Commander's Destiny

Chapter 86 The Storyteller
The night in Wuchang City was very lively. Even though most of the poor people went to bed early because they would have to work before dawn, there were still a large number of dignitaries and children of famous families wandering around in Qinlou Chuguan and Liyuan Theater.

And outside those opera gardens, there is also a bustling night market.

In addition to peddlers selling melons, fruits, snacks and lo-mei snacks all the year round in the night market, there are also some unrefined jugglers from time to time.

The storytellers that Jiang Qianfeng was looking for usually hang out in such places.

Zhai Lingxiu had already promised Jiang Qianfeng that he would accompany him, and Yao Jingli also wanted to see the night market in Wuchang City.

All the crowd could see was a burst of flames spewing out high in front, it must be someone performing tricks.

I could also vaguely hear the sound of a few gongs coming from a distance, maybe someone was performing juggling.

But these are not Jiang Qianfeng's favorite.

I saw him looking left and right among the crowd, leading two flower-like girls around, tossing for a long time, finally at a street corner, he heard a sound of banging in the crowd.

"This way, this way," Jiang Qianfeng shouted excitedly to the two girls behind him, then turned around and asked an old man in the crowd, "Uncle, Uncle, may I ask what story is being told here? ?”

The old man called Uncle glanced at the boy who had just squeezed into the crowd, and said casually: "I heard that this storyteller came from another place. It's the first time today. It hasn't started yet. I don't know what he wants to do." Whatever story you tell, you’d better listen to it yourself.”

Yao Jingli and Zhai Lingxiu also arrived at this time, they and Jiang Qianfeng looked up together, and saw a small kerosene lamp on a small booth among the crowd.

And at the back of the booth, sitting at this moment was a haggard old man wearing a melon skin cap and a worn-out jacket.

This old man is the storyteller that the uncle said tonight.

I saw the old man holding the mahogany python skin sanxian in his arms, shaking the four brush boards tied on the side of his right calf and polished by duli wood, and then fiddled with the lotus music held by the tiger's mouth in his right hand a few times. The strings at the fingertips, a unique sound of the strings, rang again.

Accompanied by the lively music, is the hoarse and magnetic voice of the old man: "This old man comes from ancient Chang'an. We met because of fate. We come here from south to north. Listen to my strange stories."

Jiang Qianfeng was attracted by the old man's opening words.

But Yao Jingli didn't take it seriously. At first, she felt that the storyteller who came from afar was of average level, but when she continued to listen, she was shocked by what the old man said.

"It is said that there is a mountain of two realms in the world, and there is a cave of ten thousand demons in the mountain. And in this cave of ten thousand demons, there lives a big white tiger with a sly eye."

The "Two Boundaries Mountain" and "Ten Thousand Monster Cave" mentioned by the storyteller are only one word away from the place they are looking for. Cave" thing?

It's really strange today, things that I couldn't find out all the way, but they were mentioned one after another when I arrived in Wuchang City, I was an old beggar before, and now I'm a storyteller.

It can't be such a coincidence, is there any connection between them?
They must not be as simple as they appear on the surface. Who are they?

Although Yao Jingli thought so in his heart, he didn't act rashly at the moment, but began to listen carefully to the story told by the old storyteller.

"This white tiger is not an ordinary demon spirit, but an ancient monster, the king of all monsters in the Ten Thousand Monster Cave."

At this point, the old man plucked the three strings in his bosom again, and after a turning point, he continued: "But no matter how strong this white tiger is, it has the ability to be one against a hundred, but it will still be no match for the many heavenly soldiers and gods above the nine heavens." General. Among them is such a god named Unrighteousness, who actually oppresses with the power of the heavens, and threatens with the lives of many demon spirits in the Ten Thousand Monsters Cave, forcing the White Tiger Demon King and the Ten Thousand Monsters Cave to do things for him. The injustice of the gods is to use the souls of obsessed people in the world, and let them cultivate into evil spirits or demons for their own use. But because of his identity as a god, he can't directly attack the mortals in the world, so he found The White Tiger Demon King. The White Tiger Demon King had no choice but to lead all the demon spirits to the world to seduce mortals and mutilate their souls. After the souls of the mutilated people are transformed into evil spirits or demons, they will be punished by the unjust The souls of the underworld were taken away and imprisoned under the [-]th floor of hell. However, there are also many sects of cultivators in the world. After they discovered that demon spirits harmed innocent people, they began to kill demons and eliminate demons. The demon spirits and the cultivators in the world began to have constant disputes. However, there is not only the White Tiger Demon King, an ancient demon in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, but also another demon god who is dissatisfied with the unrighteous actions of the gods..."

The old storyteller was talking about a crucial point, but he suddenly stopped, and saw him leaping forward, his movements were not as vigorous as his age should have been.

Just as he landed on the eaves of the pear garden behind him, there were several mahogany swords in the crowd that soared up into the air, flew through the air and then fell quickly, piercing straight into the small booth where the storyteller was sitting just now.

The people in the market had never seen this kind of battle. Under the constant screams and shouts, the flow of people who had gathered just now dispersed like a flood.

When the crowd dissipated, only a few young people dressed as Taoists remained in place, chanting sword formulas in their mouths, as if preparing to form an formation again.

"It turned out to be the peach wood sword formation that is famous all over the world in Wudang, but in the hands of you little Taoist priests, this sword formation is more than a star and a half slower. Just now when you launched the sword formation in the dark, you couldn't hit me. Don't you think so? Now that it is upright, will it work?" The old storyteller laughed and looked at the group of little Taoist priests on the ground with disdain.

At this time, Jiang Qianfeng and others who fled away met a group of practitioners including Bai Wuyan and Zhizhen who happened to come.

Bai Wuyan, who was at the front, asked anxiously: "We came to look for you, and suddenly we saw a commotion in the crowd here. Are you all right? What happened in front?"

Jiang Qianfeng and Zhai Lingxiu ran all the way ahead, out of breath, only Yao Jingli, who was following them, was better, and reluctantly explained: "We were listening to a story, but a group of Taoist priests suddenly released flying swords to fight To the storyteller, we didn’t know where we were, and we were pushed here by the fleeing crowd.”

"It should be brothers from Wudang, let's go and have a look." Zhizhen made a judgment after hearing this, and quickly led other practitioners to check.

Yao Jingli hurriedly grabbed Bai Wuyan who was about to follow, and added in his ear: "I think that storyteller is not simple. After listening to his story, I feel that the matter about the Mountains of the Two Realms and the Cave of Ten Thousand Monsters, He might know something."

(End of this chapter)