I said Dongli in adversity

"You and your brother came to listen to books again today?"

"Yes, Mr. Bai is really interested. My brother is not interested in storytelling, but he was attracted by the stories he told."

The number A private room on the second floor of Linjiang Pavilion. The waiters in the store all know that it is a fixed private room. Every time a guest comes, they will give a large sum of money. Until now, no one has known the true identity of the guests in the private room. I know, only Dao is a high-level person in the Tower of Metta.

After all, everyone knows about the Tower of Metta. Mr. Bai and Shi Yin of Linjiang Pavilion are close friends. Even the eye-catching piece used by Mr. Storyteller was a gift from Shi Yin. It is based on agarwood and has carved patterns on it. , famous craftsman craftsmanship, eye-catching piece of gold is not much less expensive.

Because of Mr. Bai's status, Linjiang Pavilion's business during this period can be said to be continuous, and it is logical that it has squeezed out many old restaurants.

Lingrui has a lively and lively temperament, and they get along well with Yu Linling's personality. The two have become friends. Now that friends are here, Yu Linling naturally comes to chat for a few words. As he talks, Yu Linling's eyes He glanced into the house from time to time.

Talented people are easy to find, but people with four ears are hard to find. Especially that person seems to be very unusual. However, in Bai Yuheng's mouth, such a person only received a "sigh" comment.

In the room, Jidao Xuanjue was naturally aware of Yu Linling's gaze, but people like him would not care about this. He was sipping tea and remaining aloof when suddenly his ears twitched slightly.

There were also people sitting in the box next door, three people, one sitting and two standing, and then the other two people also sat down.

"When the palace is interested, it's enough to visit the Tower of Compassionate Light incognito. Why bother to listen to rumors and make people laugh?"

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in Jidao Xuanjue's ears. Jidao Xuanjue immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at Lingrui and Yu Linling aside. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, he understood the situation. , and then responded in the same way.

"The Realm Master has been in seclusion for a long time. Master Yin is responsible for all the affairs of the Tower of Compassion and Light, and still has time to listen to books, which surprises Xuanjue."

"Because there are so many things to do with the documents, only in this small space can Shi Yin have a moment of rest."

"Ha, that's right. If you come here to listen to books, you are a listener. There are no princes or ministers here, only storytellers and listeners. Otherwise, the purpose of coming here will be lost."

"What Taigong said is also what Shi Yin thinks."

In the room, the undressed master Yin said calmly.

Next to his hand was a familiar incense burner, burning familiar incense, but the smell of blood lingered in his nose.

On a piece of silk in his hand, there were densely written notes about the itinerary of Bai Yuheng and the people around him yesterday, down to the smallest details.

And there will be one more piece of silk like this in the hands of Wuyi Shiyin every day. He confirms it again and again, and calculates it again and again, just to make everything perfect and complete a game, which will not be lost in Metta. The tower stirred up a bit of a storm.

"Which character in Bai Yuheng's book does Master Yin like?"

At this time, Jidao Xuanjue asked again.

Unexpectedly, Jidao Xuanjue would ask this question. Unclothed Master Yin paused for a moment, but quickly answered: "Zhang Julu."

"The chief minister of the cabinet and the most important minister in the court. Indeed, Shi Yin's position should be the same as his own." Jidao Xuanjue commented.

There is another sentence that Jidao Xuanjue hasn't said yet, that is, it is often difficult for such people to have a good death. If Zhang Julu can't do it, what will be the fate of you, the undressed master Yin?
"I don't know which character Tai Gong likes." Wu Yi Shi Yin asked.

Jidao Xuanjue had already anticipated Wuyi Shi Yin's rhetorical question and spit out a name: "Cao Changqing."

"Cao Guanzi, after the country was overthrown, he still ran for a promise to restore the country and save the building from collapse. However, in the end, it was only a castle in the air, and all the efforts were in vain."

Although the story has not yet progressed to that point, the two people's insights have made some predictions about the subsequent story, especially the fate of some of the people.

"Everything depends on people. As a human minister, you have to do your best. That's enough." "Then I don't know if the redeemer can appreciate the painstaking work of Tai Gong."

"I think the person who marveled at Shi Yin's painstaking efforts must have recognized it."

"what."

"Ah."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the building. If you are familiar with the book at Ping'an Inn, you can tell that the person who said this sentence is Jue Qingshu.

"Mr. Bai, come out and speak."

After the words fell, the white clothes reappeared, and the paper fan was gently swayed. One side said "Educated" and the other side said "Unmarried". He was clearly a talented young man, but the words written on the fan in his hand could not be described as vulgar.

Seeing that the audience was full of people, Bai Yuheng chuckled lightly and slapped the eye-catching gift from the undressed master Yin in his hand on the table.

Everyone knew that the lecture was about to begin.Suddenly the whole hall became quiet.

Bai Yuheng looked around and said: "The last chapter mentioned that outside the courtyard and on the carriage, Huang Sanjia was poking at people's hearts and setting up a trap to get Wen Hua to kill Xu Fengnian..."

A wanderer who dreams of becoming a swordsman, has the potential to become a land god, and learns the sword he dreams of.

Not only did he learn the sword he dreamed of, but he also learned the woman he longed for, the woman he wanted to protect for the rest of his life.

However, the price for obtaining all this is just a relationship, a brotherhood formed in just one year.

When these things were put on the scales to be weighed, everyone listening to the book in the audience asked themselves how they would choose if they were faced with all this.

The listeners were attentive, fearing that they would miss every word. The only sound in the hall was Bai Yuheng's melodious voice.

"After just one stick of incense, a young man broke off an arm, became lame, and cut off all the muscles and veins in his body. He only had one life left. He only picked up the wooden sword that originally belonged to him and left the yard. In the alley There is a strip of blood on the snow."

"In my hometown, if someone borrows money, you will have to pay back twelve or thirty taels if you borrow ten taels. You taught me Wen Hua's sword. I will give up all my martial arts and give you an arm and a leg! He In the courtyard, I said this to that old man Huang."

I exchange siblings, dare to laugh at Huanglong for not being a husband.

In the lobby, everyone was silent while listening to the book.

Everyone in the world knows how valuable it is, but they also know how to weigh the good and bad, the pros and cons, and the pros and cons.

With comparison, value arises, and because of value, when faced with a choice...

"Yu'er, Sa'er, what do you think?" In the room, Wuyi Master Yin asked his two disciples.

"Wen Hua, you are extremely stupid." Sashou Merci said coldly.

"Loyalty is touching." Kazuyu said with emotion.

The answer did not exceed Wuyi Shiyin's expectation. He looked through the window at the white clothes and sighed softly in a voice that only he could hear: "It's a pity."

It is a pity that such stories will no longer be heard in the Tower of Metta. (End of chapter)