Fang Jie's throne is very different from those princes in the Sui Dynasty.
Because Fang Jie is a king with a different surname, he has no fiefdom and no kingdom, so according to the usual practice, none of the characters that can be selected is suitable. It was Wu Yidao who thought of the word Wu, and then discussed it with Dugu Wenxiu, and then discussed with the ministers, and finally played it. Report it to Fang Jie, and it's settled.
After the finalization, the banner of the Black Banner Army will also change.
The workshops under the Ministry of Industry that undertake jobs have not been idle these days, including those tailor shops in Chang'an City that also accept official jobs. The banner of the Black Banner Army has also been changed, and a large number of uniforms must be rushed. There are also those generals who have accepted the reward and need official uniforms.
Yanzilou
It is a restaurant more than 20 miles away from Taiji Palace. Compared with the luxury of Zhaixing Tower and the exquisiteness of Baoyue Tower, the most impressive thing about Swallow Tower is that it is big enough. The Swallow Tower is not as big as usual, and the big one has its own characteristics. Swallow Tower is one of the few buildings in Chang'an City that does not belong to the same style, which is not easy. According to the aesthetic point of view of the successive emperors of the Sui Dynasty that being well-behaved and boxy is beauty, it is really surprising that a three-story wooden building in the shape of Hui is allowed to exist.
A circle of three-story wooden buildings encloses a building in the middle that looks like a building, but a tower.
This kind of building is only found in Yanzi Tower, which is called Yantai.
Looking down from the sky, a circle of wooden buildings is the big mouth of Huizi, and the stage in the middle is the small mouth of Huizi. This floor can be clearly seen from the three floors above and below the stage, and it is obvious that a lot of thought was put into its construction. Even if people on the first floor look up, they won't feel oppressed.
Chang'an City is a sacred place in many people's hearts. How many people's lifelong wish is to visit Chang'an. However, because of the long distance and inconvenient transportation, or because the family is generally unable to afford the needs of long-distance travel, I can only think about it for the rest of my life. The Swallow Tower in Chang'an City is the most willing place for Jianghu tourists. It's roomy and big enough, and there's something quirky but definitely entertaining on stage every day.
Such as storytelling.
Whether it is a quack, a businessman, or a dignitary who has changed into a casual dress, there are not a few people who like this mouthful. A circle of people gathered around the stage to listen to the storyteller telling a story. When it came to the tense point, everyone's nerves stretched to the max. Wherever you are happy, there are those who applaud and whistle and even howl, and no one calls anyone vulgar.
Yanzilou has actually reached a difficult point a while ago, if it weren't for the Black Banner Army entering the city, it might not last long. Later, the King of Wu ordered to hold a martial arts conference. For Yanzilou, it was like rain after a long drought.
During these days, the business of Yanzilou was exceptionally good.
The stage is three feet high and has a five-meter-square surface. It can be descended from all sides. It is precisely because of this construction method that there are steps on all sides that the guests on the first floor can see clearly. Five meters above, the area below is too large. In order not to waste the land, at the bottom is a space similar to a hall supported by giant logs. It is two meters high and is supported by pillars every not far away, but there is still a very spacious place.
This place is the kitchen of Yanzilou.
In other words, when eating in the Yanzilou, not only can you see the performances on the stage, but also how the cooks cook. No one can fake it. This is also the attraction of the Yanzilou. Sometimes cooks are willing to show off their knife skills, which is more attractive than the storytellers on the stage.
The knife skills of cooks are different from those of quacks. If you ask a quack who has practiced the most cumbersome seventy-two-way Huifengwu lancet technique to cut tofu into a small plate as thin as a hair, he I can't come either.
There are two people sitting in the largest private room on the third floor, and the one on the right is a young-looking fat man, wearing a black Taoist robe with a golden belt around his waist, and Tai Chi is embroidered on both sides of the wide Taoist robe cuffs In the picture, although the person looks fat, he is very fat and not ugly at all. On the contrary, he has a strange handsomeness.
The person sitting on the left is relatively inward, so people in the distance can't see his face clearly. This person sat inside the round table, his body was in the shadow of the part protruding from the private room.
Although they couldn't see it, most smart people had already guessed who that person was.
Let Dao Zun sit down and accompany him, all the masters of the Jianghu sect sitting in the private rooms on the second and third floors have become gentlemen, each one of them is so polite and courteous, the identity of this person is actually very obvious up.
"This storyteller is a good guy. Knowing that they are all from the rivers and lakes today, he simply told a story about Wan Xingchen's battle with Xu Xi."
Fang Jie couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "It's just that he didn't know Wan Xingchen's name was Wan Xingchen, so he said Wan Jiantang was in charge, and he didn't know Xu Xi's name, so he said Yueyingtang was in charge... The story is third-rate , the plot is second-rate, but this gleeful eloquence is first-rate."
"Just have fun."
Xiang Qingniu smiled: "This guy is a two hundred and five, guess who he was talking about yesterday?"
"Who is it?"
"Taozu... It's a fucking love story."
Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "If it wasn't for the dirty jokes, I would have taken the stage off the stage a long time ago. How can I bear the disrespect of the Taoist ancestor in front of so many temple masters? But having said that, The part about Daoist saying goodbye to his sweetheart and going on a field battle in the firewood heap before saying goodbye to his sweetheart was really exciting... "
Fang Jieyun looked at Xiang Qingniu: "If Daozu, the old man, can see you group of Taoist disciples hanging out in a circle and listening to his love affairs, I don't know what he will think."
"What else could he think?"
Xiang Qingniu looked left and right and lowered his voice: "I must be thinking that if I had known that there were so many people, I would not have written the scriptures... If the Daozu said that there were all these little jokes, the number of Daozong disciples would be larger than it is now." Do you believe it dozens of times more? Write a book first and release it to seduce people, cut it off at a critical moment, if you want to continue reading, you have to pay money."
Fang Jie sighed for a long time: "You are a Taoist priest, why don't you write a book, and I will give you a leader..."
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"There are seven well-known Taoist temples in Chang'an City. Among them, the masters of four Taoist temples died in various messy things. Another one died of old age a while ago, and the two who are still alive are originally watching the Taoist temples. They act on their faces. That is to say, these seven temple masters are all their own people."
Xiang Qingniu chuckled: "A total of more than 200 Taoist temple masters have visited, of which more than 150 are directly or indirectly related to the Yiqi Temple, and this time the Wudang Mountain Sanqing Temple is not decent and reliable. The person who came here is a second-generation disciple, even if you have seniority, Xie Fuyao under your command will still be called Little Martial Uncle."
His eyes fell on the honest and honest Taoist in the private room opposite. That guy looked about thirty years old, his skin was a little dark, he looked a little dull, and he loved to grin when he was fine, but his teeth were white and shiny.
"This is the strongest among Zhang Yiyang's disciples and grandchildren. His name is Liu Sanduo. They all call him Taoist Sanduo."
Fang Jie asked curiously, "Which three are more?"
Xiang Qingniu thought about it seriously and then replied: "Probably... more shit, more urine, more fart."
Fang Jie ignored him and changed the subject: "If Zhang Yiyang didn't come, Wudang Mountain probably didn't intend to rob you of the leader of the martial arts. Zhang Yiyang didn't even care much about the name of Daoist, so naturally he wouldn't be too concerned about the leader of the martial arts. I care about it. What we need to do now is not only to integrate the Dao Sect, but also to use a united and strong Dao Sect to attract more other sects from all corners of the world to join in."
"I'm not good at this. Mr. Zhuo is doing it."
Xiang Qingniu took it for granted: "If he is willing, I will take off Daozun's clothes for him. Unfortunately, he doesn't want it anyway."
"Did you ask him why he didn't like it?"
Fang asked.
Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "I forgot to ask... But if I ask people if you want to be Dao Zun, if they say no, I will ask them why, wouldn't it seem that the title of Dao Zun is too worthless."
Fang Jie said: "You think too much, people don't like it, maybe it's because... he doesn't dress properly."
Xiang Qingniu glanced at Fang Jie resentfully: "Can you let me listen to Pingshu to my heart's content? The next thing is dirty jokes, so ignore me."
"Actually, that's not the point."
Fang Jie moved his chair, looked into Xiang Qingniu's eyes and asked very seriously: "How did you ask Mr. Zhuo? Is it the exact words just now... You asked Mr. Zhuo, do you want to be a Daoist?"
"yes?"
Xiang Qingniu asked: "Is there a problem?"
Fang Jie nodded: "I have a question, if I don't answer you. Who knows what you mean by asking, do you want to be a Daoist... a Gandaozun, or a Gandaozun?"
Xiang Qingniu was stunned, and it took a while before he came to his senses, and sprayed out a mouthful of tea: "Can you be more obscene?"
The people in the distance watched Wu Wang Fang Jie and Dao Zun Xiang Qingniu having a happy conversation, and couldn't help but wonder what those two top figures in the world were talking about about the fate of the world, and they didn't know when He Yue, I can also sit face to face with King Wu and talk about the general trend of the world and the rise and fall of the country.
"Why did Mr. Zhuo go?"
Fang asked.
Xiang Qingniu said: "Tomorrow's meeting will be held. Mr. Zhuo is leading a well-thought-out person to arrange the meeting place. He chose the original martial arts field of the Martial Arts Academy outside Chang'an City. The place is spacious. I still vaguely remember that you Just being there to make yourself look good."
"Pooh."
Fang Jie spat: "The place is suitable. The biggest purpose this time is to unite the people in the Jianghu. I will go out in a few days. At that time, I will need a large number of Jianghu masters to accompany the army. After all, I want to fight the Mengyuan people. It is not enough to rely on a strong army. After the war with the Mongols is over, we will have to enter the eastern border, and we will need more people."
"I try my best."
Xiang Qingniu said: "You also know that my influence is mainly on the side of the heroine. Although I can convince most people on the side of the man, it is still a little bit worse..."
Fang Jie said: "I think your influence is all on the side of the beast."
"Mr. Zhuo will be better than me as a Daoist?"
Xiang Qingniu suddenly asked.
"what you up to?"
Fang Jie asked.
"Friends of Heroines!"
"roll!"
"I want to do... Whoops! Why is he here?!"
Before Xiang Qingniu finished speaking, his face changed suddenly.
Fang Jie followed Xiang Qingniu's line of sight to look downstairs, and found an old Taoist walking in from the main entrance of Yanzi Tower, wearing a very ordinary gray sermon robe, holding a wine gourd in one hand and a small bottle in the other. pack. He walked in the door and raised his head to look up, just in time to see Fang Jie looking at him.
wudang mountain
Zhang Yiyang is here.