Tao Manwu sat on the neck of some villain with peace of mind, looking far away, and strolled around the temple fair. Suddenly, he found that the guy with the mask and pseudonym stopped, followed his line of sight, and saw a thin young lady standing in front of him, timidly handing out a thin Trick. Xu Fengnian froze for a moment, and took the tricks from this skinny little girl. This kind of tricks is a small way for the storyteller to attract business. He roughly wrote a few sentences about the content of the talk, whether it was talking about iron cavalry, fireworks or ghosts. During the secluded period, the smell of wine is still afraid of deep alleys. Except for the owner staying in the tea house of the restaurant, let the stage setter go to the street and invite customers to come in and listen. The size of the pomp is linked to the level of fame. There is a gold-lettered account hanging outside, and this one is quite shabby right now, with only a piece of paper and a red post, but what surprised Xu Fengnian was that he recognized this little girl. The grandpa and grandson, the old blind storyteller were drinking and talking, and the little girl was holding a poor-quality pipa.
Xu Fengnian was even more shocked when he saw what was written in the recruiter, he dared to tell the story of the prince of Beiliang's journey of thousands of miles in the city of Beimang? Looking around, quietly watching the little girl hand out more than a dozen offers, and then followed her into a tea house with relatively quiet business on the back of Tao Manwu's back. After she was seated, she ordered a pot of tea. There is a space in the center, and the blind old man habitually placed a bamboo board and a bowl of turbid wine on the small bench. After his granddaughter handed over the simple tricks, she ran to the old man, carefully picked up the pipa, and whispered to her dependent grandfather After a few words, it was probably what the old man said about His Royal Highness Beiliang Shizi, who was too fresh to shock the world. Most of the tricks he handed out attracted real customers who were willing to pay for tea, and made the owner of the tea house smile. satisfy. The blind storyteller took a sip of wine from the bowl, moistened his throat, and did not get to the point, but said loudly: "Today, I don't talk about the lingering smoke powder between men and women, nor about the ghosts outside the world. It is enough to say that this Northern Liang prince has traveled thousands of miles with two knives hanging from his waist, and won a few laughs from the officials."
After the old storyteller finished speaking, the little girl took advantage of the situation and touched the pipa, and it sounded crisply.
The old man took another sip of the strong wine offered by the owner of the tea house, put it down lightly, picked up the bamboo board, and said according to the rules: "Smart and clever are born, and ignorant dudes may not be true. Ridiculous only because of the current situation. The smile is deep. The nine-curved river is shallower than the heart, and the ten-heavy iron cavalry is like thunder. How can you forget the rivers and mountains with wine and sex, only to know that poetry and books have misled the world."
The sound of the pipa is gradually rising, but the flowing water on the small bridge is still melodious, and there is no clang.
Xu Fengnian, who was sitting in the corner, smiled knowingly, and stopped looking at his grandfather and grandson, who were skilled partners, but looked out the window at the busy traffic. Some admired this aged storyteller, who dared to speak well of His Royal Highness in the territory of Beimang. Fortunately, Bei Mang's atmosphere is rough and enlightened, there is no literary prison, and people are seldom convicted for their words, even if they criticize the government, it's no big deal. What the old man said is of course hearsay, which is quite different from the truth, but the gimmick is not small, and the audience also find it interesting, especially when it comes to His Royal Highness outside the city of Xiangfan facing the King of Jing, Zhao Heng, and a whole thousand cavalry in iron armor. Some of the tea drinkers who didn't take it seriously at first were fascinated, and a few audience members who were about to walk away also sat back and asked the waiter for a pot of tea again. The blind old man also pretended to stop at this time. The tea guests knew that they were going to collect money, but some tables threw some copper coins into a big white porcelain bowl, which was very melodious.
The old man stopped being a joke, and continued to talk. When he said that the prince of Beiliang stabbed a brave cavalry general to death with a spear, the tea guests immediately hugged and murmured in amazement. His Royal Highness, the son of the prince, can have such horse fighting skills. For King Jing'an Zhao Heng, the people of Beimang have heard too much about the wonderful story of the Liyang Dynasty prince seizing the heirloom because of the storyteller. That's why he failed to become the Ninety-Five Supreme. Xu Fengnian saw Tao Manwu was stunned, his eyes widened, and he had a playful expression of wanting to run to urge the old man to speak quickly, so Xu Fengnian pricked his finger under the table, dripping blood with his sword, put it in his sleeve, and poured a cup of tea , Close your eyes and concentrate. The blind old man handled it skillfully, and when the audience was a little impatient, he finally talked about the Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism in the world, and interjected a story about the great general Xu Xiaoma's trek across the rivers and lakes, and the audience immediately whetted their appetites again. Xu Fengnian couldn't help laughing. Few survived the battle at Daxueping, and these few would never reveal the secret. The old man said it in a mysterious way. When he talked about the purple thunder from the bull in Huishan, he only said it was a sword. Most of the audience scoffed at God Li Chungang's supreme supernatural powers. Judging from the situation, this old man in sheepskin fur can't be more powerful than our Northern Mang Army God Tuoba Bodhisattva? Why is there no old sword god among the ten martial arts judges? I only heard that there was a Mrs. Deng who was carrying a peach branch. Hearing boos and countless boos, the old man was not in a hurry. At this time, the sound of the pipa intensified, like a silver bottle bursting and water pouring out, making people worry whether the little girl's frail and slender hands could hold it.
In the magnificent atmosphere created by the sound of the pipa, the old man talked about the finale of the flying sword, saying that the old sword god came to the world with a sword, and asked Huishan and Longhushan to fly thousands of swords to Daxueping When the sky is empty, the sky is blocked out. The audience was dumbfounded, darling, is it really one of the few land gods in the world? When the old man mentioned that Tianshi Zhao asked the old sword god to return the sword to Tianshi's mansion in Longhu Mountain, the old man paused and said word by word: "Do the judges know what's going on?"
That’s right, pay for the money, this time the tea guests were very happy to give the copper coins, and quickly filled the big bowl with a bang, ran to throw the copper coins in a hurry, sat back on their seats and hurriedly said: “Old man, hurry up! explain!"
The blind storyteller took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "The elder Li from the realm of the sword fairy sent a message to the huge Dragon and Tiger Mountain, His Royal Highness said it was a fart!"
The whole tea house was dead silent, and then there was a loud applause, and many tea guests who just felt relieved began to slam the table. Tao Manwu next to Xu Fengnian chuckled, Xu Fengnian took out a piece of silver that weighed a few pennies, and turned his head. The little girl thought that the old man was a wonderful storyteller, but she finally smiled when she saw that this cheapskate was extravagant for an unprecedented time. He grabbed the broken silver and ran to the center of the tea house, his face flushed and he gently put it into the bowl, and then ran back to Xu Fengnian, snuggling up to him and not daring to see anyone. Everyone just thought that this young man was probably a boring rich kid who had so much money that he had nowhere to spend it, so they didn't think much about it.
A blind storyteller, when he talked about Emperor Wudi City in the East China Sea, he only said that His Royal Highness brought the bowl to the top of the city, but did not tell the truth. The tea guests were shocked to hear it, and they all thought that this hereditary and irreplaceable Beiliang Prince was really daring, I don't go into the details. I heard that the bookman told the story, so what to do. When the old man mentioned that Wang Xianzhi, the veritable No. 1 in the world, flew to the surface of the East China Sea, the Sword God Sword opened the gate of heaven, and Wang Xianzhi raised the East China Sea, all the teahouses fell silent. As far as towns and cities are concerned, the blood of martial arts is still flowing in their bones. They can look down on the emperors and princes of the Liyang Dynasty, and look down on those soft celebrities, but they will definitely not look down on Gu Jiantang, a famous general in the Spring and Autumn Period, let alone the one who dominates the world. The city lord of Jiazi's Wudi City, Bei Mang, will only regret that this old warrior is not a figure in this dynasty, but will not question Wang Xianzhi's ability to rank ahead of Tuoba Bodhisattva and become the number one in the world! Even for Tu Xu Xiao, the mortal enemy of Bei Mang, they were in awe from the bottom of their hearts. No matter in Bei Mang in the market or above the temple, there are many people who sincerely admire Xu Xiao. Back then, it was rumored that His Majesty the Emperor was willing to be his "wife Xu". They angrily scolded the crippled Xu who didn't know what was good or bad, but few people scolded Xu Xiao for being unworthy of sharing the world with the empress! In Bei Mang's view, who else in the world is more worthy of the empress of his own dynasty than Ren Tu? The emperor of the Liyang Dynasty? Fuck you, fuck your mother.
At the end, on the banks of the Guangling River, when the tide rises, His Highness Shizi cuts his flesh. Li Chungang cut armor two thousand and six with one sword.
A tea house has already been heard.
Only the sound of the pipa exploded into spring thunder.
Even the shopkeeper of the tea shop was stunned, and he slowly took out a few pieces of broken silver that hadn't been warmed up, and asked the clerk to deliver it to the bowl, without feeling distressed at all. Fortunately, I invited the grandpa and grandson to tell stories today, and earned a lot of extra money. I made up my mind to let them continue talking for a few days, and the custody business will prosper and make a lot of money. After the story was told, some of the more affluent tea drinkers added some spare money. Xu Fengnian patted Tao Manwu's little head and said with a smile, "Go, tell that sister who plays the pipa that I will invite them to drink tea."
Tao Manwu ran happily, the grandpa and grandson originally didn't go through these social occasions, maybe it was because the little girl looked at Mian Shan innocently, and the young man sitting by the window didn't look like a villain, so he agreed to come down, Xu Fengnian beckoned to the buddy, After ordering a pot of good tea and a pot of good wine, Tao Manwu sat next to Xu Fengnian, admiringly looking at her sister opposite. She herself had only learned the piano and knew nothing about the pipa. She only thought that this young lady was very good. The blind old man took a sip of the wine, hissed a sip, and slowly recollected it. A knowing smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life face, "Thank you for the money and the wine. It's a pity that the old man can tell some stories, and there is nothing in return."
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "I just thought the story was good, and I had some small money on me. It was a surprise to pass the time. The old man doesn't need to worry about it, just treat him as someone who meets an old friend in a foreign country and has more copper coins in his pocket. Please drink." Some wine is also human nature."
The old man smiled heartily and said: "That's the reason. The young master has a big belly, so the old man can't be hypocritical. Come, let's have a bowl. Although this wine is not as authentic as the green ants in Beiliang, it is still good wine."
The two drank it all in one gulp, while the big and small girls drank tea, and the shopkeeper gave some pastries and fruits that didn't cost much, and they were also in a relaxed mood.
Xu Fengnian asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble when the old man speaks kindly about the Prince of Beiliang in Beimang?"
The old storyteller who was over sixty years old shook his head and said: "There is nothing to be afraid of. In this world, if you want to earn more money than your peers, you will always be afraid of trouble."
Seeing the scars on the back of the old man's hand holding the bowl, Xu Fengnian asked, "The old man was a soldier in Beiliang? The back of his hand was not seriously injured by a knife."
The old man probably had a fiery temper when he was young, but now he still speaks without any scruples, and smiled bluntly: "No, at that time the pain was so painful that he almost didn't cry for his father and mother, and he was only enlisted in the Beiliang Army at that time, and was laughed at by the old corps leader No way, the injuries were more serious in the next few times, but instead he gritted his teeth and endured it, and he endured it. Looking back at his age, I really admire myself, but the young master may not know the Beiliang Army at that time, hey, If you don't have any scars, how can you say hello to Pao Ze, who killed people side by side? As I said, whoever fucking wants to usurp Lao Tzu's position, okay, take off his clothes, whoever has more scars than Lao Tzu, whoever will be this corporal leader, in a word, whoever cuts off more heads than Lao Tzu, and the bastard will have to pee on Lao Tzu Come untie your pants, no problem!"
Xu Fengnian murmured: "Why did the old man say it was the Beiliang Army at that time?"
The storyteller took a sip of the wine, hesitated for a moment, and after taking another big sip, smiled bitterly and said: "These words can only be said to outsiders like the young master, and it's not something to tell others, let alone something to be told." The family is ugly. When our general won the Xilei Wall and wiped out the Western Chu Dynasty, which was almost evenly matched with Liyang at that time, the Northern Liang Army held back their grievances, thinking about the bastard Beijing civil servants standing and talking No back pain, even the emperor and his elders are jealous of the general, or we should just turn against him?! Let the general be the emperor himself, and the general sits on the dragon chair and wears the dragon robe. Who is not convinced? It's a pity that the general refuses, In fact, this is nothing. For those of us who are small pawns in Liaodong, as long as we give the general a saddle, we will be successful. If you don’t become an emperor, you will not be an emperor. Later, I followed the old man to Beiliang, and the taste changed. The general is still the same general, no one complains, but the general is not a man with four heads and six arms. Some generals under the ground reckoned that the world is peaceful, and it is time to make money back. Later, many did not fight. The civil servants who had been through the war also climbed up, and the old man and some old brothers were also disheartened, especially me. I was blind, so I didn’t occupy the latrine and waste the rations of the Beiliang army. A new recruit is a mouthful, and I have been to several states in Beiliang. There have never been fewer dudes who have no law. Is it worth it to fight the world?"
Seeing that the young man on the other side didn't speak, the storyteller laughed and said, "Sir, don't think that our Beiliang's 300,000 cavalry are easy to deal with because of the old man's nagging. That great general, to tell you the truth that may be unpleasant to the son’s ears, one day when the great general becomes the king of Beiliang, you Beimang, don’t even think about going south! If the general doesn’t hit your Beimang royal court, you will burn incense and worship Buddha Bar!"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Drink."
The blind storyteller raised his bowl, "Drink!"
The old man drank to his heart's content, and said to himself: "The reason why I can't die is because I have this poor little granddaughter to take care of me, and I'm really afraid that our people in Beiliang will lose their hearts. What if, what happens to the general? What about the 300,000 cavalry? Four or five years ago, the old man heard that His Royal Highness was an idler, spending a lot of money in everything he did, and wasted money. It's just thinking that I don't have a good life for a few years anyway, how many towns can I go to Beimang, tell you Beimang people about our future King of Beiliang, so that you Beimanzi can't sleep well, Haha. At worst, the old man will be scolded and beaten a few times, and he will not die. If he really died in Beimang, he is no worse than those old brothers who were shrouded in horse leather back then."
The old man came back to his senses, and said with a guilty smile: "Young master of Feihu City, the old man is talking nonsense, don't mind, this meal is enough to drink."
Xu Fengnian shook his head, and smiled in a Beiliang accent: "Old man, how do you know that I'm not from Beiliang?"
The storyteller was stunned for a moment, thinking a lot, and guessed that he was a descendant of a Beiliang merchant who came to Beimang to do business, but for the sake of caution, he also lowered his voice, smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said, "No wonder, no wonder the young master said that he met an old friend in a foreign land. Don't worry, the old man knows the seriousness, and today he just regarded it as having a pot of good wine with a young master from Flying Fox City."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "If storytelling annoys the small-bellied Beimang people in the future, the old man can scold the King of Beiliang and the son of Beiliang. You earn money from the old man’s storytelling.”
The storyteller shook his head and said: "What are you scolding, the general has never done anything wrong in his life, the old man scolded the general, and when he got to the ground, he would not be stared at by the old corporal chief and others. His Royal Highness is not willing to scold him. He used to be blind. After scolding so much, and one more curse, the old man will die uneasy. Since the old man's granddaughter was born in Lao Song's family, they are destined for this fate, so there is nothing to complain about."
The little girl holding the pipa smiled softly.
Resigned and frank.
Xu Fengnian put down his wine glass, and said softly: "Mr., if you can trust me, can you lend me the pipa in your granddaughter's hand to try the strings? My second sister is especially good at martial arts. My talent is not as good as hers, but I know a little bit about it. Maybe I can share some simple insights with the little girl."
The old man smiled and said, "Why don't you want to part with it. Second jade, pass it to the young master."
Xu Fengnian smiled, "Miss, please give me the piano cleaning cloth."
The little girl blushed, stood up and carefully handed out the beloved pipa.
After carefully brushing the pipa, Xu Fengnian sat upright, thought for a while, and stretched all four fingers of his right hand together, from the substring to the winding string to the right, he quickly slammed it in like a sound. Then withdraw the three fingers, and only use the right index finger to play the self-winding string from the old neutron sanxian in sequence.
One write one hang.
The eyes of the little girl who has played the pipa for many years brightened.
This pipa is only the lowest-grade white wood pipa, and it is far from the top-grade pipas made of red sandalwood and rosewood. After playing it lightly, he raised his head and smiled at the little girl standing beside him: "As far as the white wood pipa is concerned, the sound quality is considered good. If the money allows, you can repair the glue a little bit. Exploding the second item, and the first string is not far from the broken string, but in my opinion, since it is playing the pipa for the audience to appreciate, playing the broken pipa string is also a beautiful thing that everyone will love to hear and see. I'm busy changing the first string. Let me tell you some techniques of Cao's pipa, a great player from the Southern School. How much can you remember... "
One speaks, one listens.
Blind old people drink lightly and drink slowly, leisurely and leisurely.
There was a gathering and there was a break up. Xu Fengnian finished teaching the Cao family's technique, which was recognized as almost extinct. He got up and said goodbye, and left the tea house holding Tao Manwu's little hand.
The little girl took back the pipa and murmured: "Grandpa, who is this young master?"
The old man drank the last sip of wine, his face was rosy, and he said with a smile: "Probably he is a good man who met by chance."
The old storyteller may never know in his life that he once talked about Beiliang with the King of Beiliang face to face.