The old man smiled, stretched out two hands, put them in front of him, shook his left hand, but saw a scar on the back of his hand, and then shook his right hand, because of the writing book, the palm of his hand was covered with calluses, he said: "Which of these two hands is more valuable? Chu Qingxuan and Bai Jiaowei have their own merits, and they can only be said to be equal!"

The people on the side all nodded, thinking that if they were lucky enough to see these two beauties, they must be worth it in this life.

"But it's a pity, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see a beauty again in the future. He spoke with a bit of a suffocation.

When the others heard this, they immediately became interested, and hurriedly asked: "Why is this, Chu Qingxuan is life and death are uncertain, could it be that Bai Jiaowei won't come out before entering the Wind King's tent?" Hahaha, probably because the Wind King slept with him, he didn't know who his surname was!"

Someone didn't know where the nameless fire came from, and his words were full of anger.

"Wrong, wrong, the white girl is arrogant, she entered the wind country tent alone, her family died tragically, but she endured the spurning of everyone, Bai Jiaowei is a heroic heroine!" The storyteller was shocked, his tone was much stronger, his expression was extremely rich when he spoke, and he was trying his best to rehabilitate her, he looked around, "Someone in the Wind King's tent showed the wind, last night the white beauty assassinated the Wind King, and committed suicide, the Wind King ordered, the city gate was violent for three days!"

"Bang ......"

The wine jug fell to the ground, everyone was surprised, Su Yan looked back, stood up, and looked directly at the storyteller, the storyteller came back to his senses, and also met his gaze, and began to talk again, as if he was specially said to him: "At sunset, the city gate should be lively, and the beauty is fragrant and jade, I don't know how many young people's hearts will be broken, this son, you say, right?"

Su Yan didn't say anything, just stood by himself, and the people around him left one after another, presumably going to the city gate to watch the excitement, only he was still standing.

The storyteller shook his head and said to himself: "Now the state of the world is very cold, the flames of war are raging, and I hope that the people of the world have a little conscience and a little clear bones, and those bloody ones have already waved their knives on the battlefield, so the woman who has no power to tie the chicken has come to sacrifice her life for the country." ”

Su Yan suddenly grabbed the placket of his clothes, and a fierce look appeared between his eyebrows, "How did you know these things?"

The storyteller was a little surprised by his move, but he didn't have much fear, he snorted: "Didn't you already say it, it's the wind that someone in the Wind King's tent revealed!"

"You are not from Yan Guo!" Su Yan's eyes narrowed, when he just talked about the year, he used a sentence of five years of great virtue, and the wind country recognized the word great virtue.

"Hahaha, the old man has never said that he is a native of Yan State, in the year of the sixtieth year, the four seas are just his home, relying on a few rights and wrongs to make some troubled fortune. The storyteller suddenly laughed, he was really rare open-minded, presumably because he was used to rolling in the world.

Su Yan slowly let go of his hand, lowered his eyes and sighed, the storyteller began to tidy up the things on the table, he said unintentionally: "This son is dressed in a rich state, with a jade crown, he must not be a person from this ordinary place, and his words have some northern accents, hehe, the old man has heard that there is a king who pities the jade, and when he talked about her, the noble person is actually out of shape, he must also be a person with a heart, the world is impermanent, just look away, the white girl is destined to be lost!"