This slightly dilapidated fishing boat, from the shore, there is a faint glimmer of light. The dim and gloomy firelight reflected the figures of the two people on the window paper.

"Boy, this midnight third watch, you transferred the old man to the outside of the city, what important things do you have to say?"

Wujiang Ke, who had just been 'angry' by Shen Gui during the day and was almost fainting, was sitting firmly in the cabin of this fishing boat at this time. This Wujiang guest, who has told other people's stories all his life, obviously understood Shen Gui's wild words. After all, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and this 'Wujiang guest' was forced to go to celebrate a fisherman's birthday before the city gate was closed.

Although this thing sounds a little humiliating, it is simply a matter of course for these people who eat 'Jianghu rice', not to mention that those resident artists of the Qingquan Tea Society, although they are all serving the rice bowl of the Empress Dowager Li Lian, but Wujiangke is a real storyteller after all, and it will definitely not be their primary target. Even if he was once appreciated by the first emperor, he was not qualified to make the mother of a country so vigilant.

"I need Mr. Cao's help......"

Shen Gui, who was sitting opposite Wujiangke, replied. At this time, an oil lamp was burning on the small table in the cabin. The faint and slender flame swayed from side to side with the undulating water.

"Oh? The old man is just a storyteller, what can he do for you? ”

"It's very simple, I want to ask your old man to help me build momentum!"

Shen Gui raised his head and smiled, took out a few pieces of rice paper full of handwriting from his arms, and gently pushed them to Wujiangke's hand. Immediately, he used a copper needle next to the oil lamp to light the wick and gently gave way to Wujiangke's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jiangke just glanced at it, then gently pushed these pieces of rice paper, and said in a flat tone:

"I'm old, my eyes are a little dazzled, you tell the old man to listen......"

Shen Gui nodded, and casually blew out a crisp birdsong; After a few breaths, Xiao Fu, who was outside the cabin, also blew a different kind of birdsong in response.

After Shen Gui listened to Xiao Fu's response, he said with confidence:

"Hmm...... I don't want the successor of Youbei Sanlu to be a person like Yan Day. Therefore, this time I can only face him head-on. ”

Wu Jiangke did not seem to be the slightest surprise after hearing his words of 'destroying the nine clans and rebelling', on the contrary, he just nodded and patted his palm twice with the fan he carried with him:

"In my opinion, this is not a good time...... Are you so anxious because the prince is really difficult to take on the big responsibility? Or is it because he's in the way of your return? ”

Shen Gui tapped his fingers on the table, and said in an inquiring and hesitant tone:

"I am not him, and my way is more than that; And I don't have to reach the end, so I won't be stopped by anyone...... The reason why I chose to do it now is because if Yan Tian succeeds in ascending the throne, what kind of actions will take place next has actually begun to appear; And that result must not be something anyone can afford......"

"Whether you are out of justice or selfishness, this kind of court affairs should not be something that people like the old man can interfere in. If you want me to help you wave your flag and shout, at most, it will affect some wealthy guests who often come to listen to me. Do you think that these people can still help you charge into battle? ”

Although Wujiangke was full of excuses, his expression remained unchanged; Instead, he stroked the silver-white beard under his chin and looked at the junior opposite with a little intrigument.

"Heh, the reason why I had this troublesome idea is that I don't want anyone to do those 'charge' things again, not to mention, I don't plan to entrust you with only Master Cao, and the protagonist of this play is not you, Wujiangke."

When the two of them said this, Xiao Fu, who was outside the cabin, brought in a small charcoal stove, turned around and went out, and brought back a casserole full of ingredients.

"The night is cold, the water is damp, Master Cao, you are old, come and eat some hot food to warm up. This is the fresh fish I just caught, and a few herbs are added to the soup to nourish the spleen and stomach. ”

When Shen Gui heard this, he hurriedly flicked the casserole with his chopsticks a few times, and asked in a slightly flustered tone:

"Who gave you the herbal recipe? It's not Sun Baizhi's living Hades, right? ”

"It was given by Master Song, you can eat it with confidence. Oh yes, in the small reclining cabinet behind Master Cao, there is also a small bottle of Wujiapi, which dispels rheumatism. ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Fu turned around and walked out of the cabin, picked up a green bamboo fishing rod, and concentrated on night fishing.

The old and the young, who were still talking, were interrupted by Xiao Fu at this time, and the scene suddenly became cold. The two of them didn't say a word, and their four eyes stared numbly at the casserole in front of them. In the end, it was Shen Gui's stomach that made a 'grunt', breaking the somewhat stiff scene......

Shen Gui laughed a few times self-deprecatingly, walked to the lying cabinet behind Wujiang Ke, first took out a small muddy yellow wine jug, and then took out a coarse porcelain cup for warming wine, and placed it on the table casually. After returning to his position, he also changed his upright seat, put his left hand on his bent left knee, and leaned half of his body on the edge of the table:

"What I want you to say is not a lie, but nothing more than a few new bibliographies: one is called 'Loyalty and Filial Piety', and the other is called 'The Burning of the East Customs'. No matter what it is, it's a fact that just happened! ”

As soon as Wujiangke heard his words, his eyes rolled, and his whole posture relaxed. Then, he stretched out two chopsticks and took out a cabbage leaf from the casserole:

"Oh...... Listening to this unlucky name, it seems that one is talking about Yan Qinghong, and the other is talking about He Wendao? It seems that you are still so cautious when you act calmly, for fear of revealing your true colors, right? Shen Gui, Shen Gui, although it is right to be careful, but the true appearance of your child, as long as you can sit in front of the card table on Youbei Third Road, which one is not clear? It's just a matter of how much you understand. …… Ay? Don't eat it yet, it's not fully cooked. ”

"I didn't intend to hide it from anyone, nor did I want to hide my true nature, but I really didn't want to be trapped in that Fengjing Imperial Palace. However, since I plan to abolish Yan Day, this throne can't be empty; Therefore, it is natural to rely on another Yan family to go up, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the people of Youbei who are interested in the Yan family. ”

Shen Gui shook his head after speaking, and then used copper chopsticks to take out a piece of burning charcoal from under the casserole, and carefully placed it in the warm wine pot.

With the tempting sound in the casserole, and the smell of fresh and mellow stewed fish in the cabin, the old and young no longer had the intention to talk about any 'feelings for the family and the country, the general trend of the world', and they danced the two chopsticks in their hands like flying, eating warm food while drinking each other; looking at the expressions on their faces at this time, it seemed that they had temporarily put aside all the troubles in their hearts.

Yes, all mortals are born between heaven and earth, and the first thing to awaken and the easiest to satisfy is this appetite. No matter whether you are rich or poor, whether you are noble or lowly, aren't you all busy running around for a bite to eat?

No matter what kind of agreement was reached at the time of the 'fishing boat supper', the next day, there was an extra 'news' in the circle of 'rich and noble idlers' in Fengjing City.

Just this afternoon, all the storytellers in Fengjing, whether they are old gentlemen who share accounts in the teahouse or ordinary artists who tell stories in the market, will start to say some new storytellers that no one has heard; Moreover, according to some 'insiders', the bibliography they are talking about today is precisely a newly compiled factual commentary to celebrate the great victory of the War between the Two Norths!

After the news broke, before noon, most of the teahouses with storytellers sitting in the hall were sold out one after another. After all, at this time, there is no place in Fengjing City where you can have fun, if you go to the evening, is it difficult to stand and listen to a book?

As for lunch, just spend some more money and let the guys from the teahouse deliver it! In this world, there is no money to spend, right?

And Wu Jiangke, the master artist of the Qingquan Tea Society, is talking about the bibliography of today's book, which is 'He Wendao, the god of fire spirits, and the real body of Donghaiguan'. As the so-called 'listening to the book and watching the familiar play', this section of the bibliography that is closely related to the facts and refreshing, coupled with the exquisite skills of Wujiang Ke and the mysterious and mysterious plot in the book, made every tea guest present listen to it as if they were intoxicated.

But just when Wujiangke said that 'He Wendao is a great shaman, hanging in the air in the middle of the East Customs', his old man suddenly slapped the waking wood on the table:

"I know what will happen next, let's continue to disassemble it for you at this time tomorrow."

This means of 'keeping buttons' is the housekeeping skill that storytellers rely on to eat. And the tea guests who were listening to the 'knots', but were cut off from their books, threw out pieces of silver to the stage one after another, hoping that Wujiang guests could come back and continue for a short while. It's a pity that except for an apprentice who hugged his fists and thanked him and bent down to pick up silver, Wujiangke himself never even showed his face again.

Of course, such a scene, such a bibliography, is being staged at the same time in all corners of Fengjing City; Although the gentlemen had different levels of skill, it was not difficult for them to explain the 'central idea' of the matter.

When you hear this 'soft advertisement' that smells of hype, you don't feel disgusted in your hearts. After all, the impression of shamanic shamans with 'profound mana' has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the three roads of the northern part of the world, not to mention, the protagonist of this story is still the contemporary great shaman?

With the joint efforts of so many storytellers, even the poor people who have not found a job for a while have listened to the entire bibliography on the street.

Suddenly, He Wendao, the supreme power of the great shaman, was deeply reflected in the hearts of every Youbei people through the word of mouth of the people.