Lancang County.

In the pavilion.

Chang Long, Ying Qiong, and Luo Feng sat at a table and discussed the expedition.

"The old man received an urgent report, Tingzhou has fallen for more than half a month, and now the big cannibal is preparing to enter Suzhou." Chang Long said worriedly, in the past few days, such bad things have happened one after another.

"How's Suzhou?" Luo Feng's secret situation is not very optimistic, and it seems that he must hurry up.

"Suzhou can still be supported, and the old man has already dispatched 20,000 troops to help." In order to deal with the crisis, Chang Long has gathered all the soldiers and horses from all over Chang'an Mansion near Chang'an City, and asked Li Bi to recruit troops.

"That's good, we still have time." Ying Qiong was a little relieved when he heard Chang Long say this.

……

On the table on the side, Liu Chengfeng and Pei Chaiyue were eating, listening to the stories told by the storyteller in the hall.

At this time, Chang Dan trotted down the stairs.

In the past few days, Chang Dan heard about what happened in the Western Regions, and he was very worried, he thought about it, and felt that he should go back, and he should go back because of his feelings. Early in the morning, he simply packed up a bag and hurried downstairs.

"Dad, I'll rush back to Chang'an first." Chang Dan said as he walked with his burden.

Chang Long looked at Chang Dan's appearance, this is completely non-negotiable, just leave.

"It's fine." Chang Long had no choice but to agree.

"Tomorrow's competition, you have to be careful." Chang Dan just walked a few steps, and then turned back and admonished.

Hearing this, Chang Long couldn't help but feel very relieved in his heart, this kid finally knew that he loved Lao Tzu.

"The old man knows, you should be careful on the road......" Chang Long didn't finish speaking, Chang Dan had already walked away.

"Tomorrow's competition, are you two ready?" Ying Qiong asked with a smile.

"Where is there still the mood for martial arts." Chang Long couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Don't worry, my Yangzhou army is already preparing." Ying Qiong saw that Chang Long's head was gray, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he was relieved.

"Come, come, drink, drink." Luo Feng picked up the wine glass, what is not a glass of wine that can be resolved?

……

A few people were eating happily, and a few people came in from outside the door, and as soon as the door opened, a gust of wind through the hall made everyone's necks shrink and look back.

I saw Wu Yiwen walking in with the four heroes of Mowen Valley.

Luo Feng frowned, what did they suddenly do......

Liu Chengfeng pretended not to see it, and continued to eat and drink and listen to books. Chasing the moon was very nervous, and his little hand sneaked towards the sword in his waist. Liu Chengfeng noticed the small action of chasing the moon, and shook his head with a smile.

Wu Yi asked Han and walked towards Luo Feng's table with a smile, his face was flushed, and his clothes were still ticking with melting snow.

The four heroes found the empty table next to them and sat down.

"It turned out to be Lord Wu Gu." Chang Long squinted his eyes and smiled evilly.

Wu Yiwen took off his robe, sat down, leaned his sword against the table leg, rubbed his hands, and sighed.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and his eyes are not very good." Wu Yiwen laughed roughly.

"I don't know what happened to Lord Wu Gu? Please come here in person. Luo Feng poured Wu Yiwen a glass of wine and asked.

"We are laymen, in addition to planting flowers and drinking wine on weekdays, we love to listen to books, no, I heard that there is a storyteller here, so I came to take a look." Wu Yiwen dried up his wine in one breath and pointed to the storyteller in the innermost part of the lobby.

After hearing this, a few people were shocked, and they all glanced back at the storyteller, this Wu Yi asked really...

After Liu Chengfeng listened to it, he couldn't help frowning, he knew that he would be able to learn martial arts with ten swords tomorrow, at this time, Wu Yiwen still had the leisure to come and listen to the book? At this moment, Liu Chengfeng suddenly looked up at the storyteller in front of the hall...... The sharp eyes are like eagle vision.

……

"Said that the tiger will fight Sanying, the tiger prison is closed, and the fight is dark......"

As soon as the storyteller slapped the waking wood, the room was full of silence, waiting for the following.

The storyteller looked around, flicked his sleeves, and raised his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's talk about it today, and what about it next time, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Suddenly, the audience in the hall was unwilling, complaining, and saying that they couldn't enjoy listening to it.

The storyteller just smiled lightly, arched his hand, and just cleaned up his clothes.

Liu Chengfeng glared at the storyteller, from the first time he saw it that day, he had a very faint feeling, he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember, and finally thought about it, maybe he thought too much, but today, Wu Yi asked, the first sentence didn't ask Chang Long, didn't ask Luo Feng, didn't talk about martial arts, came up and listened to the book by name, maybe for others, it may be normal, but in Liu Chengfeng's eyes, it is by no means so simple.

"Uncle?" Pei Chaiyue saw Liu Chengfeng looking at the storyteller in a daze, and couldn't help but wonder and wanted to ask.

"Huh?" Liu Chengfeng woke up.

"Do you know the storyteller?" Pei Chaiyue asked softly.

"Ah, there's always a feeling that I can't tell what ......it is," Liu Chengfeng said, looking at Wu Yi and seeing how he reacted.

Wu Yi asked that the storyteller was leaving, smiled lightly, and got up.

"What Mr. said is interesting, we have a good time, I respect Mr." Wu Yi asked himself and poured himself a glass of wine, and he was high-end.

The storyteller was bowing his head to pack up his things, and when he heard the sound, he stopped and sighed silently.

Wu Yiwen smiled, raised his wine glass, and the whole hall was a little surprised, sitting quietly and looking at the two of them.

Chang Long couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly reacted, it turned out that he was here for the storyteller today.

Luo Feng glanced at each other, tacitly, and sat down to watch a good show.

At this point, everyone began to take an interest in the storyteller. All eyes were on the man in an instant.

Storyteller

Raise your head slowly.

"This hero, the listener has a heart, and he is honored to be here." The storyteller clenched his fists and thanked him.

"!" Wu asked and drank it all.

The storyteller couldn't hide when he saw it, so he had to pour a glass of wine from the adjacent table and drink it in the air.

"Sir is very much like a friend of mine." Wu Yiwen suddenly had a serious expression, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a straight face.

"There are many beings, and it is inevitable that they are similar." The storyteller bowed slightly, and was about to raise his hand to stop in the air, and after a moment's pause, he quickly picked up the folding fan on the table.

"My husband is very good at telling stories, so I guess he has experienced a lot." Wu Yiwen didn't care about the others present, and like an old friend, he talked to the storyteller back and forth.

"Every flower and grass is a story."

The storyteller's words were quite meaningful, and Liu Chengfeng fell into deep thought, this person didn't speak like a storyteller, but more like an otherworldly cultivator.

"Am I a story?" Wu Yiwen laughed heartily.

"Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely, yes and no." The storyteller folded the fan and tapped everyone, and said leisurely, as if he had seen through the red dust.

"And who's going to say sir?" Wu Yiwen stretched out his hand and asked in a deep voice.

The crowd listened to it in a foggy way, but it was very interesting.

Wu asked, and this question made the storyteller instantly silent.

The storyteller's eyebrows twitched, holding the folding fan tightly, looking at Wu Yi and asking.

"After tomorrow, you, me, and him are all in the story." When the storyteller saw Wu Yi's aggressiveness, he couldn't help but be a little excited, and said sonorously.

One sentence made everyone present frown, and they all had thoughts in an instant.

Wu Yiwen was unexpected, and the hand held in the air was difficult to retract.

"Hahaha, that's good!"

Liu Chengfeng, who had been silent, suddenly got up and clapped his hands and said. He looked sideways at Wu Yi and smiled contemptuously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, but do a good deed, and take your leave."

The storyteller glanced at Liu Chengfeng and nodded slightly.

Liu Chengfeng noticed that the eyes full of kindness, as well as the faint stubble on the chin, and the dark face was covered with wind and frost, which seemed to be old.

……

The storyteller lifted his burden, straightened his gray cloth hat, and walked away briskly, going to his room.

Wei Wen at the side table gently touched the little ink between his eyebrows, smiled slyly, and patted Lian Shen on the side.

Lian Shen got up and followed Wei Wen to intercept the storyteller.

The two were just about to walk past Wu Yiwen, when Wu Yiwen suddenly stretched out his arm and blocked the two.

"Someone has to say......" Wu Yi asked Youyou.

Luo Feng smiled at each other, got up and said goodbye.

Chang Long drank the last glass of wine, got up and went upstairs.

Seeing that some people were leaving, the people in the church began to disperse slowly.

"Uncle, let's go too." Chasing the moon saw that everyone was gone, and also reminded Liu Chengfengdao.

Liu Chengfeng nodded and walked over to Wu Yiwen's side.

The two stand side by side.

"I'm afraid that the speaker has the intention, but the listener has no intention."

Liu Chengfeng whispered in Wu Yiwen's ear.

Wu Yi was stunned, his face was gloomy, and he glanced sideways at Liu Chengfeng.

Liu Chengfeng laughed and went out.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Chasing the moon hurriedly picked up the robe on the stool and went to chase the willow and ride the wind.

She passed by Wu Yi and asked.

Wu Yiwen's nose moved, it was so fragrant.