Chapter 2: Storytelling

Huiwen Building, a three-storey small building, is simple and old, with overlapping bricks and tiles. The huge gilded seal plaque in front of the gate, from a distance, the sound is overwhelming, not like the text but more like the martial arts. Every inch of land in Jinling City is expensive, and this small building stands in the prosperous section around I don't know how long, but it is always just an ordinary teahouse selling some tea and dried fruits.

Wei Qiao looked at the gilded characters above his head, as a 'master' with quite accomplished calligraphy, he could faintly feel the domineering spirit contained in the font.

Wei Qiao looked at the high-rise buildings and mansions built of carved railings and jade around him, and then looked at the teahouses that were obviously much lower. With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he stepped in.

Xiangling's small mouth agitated, and ate the last sugar gourd, and the nucleus in her mouth spit out like a machine cannon, 'poof', 'poof', and 'poof', rubbing her ruddy little mouth, and quickly chased after her.

"It is said that this Zhaoshui Pass is nearly 100 zhang high, the city wall is thick, and the thief army has been attacking for three days and three nights day and night, but there is no way to help Taizu!"

On the left side of the gate, as usual, a raised platform, a table, a book, a bowl of water, and an old man in cloth stood in front of the table, concentrating and gesturing to tell the story.

Wei Qiao, as usual, found a table closer to him and sat down, ordered tea and dried fruits, looked at the old man foaming with interest, and ate by himself. Xiangling drooped her little head listlessly, lying on the table and pursing her lips, as if she was still reminiscing about the sugar gourd just now. For this kind of storytelling, the little girl has always disliked, according to her words, it is more torturous than the monks in the temple chanting scriptures. If Wei Qiao didn't like it, she wouldn't have come to kill her.

Wei Qiao ignored Xiangling and listened with great interest, in his opinion, although he could understand this era from books, it was far from being authentic and credible from personal experience.

"The thief army is one million, the real elite must be at least 100,000, Taizu led the army of less than a thousand people, and resisted the thief army in Zhaoshui Pass for nearly a month! In the past month, Taizu has never closed his eyes, and the soldiers below do not dare to slack off at all! ”

Wei Qiao laughed unconsciously when he heard it. In ancient times, people often liked to exaggerate the fact and make a trivial matter legendary, otherwise they would not be able to show the ability of the person concerned. Such an absurd and unscrupulous thing was listened to with relish, and there was no intention of refuting it.

"In the past month, the thief army has become angry, and the turn of the battle has quickly turned into a rush! And at this time, the inside of Zhaoshui Pass was also extremely tired, and the combat power was extremely weak, seeing that Zhaoshui Pass was not guaranteed, and when the wind and rain were shaking, Taizu went down the wall single-handedly, and calmly faced the million-strong army, and rode into the enemy camp alone......"

With the old storyteller's subdued tone, everyone suddenly became enthusiastic, looking at the old man who deliberately hung people's appetites, and shouted one after another.

"What's going on in the end?"

"Say it quickly, how is Taizu ......?"

"You old man, you can't find it with sincerity, and you're in a hurry to die......"

The storyteller was very satisfied with the effect he had created, Cheng Zhu looked around with a smile in his chest, and was about to speak, but found that Wei Qiao was looking at him with an indifferent smile on his face, and from time to time he threw a dried fruit into his mouth and ate it leisurely. Looking at the people around them with their heads stretched out, their faces and their necks thick, the contrast is extremely obvious.

After a closer look, the old man couldn't help but look gloomy, his eyes flashed with anger, his mind moved, and he hugged his fist at Wei Qiao and said: "This son, I see you leisurely, not hurried, and you seem to know the following things well?" ”

When everyone saw and heard this, they all turned their eyes to look at Wei Qiao, and their eyes were quite surprised. Because the stories told by the old man are not recorded in the history books, or the old man deliberately collected and polished the wild history, how could anyone know in advance? Isn't this smashing your own job!

Wei Qiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled indifferently, and replied: "Guess a little bit." ”

"Then what's going on down there, what happened to Taizu later......"

"Yes, Taizu has retreated a million thieves......

"Taizu can be injured, and the thief chief has captured a few ......"

The people whose appetites were adjusted immediately asked questions at Wei Qiao, their eyes were green, their faces were red, their necks were thick, and they were shouting with spittle. Obviously, they listened to stories, not history.

Wei Qiao glanced at the old storyteller, and said with an indifferent smile: "Naturally, Taizu retreated from a million thieves and guarded the Zhaoshui Pass unharmed. ”

"How do you know?" The old man was the first to ask questions, staring at Wei Qiao with extremely unkind eyes, as if Wei Qiao had stolen his original manuscript.

"yes, how do you know?"

"Taizu is a martial artist, how can he have a three-inch tongue to convince the thief army......"

"Yes, if possible, Taizu won't have to work hard for a month......"

Even if it's a story, it has to stand up to scrutiny.

Wei Qiao was indifferent before, but as the old man opened his hair and asked, his eyes gradually became extremely strange, and his face turned red, 'poof', Wei Qiao slapped the table and laughed.

Wei Qiao's actions immediately woke up Xiangling, who was drowsy on the other side, and said sleepily: "Young Master, are we going back?" ”

"Hey, you haven't said why Taizu retreated from the thief soldiers......"

"Yes, we can't go, we all have questions......"

"Yes, yes, the scholar speaks quickly, speaks quickly, otherwise he will not be able to leave today......"

Wei Qiao was already lying on the table, laughing silently, holding his stomach and sobbing.

"If, if something happens to Taizu, then, then, will there still be a Great Qi Dynasty... Haha......"

As soon as Wei Qiao's voice fell, the scene suddenly fell silent. yes, isn't that a clear question?

The storyteller's face turned red, and he was ashamed and eager to find a hole to drill into, this question was the first one he asked!

Everyone also reacted quickly, their faces turned red, the corners of their mouths twitched, their shoulders trembled, and they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Wei Qiao laughed for a while, stretched his waist, hugged his fist at the old storyteller, picked up the rice paper on the table and prepared to go home.

Today, too, it was so much fun.

Xiangling looked at the teahouse, which is usually very lively, but now it is overcrowded but so weird, her little face is flushed and extremely excited, and her big black eyes are dripping and turning in the teahouse, as if she is looking for some secret.

"This son, please stay?" Wei Qiao had just raised his foot, and the old storyteller spoke again.

Wei Qiao was stunned again, looked at the old man with some doubts, and said, "What advice does the old gentleman have?" ”

The storyteller's face was still embarrassed, and he said stubbornly: "I don't dare to give advice, it's just that the old man wants to ask his son a question." ”

Wei Qiao also wanted to know why he had named himself for no reason just now, so he smiled and nodded.

The old man's face became more embarrassed, he glanced at the bowl above Wei Qiao's head, hugged his fists and said, "Childe has come to listen to the book review a lot of times, dare to ask Childe, why do you keep laughing but not speaking?" ”

Wei Qiao smiled, pointed to the old man's table and said, "If the old gentleman can bring a surprise wood next time, when he speaks, he will slap it twice, and the momentum will definitely be even worse, and the business will be better." ”

When he said business, he naturally referred to the business of tea houses. After saying that, he nodded and walked outside.

Xiangling saw that Wei Qiao had left, so she hurriedly put down a few pennies, picked up the things on the table, and chased after her, but unfortunately she didn't find the quiet secret of those people just now, so she didn't have to go back to bragging.

The old storyteller chewed Wei Qiao's words carefully, and his eyes lit up. He is also an old man, and he knows the benefits when he thinks about it. Originally, he was a little dissatisfied with Wei Qiao, who didn't give money for listening to the book review, but now he is much more angry when he thinks about it.