The ship docked, ending the drift of nearly a month!

Han Jing left those caravans and set out on his own, although he hid his strength along the way, he still helped him to come to a city soon with the speed of his steps.

This city is only a hundred miles away from Qianxuan City in Qianxuan County!

Or, here you can get some news about the Divine General's Mansion and the Thunder Breaking Heaven, or at least you can learn about the little weak crown ceremony!

Han Jing then stopped.

The name of the city is "Shuangjiang", because there are two gentle rivers flowing side by side in the city, and in the nearest place, the two rivers are only hundreds of zhang apart.

That is, in this place of about hundreds of zhang wide and about 3,000 zhang long, it is the most prosperous and lively place in Shuangjiang City.

Inside, there are many luxurious liquor shops, and there are all kinds of gambling houses, song houses, and other shops. Among them, in addition to the wind and snow, the allusions to the rivers and mountains, there are more mainland goods from the south to the north!

Whether it is the top-grade elixir of the Southern Star Empire, the top-grade Xuanqi Xuandan of the North, the specialty of the Yanhuang Empire, or even the items flowing from the underworld, they are all displayed in various shops.

This qiē shows the prosperity of this city and the convenience of transportation.

Han Jing actually didn't like these Fengyue places or crowded wine shops, but if he wanted to get enough and timely enough information, he knew that this was a good choice.

Therefore, after a little choice, Han Jing climbed the Wangjiang Tower!

Standing looking at the river, the building contains vertical and horizontal!

Listen to the water and get drunk, and know the eternity!

"Vertical and horizontal" in geography and "eternal" in time......

This is the couplet of the red gate outside the Wangjiang Tower, which is about the long history of the Wangjiang Tower, and also about the heritage of the Wangjiang Tower - here, there are the most and best storytellers in Shuangjiang City and even the entire Yanhuang Empire.

Walking in, Han Jing saw the names of the floors such as "Ancient Style", "Yasao", "Battlefield Field", "Listening to the Wind", etc., which meant that the storytellers on these floors spoke of different categories.

Without hesitation, Han Jing chose to listen to the wind.

Because the listener is well-informed, and it is exactly what is happening now, but most of them are unknown.

After ordering three or five side dishes and a pot of Shuangjiang famous wine, Han Jing chose a corner to sit down. All around, there were enthusiastic booktellers, or groups of three or five, or two men and women, and there were also a few wine tables like Han Jing here, just one person.

It was noon, and there weren't many people listening to the book, so it wasn't as lively as the evening show, so the bookmakers seemed to be a little listless......

"Thinking that the thousands of troops and horses of our empire were waiting for the remnants of the traitor Han Wushuang in one fell swoop, suddenly the thunder in the sky seemed to be about to be destroyed, and a golden light suddenly appeared, startling thousands of troops and horses to retreat for a while! Guess ...... What the hell is that golden light?"

What the storyteller said, it was really close!

Han Jing frowned slightly, already thinking that this was talking about "the Immortal Emperor Dojo collapsed, and the remnants fled".

Sure enough, one of the listeners below seemed interested and asked, "What is it?"

Syllable!

With a startled sound, the storyteller smiled mysteriously and said, "This golden thing is not a martial artist appearing, not a thunderbolt, but a ...... A sword!"

"A sword, a sword?" the man spoke again, and asked, "What kind of good sword can frighten the thousands of troops of my empire?"

Hearing this, the storyteller was naturally happy that someone interacted, but some other people in the hall looked at the person who asked the question, and there was a little disdain in their eyes.

After all...... It seems that the news has already spread!

After all, it seems that many storytellers have already told the story of the war.

But the man still didn't seem to know, and urged: "Speak quickly, there is a reward here!"

The words fell, and I saw that a chapter of the golden scroll was really sent.

Looking at the golden scroll on the table, it seemed that even the storyteller was surprised: I couldn't imagine that talking about this matter that was already Chen Sesame Rotten Grain at this time period could be exchanged for a good reward?

In this case, he immediately cleared his throat and raised, "That's ......"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a voice sounded coldly: "Yan Huang Sword!"

Airplanes......

The next moment, the storyteller's face immediately became ugly, and even the people around him were somewhat surprised and surprised: you must know that the most important thing is to respect the storyteller, even if you have heard it, you shouldn't rob people of words!

Big deal, you can leave.

So for a while, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

But the man who interrupted the storyteller seemed to ignore this qiē, and had already stood up gently: "A total of hundreds of thousands of sharp, and Yamamoto is in charge, and he actually returned the lost soldiers to no avail, so it is good to use it all the time to praise merit?"

Thundered......

In a word, the next moment was a dead silence, followed by a surging noise.

"What a bold guy, he actually dares to call the national teacher by his name!"

"This is a felony of the Nine Clans!"

"Also, the national teacher personally led the army to break through Han Wushuang's dojo and destroy the foundation stronghold of those remnants, which is a great merit and the fortune of the empire......!

Listening and watching, Han Jing couldn't help but look at the man twice at this moment: he is a martial artist, and his strength is not weak, and he is already in the Amaterasu Realm!

Looking at his age and appearance, he is about thirty years old, with a strong nose bridge on his face, thick black eyebrows, and big drooping ears, but he is also quite powerful and resolute.

"Humph......"

With a cold snort, the next moment the man showed a somewhat disdainful smile, and waved something to the storyteller's table: "One million gold coins, how about you please tell me?"

"What ......"

In a word, there was an uproar all around: one million Yanhuang Empire gold coins, just listen to a paragraph?

That's a lot of money.

Even the storyteller changed his previous slight anger and unbearable look, and immediately became pleasant: "I don't know what this Excellency wants to hear?"

Looking at him, the man put away his smile and replied with four words: "Dajing Rebellion!"

......

"You ......"

Only when he heard these four words, the storyteller's body shook suddenly, and he directly put away the fan, and hurried towards the staircase regardless of the gold scroll on the table.

"Damn ......"

"What a guts!"

"Let's go, we don't want to make a big deal!"

Immediately afterwards, almost all the listeners around them stood up as if they had been struck by lightning, looked at the man with resentment or pity, and soon all fled from this floor......

Such a scene is as if the sheep know that the hungry wolf is coming and have to flee.

Seeing this, the man looked up to the sky and smiled, and then sat back on the seat: "Hahaha...... It's ridiculous that everyone in the world has doubts, but they can only open their eyes and close their eyes and do not seek the truth! What hope is there for such an empire?"

The words fell on a pot of spirits and threw his head up.

After drinking a pot of wine and putting it down, he saw a man in a white shirt, and then smiled slightly after being puzzled, and nodded at him: "You're not leaving?"

Natural...... The man in the white shirt is Han Jing.

At this moment, he was not afraid, so he looked at the man and smiled back, and said, "No one dares to ask for the truth, but you dare to talk about it?"

The words fell, and the sound of breaking the air around them sounded one after another.

Someone's coming!