“……”

"Brother, what's wrong?" The shopkeeper Hao, who noticed Ji Xiu's expression, looked downstairs, and his face changed slightly.

Obviously, seeing Liu Moyan here is not a lot of pressure for him.

Ji Xiu glanced at Shopkeeper Hao, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "Don't pay attention to it." ”

Seeing what he said calmly, Shopkeeper Hao suddenly realized that this person is not simple now, and he has the background of the Ministry of Etiquette.

Although Liu Moyan has a big background, he belongs to the top second-generation circle in Kyoto, and it can be seen from the incident of the Red Mansion that he will no longer be embarrassed by Ji Xiu, so he will directly engage with the Ministry of Rites.

Not to mention the explosion of the Red Mansion now, Ji Xiu was noticed by the Confucian Sect, and it is not impossible to reintegrate it into the door wall.

Unless Liu Moyan's brain is pumped, otherwise he won't mess around.

After turning his mind, Shopkeeper Hao suddenly put his mind at ease, raised his wine glass with a smile, and took a sip.

Ji Xiu observed the crowd below, and noticed that Liu Moyan did not go upstairs with a few doglegs beside him, but sat down in a corner in the distance, well, he was even sharing a table with the knife man next to him?

This Liu Moyan, an arrogant second-generation top power, is willing to share a table with the vulgar martial artists in the eyes of most people? Ji Xiu was surprised.

As time went on, there were more and more people in the lobby on the first floor of Vasher. Because of the operation behind the shopkeeper Hao, ninety percent of the people who came were martial artists, and the remaining one percent were guests who didn't know why.

This caused some guests who originally wanted to step into the Vasher, and after seeing a large group of martial artists who looked at the five big and three thick, sloppy clothes, and had a high throat and a big voice, they immediately frowned and threw their sleeves away.

Vulgar martial artist, unworthy of being in the same house with me!

That is to say, no one in the West City Washe cares about the martial arts, if the restaurants owned by some powerful people in the East City directly refuse the entry of the martial arts.

For the attitude of these people, the martial artists naturally don't care at all, they have experienced this kind of white eyes a lot.

He looked like he didn't care.

Of course, although he pretends to be very strong on the surface every time and doesn't care, he is ultimately disappointed in his heart.

We didn't do anything wrong?

Why is it so despised by people?

Practicing martial arts, not stealing or robbing, why do you look down on you so much?

Some martial artists were aggrieved in their hearts.

On the side of the lobby, in the corner, Liu Moyan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and knocked them, raised his eyes to look at the dog's legs that came over, and said, "Got it?" ”

He was a regular visitor to this washer.

Usually I will sit on the first floor, listen to these martial arts gags, and talk about the interesting stories of chivalry. Today, he came here as usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he found that the number of martial artists had skyrocketed a lot.

This strange phenomenon caught his attention.

Well, there was no need to send someone to inquire about it, because the one he shared the table with was a martial arts swordsman. But when the swordsman just now saw a noble son like him, he naturally instinctively avoided it.

Dogleg is a pockmarked face, but a young man with a good temperament.

The pock-faced young man sat down and poured himself a glass of wine, glanced back at the hall, and then said, "Inquire clearly." These martial artists are here for today's storytelling. ”

Coming to listen to the book? Liu Mo was puzzled. Sprinkled the melon seeds back into the plate, and looked at the pock-faced young man for a long time.

"Hey!" The pock-faced young man chuckled lightly and said, "But the content of today's story is different, but it is related to a book that will be released at the end of the month, Wen Xia knows who the author of the book is?" ”

Wen Xia, Liu Moyan's words.

Liu Moyan's eyes narrowed slightly, leaned back in the chair, and looked at him without speaking.

A few doglegs on the side were also smiling.

"Ahem!" Being stared at by several people, the pock-faced young man coughed dryly, and no longer sold Guanzi, but said directly: "Ji Xiu." ”

Hearing this name again, the smile on Liu Moyan's face disappeared, Ji Xiu's next book is related to martial arts?

"So, this 'Red Mansion' Mr. Ji, like everyone else, plans to write a book on the theme of martial arts?" Another young man holding a folding fan glanced at Liu Moyan and teased.

"This is also normal, I heard that he is a waste person now, so he naturally has to plan for the future, and he will make a fortune if he can."

"Look at what you said, money, hum, who can not love it?"

Listening to the words of a few dogs around him, Liu Moyan no longer had any expression on his face.

Seeing this, a few doglegs immediately closed their mouths in amusement.

Although he is a friend with Liu Moyan on weekdays, if he doesn't know how to read words and feelings, he won't be able to squeeze into his circle.

Liu Moyan said that the original word was not called Wen Xia, but Wen Yu, which means that the son is as warm as jade.

The word Wen Xia was given to himself later.

Half of the Wen characters were given by the elders, so they didn't dare to resign, and they went to a brocade and jade food, and changed to a chivalrous righteousness, which was for Wen Xia.

Don't look at him as a second ancestor who eats and waits for death, but he has a soft spot for martial arts, and he has an inexplicable liking for martial artists.

“… Then let's listen to it, what a masterpiece this Mr. Ji of the Red Mansion wants to release, just a warm-up scene in advance, it is worth the attention of so many people. Suddenly, Liu Moyan picked up a handful of melon seeds and swallowed them.

"Hmph, you who wrote the Red Mansion, are you planning to make money? Ji Xiu, you are the same as those hypocritical poor sours, but you are in vain, I misjudged you..."Liu Moyan smiled coldly in his heart.

Although he didn't like the Red Mansion very much, he had read it. He admits that the Red Mansion is really well written, and it is a rare masterpiece.

It is also for this reason that I will take the initiative to resolve the misunderstanding that day.

But today, when I heard Ji Xiu's next idle book, it was actually intended to touch the theme of martial arts that countless Confucian students did not dare to touch.

He was more inclined in his heart that Ji Xiu was planning to gather wool.

A person writes a book with his own fixed style, and even if he tries to make a breakthrough, it is impossible to completely cross borders.

can write the book Red Mansion, Ji Xiu's style is already fixed in everyone's hearts, how can such a person write martial arts?

is just these simple martial artists who don't know anything, and they think that Red Mansion is well written, and the next martial arts theme can also be written.

Seeing Liu Moyan like this, a few doglegs looked at the storyteller who slowly walked up to the high platform, and a playful look appeared in their eyes.

"It's the storyteller, Mr. Linfeng!"

"One of the most famous storytellers in Kyoto, I didn't expect him to come this time."

"I heard that in the high-end restaurant in the East Market, Mr. Linfeng's special show, the ticket price is two taels of silver!"

“……”

At this time, the Vasher lobby was full of commotion.

Seeing the middle-aged Confucian who came to the stage, graceful and elegant, everyone below was in an uproar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, under the wind..."With the elegant salute of the wind, the warriors below also responded.

Private room on the second floor.

Ji Xiu looked at Lin Feng, who was talking to the audience below and answering questions, and nodded secretly, this demeanor was stronger than some stars in his previous life.

"Linfeng is the most stable typhoon among the twelve storytellers." Shopkeeper Hao said with a smile.

"-Smack!"

At this time, as the startling wood fell, the lobby immediately fell silent.

Everyone stared intently at the high platform!

Linfeng smiled slightly, picked up the folding fan in his hand and put it aside, and said: "The world is out of my generation, and once I enter the rivers and lakes, the years are urging, and the emperor is talking and laughing, and it is better than a drunk in life." ”

Different from Linfeng's previous opening style,

As soon as he opened his mouth this time, it turned out to be a domineering and free and easy singing.

The group of martial artists below were originally hot-blooded, and when they heard these four words, they immediately stared, and something in their bodies seemed to move.

Lin Feng smiled slightly and continued: "Lifting the sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock. Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sighing a few people in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Today, I don't talk about talented and beautiful people, I don't talk about Buddhism and compassion for sentient beings, I don't talk about the immeasurable Dharma, today I only talk about rivers and lakes!"

"-Smack!"

The startling wood fell again, like thunder.

In an instant, the wind swept all over the body, and the wind rolled in everyone's ears and whistled.

The next moment, everyone was in front of them, and they were already on the snowy lawn.

“……”