There are mountains in the extreme west of Kyushu, which are ten thousand feet high, and are called Kunlun. As the old saying goes, the Kunlun is the ancestor of the mountains and the root of the earth's veins.

There are 100 miles of marshland in the middle section of Kunlun, the snow on the top of the mountain melts when the weather is warm, and it flows into the long river through the marshland, and goes all the way east for thousands of miles across the four states into the sea.

The estuary of the Changhe River is located in the territory of Dizhou at the southern end of Hebei Province, rushing to the sea, and the scene is very beautiful. At noon on this day, the sun had passed in the middle and slowly turned west, and a small boat came slowly on the sea, and when it was a little closer, I saw a young man on the boat, dressed in white, with his hands on his back, standing on the bow of the boat, his eyes closed, and two scars

The figure of eight is from the center of the eyebrows, across the eyebrows, eyes to the cheekbones, which is terrifying at first glance. If you look closely, there is no one else on board.

No one rowed, and the boat moved forward at a constant speed, even as it got closer and closer to the rumbling mouth of the sea, the speed still did not decrease, and it plunged headlong into the mist, and followed the long river to the west, as if such a monstrous water vapor and rushing river had no effect on the man who did not look sturdy at first glance and the boat that felt like it was about to break.

Fortunately, there are not many people around, and I am afraid that others will be surprised to see this scene. After a few days of stopping and going, the boat was about to sail halfway through Yanzhou, and the sun was halfway up the mountainside, before the man in white said to himself: "Another pillar of incense should arrive in Taicheng, or I should come by myself." The tone was soft, and if you didn't see that he was a man, you would think it was a woman just by listening to the voice.

The voice is not an authentic Da Zhou dialect, so it is naturally not a native to think of it. It's just that it seems to be said to whom, but to whom?

The boat slowed down strangely, slowly moving towards the riverbank, getting closer and closer, and the whole boat was exposed to the water, and then a turtle head the size of a basket also surfaced.

Unexpectedly, it was a giant tortoise carrying this man in a small boat. The man in white bent down and picked up a thin bamboo pole in the boat, bowed his head slightly, and covered the two terrible scars by the emitted hair, and then connected the bamboo poles in his hand, and got off the boat without hurrying, he didn't care about the muddy white clothes and white shoes by the river, and walked westward, the big turtle turned around and dived into the water, not knowing where to go.

Not long after walking, I saw the outline of the city of Thailand, and the man in white went up to the main road and entered the city with the flow of people. There is a mountain in Taicheng, Dai Mountain.

The mountain is not high, but it is rumored that there are immortals who have appeared here, causing the emperors of all dynasties to come to burn incense and pay respects when they ascend the throne, and this mountain can be called the first in Kyushu.

As soon as the man in white entered the city, he heard the soldiers guarding the city at the gate of the city saying that there was a storyteller in Yixing Building tonight, and the storyteller was He Qingshan, who was famous in Kyushu.

The man in white seemed to remember something, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then with the impression he had made a few years ago, he inquired all the way to Yixing Building with a bamboo pole.

He Qingshan's storyteller is not necessarily better than those storytellers in the city, but this person is afraid of being conservative.

Other storytellers are talking about stories handed down by their ancestors, He Qingshan also said, but he is more talking about what he has seen and heard in Kyushu over the years.

Coupled with his blend of oil and vinegar, the one who is famous in the Forbidden City likes to listen to his books.

When the man in white found Yixing Building, it was already crowded with people, listening to the boiling voice, he was afraid that he couldn't squeeze in.

But this money can make the ghost grind, after finding out a piece of silver, the shopkeeper took the man in white into Yixing Building, and also found a seat very close to the table.

Thinking that the ingot of silver really worked, the shopkeeper also warmed the pot for the man in white, and when he smelled it, he knew that it was the most favorite jade liquor in Kyushu.

With the plate of peanuts that I don't know if they were given or paid, the man in white acted really decently.

At this time, the curtain fell on the stage, and when the man in white was drinking, a girl of fifteen or sixteen came to the stage with a handful of three strings.

This is what everyone knows, another storyteller's three-foot desk is a shelf, but this He Qingshan is different from others, so he has to match it with a little sound, and add some sonorous sound to the climax of his intonation and frustration, which can be regarded as adding some adjustment.

When the girl came to the stage, there was silence in the restaurant, and when the three strings slowly rang twice, only the sound of waking wood could be heard in the curtain, and a female voice could be heard.

The expected tactfulness of the tone, such as the crisp sound of the oriole is so comfortable that it is still the same set poem at the beginning, which is said

"Wu Hook hangs in the northwest, the cold moon shines on the south wall like frost, and he is angry and rushes to the crown of the young man, and asks you how to borrow Du Kang." The restaurant, which was as noisy as the morning market, was silent for a moment, and the needle drop could be heard.

"This capital, a few decades ago by the barbarians sneak attack, the beginning of the night twilight in the court with the night light tablet day and night to travel five ways to find the eighteen grandmasters to retreat to the enemy, and then by the first emperor decreed to build the city of Beijing that is three points shorter than the capital, and named the night twilight as the king of the backer, so far, the night prince has also become the only one with a different surname in the hundred years of our Great Zhou system."

"At the moment, let's not mention the bloody battle of the Chinese New Year's Eve Wang Ye in the capital and the eighteenth grandmaster, let's talk about the heroic incident of the night boy in the capital a few years ago." Immediately after that, there was another sound, and the tone of He Qingshan in the curtain changed, and the majestic aura came to him.

"It is said that three years ago, in the night of the hot summer, the Mo family ...... in the city of Beijing" The man in white turned his head slightly, and the two scars moved involuntarily, and his ears trembled twice.

In the curtains, the rich voice that should not belong to a woman should be, talking about the summer night when several major families gathered at night to denounce the good family, about the night boy who had no intention of bumping into being a Liang Shangren, about the kid meddling in his sister's affairs, about the ruthless people of the good family who killed people and was full of vicious hearts, about the Jiuqu thoughts of the little girl of the broken family, about the fate of the dodge, about the kid who was angry at the crown and became red-faced, and about the Black Mountain battle that shocked the court.

The voice is suppressed and abrupt, and the three-string plucking is played, with the ups and downs that the story should have, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes relaxed.

Until the wake wood was closed, the sound of Zheng Zheng continued Jiang Min, and the expressions of the guests in the audience were still unfinished.

If it weren't for the two hideous scars on his face, the man in white first clapped his hands a few times, bringing scattered applause around him, and then he came like a tide, cheering one after another, so as not to be noisy.

The curtain was lifted, and the girl who plucked the strings stepped down from the stage with a wooden plate, and begged for money from right to left.

To tell the truth, there is no money to hold the money field, there are not many people who throw ingot silver in the atmosphere, but the most is a few pieces of broken silver, and some regular customers are shy but can't grind it open, and it is not impossible to dig out a few copper plates.

He Qingshan, who has already become a party, doesn't care about how much money there is, and the girl who has been with him for a long time is naturally well-informed and will not care about people's eyes.

The girl with two braids walked up to the man in white and muttered

The jargon of "asking the master for a reward, thanking the master for a meal" is just that the man in white raised his head without hesitation, which really shocked the girl, and the girl who had also seen the world quickly closed her eyes and lowered her head and pretended not to see, but her voice trembled a little.

The man in white, who had long been accustomed to the eyes of the world, wanted to smile, but he felt that his face was really a little scary, so he lowered his head again and said, "Please tell everyone He, Fu Ying's old friend asks to see him." The girl who originally bowed her head and was stunned

"Wo Xuan" blurted out, and immediately felt speechless, and was embarrassed for a moment in worry, and hurriedly left sideways.

Hearing the girl's breathing turn rapid, she then walked away in a panic, causing the man in white to laugh dumbly.

It was just a tea ring, and the originally noisy lobby was so quiet that it could be heard when a pin dropped, and the wheezing of those who were sitting or standing around fell into the ears of the man in white.

The curtain was lifted again, since he became famous for storytelling in Kyushu, he never showed people easily, even the one in the palace who had never seen his true face, raised his hand lightly, and lifted the light veil, on a young face that can be called a disaster for the country and the people, I am afraid that it will drip blood, and the bright red mouth is lightly opened, which is different from the two voices when I just told the story, and I listened to it delicately.

"Forget your worries!"