"A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old, and when did the sun set to return to ......"

"Once upon a time, carriages and horses were slow, letters were slow, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime......"

The teahouse, whether in the past or now, is a place where the eight immortals cross the sea to show their powers.

Inside, you can listen to book reviews and negotiate business, and the three religions and nine streams will choose to inquire and pass on news inside, and the literati and scholars will also gather, talk, meet friends, chant poems and paintings, taste tea and enjoy the scenery, etc.

According to the record of "Yujing Fenghualu": "In the first year of Tianfu, there were a total of 896 large and small teahouses, teahouses and tea shops in Yujing City. ”

Tingfeng teahouse is a two-storey octagonal gatehouse, painted with vermilion, ink two colors of painting, carved characters and flowers on the fence, vivid, lifelike, the store hangs a pair of ink treasures written by Liu Zhenqing, a calligrapher of the dynasty, when he was young.

Listen to the wind teahouse, listen to the wind and moon, listen to the gossip, and listen to the storytelling.

Fairies and ghosts, court affairs, grievances and hatreds in the rivers and lakes, rumors in the palace, celebrity anecdotes...... Everything.

The three of them entered the teahouse, and the middle-aged man in a cyan robe was still on the stage, and there were more than a dozen audience members sparsely sitting in the hall.

He held a folding fan in one hand, and there was a mahogany stop on the beech table, and today he changed his tone, as if singing but not singing, but full of energy.

"A real person breaks the immortal path with a sword, and grinds into the red dust years. said last time, after Zhao Zhenren of Xuandu Mountain suppressed the heavenly soldiers and generals, he disappeared into the red dust of the world, and there was no news for a hundred years after that. The demon clan has made a comeback, causing the lives of the seven kingdoms of the world to be devastated......"

A jade-faced man shouted angrily: "Doesn't my Daqian have a demon hunting division? ”

"The Demon Hunt Division has been around for less than three hundred years." The storyteller smiled, opened the folding fan, and sang: "Fortunately, there is a Buddha and a demon disaster, and there are one hundred and eighty temples in the south." Heaven and man have transformed into demons, and the world has been peaceful so far. ”

After the storyteller walked a few steps in a circle, he collected the folding fan: "At that time, Buddhism promoted Buddhism in the Seven Kingdoms, and tens of thousands of monks went down the mountain and went out of the temple. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end of this story! ”

Dr. Tea carried the teapot and came to Shang Qing and the three of them: "Three guest officers, please inside!" ”

Shang Qing and the three of them came to a private room on the second floor, where two people were already waiting, a middle-aged man in a gray robe got up to greet him, and an old man with gray hair sat crampedly on his left side.

Everyone in the audience applauded, and after the applause stopped, a young man shouted: "Storyteller, let's talk about one more!" ”

The storyteller returned to the desk, slapped the 'stop speech', folded the fan, and sang: "The Yangtze River is rolling east, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes." Success or failure turns into nothingness. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

In the elegant room on the second floor, Shang Qing's body was stagnant when he heard this, and the middle-aged man hurriedly bowed down and said, "Lord Shang, he is the boatman." ”

Shang Qing looked at the old boatman and saw that he was thin, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers, revealing half of his withered arms, a coarse cloth belt around his waist, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a hat on his back, and a dozen deep ravines of time hanging on his face.

"On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. There are many things in ancient and modern times, all of which are being talked about and laughing about. The storyteller kept singing: "When it comes to the general trend of the world, it will be together for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time...... Today, I will tell you about the vendetta of the rivers and lakes. ”

The crowd applauded.

Dongfang Xi involuntarily approached the railing of the elegant room, and bent his ears.

"What do you call it?" Shang Qing hugged his fist at the gray-shirted man.

"Zheng Sanqiao, a cheap name, don't dare to worry about the businessman." The middle-aged man replied respectfully.

At the same time, in Luoyang Fang, Zheng Kaifeng also came to the Jingzhao Mansion with a middle-aged man, and Chen Yuzi, the mansion, asked, "General Zheng, why are you here?" ”

Zheng Kaifeng said: "What about Lord Shang? ”

Chen Yuzi said: "This will go to the Tingfeng Teahouse." ”

Zheng Kaifeng and the middle-aged man's faces changed in unison, and they exclaimed, "It's broken!" Chen Fucheng, you go to the Wei Qiansi to ask the captain of the pawn, and ask him to hurry up to the Tingfeng Teahouse. ”

Guards and Commanders? Chen Fucheng looked hesitant, "How can I go to that place." ”

Let him enter the Wei Qiansi, Fu Cheng Chen Yuzi said that he didn't dare, he was a little afraid!

Zheng Kaifeng took off the small leaf rosewood card on his waist: "Chen Fucheng, you go with my waist card, and when you see Dian Duwei, you will say a word: Shang Qing is in danger, save quickly!" ”

The drizzle outside has begun to trickle.

Hai Zheng - the great abyss dedication, all things in the sky, deep cover hidden, people set, suddenly heard the bell is not quack.

The storyteller filmed 'Stop Talking' again and sang: "You don't see, the cold river is lonely, the rivers and lakes are long, why should you have known each other when you meet, you are tired of killing people and scolding people." It is said that there is a descendant in Xu Nanshan of Linzhi Mansion, named Zhuqing. He studied under the ancestor of the wood spirit of Kongtong Mountain, went up the mountain at the age of three, was talented, practiced boxing for 15 years, and his boxing skills have reached the peak. ”

On that day, Xu Zhuqing went down Kongtong Mountain, traveled through the rivers and lakes, stepped on the night, and came to a ruined temple in the north of Dongchang Mansion. In the broken temple, Xu Zhuqing suddenly encountered a group of strongmen surrounding and killing a weak woman. ”

In the elegant room on the second floor, Zheng Sanqiao, a middle-aged man, introduced to Shang Qing: "He is a boatman in Cui's Mansion, deaf and dumb, fortunately, he knows a few big characters and knows some sign language. Someone gave him two silver coins in advance, and told him to wait at the ferry in front of the gourd temple, and the people got on the boat and went to Taipingfang. There was indeed a woman in white who got on the boat that night, but she got off the boat at Heshanfang, and later the officers and soldiers searched, and he was worried about being implicated, so he abandoned the boat on the ferry of my Zheng family. ”

After Zheng Sanqiao finished speaking, he also handed over two silver coins.

Shang Qing didn't answer, his brows furrowed, and things were really getting more and more confusing. They had just come from Heshanfang, could it be that Gu Baimen really went to Tongling Alley?

"Are you sure what he's saying is true?" Shang Qing stared at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled: "Lord Shang, it's true, if you don't believe it, you can ask him in person!" ”

After saying that, he also beckoned to the old boatman, who came over with a worried face, and gestured anxiously in front of him, Shang Qing didn't understand what the other party meant.

At this time, the storyteller on the first floor of the stage sang loudly: "Laugh with a glass of wine, kill people in the city." Everyone, the time has come, do it! ”

Slapped the 'Silence' suddenly.

When the old boatman and the middle-aged man heard this, they suddenly struck out without warning. The old boatman swung his fist, and the middle-aged man slammed into his knees.

Shang Qing was startled, and hurriedly crossed his hands to his chest.

Bang!

Two huge forces smashed on the arm, the pain was scorching, and the body slid backwards sharply, and the back hit the railing.

Bang! Bang!

The bars were smashed open with great force.

Shang Qing flew out upside down from the railing and slammed it in front of the storyteller on the stage, embarrassed.

He was not allowed to think at all, the storyteller hit the door with a folding fan, Shang Qing turned his body, and after flipping a few times, a carp stiffened, and he could stabilize his body.

A bloodshot spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone in the audience took out their swords hidden in advance and killed him in unison.

The middle-aged man and the old boatman on the second floor didn't bother with Qin Shiyue and Dongfang Xi, they jumped down from the fence, landed on the stage, and surrounded Shang Qingtuan.