In the small teahouse in Shengjing, it is very lively.

As soon as the news of the destruction of the temple was confirmed, the storyteller became the most lucrative profession for a while, running three or four large restaurants a day.

And the book that the storyteller wants to talk about is naturally the battle for the destruction of the temple, but they are not bystanders, they can only imagine and make it up out of thin air, anyway, how wonderful it is.

The most famous old gentleman in Shengjing is surnamed Duan, and the people like to call him an old joke, he says that the book is not like other storytellers, but he is fully devoted, and when it comes to the difficulty of self-control, he will be crazy and cry!

The old joke only tells jokes in a small teahouse, and it is not like other storytellers who run for money in Shengjing, as long as he shows up these days, the teahouse will be immediately overcrowded.

The old joke naturally said that it was also about the fall of the temple, but it was also a story from the mouth of the storyteller, and he could analyze some truth!

Standing on the floor of the old wine in the tea shop, looking at the dense crowd of people upstairs and downstairs, the old man asked: "Today, let's not talk about the book, let's talk about something you don't know." ”

Upstairs and downstairs applauded, but a middle-aged man at the gate did not echo, but looked at the old man in a daze.

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Do you know why our Sheng Tang can smash the temple?"

A hundred people naturally have a hundred answers, and when it comes to this invigorating thing, some people naturally shout: "We're fierce." ”

Some people also shouted: "The general is amazing!"

"I said you don't know, I think Zhang Xiaodao must have made a big effort in this matter!"

Everyone, you and I are so noisy, but the old joke said: "Fart!"

If you are an ordinary storyteller who dares to angrily reprimand the guests for farting, you will inevitably suffer the baptism of melon and fruit peels, but obviously people who come to listen to the storytelling of the old joke know the rules of the old joke.

"Our Sheng Tang is really courageous. Let the six levels of the wings first, and then let the big wilderness children enter the Yizhou, which is a bait. ”

Everyone couldn't figure it out, and was about to ask a question, when the old joke said: "See the bait, the temple masters have to come, naturally the broken mountain will be empty." ”

"At this time, our general led people up to the holy mountain, which is called giving you hope first, and making you desperate in his mother!"

The old joke made this clear. Upstairs and downstairs were cheering.

The old joke said again: "Look at the present, the Great Wilderness Children are still showing off their power in Yizhou on the surface, but in fact, now their boss is also suddenly in his heart, the top powerhouses in the temple have all been cut off, and now go back, does that mean that you can go back if you go back?"

Everyone didn't understand, but they knew that the old joke would say, and the old joke didn't whet everyone's appetite and said: "The army wants to retreat, and the plain has the least variables." If the Great Wilderness wants to withdraw, it is natural to withdraw outside the Immediate Wing Pass!"

"But in the Tang Dynasty, the iron cavalry is not an idle meal, and it is a good hand to play pursuit, once it enters the plain. Shall we ride after their butts and peel off the skin?"

Everyone suddenly realized, and immediately it should be, the tea guests were hotly discussed, and the old joke did have his unique vision in this regard.

The old joke is about the rise. Roared: "Fuck the wilderness, count it as a bird!"

Upstairs and downstairs shouted in unison, "Count a bird!" The middle-aged scholar sitting in the corner couldn't cry or laugh.

Immediately afterwards, the old joke began to tell the story of Li Yi's six people going to the holy mountain. It's just that nature and reality are very different.

But the old joke was extremely devoted, and the mouth of the mouth was flying, and with the ups and downs of the plot, the upstairs and downstairs listened with great interest.

This story was told for an afternoon, and the middle-aged scholar listened to it for an afternoon, and when night fell, the story ended, and the teahouse was empty.

The obese boss happily took a silver ingot and handed it to the old man, but the old man didn't answer, just stared blankly at the middle-aged scholar who was still drinking tea in the mess in the corner.

As soon as the boss wanted to ask, he saw that the old man was about to kneel down suddenly, his eyes red.

The boss was startled, the old joke is a hanger on weekdays, in addition to being a good storyteller, the street house also knows that he was a soldier back then, and he is a person with two strokes, this is to say that he collapsed in the afternoon?

The old man didn't wait to kneel, a gentle vitality invisibly lifted him up, the boss was startled, and saw the ordinary middle-aged scholar in the corner came to the two of them, took the silver and said, "Old friend." ”

With that, he put his hand on the old man's shoulder and pushed him out of the teahouse.

Seeing the excited look of the old man, he knew that he should be an old friend, and the boss didn't think much about it, but he didn't know that the ordinary scholar might be the biggest person he had ever seen in his life.

Old Duanzi and Li Zizhi walked out of the teahouse, the sky was getting dark, and the smell of food came from the courtyard of the neighborhood, Li Zizhi asked, "What's the matter, see that I don't invite you to drink?"

The old joke was hesitant for a long time, and he blurted out the style of the afternoon, and finally said: "Sir, don't squeeze me, you said that restaurant, we will fight wherever we want, but this gift is indispensable." ”

As he spoke, he took two steps back, and bowed to Li Zizhi with a bow.

Li Zizhi knew that those old brothers would be scratched in their hearts if they didn't worship him, so he accepted it with peace of mind, and found a small restaurant with the old man like he did back then.

After sitting down, Xiao Er was familiar with the old man, and he wanted to ask who the middle-aged scholar was, but he was chased away by the old man.

"Sir, what are you?" the old man was puzzled, his temperament as a soldier had not changed, and he opened the door and went straight to the mountain.

Li Zizhi took a sip of wine and said, "How many old guys did you do for Wen Qingfeng?"

As soon as the old man heard the words Wen Qingfeng, he became angry, and was about to open his mouth to bury Wen Qingfeng first, but suddenly thought of a humane: "I really don't remember the others, but the lame man is close to the goatee, and then I don't know why I didn't go to the Wenfu to be an official." ”

Li Zizhi didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "I went back to Sheng Tang to kill him, old joke, you said that you have two books, guess where the mustache is?"

The old man patted his thigh and said, "Sir, if you want me to say, he has the most ghost eyes, he must be hiding here!"

Li Zizhi frowned and fell into deep thought.

Not long ago, Wen Qinglan sent a letter, and there was something called 'Ruohua' on this letter, which was colorless and tasteless to ordinary people.

But for Li Zizhi, the taste of Ruohua is the most unique taste in the world, different from thousands of tastes. As long as he smells this smell, he can find Wen Qingfeng.

And that letter naturally had to go to Wen Qingfeng's hands, but although his nose could be said to be the most spiritual in the world, he always had to smell it within a certain range, and it would be in vain if he couldn't smell it.

came to find the old man, because this letter was wandering around in Shengjing, he could sometimes notice it, and sometimes disappeared, and in the past two days, he has completely cut off the news, so he thought that the people of Shengjing, who kept in touch with Wen Qingfeng, came to the old duan to find clues.

"This wine is carrying. Let's go to the lame man's house. ”

The old man nodded immediately, and took Li Zizhi to turn left and right in Shengjing City, and walked for half an hour before he saw a small courtyard.

The geographical location of the small courtyard is not remote, not far from the palace, which is the retirement treatment of those veterans back then.

The old man saw that the gentleman nodded, and knocked on the door of the lame's house.

It was the eldest son of the lame man who opened the door, and when he saw the old man, he immediately said, "Uncle Duan, why are you here?"

The old joke is no nonsense. Pulling Mr. into the courtyard, the lame eldest son hurriedly said, "Uncle Duan, what's the hurry, Dad is drinking tea." ”

The old joke still didn't speak, and walked into the main hall with Mr. all the way. Sure enough, I saw that the crippled man with a scar on his face was drinking tea.

Hearing the footsteps outside, the cripple raised his face, saw the old joke for the first time, and was about to scold this thing when he didn't know when he came to see him. When he saw the middle-aged scholar behind him, he was suddenly shocked and his hands shook. Tea spilled.

There was steam on the ground where the tea had been knocked over, and the lame man hurriedly knelt down, and just about to bow to Mr., he was held up.

What a person, sir, it was only a glance to notice that Li Cripple was not panicked, but he felt that he was as nervous as the old man

Faced with such kindness from his husband, Li Cripple hurriedly instructed his eldest son to prepare a banquet.

The eldest son didn't know what this middle-aged scholar was, but he knew that his father was an old border soldier, and his leg was lame on the battlefield, so he might be a big man of the older generation, but he never imagined that this middle-aged scholar would be the world-famous Mr. Li Zizhi.

Li Zizhi did not stop Li Cripple's eldest son from going to Zhanglou for anything, but sat down, Li Cripple hurriedly set up the tea ceremony, took out the best tea leaves, carefully brewed them, and glanced at the old joke from time to time.

The old man ignored his color, thinking to himself, Li Cripple, you dare to suck the mustache, today Lao Tzu will unload you with eight pieces, it can be seen that Mr. did not move at all, so he didn't move, but his face stinked like a footcloth.

The atmosphere in the hall was strange, and Li Zizhi didn't find the smell he wanted, but at this time, he heard the daughter-in-law of Li's lame eldest son shouting in a loud voice: "Old man, there is no wine in the cellar, you have to go out and buy it." ”

When the eldest son heard this, he scolded: "What the hell are you, did you let you drink all the good wine hidden last year?" ”

The daughter-in-law with a loud voice, hehe, smiled, and didn't answer, obviously it was her.

Li Zizhi knew that his five senses covered the entire courtyard, so he naturally took this conversation into his ears, his face suddenly changed, and he thought of where Wen Qingfeng would be if he was in Shengjing!

He stood up and said to Li Cripple and the old man: "You two drink first, I'll go do something." ”

When Li lame heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't sir, it's all here, isn't this in vain?"

The old man saw that Li Cripple should not be the person Mr. was looking for, so he hurriedly lined up with Li Cripple, Li Zizhi knew that it was difficult to see the warmth, so he said: "That's okay, go and go back, and the wine will be warmed!"

Mr. opened his mouth to give the brothers a lot of face, and the brothers immediately said, "Okay." Then he watched the gentleman walk out of the mansion, and looked in that direction, it seemed to be going to the palace!

Yes, yes

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