"It is said that Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, lost his father at birth, and lost his mother at a young age......"

The gentleman standing on the stage just began to say the beginning of the game, glanced at the audience from all directions, and buckled the cloud board to the table with the majesty of a general.

Liu Zai was grabbed by Zhu Qi and dragged all the way here, but he didn't expect to meet the legendary storyteller here, this profession has basically disappeared in the modern society where TV dramas and movies are flying all over the sky and star traffic is rampant.

When they entered this small restaurant in the retro style of the Song Dynasty, they just talked about a wonderful paragraph, and the guests in the hall applauded in unison, and the sound of joy resounded through the neighborhood. Since entering the Chongyang Secret Realm, Liu Zheng couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he suspected that he had crossed over.

"Little toad, Xiao Wuzi, they should have arrived first, this will be estimated on the second floor. Zhu Qi said as he pulled Liu Zai up the stairs.

"Brother robbery, Sister Zhu Qi, here, here. Zheng Xuqing poked his head out of the fence on the second floor and beckoned to them.

Compared with the first floor, which is full of people and almost even the door frame is crowded, the second floor is much more elegant and quiet, and the hazy white veil separates the private rooms. When Liu Zai and Zhu Qi walked into the private room through a layer of white veil, they saw a small square table surrounded by a table of people, in addition to Wu Xu and Zheng Xuqing, the Zhou sisters were also there, and there was a childish little "boy", who was actually the chief stranger of Qimen Academy, ah, no, the chief disciple Feng Xingxing.

On the table were a pot of tea, a few cups, a plate of peanuts, a plate of melon seeds and a plate of dried tofu.

"Brother robbery, come on, this is the most lively speech in the town, and you will definitely regret coming to the Chongyang Secret Realm if you don't come here. Zheng Xuqing said as he squeezed Feng Xingxing's new two to make room.

"Speaking of romance?" Liu Zao greeted everyone, sat down, grabbed the peanuts on the table and chewed them.

"It's a heroic story. In the past, when the cultural popularization rate was not high, illiterate people relied on this reading to understand things, but now there are few illiterates, but everyone still likes to tell books and listen to stories. This storytelling is much more interesting than reading books, not only with Mr. witty words, but also with the accompaniment of the piano, and some people sing songs to cater to it, but they are all in the background and can't be seen outside. Zheng Xuqing gushed endlessly.

"Well, yes, I came here for a few months as a pianist when I was on campus. It's also a work-study program. Zhou Jiao said.

"Our father was so angry that he almost wanted to buy this place after he found out, how did you send him away in the end?" Zhou Zhen said with a smile.

Zhou Jiao blushed and said, "What." I told him to enter the Hongchen market to practice, and to see more of the world's various states is to exercise the heart of the qin, but he said that he wanted to see the world's various states, why not learn to take care of our business, to ensure that there are new discoveries every day, and surprises are continuous. ”

Liu Zai was surprised, he didn't expect that such a white-clothed beautiful cutie rich daughter who does not eat fireworks in the world would have such a down-to-earth time.

Zhu Qi thought he was telling the story in surprise, and explained with a smile: "The secret realm of Chongyang is not as good as the outside, although the electrical appliances are already very developed, but film and television have not yet been popularized to thousands of households, every time a new movie comes in, it is played in a few movie theaters, the tickets are frighteningly expensive, only the rich people consume it, it is almost only entertainment belonging to the upper class, which is like the outside as long as the Internet is connected to see anything you want to see." Therefore, the most popular and popular entertainment method in the Chongyang Secret Realm is to listen to stories and lectures. ”

"Oh. Liu Zai nodded.

"Brother robbery, you're a little late, the most exciting part of Guo Daxia's battle against the Mongolian army in Xiangyang City has been finished. Eighteen palms out of the storm, one palm to open up the eternal sky. What is a man, Guo Daxia is a model! In contrast, the love story of the Condor Hero, who has been waiting for his wife for 16 years, is a bit boring. Wu Xu is obviously Guo Daxia's little fan brother, and he is full of praise, but the latter sentence has offended the anger of some women.

"What's boring, isn't it touching to have such a great love story? You're still not human!" the three girls roared at the same time.

Wu Xu shrunk his neck, a little aggrieved.

Liu Zai glanced at him with pity: Brother, you are lonely!

Zheng Xuqing said: "I also like the Condor Hero, but what I like is his heroic deeds of hoeing the strong and helping the weak, punishing the evil and promoting the good...... But in the end, it was finally a happy ending, ha, long live the reunion. As he was talking just now, he suddenly felt that Zhou Jiao was glaring at him with unprecedented sharp eyes, and suddenly remembered that the wife of the Condor Hero was Miss Tuesday's idol, so he quickly changed his words.

Zhou Jiao snorted and said: "True love should be like this, women will never die until they die, and men will never have two wives." ”

Zhou Zhen said: "You only know that the Condor Hero has been waiting for his wife for 16 years, who remembers that Guo Xiang has found Yang Guo for half his life? Alas, when I saw Yang Guo for life, this Miss Guo was really pitiful, and finally became a nun." But if the world really sees a strange man like the Condor Hero, how many faces can not be moved?"

Zhou Jiao smiled: "Sister, your ambition is not to marry a man like the Condor Hero, right?"

Feng Xingxing opened his mouth and said: "You are not Guo Xiang, how do you know that Guo Xiang is pitiful? Maybe people will be enlightened and really become a Buddha on the spot." ”

Zhou Zhen smiled: "Phew, that's not more pitiful than death, Miss Ben would rather die than be that heartless mud embryo who can't laugh." ”

Liu Zai asked, "Then what kind of person do you want to be?"

Zhou Zhen said: "Assist Fujun, resist the enemy and defend the city, his wisdom is unparalleled, and he is like a god." Huang Rong Huang Woman is the first-class hero among women!"

Zhou Jiao smiled: "Sister, if you want to be a yellow woman, you have to find your brother Jing first." You can be the world's most powerful woman, our Chongyang Secret Realm is afraid that no one will dare to marry you except for that Xu family master!"

Zhou Zhen snorted: "If you want to be my man, you must either be smarter than me or stronger than me, otherwise why conquer me?"

Wu Xu said: "Ranye, guarding Xiangyang, fighting hard, resisting Mongolia, protecting the territory and the people, Guo Jing Guo Daxia can be called the pinnacle of men, but unfortunately I can't be born hundreds of years early, otherwise I will definitely go to Xiangyang with the heavenly sword, fight side by side with him, and defend the rivers and mountains." ”

"Wu Xu's ambition can be called a cloud journey. Liu Zai praised.

Wu Xu said: "Of course, if the man doesn't take Wu Hook and collects Guanshan Fifty Prefectures, he will be a sword to protect the Dragon City, and he will not teach Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain." ”

Feng Xingxing said with a smile: "Enough, there are still a set of small words, as if you are so cultured." ”

Zheng Xuqing gave a thumbs up: "No wonder the mountain master said that you are not naturally suitable for cultivating swords, you are born for swords." ”

"Ambitious, Xiao Xu, since I want to be Huang Rong and you want to be Guo Jing, it's better for the two of us to get together. Anyway, your martial arts are quite qualified. Zhou Zhen's words were not shocking, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone was immediately petrified, and he raised his hand to hook Wu Xu's chin, but he actually started directly, and he was so frightened that the young swordsman who had just descended into the world like a white tiger star in the martial arts arena turned pale, and he almost ran away.

"Sister, how can you be like you!" Zhou Jiao blushed and knocked out Zhou Zhen's "claws".

Zhou Zhen looked playfully at her blushing sister like a monkey's buttocks, and smiled like a little witch.

After the gentleman on the stage finished speaking, he took a sip of wine, cleared his throat, and slapped the wood, and the hall was silent.

"After talking about the chivalrous tenderness of the Condor Heroes, let's talk about the tragedy of the broken mountains and rivers in the troubled times of a hundred years, and talk about the last afterglow of the martial arts of the eighteen sword immortals on the top of the Changlin Mountain. ”

As soon as the faceless luthier pressed the strings, the room was silent.

"The rivers and mountains of China are picturesque, the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders are shocking and the clouds are closed, a hundred years of death, the princes are in chaos, when will I return the peace of the world. Where are the disciples of Wudang now......?

The crowd listened, read, and thought in their hearts, and for a moment they were speechless.

Zhu Qi introduced: "This paragraph is one of the most popular stories in the Chongyang Secret Realm, which is about the turmoil in China more than a hundred years ago, being oppressed by foreign powers, and the last sword immortal in Wudang did not retreat to lead the disciples out of the mountain to save the world. After the Japanese invaded China, he realized that studying medicine could save the body but not the spirit, so he resolutely abandoned medicine and returned to the military, and then took up the sword and went out of the mountains to resist the Japanese. After several bloody battles, most of the Wudang disciples were killed, and finally on the top of Changlin Mountain, eighteen swordsmen blocked thousands of Japanese soldiers for a day and night, and finally there was no story of the top of Changlin Mountain, since then there are no sword immortals in China, and there is no martial arts in the Central Plains. ”

Mr. Storyteller's voice was fluttering, and gradually intertwined a bleak scene in front of everyone's eyes, eighteen robed swordsmen stood proudly on the top of the steep mountain, leaning on the bluestone, and the horizontal sword was cold to thousands of Japanese soldiers.

After this war, there was no martial arts in the Central Plains.