When everyone heard him tell the story of Chu Zhongkun's capture of the king of Zhou, they were all interested, and those who knew a little bit about the world knew that his book was not made up, it was a real thing, that is, it happened ten years ago. Ji Qingji originally admired Chu Zhongkun, and after listening to these words, he was also interested, and listened attentively to what the storyteller said.

I only heard the storyteller preach: "Today we are talking about the capture of Ji Zhao by the Duke of Wuchang, who is this Duke of Wuchang? In the Chu State, everyone knows and everyone knows, but he is the second son of the king, who is just 28 years old this year, but he is a genius in the sky! At the age of three, he condensed his spirit, at the age of seven, he was refining his spirits, and at the age of eighteen, he defeated the allied forces of the Three Kingdoms of Zhou Xi and Cai, and he was on the north bank of the Great River.

The storyteller continued: "In that battle, the Duke of Wuchang captured Zhou Wang Ji Zhao, who is Wang Ji Zhao this week? Let's put it this way, it is the current Zhou Tianzi Ji Gong Ni and his father!" As soon as he said this, some of the audience laughed, Tian Wuyu heard the three words "Ji Gong Ni", his face changed, and he still used chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and inadvertently, he used too much force to cut off the iron chopsticks in his hand.

The storyteller said: "Duke Wuchang led King Ji Zhao of Zhou to the tent of the Chu military camp for a turn, and suddenly, he grabbed Ji Zhao's neck collar, as if he was holding a chicken, and said: 'I heard that you have a Jiuding in Zhou, which looks like a baby, and today I will tell you that Chu is not rare at all, and taking the tip of the spear of our Chu State is enough to cast Jiuding!'" Ji Qingji heard this and cheered. When Chu Zhongli heard this, he thought, "My second brother is really good!"

The storyteller spoke for another paragraph, and finally said: "Duke Wuchang threw Zhou Wang Ji Zhao to the ground, and said: 'Go back to your Luoyang, he will gather all the soldiers and horses of the Zhou State every day, and then come to fight me again!' Ji Zhao was let go, and he went back with a crawl. After going back, guess what? He was so angry and frightened, kicking his legs to death! His son Ji Gongne, who was only eight years old at the time, didn't know what was going on, was assisted by that uncle Ji Ming as the son of heaven, and he also had a daughter Ji Gongsu, not to mention, he cried there all night: Dad...... Daddy......" At this point, the crowd burst into laughter, some of them pounded the table with laughter, and spilled all the wine in the bowl.

Tian Wuyu's eyes were already full of murderous intent, and a cold light flashed out from his white and black eyes. The pock-faced warrior shouted, "Those who insult my Zhou room will be killed!" Pulling out the knife at his waist, he stepped forward and stabbed the storyteller in the heart, pulling out the knife, and blood sprayed all around. Ye Mian had never seen this scene, so he exclaimed in fright. Everyone didn't expect that they would draw their swords and kill people, and they were all surprised.

All the people on the left, except for the fowl in the field, stood up, except for the fowl in the field, and they were still sitting there. Master He Zhuang stepped forward and said, "This Tian Ye, I don't know how He offended Zunjia, you killed me here, Mr. Storyteller?" Although his expression was still forced to smile, the dissatisfaction behind it was also reflected.

Tian Wuyu didn't even get up, and said: "I am a person from the Zhou Kingdom, and I heard this long-tongued man say that this barnyard official history is inconsistent with the facts, and the special killing is just to correct the situation." As he spoke, he took out a gold ingot from his bosom and said, "This is equivalent to fifty taels of silver, a storyteller, just pay you the money." He threw it casually, but it flew out like a bolt of lightning, and directly inlaid the ingot of gold into the pillar. He Zhuang walked to the pillar and saw that the gold was not only stuck into the pillar, but also embedded in the pillar for more than half a foot, and he didn't know how to take it if he wanted to take it.

Master He Zhuang looked at his hand and knew that he had excellent skills, and he also gave himself a step down, so he got off the donkey down the slope, and said with a forced smile: "Since Tian Ye lost money, there is nothing to say." Then let them go and clean up the hall, and send them to get knives and pull out the ingots of gold. The group led by Tian Wuyu sat back again, and the pock-faced samurai also wiped the blood from the knife on the sole of his shoe, put the knife into the sheath, and sat back in his seat, and the hall temporarily returned to calm.

Ji Qingji "snorted", Huo stood up suddenly, like an iron tower rising from the ground, he picked up the wine jar, took a big bowl, poured a bowl of wine full, and said loudly to Tian Wuyu on the left side of the hall: "This Brother Tian killed people in the banquet, disturbing our interest, it is 'killing is forgivable, unreasonable and intolerable'! Then he drank this bowl of wine as an atonement!" After saying that, he shook his hand, and this bowl of wine flew towards Tian Wuyu like a gust of wind, and the wine in the bowl did not spill at all.

That Tian Wuyu gently raised his hand, the bowl of wine stopped in mid-air, Tian Wuyu pushed forward hard, and the bowl of wine flew back towards Ji Qingji, Ji Qingji shouted angrily, and his strength increased, and the bowl of wine was pressed by two strong forces in the middle, and it shattered into countless pieces with a bang, and it was scattered all over the ground with a bang.

Tian Wuyu smiled and said, "This brother is still here, please take a seat." Ji Qingji saw that his language was quite polite, not like he wanted to do it, so he sat down first and listened to what he had to say. Tian Wuyu said: "I never drink alcohol in Xia, if this brother wants to make amends in Xia and chant a poem in Xia, I don't know how?"

Ji Qingji snorted coldly and said, "You come here." ”

Tian Wuyu said: "Then recite a famous poem of our Zhou Kingdom." After that, he sat upright and said loudly: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. His voice was quite clear, but his voice was flat, and there were no ups and downs, coupled with his gloomy face, which made some timid people shudder, as if he was not chanting some Guan Ju, but singing some evil spirit music.

Only Lu Chongxi, whose expression was soothing, said to himself: "The Book of Songs...... It's been a long time......"

After Tian Wuyu finished reciting, he smiled slightly: "This poem is called "Guan Ju", from "The Book of Songs, National Style, Zhou Nan", the national style has fifteen tunes, namely "Zhou Nan", "Zhao Nan", "Shao Feng", "Yong Feng", "Wei Feng", "Wang Feng", "Zheng Feng", "Qi Feng", "Wei Feng", "Tang Feng", "Qin Feng", "Chen Feng", "Junifeng", "Cao Feng", "Feng Feng" , only there is no Chu Feng, which shows that Chu is a foreign land, a barbarian state, and there is not even a decent folk song. In the end, it seemed that it was really a pity, and he lamented in a tone of voice.

When everyone heard what he said, everyone in Chu didn't want to come forward and scold, even people from other countries felt that what he said was particularly harsh, and they were very disgusted with his yin and yang weird style.

Chu Zhongli slowly stood up, clapped a few symbolically, and said: "Brother Tian's good poems, if you don't dislike them, how about Chu come to chant poems and dance swords to help Jiaxing?"

Chu Zhongli is the chief who is respected by the owner of He Zhuang, and he is also the person with the highest status here, Tian Wuyu has killed people publicly, and now he is insulting the Chu State, so naturally he is like a provocation to Chu Zhongli. Chu Zhongli got up and replied now, as if in response to his challenge, and everyone had already seen that Tian Wufowl was not pleasing to the eye, and they all clapped their hands to show welcome.

At this time, the center of the hall had been cleaned, and the faint blood stains left by the storyteller had not faded, Chu Zhongli walked to the center of the hall, pulled out two swords from his waist with both hands, one was his Chu Hou sword, and the other was the purple electric sword obtained before, and said: "Brother Tian's poem Guan Ju just now is a poem praising love, so I will also recite a poem about love in Chu State, and let everyone see that I am a barbarian state in Chu State, a work in a foreign land!" The last two sentences were obviously-for-tat with Tian Wuyu's words just now.

The tip of the sword was raised, his footsteps moved slightly, Chu Zhongli was already dancing his double sword, and he groaned loudly: "If someone is in the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Lixi." is both embarrassed and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at smiling. Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car is tied to the laurel flag. was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind. Chu Zhongli was already slightly familiar with the rhythm, and sang this poem three times, and the tone was very good. The posture of the sword dance is also quite agile and graceful, Chu Zhongli does not take his appearance as his ability, but he is indeed handsome, and he does not show it in normal times, but this time the sword dance shows his handsome and flying spirit between Gu Pan. When everyone saw Chu Zhongli's sword dancing and chanting, they couldn't help but be amazed and applauded. The style of these first few lines of poetry is gentle, like a couple in love, Ye Mian was stunned on the side, but he was stunned, and the fruit in his hand rolled to the table.

Suddenly, the blade of the sword flashed, turning into a swift, two swords like two dragons, a purple dragon and a silver dragon, dancing wildly around Chu Zhongli, Chu Zhongli's voice also became faster, and he chanted a long paragraph in one go: "The rest of the secluded fence will never see the sky, and the road is dangerous and difficult to come alone." The table is independent of the mountain, and the clouds are tolerant and down. The sun is dark, and the east wind is raining the gods. Stay spiritually and forget to return, and the years are both Yan Xi and Huayu. Everyone put down what they were doing and stared at Chu Zhongli.

"Picking three shows in the mountains, Shi Lei Lei is full of arrowroot vines. The resentful son is sad and forgets to return, and I can't be idle. The people in the mountains are full of flowers, drinking the pine and cypress in the shade of the stone spring, and I am suspicious. Thunder fills the rain, chirps and chirps at night. The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, and Si Gongzi is away from worry. At the end of the chanting of the word "leave", suddenly the two swords turned around and stabbed out two sword qi, one purple and one cyan merged into one, stabbing the heart of the pock-faced warrior who had killed people before.

This time the rabbit fell with great speed, and in an instant, several streams of blood spurted out of the pock-faced samurai's cavity. A stream of blood even splashed into Tian Wuyu's neck, Tian Wuyu screamed, his eyes were flustered, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he opened his mouth and let out a cry of "Ah!" and "Ah!", in the middle of the night, like a strange bird that was about to die with all its strength to make a fierce cry. A samurai next to him understood the master and knew that he had a habit of cleanliness, so he hurriedly took out a handkerchief from the burden and handed it over, Tian Wuyu took the handkerchief in a panic, and pushed it on his body when he returned his hand, and the samurai was pushed this time, and he retreated seven or eight steps away, leaning on the pillar, bleeding from the seven orifices, and fell to the ground and died.