There will be no girls for girls, to be honest, with Cao Xiyun's clothes that can smell the smell from two feet away, the bartender in Yanlou didn't use a broom to drive people away, and they are all the cultivation of famous stores.

So a few people were arranged in the corner seats in the hall, and the corner was the back kitchen.

Zhao Xifeng and the others looked at the interior of the Yanlou curiously, where had a few country children seen such a luxurious and luxurious restaurant, at this time, everyone looked novel, standard soil buns into the city.

The reason why Yanlou can be famous in Jiangbei for a long time, it does have its extraordinary, all kinds of decoration ornaments in the building, obviously through the guidance of the masters, everywhere exudes a noble atmosphere, elegant and not vulgar, all kinds of inscriptions and calligraphy and painting are not the handwriting of famous artists, but also quite skillful.

Cao Xiyun is obviously a frequent visitor to this kind of Fengyue place, and after taking a casual look, he pursed his lips disdainfully, and sighed with a little disappointment: "But so, if it is opened in the capital, it will barely be at the level of Guiyan Tower." ”

After that, Cao Xiyun took over the menu and ordered a few dishes at random.

Xiao Er's face was even more disdainful, the dishes ordered by Cao Xiyun were all must-order options for regular customers in the building, and he would never have this skill if he had been here for a long time, so the image of a young and ruined ancestor who finally fell out was revealed.

There are two floors in the front building of Yan Building, the first floor is the hall, which is used to receive some ordinary guests, and the second floor is divided into a box, whether it is the dishes or the girls who accompany them, the grade is far more outstanding than the first floor, but the price gap is also dozens of times, in Luobei City, non-dignitaries can not enter.

In the center of the hall on the first floor, there is a small wooden platform, every night there are singing and dancing girls to perform some entertaining programs, during the day, they will invite the storyteller to take the stage, the recent major events in the rivers and lakes, these storytellers are often just hearsay, out of context after adding some subjective speculation, how to attract people's attention on how to say, if the guests who come to the building to consume are happy to listen, they often will not be stingy with rewards.

And Zhao Xifeng and the others would never have thought that they would meet acquaintances here.

All kinds of dishes have been served one after another, each dish is quite good, exquisite, dizzying, Dong Erpang only ate one bite and his eyes were round, it turns out that things can still be eaten like this?

Just when a few people were eating heartily, an old man and a young man walked through the door, the old man was about fifty or sixty years old, his hair and beard were gray, and he was limping when he walked, so he should have an old disease.

The youngest was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-grown boy, who was led by the old man, his face was expressionless, and his expression was a little numb.

The two of them looked quite down, dusty, and with patches on their clothes, not much better than Cao Xiyun.

At first, Zhao Xifeng and his party didn't notice the grandfather and grandson, until the old man walked up to the wooden platform and began to tell the story, and as soon as he spoke, except for Cao Xiyun, the remaining four people stopped their chopsticks and were stunned in place.

"It's Uncle Fay!" Sun Wenzhen exclaimed in a low voice, "It's Faber and the three dogs!"

This Faber was originally a storyteller in the restaurant of Sun Wenzhen's family, and has lived in Panlong for more than ten years, relying on the stories heard from the north and south of the river to bring countless joys and imagination to the guests in the restaurant, Zhao Xifeng, Dong Erpang and others grew up listening to various legends he deduced, and that is also the generation of students of Panlong Academy, the initial fantasy enlightenment of monasticism.

As for the young man's nickname, Sangouzi, he is the eldest son of Uncle Wang's family, and he is also a student of Panlong Academy, because he has no talent for cultivation, so he has never stepped into the side hall of the school.

After the battle of Yunhai, the Sun family restaurant and several nearby streets, when Xiao Yin broke through the realm into the micro, was bombed into ruins, the home of the three dogs is near the restaurant, the bones of the family are gone, and Faber has not been known since then, the government spent great efforts to find the missing people in this battle after the war, but never found the bones of the two people, I did not expect them to escape and live here.

Sun Wenzhen was about to step forward to say hello, but Cao Xiyun stopped her.

"Acquaintance, right?" Cao Xiyun smiled slightly, ordered the exquisite dishes on the table with his chin, and said slowly, "Do you think they are willing to recognize you like this?" Let's eat first, and when the old gentleman says that he is tired, it will not be too late to go out and talk about it." ”

"Faber and we know each other very well, but it doesn't really matter. Although Sun Wenzhen said so, looking at the numb eyes of the three dogs, he still did not rush forward.

On stage, Faber spoke in a hoarse voice and began to tell the story in a northwest accent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what I want to talk about today is the only immortal battle that the old man has witnessed in his life, and it is the battle that happened in Panlong Town, Dazhou a while ago, and it is said that: The old demon of the White Sea covers the sky and the sea of clouds is destroyed, and the young man of Panlong Fan Fence retreats from the city!"

In the next half an hour, Uncle Fei told the restaurant the story that happened in a border town a month ago.

Speaking of the fence and the city, it is reasonable to fight against the clouds for thousands of miles.

Speaking of Panlong Academy, Master Qian died but his soul was immortal.

Speaking of the little princess of the Emperor Jizong, she has no wits and strength, and she is very broken!

Speaking of the Great Zhou, the first Zhiwei is generous to death!

Speaking of the critical juncture, there was a Zhao family erlang who took out his sword and turned the tide and fell!

Speaking of that old monk in Mai, he turned into smoke and dust together with the White Sea Left Sacrifice and dissipated under the peach tree......

At the end of the day, there was already a pin drop in the restaurant.

Although the battle of the sea of clouds was not officially blocked by the Great Zhou, everyone could know a thing or two about this event in the imperial court's poster, but Fei Lao's immersive description still made the audience's mood fluctuate with the progress of the story, and finally, when it was said that Mo Qiuyang turned into a wisp of smoke and dust between talking and laughing, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and even Zhao Xifeng himself was agitated with Fei Lao's inaccurate interpretation.

In the whole process of storytelling, Fei Lao did not stop at the climax of the story like other storytellers, and asked to come forward, without too much embellishment and exaggeration, almost flat and straightforward, trying to restore the original way of things.

After finishing speaking, Fei Lao sighed and concluded: "The wolf smoke forces the moon and the lonely clouds dance, the leaves fall and the dragon is half autumn, and the blood is exhausted in the winter to the west Fengmu, where is the spring and autumn into the nine secluded places?

The old man's voice rose sharply, and after admiring, he drank all the wine given by the guests at his feet, and spilled another glass on the floor to pay tribute to the heroic spirit who died in the north of Panlong Town.

The blood is exhausted in winter, where is the spring and autumn into the nine secluded!

It was originally a land of fireworks, but in the hearts of all those who listened to the story, at this time, only full of blood, Jin Ge Iron Horse!