Listening to the two of them babbling non-stop like resentful women, Wei Shisan escaped from the hall under the banner of urinating, and went all the way out of Yan's mansion, suddenly becoming cheerful like a cage bird, his steps slowed down on tiptoe, and even his chaotic brain was quiet.

Wei 13 stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms, touched a few hard copper coins, squinted and smiled, just like the little beggar in Qinglin back then, and after a while, he went to a deep alley and bury his head in it.

"The eighteenth general stood in front of the million-strong army, his face did not change, and he held a Fang Tian painting halberd......"

Wei Shisan saw from a distance the familiar crooked-necked old locust tree, the familiar gentleman in the Confucian robe with a goatee spoke vividly as always, and his mouth was like a river gushing.

The reason why Wei Shisan's reward from time to time is that he thinks that storytelling may be the old gentleman's livelihood, and if he can't earn any rewards, he may even have a problem with his daily meal money.

The dozens of people sitting in front of the old locust tree, all of them were listening to the book, both young and old, listening to the book with full attention, all of them were captured by the story, and their eyes flashed with brilliance, imagining that they were the eighteen generals of the mighty continent, how to be mighty, how to kill the Quartet.

Most of the people in the town will never be able to leave this small town until they die of old age, and they can only rely on the storyteller to tell stories to appreciate the excitement of the world.

Because beyond the town is the wilderness. This kind of small place does not have a master and immortals, only the prohibition around the town can prevent those demons from coming in, out of the town within a radius of twenty miles, there is no such protection, and the place without protection is wild, outside Qinglin Town, outside Black Stone City, outside Tianshang Mansion, even in the territory of the Great Wei Dynasty.

In front of the old locust tree with crooked necks, the dozens of people sitting there all listened attentively, except for a few people who were blocked by Wei Shisan, they looked at Wei Shisan's slowly falling back with disgust, muttered a few words of complaint in their mouths, and then stretched their necks and continued to watch the eyebrows of the goatee dance, and the rest of the people didn't notice when someone came in the crowd.

The goatee is dressed as a Confucian student, and he doesn't look too old to stand in his thirties, Wei Shisan sometimes thinks that this goatee is fake from time to time, and he wants to pull it off and try it to be true.

looks young, but when he speaks, he is old-fashioned, and all kinds of stories come at his fingertips, most of them are the stories of those fairy characters on the mainland, and they can always tell the story vividly, making people feel immersive, and he can be regarded as a real storyteller in the market.

Wei 13 listened to the goatee tell the story of the eighteen generals of the Great Wei God of War, and a purple figure faintly appeared in front of him, old but as tall as a mountain, standing still under the thunder, sheltering himself from the wind and rain, he secretly thought about whether the old Taoist priest was powerful or the god of war was powerful, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that the old Taoist priest was more powerful, not for anything else, just for him to shelter himself from the wind and rain that day.

"Alright, that's all for today!"

Mr. Storyteller's gentle voice with a goatee turned into a devil's claw, dragging the stunned Wei Shisan out of the rippling sea of thoughts.

Wei Shisan came back to his senses, only to find that the surrounding place was empty, and the people listening to the book had already left except for himself, and then looked at the gong under the crooked neck locust tree, there were only a dozen or so shiny copper coins that were pitifully rare, and even a lot less than usual.

Stretched out his hand and groped in his arms for a while, took out a small string, about twenty copper coins, and slid into the gong along Wei Shisan's palm, and the crisp sound lasted for a long time like the sound of a clear spring in the mountains.

The goatee squinted and smiled at Wei 13 until Wei 13 raised his head and shouted at the latter: "Boy, come on, come on, come here!"

"Come, I see that you kid is good, let's have some wine today, I invite you, hehe!" The goatee smiled heartily, turned around and took out a pot of wine and two porcelain bowls from behind the old locust tree.

Wei 13 didn't shirk it, and the goatee sat opposite each other, the goatee skillfully poured half a bowl for each of the two porcelain bowls, looked at the young man opposite, lightly twisted the goatee, and said with a smile: "You young man, it's so strange, others hate not to give, but you give more!"

Wei Shisan smiled and asked rhetorically, "Others can't ask for more money, why doesn't Mr. Du force it?"

The goatee was stunned for a moment, shook his head and laughed, and said, "Interesting, interesting, you little brother is interesting! Come on, come on, drink and drink." He took a few sips of the porcelain bowl on the yellow earth, pursed his lips, and found that his goatee was wet with wine, and laughed a few times.

As soon as the wine was in his mouth, Wei Shisan faintly felt that something was wrong with this wine, and he slurped, and before he swallowed it, there was a spicy and fierce wine that seemed to be a burning fire that rushed straight to the heavens, and he almost spit it out, and looked up to find that the goatee was staring at him with a straight smile, Wei Shisan thought that people had to fight for themselves, so he endured the spicy and swallowed the strong wine.

"Ahem, ahem!" Wei Shisan's body bent into a longbow and coughed violently, his face flushed from choking on the spicy liquor, and traces of mist were faintly visible in his ruddy eyes.

What kind of wine is this, and why is it so strong? Wei Shisan thought to himself that he had really been a restaurant shopkeeper for six years, and he had never drunk such a strong wine.

"This wine is called Fengchen Wine, I brewed it myself, it's strong enough, haha!" The goatee seemed to see through Wei Shisan's thoughts, and laughed out loud.

Wei Shisan lowered his head in embarrassment, his eyes were scattered, he didn't know where to look, he really didn't expect his thoughts to be seen through, and he felt that he was alive and naked in the eyes of a goatee.

"Is your goatee really fake?" Wei Shisan changed the topic in embarrassment, and he was stunned first when he said it, but he didn't expect that the question he had been holding back for a long time was asked by himself like this.

The goatee was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and suddenly quieted down without warning, staring directly at Wei Shisan like a tiger, leaning forward, his voice was as cold as the Nine Hells, "Do you still want to try it?"

Wei Shisan's dark eyes and goatee looked at each other, there were all kinds of flavors in his eyes, but there was no fear at all, and the next moment, Wei Shisan grinned and said, "You know again!" he said, scratching his head embarrassedly.

"You kid......" The goatee stretched out his finger and pointed at Wei Shisan, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly didn't know what to say to this kid, and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Goatee stopped, stared at Wei Shisan for a long time, and sighed, "How can you count it, the two of us can be regarded as friends! I originally thought that I could help you when we were separated, but I can't see your life!"

Wei Shisan blinked, his eyes rolled, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and in the stunned gaze of the goatee, he quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the goatee's goatee, and then pulled it violently, but the goatee didn't move at all.

"You kid!" The goatee on the goatee's chin stood up in anger, his cheeks twitched a few times, and finally quieted down, and he smiled at Wei Shisan, "Forget it, you kid is still good for my appetite."

Wei Shisan, as if he hadn't heard Goatee's words, shook his head in disappointment, and muttered, "How is this goatee real?" muttered, and his malicious gaze fell on Goatee again.

The goatee listened to Wei Shisan, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he gritted his teeth in his mouth, this kid is really angry and can't pay for his life.

"Yes, this pot of wine is for you, the story is over, I should leave here to find a new story, we will meet again in the future, and I will clean up your boy when I see you again!"

The goatee said in his mouth, and the figure walked farther and farther, but the voice still clearly reached Wei Shisan's ears, as if he knew that Wei Shisan was looking at him, and stretched out his hand and waved.

Wei Shisan suddenly remembered something, jumped up, and shouted at the goatee who was walking farther and farther: "Hey, your gong, your money!"

"No!" the goatee's voice came into Wei Thirteen's ears along the wind.

"My name is Wei Thirteen, you haven't told me your name yet, it's a friend who has to tell me your name!" Wei Thirteen remembered that he didn't know the name of the goatee yet, and then shouted.

"Wen Fengchen!" the voice of the goatee came, but Wei Shisan could no longer see the back of the goatee.

"Wen Fengchen, Fengchen wine?" Wei Shisan muttered in his mouth, poured all the dust wine in the porcelain bowl into his stomach, and then picked up the gong containing the copper coin and walked towards the outside of the alley.