The incident of 'two heroes slaying the devil' is fictional.

Although it is the 'emperor', the 'red-eyed prime minister', or the 'real dragon double wall', they are all true words. And Wang Jian and Xu Wei in history are indeed talented generals who are rare in a hundred years or a thousand years.

But the matter of the two heroes slaying the devil is purely imaginative.

It's not that the devil hasn't been killed...... It's just that when the demon appeared, only the ninety-one-year-old Wang Jian was left among the two males, and the other male, Xu Wei, had already been nicknamed 'Wenzheng' thirty years ago.

Therefore, the story of the two heroes slaying the devil in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller is just a 'romance'.

But the term 'two heroes slashing the devil' does exist.

It's just that the other male in this word does not refer to Xu Wei.

Rather—

"Well said!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout and rushed into everyone's ears.

The diners in the store were stunned, and they all turned back to follow the prestige.

I saw that next to the counter of the restaurant, the head of the Xu family, dressed in a cotton robe, was holding a full and overflowing feather bud in his hand, lying on the table with a red face, pouring rice wine into his mouth, and shouting, obviously a funny appearance of being drunk.

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter, and some diners who were familiar with the old master of the family laughed and took a sip of the wine in their cups, and said curiously: "Lao Xu, then tell me, where did Mr. say it well?"

The head of the Xu family treats people well on weekdays, and everyone in the city calls him 'Old Xu'.

I saw the head of the family squinting and waving his hand, and said vaguely: "Say that my grandfather is heroic!"

The grandfather in the mouth of the head of the family naturally refers to the Lord Xu, whose name is known to half the world.

As soon as his words came out, he didn't expect that he ushered in a burst of laughter from all the diners in the store, and they all laughed and said: "Lao Xu is drunk!" "Lao Xu is really temperamental!

The atmosphere in the store suddenly changed from the previous silence to a group of demons dancing wildly, and it was so lively.

Although the words of the head of the Xu family are true and there is no rumor, but the Xu family hid in this Western Regions because they wanted to avoid the suspicion that they were suspected of being Xu Wei. After coming to this land in the Western Regions, they naturally did not dare to publicize the glorious deeds of their ancestors in a big way - in fact, they have always been outsiders, the Xu family is just a wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River, and no one in the eighteen generations of their ancestors has been an official, just rich and rich.

After decades like this, naturally no one in Zhenhuang City thought that the Xu family had anything to do with Lord Xu - at most, it could only be regarded as having the same surname and the same origin. In this way, the current head of the Xu family suddenly recognized Lord Xu as his grandfather, and naturally it would be regarded as an ordinary drunken nonsense.

So, although everyone had no malicious intentions, they all laughed - just because they thought that the head of the house, who was kind and cautious on weekdays, would talk like this when he was drunk, he felt that it was so interesting, and he couldn't help but want to coax the head of the house to drink a few more glasses to see what other amazing words he would come up with.

I saw everyone laughing and persuading them to drink, cup after cup, one after another. Although the amount of wine of the head of the Xu family was not bad, he really couldn't stand such enthusiasm, so he had to turn his head and whisper a few words to the shopkeeper with a flushed face, saying that he would invite all the people in the restaurant to have a good Huangkang wine on one altar and let everyone drink it by themselves. The shopkeeper who was confused with a drunken face was immediately overjoyed, and immediately beckoned the second child to come to the store, opened the door of the wine cellar, and brought dozens of jars of good wine.

The diners of the restaurant applauded loudly, and immediately imitated the tone of the bureaucracy and said, "Thank you, Lord Xu!" and "Lord Xu is mighty!" and "The little one comes to toast the adult!"

After the heat, there is dead silence.

Half an hour later, almost all the diners were drunk on the table, and the few who were in a state of mind could not do anything but raise their glasses mechanically.

At this moment, there is still Qingming in the store, except for the shopkeeper and Xiao Er who are happily counting the account books behind the counter, there is only that one person left.

The emaciated storyteller.

I saw him shake his hand and put away the folding fan in his hand, stroked the corner of his robe, stood up, and glanced at the diners lying on the table. After making a note to the shopkeeper behind the counter, the storyteller did not go upstairs and back to his room to meditate and rest, as he usually did, but his eyes fell on the body of the cotton robe, and walked slowly to his side.

Then, leaning down, he opened his lips in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Your Excellency, please allow the contemptible to visit the Mansion for a visit. ”

......

When the head of the Xu family retreated a little and sobered up slightly, he was shocked to find that he was no longer in the warm restaurant, but on the hazy street at night.

In a daze, a slightly cold autumn wind blew into the placket of his clothes, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"The wind is sluggish, and the water is cold. ”

Suddenly, there was a familiar big tongue sound next to itself.

The head of the Xu family was stunned, and immediately turned around to look - he saw that three feet away beside him, the storyteller in a long robe had his hands behind his back, his posture was straight, and there was a faint smile on his thin cheeks.

Only then did the half-drunk owner recall that he had just vaguely agreed to the storyteller of the restaurant and agreed to his request for a visit—strangely, when the storyteller asked for a visit, he did not clearly state his identity or why he wanted to visit.

After coming back to his senses, in addition to complaining in his mind about his drunken gaffes, the head of the Xu family was thinking about the origin of this storyteller who was three feet behind him, not far or closer: Could it be that this gentleman is an acquaintance in the family? No, I should know all the acquaintances in the family...... Could it be that this gentleman wants to burglary? No, not to mention that he doesn't look like he did such a thing, and any gentleman would personally say that he wants to visit...... Or does this storyteller also want to be a guest of the Xu family......?

But now there are dozens of heroes in the Xu family's family waiting to be fed, and they really have no spare money to raise their mouths for food - but if they offend such a storyteller, what if they are made up into a story and ridiculed for a thousand years?

After thinking about it, the head of the Xu family thought about it again and again, but he still couldn't get the best of both worlds. I was worried about eating and drinking before, but now I fell, and I simply came back with a lot of strength!

I saw that his brows were furrowed, his face was full of gloom, and his feet were not moving forward, nor could he go backwards.

It's really uncomfortable to hesitate.

But in the uncomfortable room, he overheard the person behind him speak.

"If the head of the house thinks that those people are too annoying, then he will kill them all. ”