Ling Lingqi got up and left, and the old man who had just revealed Hua Mu'er's identity subconsciously glanced at him, and a little doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen something. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But soon the attention of the people in the teahouse shifted to the other side.

"Think of my great Chinese nation, since Pangu opened the world, through the inheritance of the three emperors and five emperors, until now, I don't feel that there are more than 4,000 years of history, just like this gushing, continuous cold water of the Yangtze River, eternal survival. The sun and the moon are like shuttles, and more than 4,000 years of time flash like arrows. Among them, countless dynasties have changed, but the blood of the man who was 'born in Si and grew up in Si', throwing the blood of the head on the jaw to the fullest, has never been wiped out by half a point, it can be described as the creation of heaven and earth, the glory of the sun and the moon!"

I saw the old man sitting in front of the table of the Eight Immortals. The face is charitable, and he looks amiable, and he can't help but be close. The strange thing is that the hair, eyelashes, and beard of this old man who sat quietly are all snow-colored, like a god in the sky, which makes people feel unconsciously excited.

The old man was surrounded by a crowd of people, and everyone surrounded the old man, as if the old man had an irresistible magic.

These people were attracted by the old man's words, and the old man's words were like heavenly rain, which made people feel refreshed.

Among these people, there are old people, children, middle-aged women, young men, some sit at other tables, some simply stand, and some even sit cross-legged on the ground.

But all the people listened quietly, listening to the old man's words. The old man's words made it difficult for these people to close their ears, so they could only listen quietly.

The old man's words were like a clear spring between heaven and earth, giving these people who had long been numb to life a glimmer of hope.

Their hearts seem to be boiling with blood, just like a chivalrous man encountering injustice, he is full of blood, fighting for righteousness and violence, and soothing justice.

This teahouse is located in a market in Luoyang, and there are naturally many customers coming and going. Some of them are small vendors, some are customers, and some are women who come early in the morning to buy vegetables for the family's meals.

Some are underage boys and girls, tired of playing, so they go to the teahouse to drink herbal tea to quench their thirst.

The business of this teahouse is really good, this old man has been telling the story in the teahouse for more than a month, the old man seems to be an immortal, maybe there are many people who regard him as an immortal. Some may be because he is a god, so he listens to the old man tell fascinating stories so quietly.

Many of them are already very familiar with the old man, and they even come all the way to hear the old man's story.

I took my seat early, so that I could listen to the old man tell a philosophical and exciting story.

The old man then became a "fairy" in everyone's minds, and this title is not false at all, because the old man is a god in a sense.

The old man's words are difficult for everyone to hear on weekdays, some of them will never even hear them in their lifetime, and some things they will never know in their lifetime. And this old man seems to know everything, he knows what people know, and what everyone doesn't know, the old man also knows, and the old fairy can still say infinite meanings. Therefore, the old man became a god in everyone's hearts, and some people simply called him an old fairy.

Everyone respects him very much, not only because the old man's words are broad and profound, which makes people reverie, and he can often know the past and predict the future. And more importantly, the image of the old man, the old man is snow-white, like a fine dust, and his appearance is extremely handsome.

Everyone could see that when the old man was young, he must have been a beautiful man, because the old man is now in his twilight years, but he still has clear eyebrows, and his eyebrows make people feel extremely fresh. Some of the people even have low self-esteem, and they can hardly believe that such an old man is so delicate, so elegant, and so handsome.

Even the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys felt that the old man was handsome and extraordinary, but they didn't dare to be jealous, because the old man was a god in their minds, an omniscient immortal, and everyone respected him so much, how could they be jealous of the old man?

The old man's words just now were a summary of China's more than 4,000 years of history at that time, and he spoke unhurriedly, slowly, and in a moderate tone, with a hint of masculinity and righteousness in his warmth.

The old man's vision seems to be very profound, and sometimes when he tells the wonderful part of the story, he is full of essence, like a bright lamp, illuminating the front, with a breathtaking courage!

When the old man tells the story, he is full of energy, and his eyebrows reveal infinite spiritual power, his eyebrows are dancing, talking and laughing freely, sound and colorful, and lifelike, which is also an important reason why everyone is willing to listen to his storytelling.

In the past month or so, the old man has become a frequent visitor to this teahouse, and of course, the old man has also brought many regular customers.

Some people usually don't want to go to this teahouse to drink tea, but in order to be able to hear the story of the old man, they have to come to the teahouse, sit down, drink herbal tea, and listen to the old man's moving story.

As a result, the business of this teahouse was much more prosperous than before, which was the credit of the old gods, and the owner of the teahouse admired the old man very much. He even hopes that the old man can live a long life, and he really hopes that he can come to the teahouse every day, sit at this table of eight immortals, and tell thrilling stories, so that the business in the teahouse will not have to worry.

The old man came to this teahouse every morning, he wanted to tell his story, and this teahouse, of course, was already crowded with people, and before the old man arrived, it was already crowded.

The old man is already a god in everyone's minds, and when he becomes a god, he has many people worship, perhaps at this moment the old man is secretly happy in his heart.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, "Old Immortal, what kind of story are you going to tell us today?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, a story is a story, and a story naturally has antecedents and consequences, so that the old man will tell today's story one after another." ”

So the crowd listened quietly to the old man and listened to him tell this story......

The old man said slowly: "Back then, Xia Yu controlled the water, made outstanding achievements, and became a god in the minds of the people, but although the Xia Dynasty lasted for hundreds of years, but later, the country was finally destroyed because of Shang Tang. Although the Shang Dynasty also lasted for hundreds of years, in the end, the king of Shang was extremely tyrannical, brutalizing the loyal ministers of the court, and finally causing all the rebels to leave their relatives and the ministers to be angry. Jiang Taigong inherited the righteousness of heaven and earth, recruited virtuous generals, assisted Zhou Gong, and conformed to the wishes of the people of the world, and finally the army of King Wu of Zhou attacked Chaoge, overthrowing the Shang Dynasty, and the glorious Shang Dynasty for hundreds of years perished. You say, 'What is the reason for this?'

There was a young man in the crowd, who spoke in a very loud voice, as if he wanted to be heard by the whole teahouse, and the man said: "Because the king of Shang was greedy for beauty and favored the demon Daji, the court collapsed and the ministers were angry!"

After hearing this, the old man smiled slightly, and said, "This little man only knows one thing, but he doesn't know the other. Just ask, which man in the world doesn't love beauty?" (To be continued.) )