The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 47: Talking to the King of Beiliang about Beiliang
Chapter 47 Talking about the Northern Liang with the King of Northern Liang
Update time: 2013-04-17
Tao Manwu feels comfortable riding on the neck of a certain villain, looking high and looking far away, walking around the temple fair, and suddenly finds that the guy with the masque name stops and follows the line of sight. It is a thin young lady standing in front of him, timidly handing out one. Zhang Slim moves. Xu Fengnian froze for a moment, and took the tricks from this scrawny little girl. This kind of tricks are small tricks used by the storyteller to solicit business. There are a few outlines of the content, whether it's an iron horse, a firework fan, or a ghost. In the quiet period, the fragrance of wine is still afraid of the deep alleys. Except for the main owner staying in the wine shop and teahouse, let the platformer go to the street and invite customers to come in. The size of the show is linked to the level of fame. Some famous storytellers can often be in downtown restaurants. There was a golden account hanging on the outside. Right now, this one was quite shabby. He only used a piece of paper to use a scarlet tail. But what surprised Xu Fengnian was that she recognized this little girl, who she saw in a secluded teahouse in the city before leaving Beiliang. The grandfather and grandson, the elderly blind storyteller had a drink and talked, and the little girl held a low-quality pipa.
When Xu Fengnian saw what was written on the move, he was even more shocked. He even dared to tell the story of the son of Beiliang traveling thousands of miles in Beimang City? After looking around for a week and quietly watching the little girl hand out more than a dozen tricks, she followed Tao Manwu on her back into a tea shop with relatively deserted business. After taking a seat, she asked for a pot of tea, and she really saw the tea shop. There was a space in the center. The blind old man habitually put a bamboo board and a bowl of dirty wine on the small bench. After his granddaughter handed out a simple trick, she trot to the old man, carefully picked up the pipa, and whispered to the dependent grandfather. After a few words, the old man said that His Royal Highness Beiliang Shizi was too fresh and shocking. Most of the tricks handed out attracted real customers who were willing to pay for tea. The owner of the tea shop opened his eyes and smiled, and his vision was very bold. satisfy. The blind storyteller took a sip of wine with a bowl and moistened his throat. He did not get to the point, but said loudly: "Today I don’t talk about the lingering cigarette powder for men and women, nor the spirit monsters outside the world. It’s enough to say that this Beiliang elder son has traveled thousands of miles with double swords hanging on his waist. It is enough to win a few laughs from the judges."
The old storyteller finished the story, and the little girl took advantage of the trend to touch the pipa, and it sounded crisply.
The old man held a bowl and drank a sip of the spirits rewarded by the tea shop owner, gently put it down, picked up the bamboo board, and said according to the rules: "Smart and clever by nature, ignorant and dude may not be true. The absurdity only arises from the times, gold Ge Rongma talked and laughed deeply. The long river of nine bends is shallower than the heart, and the ten heavy cavalry is like thunder.
The sound of the pipa gradually rises, but the bridge and the flowing water are still tactfully, not clanging.
Xu Fengnian, who was sitting in the corner, smiled heartily. He no longer looked at his partner's skilled grandfather and grandson. He just looked out the window at the busy traffic, and a little admired this old storyteller, who even dared to talk about His Royal Highness in Beimang. Good words, but fortunately, Beimang is rude and open-minded. He doesn't like any literary prison. He rarely gets guilty for his words. Even if he criticizes the government, there is no big deal. Of course the old man said it came from hearsay, which is very different from the truth, but the gimmick is not small, and the audience feels relish, especially when it comes to the single-handedly facing the King of Jing’an Zhao Heng and the entire thousand horses of the King of Xiangfan. Some of the tea customers who were disapproving at first were fascinated, and several listeners who were thinking of raising their feet to leave also sat back to their seats and asked for a pot of tea again from the shop. The blind old man also pretended to stop at this time. The tea guests knew that this was about to collect money, but there were also some tables that lost some copper money into a large white porcelain bowl, ding ding dong dong, very sweet.
The old man stopped selling Guanzi and continued to talk about it. When he said that Beiliang Shizi stabbed a brave rider to death with a spear, the tea guests immediately exclaimed with exclamation and tuts. They don’t believe that this prince can have such horse warfare skills. For Jing’an King Zhao Heng, the people of Beimang have told too much about the wonderful drama of the prince of the Liyang dynasty that year, and they have also heard of it, knowing that this feudal prince is just The fortune was not good, and he failed to become the supreme of the ninety-five years. Xu Fengnian saw that Tao Manwu was stunned, his eyes widened, and he wanted to run to urge the old man to speak quickly. Xu Fengnian pierced his finger under the table, dripped blood to raise the sword, put it in his sleeve, and poured a cup of tea. , Close your eyes and concentrate. The blind old man was clever, and when the audience was a little impatient, they finally talked about the Longhu Mountain, the ancestor of Taoism in the world, and interjected a story about the great general Xu Xiao's horse stepping on the rivers and lakes. The audience immediately whipped their appetites again. Xu Fengnian laughed dumbfounded. In the battle in Daxueping, few survived. None of these will reveal the secrets. The old man is so mysterious and mysterious. When he talked about the Huishan Guniu descending purple thunder, he only said it was a sword. Most of the audience sneered at the supreme magical power of the **** Li Chungang. Depending on the situation, this old sheepskin fur man could not be more powerful than our Beimang army **** Tuoba Bodhisattva? There are ten martial arts critics, how can there be no such old sword god? I only heard that there was Mrs. Deng who carried peach branches. The old man heard boos and countless cheers, not irritable, at this time the sound of the pipa became more and more intense, like a silver bottle bursting with water, making people worry about whether the little girl’s weak and delicate hands can hold it.
In the magnificent atmosphere created by the sound of the pipa, the old man talked about the grand finale of the flying sword coming to the world, saying that the old sword **** uses the word sword to teach Huishan and Longhushan thousands of swords to fly together. As far as Daxueping is in the sky, it covers the sky and the sun. The audience was dumbfounded, obedient, is it really one of the few land gods in the world? When the old man said that Heavenly Master Zhao from Dragon Tiger Mountain asked the old sword **** to return the sword to the mansion of the heavenly master, the old man had a meal and said word by word: "What can you tell me about the next?"
Yes, pay for it. This time the tea shoppers are very happy to give the copper coins. They fill up the big bowl quickly, rushing to throw away the copper coins, sitting back in their seats and hurriedly said: "Old man , Speak quickly!"
The blind storyteller drank a sip of wine and laughed: "Senior Li of the Sword Fairy Realm spoke aloud to the great dragon and tiger mountain, and His Royal Highness said it's a fart!"
The whole tea shop was silent, and then it was applauded. Many tea customers who only felt relieved began to slap the table violently. Tao Manwu, who was next to Xu Fengnian, sneered. Xu Fengnian took out a small piece of silver that weighed a little bit, and turned her head. The little girl thought that the old gentleman's storytelling was wonderful, but when she saw that this petty ghost turned out to be unprecedented and generous, she finally gave a smile. Grabbing the broken silver, he ran to the center of the tea house, flushed and gently put it into the bowl, and then ran back to Xu Fengnian, leaning against him, not daring to see anyone. Everyone just thinks that this young man is a boring wealthy boy out of all likelihood, and there is so much money that there is nowhere to spend it, and they don't think much about it.
Blind storyteller, when talking about the city of Emperor Wu in the East China Sea, he only said that His Royal Highness had a bowl on the top of the city, but he didn’t tell the truth. I'm really bold and don't explore the details. I heard that the book writers tell stories and do what they really do. When the old man talked about the veritable number one in the world, Wang Xianzhi flew over the East China Sea, the sword opened the gate, and Wang Xianzhi made the East China Sea rise. The tea shops were all silent, the people in Beimang were sturdy, and the Feihu City was more feminine. As far as cities and towns are concerned, the blood of martial arts is still flowing in their bones. They can look down on the emperors and princes of the Liyang Dynasty and the soft celebrities, but they will never look down on the famous spring and autumn general Gu Jiantang, let alone dominate the rivers and lakes. The city lord of Wudi City in Jiazi, Beimang, would only regret that this old martial artist was not a figure in his dynasty, but would not question Wang Xianzhi's ability to rank ahead of Tuoba Bodhisattva and become the number one in the world! Even for Tu Xuxiao, who was the enemy of Beimang, they were awe-inspiring. No matter whether it was under the market or above the temple, there were many people in Beimang who were frankly respectful of Xu Xiao. Back then, it was rumored that His Majesty the Emperor was willing to "wife Xu", and they cursed the lame Xu, who was ranting about it, and they didn't know what was good or bad. Few people still criticized Xu Xiao for not being worthy of sharing the world with the Empress! From Beimang's point of view, who else in the world is more worthy of the female emperor of his dynasty than Rentu? The emperor of the Liyang Dynasty? Fuck you, go to your mother.
At the end, by the Guangling River, the tide is rising, and His Royal Highness is cutting meat. Li Chungang cut the armor by two thousand six with one sword.
A tea shop is already audible.
Only the sound of pipa exploded into spring thunder.
Even the shopkeeper of the tea house was dumbfounded, and slowly took out a few pieces of silver that hadn't been warmed up, and asked the buddy to send it to the bowl, not at all distressed. Fortunately, I invited the two grandparents to tell the story today and earned a lot of extra money. I made up my mind to let them continue talking for a few days and keep the business prosperous and make a lot of money. After the story is told, some wealthy tea customers have added some spare money,
Xu Fengnian patted Tao Manwu's head and smiled: "Go, tell the sister who plays the pipa that I will invite them to drink tea."
Tao Manwu ran away happily. The grandfather and grandson originally did not go through these social entertainments. Maybe they saw the little girl looking innocent and looking at her face, and the brother sitting by the window was not like a wicked person, so he agreed and Xu Fengnian waved and shouted Come, man, ordered a pot of good tea and a pot of good wine. Tao Manwu sat next to Xu Fengnian, admiring the sister on the opposite side. She had only learned piano and knew nothing about pipa, but thought that this young lady was very good at it. The blind old man took a sip of the wine, hissed, and slowly aftertaste, the vicissitudes of life showed a knowing smile, "Thanks to this young man for rewarding money and wine, but unfortunately the old man also tells stories, and there is no return."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said: "I thought the story was good, and I had some small money on him. I finally passed the time. It was an unexpected joy. The old gentleman didn’t need to take care of it. , It’s natural to drink some wine."
The old man smiled heartily: "This is the reason, the son has a big belly, and the old man can't be hypocritical. Come and touch a bowl. Although this wine is not as good as the green ant authentic in Beiliang, it is also a good wine."
The two drank it all at once. As for the girls and the girls, they drank tea. The shopkeeper also gave away some cakes and fruits that didn't cost much. They were also in a relaxed mood.
Xu Fengnian asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble when the old gentleman said good things about the son of Beiliang in Beimang?"
The old storyteller who is over sixty years old shook his head and said: "What is there to be afraid of. In this world, if you want to make more money than your peers, you are always afraid of trouble."
Xu Fengnian saw the scars on the back of the old man's hand holding the bowl, and asked: "The old man was once a soldier of the North Liang? The back of the hand was not lightly injured by the knife."
The old man estimated that he had a hot temper when he was young. Now he still speaks with no scruples, and smiles straightforwardly: "No, it was so painful that I didn’t cry my father or my mother. The head of the corps jokes badly. Later, the injuries were heavier a few times, but instead he gritted his teeth and forbeared it and endured it. When I was old, I thought about it and I really admired myself, but the son may not know the Northern Liang Army at that time. , Hey, if you don’t have any scars, why don’t you be ashamed to say hello to the murderous robe? You’re going to be treated as a little girl. It’s funny to say that after joining the army for a few years, I can’t hate being chopped twice. The elder said before he died, who the **** wants to usurp Lao Tzu's place, OK, take off his clothes, who has more scars than Lao Tzu, who will be the corps leader, in a word, who cuts off his head more than Lao Tzu, and the **** pee I have to solve my pants, it's all a question!"
Xu Fengnian murmured: "Why did the old man say that it was the Northern Liang Army at that time?"
The storyteller took a sip of the wine, hesitated, and after another sip, he slowly said with a bitter smile: "These things can only be said to outsiders like the son, and they are not unspeakable things. It's not even a ugly family. Back then, our general defeated the West Leibi and destroyed the Western Chu Dynasty, which was almost equal to Liyang at the time. Standing and talking can’t hurt your back, even the emperor’s old man is always jealous of the general, or let’s just go the other way?! Let the general be the emperor by himself, and the general sits on a dragon chair and wears a dragon robe. Who is not convinced? Unfortunately, the general does not. Ken, in fact, it’s okay. For those of us who are little pawns in Liaodong, as long as we saddle the generals, we will succeed. If you don’t be an emperor, you won’t be an emperor. Later, the old man followed me to Beiliang. It has changed. The general is still the general. No one has a complaint, but the general is not a person with four heads and six arms. Some generals underneath think that the world is peaceful and it is time to make money. Later Many civil servants who had not fought a war also climbed up, and the old man and some old brothers were also disheartened, especially me. The new province on the border is one bite. I have traveled through several Beiliang prefectures. The unruly dude has never gone. The old man doesn’t read much, so he knows a few words, and I don’t understand this. It's worth fighting for the Zhao family."
Seeing that the opposite man didn’t speak, the storyteller laughed and said: “Don’t be nagging because of the old man, thinking that we’ll be able to deal with the 300,000 iron horses in Beiliang. But it’s always the great general, to tell the truth that may be unpleasant in the ears of the son, one day when the great general will be the king of Beiliang, you Beimang, don’t think about the next step in the south! The general will not hit your Beimang court, Burn incense and worship Buddha!"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Drinking."
The blind storyteller raised the bowl, "Drink!"
The old man drank happily and said to himself: "The reason why I am patient and immortal is that there is this bitter granddaughter by my side to take care of it. Besides, I am really afraid that our Beiliang people will lose their hearts. In case, in case, a great general There is a good or bad, 300,000 iron knights? Four or five years ago, the old man heard that the servants of the Shizi Palace are idle, and they are very expensive for everything. I really want to go to the Beiliang Prince’s Palace to have a fight. Later I realized that it’s not at all. In this matter, don’t you just think that I’ve been alive in the past few years anyway. How many towns and cities can you go to Beimang? Talk to you Beimang people about our future King of the Northern Liang, so that you Beimanzi can sleep. Not down-to-earth, haha. The old man will be scolded and beaten a few times before he can die. He really died in Beimang, not bad compared to the old brothers who were shrouded in horse leather."
The old man returned to his senses and smiled guiltily: "This young man from Flying Fox City, the old man is talking nonsense, don't mind, this meal is overwhelming."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and smiled in Beiliang accent: "Old gentleman, how do you know that I am not from Beiliang?"
The storyteller was taken aback, thinking about it, guessing that it was the descendants of merchants from Beiliang who came to Beimang to do business, but he also lowered his voice to be cautious, smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said, "No wonder, no wonder the son said that he was a foreigner. You know when you encounter it. Don’t worry, the old man knows the importance, and today he is just rubbing a pot of good wine with a young man from Flying Fox City."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "If the storytelling annoys the Beimang person with a small belly in the future, the old man can scold the king of Beiliang and the son of Beiliang. It doesn't matter, the sky is big and the world is the biggest. Your granddaughter has not yet found a good one. Man, still rely on the old gentleman's storytelling to make money."
The storyteller shook his head and said, "What are you cursing? The general has never done anything wrong in his life. The old man scolds the general. When he gets to the ground, he won’t be slapped to death by the old corps leader. His Royal Highness is not willing to scold him Before, I was blind and scolded so much, and if I scolded one more sentence, the old man died uneasy. The old man’s son and granddaughter, since they were born in the old Song’s family, have this fate, so there is nothing to complain about."
The little girl holding the pipa smiled softly.
Accept fate and calm.
Xu Fengnian put down the wine glass and whispered: "Old sir, if you can trust me, can you lend me your granddaughter's pipa to try the string sound? My second sister is especially good at martial pipa. I am not as talented as her. One or two, maybe I can tell the little girl some simple insights."
The old man smiled and said: "What's the reluctance of this. Eryu, hand it to the son."
Xu Fengnian smiled, "The troublesome girl, give me the piano cleaning cloth."
The little girl blushed, and she stood up and carefully handed out this beloved pipa~IndoMTL.com~Xu Fengnian carefully wiped the pipa, sat down with her breasts, and thought for a while, with four fingers on her right hand lined up, from Zixian to Tangxian to the right Skimmed in quickly like a sound. Withdraw the three fingers again, and only use the index finger of the right hand to wind the string from the old neutron Sanxian for the first time.
Poke and hang.
The little girl who has played the pipa for many years shines.
This pipa is only the most inferior white wood back pipa, which is far from the top-grade pipa made of red sandalwood, mahogany and rosewood, and it is far from reaching the realm of national players whose strong tone can reach two or three miles away. Xu Fengnian will sweep in turn. Then he raised his head and smiled at the little girl standing beside him: "As far as the white wooden pipa is concerned, the sound quality is good. If the money allows, you can make a little glue. The old man's story is especially demanding. Pipa’s crispness and bursting binomial, and the first string is not far from the broken string, but in my opinion, since playing the pipa is for the judges to appreciate, breaking the pipa string is also a beautiful thing that everyone will love to hear. You don’t need to be busy changing this first string. I will tell you some of the techniques of Cao’s Pipa, a great Southern country player. How much can you remember..."
One speaks and the other listens.
Blind old people drink lightly and slowly.
There was a gathering, and there was a break. After Xu Fengnian taught the Cao family's skills, which were recognized as almost unacceptable, he got up and left the teahouse with Tao Manwu's little hand.
The little girl took back Pipa and murmured: "Grandpa, who is this son?"
The old man drank his last sip of wine, his face was ruddy, and he smiled: "Probably a good person who meets by water."
An old storyteller may not know this in his life. He once told the king of Beiliang about Beiliang face to face.
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