Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 226: The North and the South are pacified, the mayfly is born in the morning and dies in the evening!
Daqing Kyoto, early spring.

Inside the restaurant, a storyteller, holding a wooden stick, gently dropped it onto the table.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound echoed throughout the hall.

Instead of being quiet, the restaurant was bustling with activity!
Upstairs and downstairs, even the stairs and door thresholds were packed with people, and it was very lively and bustling.

last night!

The military intelligence brought by the north wind will be known first at the "Hongtian Restaurant" today.

The reason is very simple. This restaurant is the private property of Xie Chunan, the former Prime Minister of Daqing.

And this storyteller was said to be a famous actor specially invited.

Specifically for this war between the North and the South.

The storyteller wore a tall hat and had a slightly hunched body, but he had an extraordinary demeanor.

He bowed slightly and said to the people around him:

"I am truly grateful for your support, everyone!"

The restaurant was bustling with people.

Everyone around shouted, "Old man, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us the story!"

"Speak quickly! Speak quickly!"

The tall-hatted old man smiled slightly, raised his hand to calm the noisy atmosphere, and spoke slowly:
"Everyone, listen carefully. Last time we talked about how Lu Shaobao planned the fire in Taicang and Zhou Tiancheng looked north in panic."

"Lu Shaobao carved his achievements on stone, and Tuoba's skills were left at Yunshan."

As the old man continued to talk, the atmosphere in the restaurant became increasingly tense.

The scene suddenly became quiet!
Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing any details.

The big fire in Taicang before!

The fire caused panic among the people in the restaurant, but it also made the storyteller's story even more fascinating. Everyone was fascinated and their palms were sweating with nervousness!

The storyteller kept the story in suspense and did not reveal the arrangements of the Yanbei Army.

All they heard was Zhou Tiancheng leading his troops into Taicang, and a raging fire broke out.

Someone shouted: "Something bad has happened!"

This is the life-saving food for the Yanbei Army to survive the winter!

When I think of this!

There was a young man with burning anger in his eyes and clenched fists, as if he wanted to seek justice for the Yanbei Army.

Inside the restaurant, there was already a woman sobbing with her head down, her clothes wet with tears.

Some people could not bear the tense atmosphere and walked out of the restaurant, unwilling to hear the consequences.

"How sad the young guard would be if he knew that the warehouse was on fire and all the food and grass were burned to ashes!"

An old man sighed, his eyes full of worry.

Of course, there are also many old people who still firmly believe that Prince Yan is invincible.

At this point, the story takes a turn.

It turned out that the King of Yan abandoned those tens of thousands of stones of grain and grass in order to lure Zhou Tiancheng out of the city.

This plan is extremely brilliant!

In just one day, the King of Yan conquered Yuanchong City and killed nearly 300,000 enemies.

A great victory!
Upon hearing the news, Kyoto was in an uproar that day.

There are toasts in every household!

Seeing this, some elderly people in Kyoto seemed to be brought back to the Battle of Hulao Pass more than 20 years ago, when they established their capital in the north.

Recalling the past!
The people of Daqing spontaneously took to the streets, and the young Fourth Prince, with his upper body naked, led the crowd in a parade on the streets.

Princes and nobles marched in front in a mighty procession, holding high their banners and shouting in unison, “Lu’s army will surely win,” with a roar that shook the heavens.

Even brothels and restaurants were closed.

The temple is very popular.

They are all praying to God for blessings.

However, there is no savior god in this world, only young heroes who suddenly appear to defend the country.

The storyteller continued his journey north.

"Yan Wang played three tricks and won, but he took Hezhou with great effort."

"The King of Yan devised a plan to seize Jingzhou, and Wulong crossed the river to control the flood."

"The King of Yan discussed heroes over a glass of wine, and Zhou Tiancheng of Pengcheng committed suicide."

"Yan Wang Cangting's chariot was broken late, and Tuoba Crown Prince escaped again."

"Passing Po Lake, the King of Yan composed a poem, and the tiger general of Ruizhou was first arrested."

"The King of Yan's troops conquered three states and six prefectures, and their horses trampled on both sides of the Yellow River."

...In just three months!

The situation in the north was changing rapidly. Except for the capital Huanglongfu and Yunshan which still stood firm, the rest of the areas had been occupied by the Yanbei Army.

All that's left is one final battle to completely pacify the Beifeng and unify the north.

Inside the restaurant, everyone's hearts were moved as they listened, as if they had personally experienced those thrilling battles.

Many people drank alcohol to cheer themselves up, drinking one glass after another in an attempt to calm their inner excitement.

The storyteller also paused slowly. He stretched out two fingers, gently picked up a peanut sprinkled with salt, and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.

Then he picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and said with great passion:

"It's so clear!"

"I have seen the life of King Yan, and have been on the battlefield for many years, and have experienced thousands of battles."

"In every battle, we win, every attack, and never lose."

"Three hundred and sixty days a year, most of the time I am on horseback with my sword in hand."

"At the age of 24, he turned the tide and gave up his high position and wealth to practice Taoism in Zhongnan."

"I set out again, riding alone into the north wind, and made the White Horse Alliance, finally bringing peace to the world."

"Next month, the outcome of the North Wind War will be revealed!"

The storyteller bowed to all four directions.

"Old man, thank you all for your support!"

On the second floor of the restaurant sat the children of Daqing's prominent families or the wives of high-ranking officials in the court. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and leaned against the windows listening to the storytelling on the first floor.

After listening to the storyteller's final words, a rich young man generously spent a large sum of money.

Next, the dancers will come on stage to dance!
The storyteller walked slowly up to the second floor. The guards at the door and the doors of the rooms were all opened, and everyone saluted and saluted.

"I've met Mr. Xie!"

This old storyteller was none other than the Prime Minister who had now retired from the imperial court.

Thanks Chunan!
He smiled, nodded to everyone one by one, and then pushed open a door.

In the room sat his two children.

Xie Linghao and Xie Lingxuan.

But today, there are two more people in the room.

In the spacious room, under the bright lights, there was an elegant middle-aged scholar and a young man with his head bowed.

It was the magician Huang Dao and Xie Mu.

Huang Dao sat in the main seat and glanced at Xie Lingxuan again, with a rare look of surprise in his eyes.

What a "natural noble man"!
When Xie Lingxuan learned that her younger brother Xie Mu, who had been away from home for more than 20 years, had finally returned home, she hurried back from Prince Yan's Mansion.

Xie Mu was somewhat at a loss when facing his family and simply mentioned his experience of "learning art from a master" over the years.

Huang Dao was his master.

Now that I have learned my skills, I can finally return home.

Xie Lingxuan looked at Huang Dao with suspicion with her beautiful eyes.

"Brother, is this true?"

When Xie Mu heard what his elder sister Xie Lingxuan said, his eyes were a little evasive.

Xie Chunan walked into the room at this time. Looking at his father whom he had not seen for many years, Xie Mu felt a little embarrassed.

However, when he saw that his father had already become gray-haired, an indescribable sadness suddenly welled up in his heart.

"Dad!" Xie Mu shouted while choking.

Xie Chunan paused, walked closer to Xie Mu, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him in a gentle tone: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

Xie Mu was already crying uncontrollably.

This time, he and Huang Dao returned from Beifeng together with mixed feelings.

On the way, Huang Dao looked at him and asked, "Do you want to go home?"

Xie Mu was stunned, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Over the years, he and Huang Dao traveled around the world, starting from Mount Zhongnan, and he had thought of escaping countless times. Later, he was hunted down in the martial arts world and became infamous.

Until now, the two are both teachers and friends.

"Are you going to..."

Before Xie Mu finished speaking, Huang Dao smiled and took over the conversation: "The time has come, and I should leave."

“If something goes wrong, how should we deal with it?”

Huang Dao just smiled calmly and said:
"Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening. How dare you fight against heaven for your life!"

"But I am Huang Dao, so it's not a bad idea!"

I am rushing to catch the bus on my way to the holiday today, so I am a little late and have too little content. I will make up for it by posting two more chapters tomorrow!

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