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Chapter 458 Daoguo Storyteller Begs the Grandmaster to Grant Him a Scripture (5.6k, please read)

Outside the capital, next to the official road.

A low thatched-roof wine flag was hung diagonally, with the three words "Zuixianlou" inscribed on it.

Although this tavern only has three thatched huts with a reed mat shed outside, it is hardly a tavern, let alone a restaurant.

However, due to its geographical advantage, it became a place for people traveling from north to south to rest.

This is not a simple place, but a place where guests and people from all walks of life come and go most frequently.

It can be said that there are good and bad people mixed together.

Any boss who dares to open such a business is definitely not someone as simple as Jian.

What’s more, the owner of Zuixianlou is a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

This noon!
The tavern was particularly lively. The storyteller struck the wooden stick, and the whole place fell silent.

"Let's talk about the world outside the sky. There are four golden crows hanging in the sky. There are eight directions on the earth. There are billions of innate holy spirits traveling back and forth in the three thousand worlds. Among them, those who are called the ancestors have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth and change the past and the future..."

"There is any opportunity, any universe, born naturally, and friends with the creation of the universe..."

"Swallowing up the rivers and seas is a piece of cake. With a snap of a finger, the sky can be covered. What they seek is the word "Dao Guo". What is "Dao Guo"? It is just one word: "emptiness"!"

"They used the heaven and earth as their chariot and all living beings as chess pieces. A game of chess lasted for millions of years. The seas were burned to ashes and the mountains turned into dry mulberry trees at the bottom of the sea."

Dust particles swirled in the sunlight filtering through the ceiling, and everyone, holding coarse porcelain wine bowls, listened in fascination.

One man had his mouth open, with half a piece of biscuit crumbs stuck to his beard.

Several men escorting the bodyguards held down the hilts of their knives and could not help but let go.

Even the lady boss Liu Sanniang, who was doing the accounting behind the counter, stopped calculating with the abacus and leaned against the wine jar in a trance.
Inside the restaurant, everyone listened attentively, and their imaginations ran wild!
The storyteller wore a monkey-head mask, was thin, and dressed in spotless white. From the sound of his voice, he sounded like a middle-aged man.

The voice is neither fast nor slow, a combination of hardness and softness, with a peculiar rhythm that is unforgettable once heard.

Next to him squatted a little golden monkey, its eyes rolling around, very clever. Whenever the gavel made a "crack", the little monkey would carry a small brass basin on its head and jump to each table to ask for a reward.

The guests in the restaurant who are able to stay here do not have many heroes on their hands.

Even if I have money, I don't want to show it off.

"Go away, Grandpa's pockets are cleaner than his face."

Some pretended not to see.

Only a nobleman at the table at the door spoke.

"Good work deserves reward!"

Before he finished speaking, a silver ingot fell into the copper basin with a clang, shocking the little monkey so much that he staggered.

The nobleman Mo was in his early twenties, with a fair complexion, a sword wrapped in gold wire hanging from his waist, and a look of arrogance between his eyebrows.

The storyteller hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude on the high platform, but unexpectedly his foot slipped and he fell from the three-foot-high platform.

Liu Sanniang behind the counter rolled her eyes - this poor storyteller had come a month ago, and was so hungry that he wandered around the door of the store for half an hour before he dared to come in and ask for a bowl of noodle soup.

Liu Sanniang took in the man and the monkey out of compassion.

Seeing how hungry they were that day, he thought of hiring a storyteller to attract some business. Who would have thought that this poor scholar was actually quite capable?

There were no customers in the first few days, but then things gradually got better.

Those wanderers were so fascinated by the story that word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until the reputation of Zuixianlou spread even to the official roads. Now, before noon every day, the store is full of guests who want to listen to the story.

You can't just sit there and listen, you have to order a plate of salted peanuts, cut two taels of braised beef, and warm up a pot of old wine. Even Liu Sanniang, who doesn't like listening to books, was aroused by the novel stories of "the heaven beyond the sky" and "the paradise of the cave".

I originally thought that this person was a "hidden talent", but after several attempts, I found out that he didn't know any kung fu at all.

She was happily calculating the day's earnings when suddenly a deafening snoring sound came from the corner.

I saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a dirty face lying on a bench with his saliva almost dripping onto his collar.

Liu Sanniang raised her eyebrows and kicked him.

"Ouch!" The man jumped up with a start, and before he woke up, his ear was grabbed.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! Like a pig in a pen! Didn't you see the guests coming?"

"Madam boss, please spare me! I'll go right away!"

The man ran around with his head in his hands.

The regular customers in the restaurant were used to this. The sloppy man's surname was Li, and everyone called him "Lazy Li". He was one of the odd jobs in Zuixianlou.

He was either dozing off or being lazy all day long, but Liu Sanniang just refused to change.

Some gossipers gossiped that this man was the boss lady's lover.

Even though he looked ugly, he worked well and served the landlady very well, so the boss was reluctant to send him away.

When Liu Sanniang heard this, she was not annoyed. She just leaned against the counter and smiled, "It's just a tinned spear head. It looks good but is useless." She twisted her slender waist deliberately and said, "If you really want to take up the spear and go into battle, you have to be heroes."

These words made the customers in the store dry their mouths, but no one dared to respond.

Who can open a restaurant on the official road of the capital without being good at dealing with people? Especially a female shopkeeper who runs the restaurant alone.

The lazy man Li was just coming out of the kitchen carrying a tray. His left foot was a little lame when he walked, but he was surprisingly steady.

The storyteller continued to bang the gavel.

"Snapped--"

Everyone suggested talking about what's happening in Bianjing right now, which has attracted so many people.

They were too lazy to listen to the affairs of the four countries, but wanted to hear about the affairs of the martial arts world.

"Let's talk about the nine major surnames in Bianjing..."

Before he could finish his words, a domineering voice sounded.

"How much do you sell this monkey for?"

"My young master wants it!"

The storyteller followed the sound and saw the little golden monkey that depended on each other for survival.

The monkey was tied to the table leg with a hemp rope. The monkey's neck was strangled, and it squeaked and jumped around in the small space.

The nobleman who had just been rewarded with silver leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "How much is this monkey?"

The storyteller was anxious, "Master, this is absolutely not possible. We cannot sell this monkey. We cannot sell it. It is my lifeblood."

The tone seemed to be that of crying, full of resentment and love, just like a woman.

The nobleman said with a smile, "What's a flat-haired beast? Here's the money!"

The storyteller walked off the stage, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed vigorously, "I kowtow to you, sir, and beg you to have mercy on me."

The young master smiled and tapped the table with his fingers. "Are you a man or a woman? Take off your mask and let me see."

The storyteller trembled, and his fingers subconsciously touched the edge of the mask, but he hesitated to move.

All the gangsters in the studio were silent as a mouse, no one made a sound.

This noble young man came from an extraordinary background, and the followers around him had a solemn aura, and they were obviously masters.

What's even more terrifying is that outside the tavern, heroes in straw raincoats have surrounded it without anyone noticing, with swords shining like the snow.

——This is going to be bloody!
The storyteller's fingertips trembled as he slowly peeled off the monkey head mask.

The noble young master suddenly sneered: "It's boring, get out of here, don't scare me with an ugly monster."

He waved his hand lazily and asked curiously, "I want to see if you have balls."

The slave behind him came forward with a fierce grin, grabbed the storyteller by the collar with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, lifted him up like a chicken, and threw him to the ground!
"My master has spoken. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Seeing this, the little monkey tied to the corner of the table started chirping anxiously and struggled desperately. The rope cut into his flesh and he made a "ho ho" sound of suffocation in his throat.

The nobleman frowned impatiently: "Just kill him."

The slave tied with the rope grinned fiercely, and was about to be strangled to death if he was pulled hard.

The storyteller was pinned to the ground by two slaves. One of them tied his arms behind his back, while the other roughly grasped his legs, making him unable to move.

The third servant grinned and stretched out his hand, about to tear off the collar of his clothes...

"Wait——", a clear shout came.

Everyone turned around and saw Liu Sanniang coming out from behind the counter. She was wearing a wide lilac-colored skirt that swayed with her steps. Although her clothes were simple, they could not hide her voluptuous and well-proportioned figure.

She smiled and said, "Sir, if this storyteller has offended you in any way, Liu Sanniang would like to apologize."

The kitchen curtain moved slightly, and several waiters could be vaguely seen holding long swords, waiting for the proprietress's order. However, their momentum was much weaker than the hundreds of swordsmen outside the tavern.

The noble young master smiled frivolously and said, "No problem. As long as Sanniang is willing to drink a few cups with me, the matter will be settled."

He deliberately pronounced the words "drink a few cups" vaguely, and all the guests in the room were immediately silent.

Seeing Liu Sanniang frowning and keeping silent, the young master suddenly stood up.

The crowd parted, and he walked closer, his eyes like hooks wandering over her graceful figure: "Tsk tsk, they say women in their thirties are like jackals..., today I want to be a tiger-hunting hero again."

All the people brought by the young master laughed in unison.

Liu Sanniang smiled like a flower, twisted her slender waist and leaned into his arms, "Fighting tigers is certainly fun."

She exhaled sweetly, "But with so many people watching, don't you think it's a bit of a letdown, young master?"

The nobleman stretched out his hand and pinched the roundest part of her back hard.

Liu Sanniang's body trembled slightly.

The nobleman smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad, much better than those women in the building, who are submissive and meaningless."

He lifted up Liu Sanniang's chin with his hand and said, "It's a pity that I have to fight the tiger in public, so that more people can watch the fun!"

Liu Sanniang raised her head and glanced at the lazy man Li.

But I saw that he was so scared that he was hiding under the table, trembling and not daring to look here.

There was disappointment on her face.

The nobleman seemed to notice his gaze and with a single gesture, a clever tall servant came forward and pulled the lazy Li out from under the table.

The nobleman laughed and said, "Could it be that this is Sanniang's lover?" Lazy Li was so frightened that his face turned pale and he just knelt down and begged for mercy.

The young master became interested when he saw this.

The nobleman was more interested when he saw this. He ordered Li Lanhan to kneel in the hall, and he held Liu Sanniang in his arms and sat on Li Lanhan's back.

Lazy Li did as he was told without any hesitation.

Liu Sanniang's eyes became fierce, and she burst out with the third level of martial arts cultivation, and slapped the young master's chest with her soft palm.

At this time!
An even more terrifying aura suddenly came, like a flying needle in the dark night, accurately hitting Liu Sanniang's wrist, causing her to be instantly exhausted and powerless all over.

"This……"

Liu Sanniang only felt a stream of cold energy entangle her meridians like a poisonous snake, and her internal energy was locked up!
She turned her head with all her might, and saw an old man with a hooked nose at the table at the door who was retracting his fingers. Ripples were gently rippling in the wine cup on the table. The drop of wine in the air just now was actually flicked by the old man with ease, which showed how powerful his skills were!
Liu Sanniang was filled with despair. After she cultivated her true essence, she was already above the third realm of martial arts. In the martial arts world of the capital, she was like a dragon in water and had no rivals.

The noble young man turned his head and laughed softly, "Sanniang, oh, Sanniang, do you really think that this coarse cloth can hide the charm of the top girl in Yulouchun back then?"

He traced his fingertips across her trembling neck. "The death of the prince of the Great Sui was strange. Who would have thought that the person beside him pierced his throat with a golden hairpin?"

Liu Sanniang's pupils suddenly shrank. She had been hiding her identity for ten years, and even her closest associates didn't know her origins. But now her origins were revealed!

"Are you from the Sui Dynasty?"

The nobleman smiled and said, "Of course, the Great Qi is bound to be defeated now. We will follow the Great Sui army and see if there are any valuable items and what bargains we can pick up."

"I didn't want to make it public. If the elders in the sect recognized your voice and appearance, I would really miss this roadside romance. It would be boring to travel all the way."

"Today I want to taste something that even the prince has never experienced."

"I'm curious, how did you manage to escape from Da Qi despite the heavy siege?"

Only then did Liu Sanniang realize that the young master and his entourage had been targeting her from the beginning to the end.

Instead, he implicated the storyteller and the waiters in the tavern.

Just as the noble young master was about to speak again, the old man with the hooked nose suddenly interrupted him in a deep voice: "Young Master, it is getting late. The old master's carriage will arrive in Bianjing soon, so we cannot delay."

"What a spoiler." The nobleman curled his lips. "Then please move to the carriage, Sanniang. Let's slowly reminisce about the past and talk along the way. Let's see how my methods work."

"boom--"

The kitchen curtain suddenly exploded! Five or six waiters rushed out with knives, and the first one shouted angrily: "Let go of the boss lady!"

The nobleman didn't even raise his eyelids.

But a gray shadow flashed, and two slaves came forward.

As the cold light passed, a line of blood suddenly appeared on the neck of the kitchen helper who was rushing in the front. His head flew high up and the hot blood splattered on the account book on the counter.

Another waiter was pierced through the chest, and a long knife pierced through his back, nailing him to the counter, still twitching.

The smell of blood instantly filled the entire tavern.

Several martial artists had their faces splashed with hot blood, but they only dared to hold on to the hilts of their knives tightly, with their knuckles turning white.

Liu Sanniang looked past the blood mist and towards the lazy Li. Her face turned pale and she lay on the ground in fear like a dead dog.

The light in her eyes was completely extinguished.

The whole person is like a walking corpse.

How could the noble young master care about the storyteller, Li Lanhan and the like at this moment? He half hugged and half dragged Liu Sanniang out.

The storyteller was holding the little monkey and untying the hemp rope for him.

He walked out holding Liu Sanniang in one hand, but his body was slightly hunched, as if he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Young Master, let me help you." A clever servant came forward with a smug look on his face. Just as he was about to touch the willow-like waist, he was kicked in the heart by the noble master: "Get lost!"

When he was about to reach the door, the young man suddenly stopped and said without turning his head, "Clean up everything inside."

"Yes, young master!"

The sound of cold blades being unsheathed rang out in unison, and all the heroes in the room looked ashen, with fear in their eyes.

at this time!
A loud sound of breaking through the air pierced the sky.

The nobleman and others were also attracted by the sound and looked up at the sky.

The falcon was seen to be pure white with its feathers gleaming with silver luster, and it landed on the flag of the tavern.

"This is..." The old man with the hooked nose looked at the divine eagle flying low in the sky, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He frowned slightly and said, "It seems to be the Saker Falcon from the Three True One Sect!"

According to legend, after the King of Yan left two Gakers on Mount Zhongnan, the Sanzhen Yimen sect has used this pair of divine birds as messengers for generations.

This bird of prey with snow-like feathers and golden eyes has always circled at the top of Mount Zhongnan, but today it appeared on the road to the capital, thousands of miles away.

The old man with the hooked nose had a flash in his eyes. In the Sui Dynasty, the Three True Sects had a high status, comparable to the academy in the Qi Dynasty.

Even kings, princes, generals and ministers would have to respectfully call the Taoist priest "Master" when they met him.

Their "蓑衣门" is only a second-rate sect, with only two masters in the third realm of martial arts. How dare they challenge them?
The swordsmen standing outside the tavern also recognized him.

Only the inn's folks, who were not from the Sui Dynasty, looked puzzled.

In the corner, the lazy man Li, who had been curled up like mud, suddenly raised his head slightly.

His cloudy, drunken eyes slowly became clearer.

There was a jade Taoist token hanging around Haidongqing's neck. Cloud patterns and thunder seals were faintly flowing on the jade, emitting a clear and bright light.

An old woman's voice came from inside.

"I, an unworthy disciple, must return to the mountain gate in response to the Three True Ones' important mission. After death, my soul will be able to see the master."

Everyone in the tavern was confused.

The old man with the hooked nose fixed his eyes, and it was indeed related to the Three Truths and One Sect.

This jade token is a tool used by spiritual cultivators to transmit sound over a thousand miles.

What is this "re-entering the Three True Lineages"?
"Clap."

A drop of turbid tear fell on the blue brick.

Li, who was curled up in the corner, slowly straightened his hunched back, and his cloudy drunken eyes suddenly became as clear as a sword. He looked at the jade order with trembling eyes, and his tears had already soaked his messy beard.

"You haven't been granted the ordination certificate yet?" The old woman's voice suddenly turned harsh.

"Boom!"

Lazy Li knelt heavily on the ground. The sound of his forehead hitting the ground made the wine jar buzz and his voice became hoarse.

"Disciple Li Qingniu, I come to the Grandmaster to ask for the ordination!"

This sound was like thunder in the sky, and the outside of the tavern suddenly exploded:
"Li Qingniu?!"

"Li Qingdi, the second best swordsman in the world?!"

The old man with the hooked nose was shocked. This waiter in the tavern was actually one of the ten most famous sects in the world.

Liu Sanniang couldn't believe it either. She knew that this man was extraordinary, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to bring him out of Da Qi. But this turned out to be - Li Qingdi.

The next Heavenly Master almost appointed by the Three True Ones of the Sui Dynasty.

It turned out to be this person who wasted another ten years.

The Saker Falcon flapped its wings and flew away, and the wind created by its wings made the wine flag flutter.

The young master's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to move at all. He could only stare at the figure who slowly stood up.

The messy beard of the lazy man Li seemed to be cut by an invisible sword, and each strand fell off. His cloudy drunken eyes gradually became clear, like two cold pools reflecting the starlight.

What was even more shocking was that his disheveled hair moved without wind, falling on his shoulders like an ink waterfall, revealing a face that had been buried in dust for many years - with sword-like eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars, he was actually an extraordinarily handsome middle-aged man!

A sword intent rose from the sky, the tavern shook, and a fire poker flew in from the kitchen.

The wood ash on the outside peeled off, revealing the bright golden light inside. When the black mud faded away, a three-foot-long green sword appeared in his hand.

The words "peach blossom" were engraved on the sword, filling the whole room with a chill.

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter was as clear as a dragon's roar: "Where in the world is Li Qingdi? I am the Qingniu of Zhongnan Land!"

Before he finished speaking, the peach blossom sword in his hand suddenly burst into light.

He took a step forward, and his whole body merged with the sword light, turning into a long rainbow that pierced the sun and shot straight into the sky.

The eaves of the tavern trembled under the shocking sword intent, and tiles fell like rain.

Everyone looked up and saw the sword light chasing the Saker Falcon into the sea of ​​clouds, just like the immortal style of "riding the sword on the wind" recorded in ancient books.

The old man with the hooked nose then realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he exhaled a trembling breath - this peerless figure who was ranked among the top ten sects in the world would indeed not bother with ants like them.

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, I heard the monkeys shouting happily. I turned around and saw that the storyteller had stood up without knowing when, and the little golden monkey on his shoulder was full of energy, no longer looking like it was dying just now.

The storyteller wearing a white monkey mask stroked the monkey gently, looked at the sword light that had not yet dissipated in the sky, and said in a gentle voice: "It takes sixty years to sharpen a sword. It seems that Brother Lu is really going to achieve the realm of the land sword immortal this time."

When the noble young man saw this, he was already impatient because he had just experienced a dangerous situation, and his eyes showed coldness.

"Playing tricks!"

"Kill him for me!"

The man with the hooked nose was looking at the masked man, and suddenly he thought of the "Storyteller", one of the ten major sects in the world, who seemed to be also making a living by telling stories.

The storyteller laughed and said, "Aren't you the dead?"

The old man with the hooked nose was stunned.

Suddenly, a rain of swords fell from the sky.

The noble young master and more than one hundred people in total were killed.

Liu Sanniang stood in a pool of blood, her long black hair stained with scarlet, staring up at the sky full of sword beams in fascination.

When he came back to life, the man and the monkey had already left.

Leave only one sentence.

"Speaking of heroes, speaking of heroes, they are not as good as those who ascend to heaven!"

PS: I’m a bit rushed, so I need to change the sentence!
(End of this chapter)