Daqin storyteller: I have become a sword fairy all the way

Daqin, Sanghai City, and Xiaoshengxian Village.

The sun was shining brightly, and Fu Nianhu invited Zhang Liang to set up a chess game in the open space of the courtyard.

Zhang Liang was also curious, why the elder brother who was not good at playing chess suddenly invited him to play chess.

However, in Zhang Liang's eyes, the senior brother who should be weak in chess has forced Zhang Liang to a dead end.

Fu Nian looked at Zhang Liang, and said in a serious tone:

"If you had played steadily at the beginning and didn't feel contemptuous, maybe you wouldn't have lost so badly."

Zhang Liang looked at the chess game, smiled bitterly and said:

"Who would have expected that the senior brother would be so powerful! He quietly organized the chessboard and overwhelmed everyone with great momentum. The junior brother was convinced that he lost."

Fu Nian looked at Zhang Liang and asked:
"How did you break this deadlock?"

Zhang Liang replied: "We can't break the situation."

Fu Nian took a sip from the teacup beside her and said lightly:

"Wei Zhuang, Zi Nu and Hong Lian were taken to Xianyang by a net."

"Tang Xuan disappeared in Nanyang City, and his life and death are unknown."

"How do you break this deadlock?"

Zhang Liang's heart twitched, his hands shook, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", like Zhang Liang's death, falling apart.

Zhang Liang knew that his senior brother was serious and prudent, and it was impossible for him to joke about such an important matter. He must have full confidence, so he would tell himself the news.

The situation between Wei Zhuang and Tang Xuan is indeed terrible, it is indeed a dead end!
Rescue must be rescued, but it will definitely not work on my own, because I have no chess pieces that can be used.

Fu Nian raised her voice and continued to ask:
"How do you break this deadlock?"

Zhang Liang's face turned red, he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, an unknown object fell from the sky and landed on the chessboard.

Zhang Liang took a closer look, and it turned out to be a piece of bird droppings, which dyed an originally white chess piece black.

Suddenly Zhang Liang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, he laughed loudly and said:
"Hahaha, since the chess player can't break it, then attract power from outside the chessboard to break it!"

"I know how to do it!"

"Thank you, brother, I will leave!"

Zhang Liang got up immediately, turned and left.

Fu Nian's voice sounded from behind,

"Remember, you are not only Zhang Liang of Quicksand, but also Zhang Liang of Confucianism!"

Zhang Liang smiled and left faster.

On the same day, Zhang Liang rode a fast horse and rushed to Jingzhou City day and night.

There was no time to rest, so I bought a jar of good wine and headed to an unnamed hillside outside the city.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the cabin in Wei Zhuangkou.

Zhang Liang put the wine jar at the door of the wooden house, bowed to the wooden house and said:
"Zhang Liang pays respects to senior!"

"What's the matter?"

A hoarse but magnetic voice came from the wooden house, followed by a bitter chill that filled the entire wooden house with a radius of [-] meters, as if from autumn to winter in an instant.

Zhang Liang replied respectfully:

"I'm a friend of Tang Xuan and Wei Zhuang. Now that they are in trouble, they have no choice but to disturb Senior Qingxiu and ask Senior to save Wei Zhuang and Tang Xuan."

The voice in the cabin came again,

"The old man is now at a critical point of retreat, and I want the old man to help two strangers who have met once."

"Why?"

Zhang Liang smiled confidently:

"Tang Xuan wounded Wang Chongyang in the sword competition."

"Based on Tang Xuan, Wang Chongyang called him the second best swordsman in the world."

"Tang Xuan and Wei Zhuang are among the best swordsmen in the world!"

As soon as the words fell, an old man in gray appeared in front of Zhang Liang like a ghost out of thin air.

The old man's face was full of surprise, his eyes were full of shock,

"Is everything you said true?"

"If you lie to the old man, your fate will not be easy!"

Zhang Liangji first said:
"Everyone in the world knows about the competition between Tang Xuan and Chongyang Daoist. I don't need to lie to seniors."

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, and said with a lonely face:

"It's a pity! This old man has no chance to witness the competition between Tang Xuan and Wang Chongyang!"

Zhang Liang said with a smile:

"After finding Tang Xuan, seniors can compete swords with him, and they can also see Tang Xuan's swordsmanship."

The old man sighed:

"My regret is not Tang Xuan, but Wang Chongyang."

"There are very few people in the world who can make Wang Chongyang make a move, and there may be no chance to see Wang Chongyang make a move in the future."

Zhang Liang said:

"When Tang Xuan is rescued, senior can let Tang Xuan challenge Wang Chongyang again. I believe Tang Xuan can't refuse the request of the savior!"

The old man nodded, and then said in doubt:
"Since Tang Xuan has the second best swordsmanship in the world, why is he in a life-and-death crisis?"

Zhang Liang said in a deep voice:
"I don't know the specific information. I only know that it has something to do with Luo Wang. The Yin Yang family may also be involved."

The old man said:
"If these two forces are involved, then everything makes sense."

"Although the old man is not from Daqin, he still knows the notoriety of Yinyang family and Luowang very well."

"Especially Luo Wang, who will do anything to achieve his goal, it's disgusting."

"The various mysterious spells of the Yin Yang family are hard to guard against, and it is easy to fall for them."

Zhang Liang tentatively asked:

"Senior agreed to help Tang Xuan and Wei Zhuang?"

The old man nodded and said:

"The way of the sword is inherently lonely. Naturally, the old man can't let the two good seedlings of the way of the sword be cut off."

Zhang Liang asked again: "I don't know the honorific title of senior?"

The old man raised the wine jar, took a sip of wine, and shouted:

"My name is Dugu Qiubai!"

Looking at the aura of the old man soaring to the sky, Zhang Liang felt a little more confident in breaking the situation.

Back in Jingzhou City, after settling down in Dugu Qiubai, Zhang Liang went to the bookstore that had the closest cooperation with Tang Xuan before, and found the owner of the bookstore.

The owner of the bookstore is a middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a big belly.

"I don't know what kind of big business this gentleman is looking for this old man?"

Zhang Liang looked at the attendants around him and said with a smile:

"The fewer people we know about our business, the better."

The man in brocade clothes turned around and walked in,

"follow me."

Zhang Liang then came to a basement, the man in brocade clothes smiled and said:
"Sir, please speak."

Zhang Liang took out a note from his pocket and handed it to the man in brocade clothes.

After the man finished reading, with anger on his face, he said lightly:
"Who do you think you are, Mr. Tang Xuan?"

"Does anyone believe your words? And who will guarantee it?"

"If I spread the news, my bookstore and myself will be torn apart by swordsmen all over the world!"

Zhang Liang smiled and said:

"This news is naturally sent in the name of Tang Xuan."

The man became even more angry, and said sharply:

"You want me to send fake news? You want to impersonate Mr. Tang Xuan's name?"

"Don't even think about it! Get lost while I'm in a good mood!"

"Otherwise, I'll ask the guards to beat you out of Jingzhou City for insulting Mr. Tang!"

Zhang Liang smiled unhurriedly, and continued:

"Your bookstore should be mainly maintained by Tang Xuan's story!"

"I said, if the story of Tang Xuan, including the surroundings of the story, were all handed over to your family for sole management, would you be able to eat it?"

The man stagnated for breath, then sneered and said:
"Even if I could eat it, where did I get it? It's just a joke."

Zhang Liang said firmly:

"I can let you get the exclusive right to manage Tang Xuan's story and its surroundings!"

"Just you?"

"Just because of my status as Tang Xuan's friend."

"Young Master Tang has already left, what proof do you have?"

"If you say you want to prove it, I will leave immediately."

"Slow down! Sir, let's talk first."

"Boss, to be honest, Tang Xuan is now in Xianyang and locked up by the empire."

"Wait, Mr. Tang was arrested? He stopped telling stories?"

"Yes, some people are jealous of Mr. Tang's achievements, and reporting Mr. Tang's story to the empire means rebellion."

"It must be those Confucian scholars, it is those Confucian scholars who would do such disgusting things! My God! Mr. Tang stopped telling stories, how should I live! Damn Confucian scholars!"

"Well, it's indeed those Confucian scholars. How about the boss's consideration for me? He needs help now, and the way to help is the note I gave you. If you do what I say, it will undoubtedly be a disservice to Tang. Xuan's timely help, do you think Tang Xuan will agree to your request then?"

"Mr. wants to release this information in the name of Mr. Tang. I can take a gamble with him. However, the money for printing the book needs to be paid by Mr.!"

"Okay! You just need to distribute the news through Mr. Tang's booklet!"

"Wait, the method on the note can really save Mr. Tang?"

"Believe me, I have paid so much for Tang Xuan, if I can't save him, how can I lose everything? This method will definitely work!"

"Okay, for the sake of Mr. Tang, I will always bet on my reputation as a bookstore!"

Zhang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and finally borrowed the external force to break the game!

Next, it's time to head to Xianyang!