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

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

On the streets of Xianyang City, a group of well-dressed men and women with different styles from Daqin walked, commented on the surroundings,

"Xianyang, as the capital of a country, has no cornices, glazed tiles, and beautiful ladies. The street clothes are so shabby that even Gusu City can't compare. It's ridiculous!"

"No! Fourth, Daqin is famous for its martial arts, so it should have spent all its money and food on the army. Naturally, there is not much investment in the corner. Besides, what are the tricks on the street? , can neither eat nor sleep, it is a waste of money and food. Brother Gongye, you are a scholar, do you think this is the case?"

"The third brother is right. Our son is a person who does great things. How can we stay in the world of flowers and worry about superficial skills? Looking at the streets of Xianyang, we can see that the strength of the Great Qin is not unreasonable!"

"That's right, Gusu City is full of exquisite carvings, cornices and corners, and rockery gardens. I'm tired of seeing it. Now looking at this simple and simple Xianyang City, it has a different taste. Miss Wang, you have seen it." The widest, don't you think?"

"Abixiu wants to talk nonsense. I'm a girl in a boudoir, and I stay in Gusu City every day. I can't be said to have extensive knowledge. If I say knowledge, my cousin must be the most extensive."

"Cousin, don't be self-effacing. Your accomplishments in martial arts classics are already comparable to anyone in the world. In some places, I have to admit that I am inferior. It is not an exaggeration to say that you have extensive knowledge."

This group of people is naturally the group of Gusu Murong Fu who came to Xianyang from the Great Song Dynasty to participate in the Xianyang Sword Discussion.

Revival of the Great Swallow has always been the mission of the Murong family for generations, and Murong Fu has an extraordinary obsession with revitalizing the glory of his ancestors.

In the past in Song Dynasty, Murong Fu could not see the slightest hope. No matter how good he was, he could only stay in the arena, unable to enter the palace, realize even a little bit of class transition, become the ruling class, and revive the dream of Dayan even more. is out of reach.

When he heard that Xianyang Lunjian's reward turned out to be a feudal title, Murong Fu immediately summoned people to come to Daqin, where he saw hope!

If he can obtain the title of Daqin and step into the upper class of Daqin, then Murong Fu has the hope to realize his dream of restoring the country with the power of Daqin, even if Daqin becomes a vassal of Daqin!
Murong Fu brought three of the four great generals of the Murong family this time. Wang Yuyan, who can be called a living dictionary of martial arts, has a total of six people.

He rushed to Xianyang in a hurry. Apart from being excited, his more consideration was to make friends with the heroes who came from all over the city of Xianyang.

Murong Fu knew very early on that to do great things, fame and strength are indispensable.

Fame without strength alone, everything is a castle in the air.

There is no reputation for strength alone, and it is impossible to continue to grow and grow.

As for the heroes of Xianyang City, Murong Fu dare not say that he must win them over, but at least he must gain their favor and start Murong's family's reputation in Xianyang!

At the same time, understand the strength of each competitor, be familiar with each person's strengths and weaknesses, and make targeted responses when the time comes to Xianyang to increase the probability of winning.

Although Murong Fu had full confidence in his own strength during the Great Song Dynasty, Murong Fu did not dare to be careless in this Xianyang sword debate that gathered swordsmen from all over the world.

Murong Fu put away his jade fan, quickened his pace,

"Don't talk too much, visiting Mr. Tang is the business, don't miss Mr. Tang!"

"Understood, son (cousin)!"

The rest followed Murong Fu's footsteps and walked towards the inn where Tang Xuan was staying.

Inside the inn, Tang Xuan had just finished explaining to the waiter in the shop that he would spread the news about his storytelling tomorrow, when he saw a hearty laugh coming from outside the shop,
"Hahaha, this must be Mr. Tang, the storyteller!"

"It's better to be famous than to meet, Mr. Tang is more handsome than I imagined!"

Tang Xuan looked over at the sound, and saw a man holding a paper fan, with a face like a crown jade, and an outstanding temperament, who was smiling and bowing to him, and there were five men, women and men standing beside him like stars.

Tang Xuan looked at the man suspiciously and asked:
"do we know each other?"

The man replied:

"do not know."

Tang Xuan asked:

"Since you don't know me, how do you know who I am?"

The man replied:

"There is no other person besides Mr. Tang Xuan Tang in Xianyang City for such a handsome and handsome person."

Tang Xuan smiled slightly and said:

"It's not that there are none, it's just that you haven't seen them before. Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and Ximen Chuuxue all have extraordinary auras."

Facing Tang Xuan's answer, the man paused, not knowing how to answer.

Tang Xuan smiled again, looked at the man, and said:
"However, they are all inferior to my son, and my temperament is unique in Xianyang City."

"Please, Mr. Murong, sit down and talk."

Murong Fu's face was slightly shocked, and he asked:

"How does Mr. Tang know my identity?"

Tang Xuan smiled mysteriously and said:

"Except for Murong Fu, there is no other man in the world who can make Peony Flower God, Wang Yuyan of Mantuo Villa obediently follow by his side."

"I'm not wrong, Miss Wang!"

Tang Xuan recognized Wang Yuyan the moment he saw her. The coldness and innocence like that of a fairy looks at the world, but there are only a few of them, and the most likely one is Wang Yuyan.

Standing behind Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan blushed slightly, lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice:
"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Tang."

Murong Fu noticed that Tang Xuan's gaze was looking behind him, he was secretly happy, stepped aside, and said to Wang Yuyan:

"Cousin, come and meet Mr. Tang."

"Comment on the Twelve Flower Gods, the name of the cousin Narcissus Flower God comes from Mr. Tang."

I saw a fairy jade bone, a woman in white clothes who did not look like a human being bowed to Tang Xuan, and said softly:
"Little girl pays homage to Mr. Tang, thank you for your love. The little girl is just an ordinary girl in Gusu City. The little girl who is famous as the Narcissus flower god has no luck."

Murong Fu was slightly angry, his face darkened and he said:
"Cousin, what are you talking about?"

"The Twelve Goddesses of Flowers are the titles that women all over the world fight for. It is your honor and the honor of the Gusu Wang family that Mr. Tang can comment on you as one of them!"

Hearing Murong Fu's slightly reprimanding words, Wang Yuyan's eyes were red like a frightened bunny, she stood there at a loss, her powdery face was like a peach blossom blooming, cute and pitiful.

Abi quietly tugged at Wang Yuyan's sleeve, and said in a low voice:
"Miss Wang, don't think about it too much. The young master has no other intentions. He just acted for Mr. Tang."

Wang Yuyan's eyes suddenly brightened again, the flush on her face receded, and she regained her composure.