Me and my Jianghu Tavern

For a moment, he was a little confused, and Li Lingzhi even began to doubt his own sword, and he was fascinated by the anger of cutting the river.

When the leaf reached within ten feet of him, Li Lingzhi seemed to see a lonely swordsman crossing the river on a bamboo raft. With a single slash, the river seemed to be cut off, and appeared on both sides to make way for the swordsman. .

The old man was a pure swordsman, he walked out of his own way, but Li Lingzhi did not, because he believed too much in the sword in his hand.

"That's all." Li Lingzhi put the matter behind him. After all, the knife was not his, and even if he wanted to learn it, he would not be able to learn it.

Li Lingzhi touched the long knife at his waist, his eyes gradually discerned, he shouldn't doubt his own knife, this is a big taboo for swordsmen.

He poured himself a glass of wine, and the aroma of the wine drifted away. Li Lingzhi frowned and drank it with his head raised.

Li Lingzhi tasted the plum blossom wine and was a little surprised at first, but then shook his head.

This wine is indeed good wine, it can be said that it is rare here, but it is too soft, it is not suitable for him to drink, but it does not matter, he is never picky.

"When the news spreads, it will be troublesome to kill that person in the future." Li Lingzhi sighed secretly.

What he didn't expect was that those people who were secretly taking care of Liang Shurong would probably not be able to complete this matter on his own, so he could only make a long-term plan. After he returned, he had to check the identity of the white-haired old man.

After drinking the pot of plum wine, Li Lingzhi got up and prepared to leave the tavern.

"Bill, please."

Zhang Ming looked up and replied, "Eight taels of silver."

Li Lingzhi didn't think the wine was too expensive, so he took out a piece of silver and threw it over, then turned and left the tavern.

Zhang Ming blinked, held the ingot of silver, and muttered, "This man is quite happy."

"Meow." Xiao Qi in her arms dared to speak out when she saw that the man had left.

Yan Bei'an didn't make Xiaoqi feel uneasy, but Li Lingzhi made him feel timid. Both of them are killing and attacking, but they take different paths. Therefore, although Yan Bei'an himself is indifferent, he has a kind of Confucianism. breath.

The sun fell on the official road, and Zhang Ming looked up. At this time, the tavern was always less lively and lifeless.

He wondered if it was time for him to find a mistress, so that the tavern wouldn't be so dull.

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Why don't you go to Jian'an City for a stroll."

It's not much more lively than this tavern.

Besides, Zhang Ming also wanted to go to the theater again. If life has been as dull as water, it would be just a kind of sadness when placed on ordinary people.

"Go, Xiaoqi!"

"Meow."

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……

In the past seven days, it has become more and more lively day by day. Every night is brightly lit, people come and go, and many small businesses and hawkers have appeared in many places that are not downtown.

Zhang Ming caught up with the closing of the city gate at the last moment and entered Jian'an City.

As dusk approached, seeing that the sun was about to set, Zhang Ming hugged Xiao Qi and rushed to the last inn.

"Hey, the guest officer is here again? Do you still stay at the inn?" The shopkeeper of the inn smiled.

Zhang Ming was a little surprised, he didn't expect the innkeeper to remember him.

"Also, go to the room."

As usual, he opened an upper room, and then he went out for a stroll with Xiao Qi in his arms.

As night fell, gong beaters came out of every alley as usual, calling on people from every household to light up lanterns.

"clang!"

"Light up the lights!"

Compared with the first day, there are fewer lanterns hanging today. The heavy rain last night destroyed a lot, and I haven't bought new ones yet.

Zhang Ming held Xiao Qi in his arms and watched, while the bell ringer looked at the high hanging lanterns with a smile on his lips.

Zhang Ming stepped forward and suddenly asked, "Old man, how long have you been beating the gong here?"

The old gong knocker was stunned for a moment, and looking back, he thought Zhang Ming was just a passer-by. He grinned and said, "Old man, I have been knocking for more than 40 years. Basically, I knock on this piece every year, hehe."

The old man seemed to be telling the greatest honor in his life, the gong in his hand was shaking, and a pair of straw sandals were in tatters, but he still enjoyed it.

It is indeed a boastful thing to beat the gong for seven days every year for more than forty years.

Chapter 77: Hearing the Goulan Opera Again

Everything in this world is like this, and everyone seems to have something that they never tire of.

It's like Scholar Song talking about going to join the army on weekdays.

No matter what time it was, Wu Manzi was always persistent in bickering with the scholar.

And the gong beater, when he picked up the gong, he probably didn't expect that he would beat it for the rest of his life.

On the other hand, Zhang Ming honestly opened his own tavern, fishing for fish in this world.

Have fun.

Saying goodbye to the old man beating the gong, Zhang Ming walked towards the Goulan where he watched the play last time.

Zhang Ming wanted to listen to the play again. The amazing character on the stage made people feel a little nostalgic, especially the pair of eyes, which were really vivid, but he was afraid of being disappointed. A good character should not just be like a person in a scene.

Xiaoqi flicked his tail, and he was a little sleepy again. For some reason, when he was shopping with Zhang Ming, he always felt sleepy.

"Woo." Xiaoqi yelled, but when he saw that familiar scene, he was alert.

Where is it again!That harsh noise from last time!

Xiaoqi wanted to run away immediately, but how could Zhang Ming give him a chance.

Zhang Ming pinched Xiao Qi's hind legs, and said proudly: "With what happened last time, do you think I will give you a chance?"

"..." Xiaoqi was very depressed, he didn't want to hear the noise, it was too much trouble for the cat.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Ming came to the fence, found an open space and stood down. Compared with the last time, there were a lot more people here, even some stools were added to the fence, and there were still many people standing and watching. of.

"There are quite a lot of people." Zhang Ming was a little surprised. I have to say that the change is a bit big.

The play hasn't even started yet, and most people are talking about their daily routines, discussing interesting things in the city recently, which is how the lives of ordinary people are.

After a while, the curtain was pulled open, and everyone in the audience paid attention and looked towards the stage.

I saw the woman painted in costumes, dressed in pink clothes, showing her charming posture with her gestures.

"It's her." When Zhang Ming saw those eyes, he recognized that Du Liniang was the one who sang.

It's just that I don't know what this person is singing today. Seeing that she is dressed like a weak woman, Zhang Ming suddenly became interested.

"My husband will go six hundred miles..."

The woman on the stage sang it. This passage is the beginning of the story, which probably means that the woman's husband went to the border and has not returned for five years.

Talking about his longing, Zhang Ming stared at those eyes and lost his voice.

Can singing be like this? Those eyes are not dull like water, but really melancholy like missing your husband. People often say that they are expressing affection, and this is the truth.

Not only Zhang Ming was alone, but everyone in the audience was also stunned. Those eyes were really vivid.

"it is good!"

Everyone patted the table and shouted, this is the role on the stage, this is called a play, this role is really amazing.

"sharp……"

A man with the appearance of a scholar took a deep breath and said in surprise: "I thought that there were some low-class people in this hook bar, but when I saw it today, it seemed that I was a little foolish."

"Little brother, the most expressive opera singer in Jian'an City is the person on this stage."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and quickly cupped his hands and asked, "Dear man, do you dare to ask the girl on the stage who is her name?"

The person beside him smiled and said, "I said, don't you, a scholar, have taken a fancy to the girl on this stage?"

Hearing this, the scholar-like man felt ashamed, and his face turned red.

"The woman's surname is Su, and her name is Su Tan. She is a famous actor in this Goulan, and almost everyone who comes here to listen to the opera knows it." A person beside him patted the scholar on the shoulder and didn't ask any more questions.

The scholar was a little delighted when he heard the words, looking at the woman on the stage, his heart of admiration was ready to move.

Zhang Ming was not far away from the two of them, so he naturally heard it too.

"Su Tan..." Zhang Ming murmured, this is a good name, people in ancient times had a good name for it.

Between high and low voices, the woman on the stage performed the scene vividly, and everyone in the audience clapped the table and applauded.

Xiaoqi stretched out his paws to cover his ears, but unfortunately he couldn't cover them completely, because his ears were too big, and he suddenly became irresistible.

The show is good, the people are good, I didn't let myself down, whether it's Du Liniang or the lonely woman on stage, this character called Su Tan, they all sing very well.

He suddenly wanted to show the playbooks he had written to the person on the stage. If she could sing, maybe it would have a different flavor.

At the end of a scene, the leading actors stepped off the stage to rest. Like last time, the storytelling was changed.

"Meow." Xiao Qi raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, there was no harsh voice, and his little life was saved.

Zhang Ming took a look at the layout of the stage. There should be a yard in the back, and all the corners should be behind. He wanted to see if he could go in.

.........

.........

Su Tan took off the hair ornament on top of her head, her makeup had not faded, and her appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror.

She sighed. Over the past few days, she has performed more and more plays. It used to be two plays a day, but now there are at least five plays a day. Her throat was dry from singing.

The little girl walked up to Su Tan with a porcelain bowl, and said with a smile, "Sister Tan, drink some water."

When Su Tan saw the little girl's smile, the boredom in her heart disappeared without a trace. She took the porcelain bowl, touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Amao, your father will allow you to come to the theater today." ?"

The little girl called A Mao hesitated for a moment, and lied, "Daddy agrees!"

Ah Mao's name was called by her father. It was a nickname, but because the little girl was like a kitten when she was born, hiding and hiding, she got this name.

Su Tan chuckled, even if you are lying, do you have to hesitate a bit? You can’t deceive others, she nodded Ah Mao’s forehead, and said with a smile: “Go back earlier today, or your father will beat you again .”

"I know...I know." Ah Mao's face was flushed.

Su Tan fetched a basin of clean water, ready to remove the makeup on his face. If the makeup stays on his face for a long time, it will not be easy to wash off.

"Sister Tan, Amao is here to help you!"

One big and one small, it seemed that behind the stage there was more warmth that was useless in normal times.

Zhang Ming walked to the entrance at the back and saw someone guarding the entrance, presumably it was the 'backstage' of the Goulan.

The man guarding the door saw that Zhang Ming was a stranger, so he stopped Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was not angry either, and said, "Is your boss here? I wrote some scripts and want to talk to your boss."

"Playbook?" The man at the door was stunned, and looked at him suspiciously.

Actually came to sell the playbook?This person is really used to it. Could it be that we have to pay back the script?

"We don't need playbooks here."

Chapter 78: Mutual envy

"We don't accept scripts here."

Jiang Zheng saw that the man in front of him was dressed brightly, he didn't look like a poor man, and he was holding a white cat in his arms. He always felt that this man was weird, so he wanted to drive him away.

Hearing this, Zhang Ming said, "Can you make the decision?"

Jiang Zheng glared at him, feeling that this person was looking down on him, and said loudly, "Why can't I!"

"Hurry up, if you say no, you won't accept it, let's go." Jiang Zheng waved his hand, wanting to drive this person away quickly.

Zhang Ming was pushed several steps away, his brows furrowed, and then relaxed.

Zhang Ming thought about it and decided to forget it, so he said, "That's fine."

This place doesn't seem very happy, the play is still a masterpiece in this world, if you don't want it, just change it.