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"As time goes by, it has been a while since the last storytelling. Recently, the heavy snow has continued, and it has been inconvenient to do things. Under such circumstances, I am very grateful that you can show your face and support me. Therefore, today I, the shopkeeper, will be self-willed. For once, all the fees at the restaurant in the mountains tonight will not be charged."

As soon as this remark came out, the entire lobby of the restaurant paused for three breaths, and then burst into an extremely enthusiastic applause:

"Okay, the shopkeeper is generous!"

And a few hunters with a bad temper waved their hands, took out a handful of silver from their arms, and slapped it heavily on the table in front of them, which meant that the uncle didn't care about this little money. The lobby instantly became noisy.

Then the vague figure behind the curtain in the light raised his hand slightly, and made a gesture of pressing down. The surrounding noises stopped abruptly, waiting for the shopkeeper below to continue to speak.

But the strange thing is that the shopkeeper behind the curtain has been silent, as if giving people a feeling of hesitation. After a long time, the charming female voice below continued to say:

"Then today's storytelling, I will tell you a story about a storyteller and a heartbreaker."

This female voice with a unique charm fell, Zhao Yu raised his head slightly, his thoughts were flowing in his ebony black eyes, and Jiang Yue, who was at the side, directly reached out and pressed the table in front of him, his whole body tensed up suddenly.

Chapter 1001 The Storyteller and the Heartbreaker

A story of a storyteller and a heartless man.

This story is actually very simple, but also very bloody.

A dejected and handsome prince who was forced to kill his wife by himself met a storyteller whose father had just died and who was wandering around with no relatives and no reason, so some stories would naturally happen.

Then the prince took the storyteller to Tianmenguan at the northernmost end of Daxia. It was very cold there, and there were much more nights than days. It was not a dangerous place where ordinary people could live, but he thought he had met the storyteller whom he relied on for the rest of his life. , without any complaints, devoted himself to serving the prince's life and daily life.

At that time, the Snowman tribe on the extreme northern snowfield was restless, and often went south to do some stealthy and plundering tricks. Therefore, the prince who was ordered to guard the northern border would lead troops to go out every once in a while. This trip usually lasted for several months .

During the long wait, the biting cold wind in the north often scratched the pretty face of the storyteller standing at the gate of the palace, and the snowflakes flying in the sky all the year round often dyed her black hair all over her head. White, but she doesn't care.

Because every time at the gate of the palace, looking at the prince wearing blood armor and returning from killing the enemy, the girl would feel that this is the unrivaled hero in the stories she once told.

"Everyone likes heroes of the world. Every girl in her boudoir will more or less fantasize about the person she loves, riding a white horse, wearing armor, and bringing an army full of iron and blood to meet her. Own."

In the extremely quiet lobby of the Shanzhong Restaurant, the voice of the female storyteller lingered faintly in everyone's ears. Although this sentence did not have much emotional ups and downs, but for some reason, in the entire lobby, the rough-tempered Orion The men, however, were drawn to the heartstrings.

It is true that it is also the dream of every big summer man to add armor and go to battle to kill the enemy.

Then on the storytelling platform in the lobby patio, the storytelling voice with a faint sigh continued to sound:

"However, in this long history, not everyone is the Queen Mother of Xiuyu. Our Majesty Taizu only has one. The grand feat of welcoming the relatives with an army stretching for eight hundred miles, and people from all over the world gathering together, can only happen once every ten thousand years. It is extremely rare, and there are always more sad people in this world."

Speaking of this, the voice on the storytelling platform suddenly stopped, and after a pause of nearly ten breaths, a voice with a little sadness and a little hatred came out:

"The storyteller always thinks that the prince likes her.

"Because every time the latter returns from an expedition, the latter's eyes full of scarlet and murderous intent will gradually disappear when he looks at him, because every time the storyteller cooks food, the prince will always have a trace of it. All that is left is eaten.

"It's also because one day, the prince took her to the city wall south of Tianmen Pass, pointed to a large white land under the heavy snow in front of him, and asked her softly, saying that the imperial court wanted to build a prosperous city on it. Then ask her what she wants.

"The storyteller turned her head away, indicating that she only wanted to stay by his side."

At this point in the story, the expressions of all the hunters in the lobby of the restaurant changed slightly, and their expressions were complicated. Although before that, you could often hear trivia and anecdotes about the old Bei'an King from the mouth of the shopkeeper, but today's story is very interesting. is very different.

Everyone knows that this may be the story of the storyteller of this restaurant, but it obviously ended in tragedy.

Sure enough, the words that continued to radiate from the courtyard below changed their focus, and became sad and lingering, like weeping and complaining:

"The turning point of the matter happened in the afternoon when the heavy snow dissipated. A figure with a blurred face came from outside the gate of Tianmen. Everyone called her the Icefield Lady. The lady came under the towering city wall. Your lord Then he jumped down from the city wall, and after the two confronted each other for half a day, the female holy clothes softly talked about peace, the situation in the north was completely stable, and the whole country celebrated.

"As the situation in the north stabilizes, the construction of the south city is about to begin, but the prince's temperament has changed drastically. He has been in love with the place of fireworks all day long, surrounded by Yingying, swallows and swallows all day long. He is completely different from his previous appearance. But on the other side, the storyteller heard the iron-blooded and fearless prince who controlled the thunder more than once, howling loudly in the dead of night in the room.

"He was crying in the room, and the storyteller was crying outside."

"Because the storyteller knows that his heart is very bitter, he doesn't love her, and he can't fall in love with her for a long time. Even though she has taken care of him for a long time, the latter still needs to have fun to numb the pain."

After the words fell, there was another commotion in the restaurant lobby. The upright hunters looked angry, raised their glasses indignantly, drank it down, and then cursed in a low voice:

"What a heartless man."

"Yes, he is indeed a heartless man."

The resentful voice of the storyteller from below sounded again, but maybe the figure hidden behind the curtain had not been noticed, and before she knew it, she had replaced the word "Wang Ye" with him, and then accompanied by the light on the storytelling table in the courtyard. As the lights flickered, the woman's voice came to everyone's ears again:

"Later, the storyteller went to the prince and told him that she was about to leave the palace, but the prince didn't want to keep her. Instead, he sent her a restaurant in Nancheng, and according to the storyteller's request, he personally raised the plaque.

"Since then, the storyteller has turned back into a storyteller, and she has picked up the old profession that she once relied on to make a living, but the prince is no longer the prince she knew before, and her life is even more extravagant.

"Maybe it's because she still has feelings and fantasies in her heart. The storyteller didn't leave Tianmenguan and went south to the Central Plains, but she had hatred in her heart, so she told the old prince's absurd things in the restaurant, so that others It has become a topic of conversation for everyone in the world after dinner."

At this point in the storytelling, the figure in the courtyard below stopped talking, and at the same time, the story of the storyteller and the prince came to an end, but the diners in the hall were still full of sighs, although the story told by the figure below was full of emotional ups and downs. It's not big, but it has a love-hate relationship beyond words.

"It's really like what Jiang Yue said, this is really a love debt spanning a very long time, no wonder the entire Bei'an Palace allowed this restaurant in the mountains to exist for so many years, and let the whole deeds of the old prince spread throughout Daxia. Perhaps this is also what the old prince himself meant."

On the table by the courtyard, Sima Annan's low voice sounded, and then Jiang Yue, who had been tense since he got up just now, slowly relaxed his whole body, closed his eyes, and responded softly:

"Actually, for the old man, he doesn't care about his reputation in the entire Great Xia. I hope that he will leave without regret before he dies."

Chapter 1002 The Temperature of People's Heart

"Life is alive, fame and fortune, ups and downs, wanting to die without regrets, that's really hard."

Beside the courtyard of the restaurant in the mountains, Sima Annan gently placed the folding fan in his hand on the table in front of him, then turned his hand to pick up the cup, took a sip of tea, and moistened his dry throat.

At this time, there was already a whole table full of dishes in front of everyone. They were served by the middle-aged waiter during the process of listening to the book, but until now, no one has put down their chopsticks.

Not only the place where Zhao Yu and others were, but almost all the diners in the lobby felt that their mouths were dry and their appetites were greatly reduced, and they no longer had the desire to eat.

After Sima Annan's sigh fell, Xue Bancheng, who was listening silently, raised his head, looked at Jiang Yue beside him, with a solemn face, and slowly said:

"Before the old prince died, although he was crying and laughing, he was so heroic and unparalleled, like a giant of heaven and earth who really controlled the thunder, and he died voluntarily, so in my humble opinion, although it is impossible for him to It ended with no regrets, but it was a relief."

"He has apologized to too many people in his life, whether it's us who are children, or the woman who has had a relationship with him like the storyteller below, he can't pay back what he owes, but fortunately he didn't He owes Da Xia, who he has dedicated his whole life to, otherwise, his life would be considered wasted."

After Jiang Yue finished speaking, he also picked up a large bowl in front of him and drank it up, but what was in this bowl was no longer tea, but wine. For Jiang Yue, spirits were already so bitter, let alone tea. ?

"Liang Po, fill a glass of wine for me too."

Suddenly, a steady voice came out from Zhao Yu's mouth, and the young emperor's gaze was fixed on the slender figure above the curtain whose shoulders were shaking slightly under the light. Zhao Yu knew that this man who had just finished telling his story The shopkeeper's female shopkeeper was tearing down her face at this moment, suppressing her emotions tightly.

The old Bei'an King has passed away, and for this middle-aged shopkeeper with a little resentment, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, everything is about to come to an end.

"Your Majesty, the wine is full."

Liang Po's soft voice pulled Zhao Yu's thoughts back, and then he retracted his gaze, continued to raise his hand, and pointed at the big bowl in front of Xue Bancheng, signaling to fill it up as well.

When the murky spirits in the jug were poured into the bowl, the pungent smell of the wine rushed to the face instantly, and Xue Bancheng, who had secretly tasted the taste of spirits in Liuli City, had a pair of extremely charming Immediately, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly suppressed the feeling of wanting to cough in his throat, and then he heard the voice of the young emperor continuing to ask:

"Xue Bancheng, the old Bei'an King is your guide to Daxia, so in a sense, once I approve your entry into Xia, then you will be a member of the Jiang family. At this time, you have heard After reading such a story, how do you feel?"

As soon as this question was asked, a thoughtful expression appeared on Xue Bancheng's face, and after a few breaths, he respectfully responded:

"Returning to Your Majesty, to be honest, grass people can't empathize too much, because it was impossible for this to happen on the snowy field, or it can be said to happen at any time. Among the snow people tribe, those women who have no fighting ability, even She doesn't even have the qualifications to speak, let alone spread the private affairs of high-ranking people like the female shopkeeper below, so she will be killed."

"This is the first threshold for you to integrate into Daxia, into the different world you dream of, change the original concept of being in the snow field, and understand the culture that belongs to Daxia and the human race."

Zhao Yu picked up the bowl in front of him, and after taking a sip, his eyes frowned slightly, because the wine in Tianmenguan restaurant was stronger than he imagined, although it was not as strong as Xuantian wine, which was the strongest in the world. , but it is far more than ordinary wine. After taking a sip of wine, accompanied by a surge of heat, the young emperor continued to open his lips lightly, and said lightly:

"Among all the dossiers that participated in the interrogation of your ministries throughout the Great Xia, almost the same comments were written by coincidence, and at the end of the condensed dossier given to me by the cabinet scholar Xiao Su, there was such a sentence written.

"This person is thoughtful, extremely intelligent, and at the same time full of courage. He dared to stab the heart of the great master's father with a dagger without changing his face. He is a generation of tigers and wolves. However, his heart lacks awe and warmth, and he is unrestrained Under hanging, it is easy to become a heartless and cold-blooded person, I hope His Majesty treats it carefully."

After the young emperor's steady voice fell, Xue Bancheng lowered his head slightly, staring at the murky liquor in front of him under the dim light, and pursed his lips tightly, then Zhao Yu's imperial voice lingered in his ears again:

"drink wine!"

After hearing the words, Xue Bancheng directly picked up the big bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, suddenly a fiery breath rose from his belly, he couldn't hold back anymore, and coughed violently.

"This time, can you feel the temperature?"

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel it. It's scorching hot."

The coughing response from Xue Bancheng fell, Zhao Yu showed a smile, and continued to speak:

"I know you are very ambitious, but on the land of Daxia, the way you display your ambition will be completely different from before. I know that in the Xuemin tribe, everything is based on survival, but in Daxia, let all children The right of the people to survive and reproduce, that is my responsibility!"

The young emperor's words were categorical and decisive, with the supreme arrogance of swallowing mountains and seas, which made Xue Bancheng beside him even forget to breathe. With the power of one person, he carried the right to survive of trillions of people on his shoulders. It was something that Xue Bancheng never even dared to think about!

"Since you are going to Daxia, you must first understand that in this country, people's hearts are warm, and the ashes of the entire history are not cold, but have residual warmth. What the old King Bei'an did for Daxia Everything, Daxia and I will never forget.

"Although survival of the fittest is still the essence of the avenue, most of the people who walk on this land have a kind of power in their hearts, which can give people the courage to do things that ordinary people can't understand. If you don't believe it, look at it. "

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu lightly raised his hand and pointed to the courtyard below, and then everyone looked down, only to see that the oil lamp that was lit on the storytelling table had been extinguished at some time, making the whole place dark At the same time, there was a low choking sound.

Then the choking sound turned into sobbing, and at the same time, a crying song lingered in the entire lobby, like weeping and complaining, like complaining:

"At a glance, decades of right and wrong, it's hard to judge who's right and wrong, you're all over the place, you're notorious, acquaintances are just a scene, thousands of words, a hundred words can't be argued, and when the love is deep, it makes people resent."

After the singing, the entire lobby of the restaurant was silent, and then the voice of the female shopkeeper came out again, lingering in everyone's ears:

"To put it bluntly, all that my family has done these years is just to let him come and see me. Now that he died in battle with honor, right and wrong, with a handful of loess gone, the hatred of my family has become rootless duckweed.

"So after the big funeral tomorrow, the restaurant in the mountain will be closed and never open."

Chapter 1003 Love and Ruthlessness

Tianmenguan Nancheng, in the courtyard of the lobby of the mountain restaurant, after the oil lamp on the storytelling table was extinguished, the dim light never came on again.

The diners who have not left for a long time in the restaurant do not know whether the figure behind the curtain is still there, whether they are still in tears, but they know that the busiest restaurant in the southern city of Tianmenguan will open today. Completely draw a full stop.

From now on, never open!

For the storyteller of this restaurant, after the passing of the old Bei'an King, this restaurant in the mountain lost its meaning of existence, and for the hunters and businessmen who made a living in Tianmenguan, it also means that they will be less and less from now on. A gathering place where you can listen to a book quietly.

This is undoubtedly a great regret.

But just as the girl from the shopkeeper sang, it is difficult to tell right from wrong in a word of love, so everyone in the lobby, including Zhao Yu and others, felt that the shopkeeper's decision was unexpected. , but within reason.

At the table by the courtyard, under some dim lights, the strong smell of wine permeated the surroundings, and the bowls in front of Zhao Yu and the others were filled with spirits except for the red-eyed pearls.

The girl's family is sentimental, not to mention that Pearl grew up in Tianmaguan, a world of ice and snow since she was a child. Although she grew up a lot in the blood and fire of the extreme northern snowfield, she has not experienced too much human sophistication. Still as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Therefore, under the melancholy atmosphere at this moment, the girl's big eyes gradually filled with tears, and then secretly lowered her head and reached out to wipe them away, but unexpectedly, the tears became more and more, and she turned into a big tabby cat after a while.

Just when the girl was at a loss, a big hand held a handkerchief under the table and handed it over. Pearl raised her head and saw a burly figure and a delicate face that was incongruous with it.

"Thank you, Master Liang."

After Pearl muttered something in a low voice, she picked up the handkerchief Liang Po handed over to wipe off the tears on her face, and then Sima Annan put down the wine bowl in his hand, sighed slightly, and said slowly:

"The human race in the whole world is actually very strange. The environment is dangerous. When there is no food to eat, survival is the first priority. But once the survival is free, they will desire more, and the seven emotions and six desires will follow. I don't know. In that mysterious and unusual land of Taixuan, is there any race that is inherently ruthless?

"And if it has been ruthless and desireless since birth, and only pursues the great way and strength, if such a race exists, how terrible would it be?"

"I once heard a saying from Jiansheng girl that only a pure sword can know the direction to stab, and if a race is as pure as a sharp sword and is not trapped by emotions, it really makes people think about it." The hairs stand on end."

In the voice that came out from the little prince Jiang Yue afterwards, there was an extremely dignified expression, and then on his stern face, the expression of shock became more and more intense, and then he murmured:

"After being mentioned by Sima Annan, I now begin to believe that in that land of great mystery, there may really be such a race of innate Dao species!"

After finishing his speech, Zhao Yu, together with the people around him, looked at the young emperor who was sitting upright, but his eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something, Zhao Yu's expression was as usual, without much ups and downs. He seemed to feel several gazes looking at him, raised his eyes slightly, and then said:

"It is said that the Land of Taixuan is vast and vast, with thousands of races. Even the Heavenly Dao of our Divine Land hides everything about the former, which is enough to show its strength. Coupled with countless years of survival of the fittest, under the gestation of inheritance, It is entirely possible for the so-called natural Dao species that you and others are talking about to appear.

"This is also what I have always said before. Although our Great Xia is not afraid of the ordinary forces that are as numerous as a cow's hair in the land of Taixuan, the hidden races and sects that hide behind many scenes and take the world as their chess pieces are the real enemies. Perhaps This includes the ruthless, desireless, and absolutely rational natural Dao species that you said!"

Zhao Yu's steady imperial voice made Sima Annan and the others look even more serious. In fact, there was still a word in Sima Annan's heart that he hadn't said, because if he said it, then the entire sky of Tianmenguan would be destroyed. The wind was churning and the clouds were surging, and there were bursts of blood and thunder.

Although Sima Annan didn't open his mouth, he knew that Zhao Yu and others must also be able to think that the Heavenly Dao that controls the entire world is absolutely ruthless, desireless, and emotionless!

Perhaps everyone felt something, so the corner next to the lobby patio fell into a moment of silence, and then the voice from the young emperor continued to sound:

"Actually, in my opinion, no one can define the strength between sentient and ruthless, and ruthless must be stronger than sentient? This is not necessarily the case."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal to Liang Po on the side to pour a cup of tea to sober up, and then continued:

"As the saying goes, Dao is fifty, Tianyan is 49, the remaining one is the variable, and this variable is love, because the Dao is ruthless, so it can't judge the word love, how much power it will give people, it can be Give people the strength far beyond what they have, even the courage to face death.

"The village woman who had no strength to restrain the chicken, in order to save the child under the carriage, could lift the heavy vehicle with bare hands that several grown men could hardly move, and the soldier who was already seriously injured, in order to send to the front line Information, you can rush for ten days without eating or drinking, and you die of exhaustion after being delivered, all these examples are enough to prove the power of the word love."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yu stared at the few people in front of him with ebony black eyes, but there was a kind of majesty in Rang's gaze, and then Emperor Huanghuang's voice rang in his ears:

"Don't underestimate yourself, I believe that the human race, as the spirit of all things, has the emotions that surpass all races, so in a sense, the human race has the strongest resilience, the most unyielding spirit, and the most united country , and the greatest glory!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu stretched out his hands to hold down the desk in front of him, calm and calm, but the voice contained the momentum of swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and once again clearly entered everyone's ears:

"Fighting the ruthless with affection, I don't think that our Great Xia, our vast land of Shenzhou will be defeated. Maybe there are also those ruthless people in the land of Taixuan right now, talking and fearing us sentient beings!"

At the same time, just as Zhao Yu's confident and steady voice of the emperor was rolling around, in the land of Taixuan, the capital of the upper central kingdom, ice and snow all over the sky suddenly poured down from the sky, covering the entire capital city with an incalculable area in an instant. , Then countless people living in the capital took to the streets one after another, stretched out their hands to catch the white falling from the sky, and murmured in amazement:

"This is not snow, but frost. It seems that the rumor that the Lord of Xuemei Kingdom went to the ruins of the Immortal Palace to meet with the Holy One to discuss the birth of the Northern Sea Immortal Island is true!"

After finishing speaking, people looked up one after another, only to see that above the sky, behind the ice crystals flying all over the sky, the sun emitting infinite light was still hanging high, and beside this extremely dazzling sun, there was a three-wheeled blur The blurry halo is also clearly visible.