In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.

The sky is clear and clear, and the golden sunshine bathes the entire Chang'an City.

I thought it would be another normal day, but today it was too quiet.

Yes, it's as quiet as an empty mountain and a deep valley.

The teahouse, which had been in poor business before today, was now overcrowded, and some nimble rangers were even climbing on the top of the locust tree outside.

The storyteller who attracted much attention had tears in his eyes. He was excited about the prosperous life he was about to have, but also felt sad for the man a hundred thousand miles away.

Bang!

Xingmu slapped the table, and the storyteller shook his folding fan and said in a cadence:

"A lonely city thousands of miles away, with white-haired soldiers guarding it alone for sixty years, how dare you forget the Tang Dynasty!"

His tone was neither passionate nor deliberately tragic.

But the copper plates were thrown like a gust of wind and rain, and the inside of the long box was covered with a brocade quilt, which fell silently.

The people held their breath and concentrated. They could not understand the notices in the imperial city and could only come to listen to the books.

"The Central Plains was defeated, the Hexi Corridor was lost, Mobei was lost, and the spirit of our Shenzhou flickered."

"But in Kucha City in the Western Region, the battle flag of the Tang Dynasty is still flying!"

"The old soldier's heavy armor has long been cracked, and there are many gaps in the sword. What should I do?"

"kill!"

"I would rather shed the last drop of blood than surrender to the barbarians. This is the backbone of China!"

The storyteller lowered his head and slowly took a sip of strong wine and closed his eyes:

"A total of 22,000 soldiers died heroically for their country."

"Until yesterday, we didn't know that there was such a heroic iron army that was determined to defend the territory to the death!"

"A scholar spent three years climbing to Yumen Pass. His tongue was cut off by barbarians, and his fingers were chopped off by barbarians. He worked as a slave, jumped over manure pits, and pretended to be dead..."

"But he crawled back!

"

"He used his hands to uncover the dusty sixty-three years. The spirit of Anxi was not buried in the yellow sand. He created a miracle with his mortal body!"

"This is the most tenacious spirit of the Central Plains!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking continuously.

The people's faces turned red, and the blood in their bodies was flowing at an incredible speed.

Magnificent!

"I hate the nobles in the court, I hate the emperors who are obsessed with beauty. If reinforcements are sent, will the territory be lost? How will the heroes of Anxi bury the corpses of the barbarian country?"

A businessman who seemed to have some knowledge shed two lines of tears in grief at this moment.

The storyteller took another photo of Xingmu, shook his head and said:

"The territory has not been lost."

Not lost?

The tea guests looked at each other. Didn’t you say that they all died heroically for their country?

The storyteller smiled and said nothing, and made a pass at it.

But the whole building was indifferent to the onlookers, so if you wanted to whet your appetite, you would go to another restaurant.

"There is another person in the city."

"His name is Gu Changan!"

"From today on, everyone in the world should remember his name, because..."

The storyteller looked dazed and looked out the window, really wanting to take a look at him.

Thinking that it was asking for a reward, the emotions of the spectators were aroused. How could they be stingy at this time? Strings of money and silver were thrown into the box one after another.

"Because he single-handedly carried the territory of the country and conquered the entire barbarian country with his eight-foot body. He is a well-deserved legend of this era!"

The storyteller is sonorous and powerful, and his expression gradually becomes excited.

The teahouse was silent and the people were breathing rapidly. Even though they couldn't read a lot of Chinese characters, they still understood a simple truth.

What have you done to deserve such great praise?

"Three thousand barbarians attacked the city, and the territory was about to fall. Gu Changan was the only one at the top of the city."

"one person!"

"A sword!"

"A flag fluttering in the wind!"

"He did not defend the city. He stepped out of the isolated city and killed the barbarians!"

"At that moment, one man raised his arms and tens of thousands of men were brave, and his anger swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger!"

The storyteller stopped abruptly.

"Then what?" The people's hearts stopped and their voices trembled.

"His body is already riddled with holes, and his blood has already dyed his white robe red!"

"But he never stopped swinging his sword, killing until the world trembled, and only one person stood tall on the battlefield."

"The world was quiet, and he sat back on the city wall again, as if it was another ordinary day, except that there were three thousand dirty corpses outside the city."

The storyteller roared excitedly, clenched the tree tightly and knocked on the table:

"In the realm of death, he did not disappoint the heroic spirit of Anxi, and he did not let the barbarians act recklessly in the territory of the Tang Dynasty."

"One person is an army!"

The entire building was filled with dead silence, the tea patrons looked horrified and their eyes were dull.

They seemed to have been tapped, their bodies motionless, immersed in unprecedented shock.

One person can kill three thousand barbarians?

How brave and unparalleled!

That is the hero we are looking forward to, standing tall and strong!

"absurd……"

The swordsman in the corner stood up and chuckled, suddenly feeling bored, and said in a deep voice before leaving:

"Have you never imagined that the imperial court was so keen on creating gods that one man could kill three thousand barbarians and live in a dream?"

"Don't insult the heroes of Anxi. They are truly martyrs worth remembering. The most fearful thing in this world is water. If there is too much water, the spirit will dissipate."

He is in the fourth level and knows that when his manpower is exhausted, even three hundred, not to mention a pair of three thousand, will kill him alive.

Unless he is a half-step saint, who can dare to guarantee that he will kill three thousand elites with his own strength?

When the people heard this, their enthusiasm gradually subsided, and a sense of loss inevitably welled up in their hearts.

At that moment, tears filled their eyes. In fact, their wish was very simple. They wanted a hero from the Central Plains who dared to fight against the barbarians.

Don't lie and deceive us!

"It's human nature for a young master to be suspicious." The storyteller calmly took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said calmly:

"Please go to the Holy City and see how the barbarians are frightened and furious!"

"Seriously?" The swordsman was dubious.

"Yesterday at 3:00 noon, the pilgrimage tower in the Holy City was devastated, and the barbarian people peed on it to vent their anger, because the barbarian country suffered unprecedented humiliation!"

"A name is well-known in the Holy City, his name is——"

"Gu Changan!"

There was a hint of pride in the storyteller's eyes.

The most important thing for eating this bowl of rice is the news channel.

The central government may have just received it, but he received a letter from a friend in Shu at midnight, and the whole of Shu was boiling!

The swordsman's eyes froze, he opened his mouth, and sat down again.

"You're not lying?" Some people looked nervous, faintly pleading.

"I don't want to be a street rat that everyone yells at."

The storyteller gently shook the folding fan, showing indescribable confidence.

The implication is that if you lie about this kind of thing, you will be drowned in spit unless you don't show up again in the future.

boom!
To be continued...