After the New Year, the coffin shop was no longer open. Even the Sujia Liquor Shop, which was full of wine, was no longer open, but from time to time some people would come around and say something.
Most of them were gossiping about family affairs, or the whereabouts of Mr. Su in the wine shop. Most of them were just making wild guesses that Mr. Su had made enough money and went home to marry a wife.
Of course, there were also those with ill intentions who maliciously sarcastically said that it must be that Old Zhou's bad luck was transferred to Mr. Su after his death, so Mr. Su also died if he could not resist.
Tao'er, the singer, has not been here for some time, and the nearby shops are not very used to it. It's just that this time is not long, and there are singers occupying the pavilion, but it doesn't sound like Tao'er's.
feeling.
What hasn’t changed is the rain in this small town. It’s still rare to have sunny days in a day. It rains for a while. The stone slabs in front of the wine shop and the coffin shop have long been covered with moss, and there are also moss growing on the eaves.
Full of green grass.[
As time goes by, people on this street seem to have forgotten those two lonely people. They forget that every day at noon, a young man will send a drunken old man back to the opposite side.
The business of the teahouse at the end of the street has recently returned to normal. The storyteller still plays one in the morning and then leaves at noon, without saying hello to the shopkeeper or communicating with the fans in the audience.
There was nothing the boss could do about this lonely old man. The teahouse relied on the storyteller to bring in customers so that he could sell a few pots of tea.
The old storyteller has been doing this for many years, so the boss is not surprised. What really makes the boss surprised is that when Mr. Su came on the street, the old storyteller would always say hello to him, whether it was by nodding or communicating with him.
I was worried that Boss Nasu had spent a lot of money to take away his cash cow, but recently I heard that the wine shop had closed down, and I felt relieved.
After greeting the guests today, the store became quiet again. The strange thing is that the old storyteller did not leave immediately today, but slowly packed his bags as if waiting for something.
The owner's surname is Liu. He has opened a teahouse here for many years and has always lived in poverty. It is really difficult to make a fortune in such a small local teahouse.
I got acquainted with an old man who could tell stories by chance, and I got this windfall. The old man's stories were very exciting and attracted a large number of guests. After listening to them, they couldn't help but drink a pot of tea.
I saw something strange about the old gentleman today, which made me a little worried. I thought to myself that something had happened, so I hurried to greet him with a smile on my face.
"Sir, what are you doing today..."
Before Boss Liu could finish speaking, the old man knocked his eyes on the wooden table, interrupting Boss Liu's words. After a moment, he said in his hoarse voice: "I'm leaving."
I don’t know why the old gentleman, who has a loud and emotional voice when he is telling stories, does not have any emotion at all when he speaks, and is even a bit vague.
He didn't care to think about it so much. Those words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Boss Liu's heart. The thing he was most worried about finally happened.
Knowing that he was being discouraged too much, Boss Liu was brave enough to take out a large amount of silver and stuff it into the old gentleman's bag, and just smiled and said nothing.
The old man can also feel Boss Liu's mood. After all, the business has rarely been so prosperous in recent years, and he has been relying on him to some extent. If he leaves like this, it will be difficult to have such a business again.
It’s just that it’s really time for me to leave, and I can’t delay for a moment. If Boss Liu didn’t really respect me, I wouldn’t have come to say goodbye.
After just sighing, he walked through the drizzle and left the teahouse where he had been talking for many years.
There is a thatched cottage in the distant mountains. There is a grave next to the thatched cottage. There is a stone tablet in front of the grave. There is nothing written on it. In front of the stone tablet, there is a wine glass and a pot of wine.
There is a young man in a white robe sitting in the thatched cottage looking at the tomb. I don’t know what he is thinking in his heart. In short, he is not looking at the tomb, because this action has been going on for a long time.[
Maybe something happy happened, the young man suddenly laughed. After a long time, he slowly stood up and said calmly: "It seems that the old gentleman has been waiting for me for many years."
Before he could finish his words, an old man walked out from in front of the grave.
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It turned out to be an old storyteller. He bowed slightly to Su Fan and said respectfully: "Young Master."
Su Fan hurried forward to help him, not caring about the rain hitting his face. There was a bit of solemnity in his expression. This man's origins were extraordinary, which was enough for him to be so respectful.
"I think the young master has already met sir." The old man spoke with some difficulty. It seemed that it was very difficult to say the word sir, and he even choked a bit.
The identity of the gentleman is very precious, so precious that Su Fan cannot even imagine it, and he can only imagine why a person with such an identity would be so sad when talking about that gentleman.
"The gentleman had many disciples, but in his last moments of life, he was able to come and see me..." At this point, the storyteller, who had always had no expression at all, was almost on the verge of tears.
Su Fan originally wanted to go and offer some words of comfort, but due to the difference in status between the other party and himself, as well as the generation gap, he had no choice but to stand aside and lower his head silently.
"The imperial capital must be in chaos now." The old gentleman's words became angry at this moment, and he continued: "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have used that secret technique."
I had imagined several times before what kind of Imperial Master Shangguan Yang spoke of, and what kind of person that Imperial Master was who could make people from the three major families retreat.
I thought that it might be really difficult to meet the Imperial Master in this life. With my status, I might not even be able to get close to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, let alone meet the Imperial Master who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people.
Although he later gained some trump cards in the Imperial City, he did not think that one day he would be able to use the trump cards given by Shangguan Yang.
It wasn't until he opened Lao Zhou's wooden box that day that Su Fan discovered that the sloppy old man he had seen in the past few years was the Imperial Master who he seemed to never be able to touch.
There is a jade tube in the box, which simply records a few things.
First, the Imperial Master has many disciples, and these disciples are all fighting for their destiny.
Secondly, the destined person that the Imperial Master has been looking for for many years has now been found, in the wine shop opposite.
Thirdly, the longevity of the national master is about to be exhausted. In terms of qualifications, he can be the opponent's friend, but he just wants to take a look at the hope of the Song Dynasty.
These three simple things made Su Fan very confused. He originally thought that he was just a common citizen, and the safety of the Song Dynasty had little to do with him. If Tianyuan County was in any danger, maybe he would still rise up.
And out.
But he didn't expect that the National Preceptor had placed the hope of the Song Dynasty on himself many years ago. The Imperial Preceptor was good at speaking, so the National Preceptor's words were always correct.
And the disciples of the national master across from him didn't think that the national master was wrong, because the national master spent all his life and long years of cultivation for this evolution.
Su Fan was at a loss for the sudden mission, and his state of mind, which was about to transform into a Taoist spirit, was disrupted at this moment.
You can't always blame Lao Zhou or the Imperial Master. Because his life span is about to end, so he can only do this, don't choose.[
"Sir, do you like storytelling?" Su Fan invited the old gentleman into the hut he built a few days ago and asked with a smile. He was thinking of someone in Luo City, and this thought suddenly occurred to him.
The old gentleman was not restrained, and he liked the young man in front of him very much. Although the other person's cultivation was a bit unflattering, he was secretly amazed by his demeanor and... the approaching transformation.
"But I like it. I always heard it from others when I was a kid. Now that I have been here in the past few years, I have the opportunity to talk about it myself." The old man stretched his brows and said with a smile, but he still glanced at the tomb from time to time.
The majestic Imperial Master of the Song Dynasty had such a tomb. It was really difficult to deal with it. Su Fan could also feel that it was indeed a bit shabby, and hurriedly explained: "When this junior can one day be able to live in the imperial capital, he will definitely bring the imperial master back to the imperial capital."
The old man suddenly laughed, his laughter was very sudden, which made Su Fan stunned for a moment. Maybe he noticed his gaffe, and the old man quickly turned around and said: "Sir, he likes to be in this mountainous place. If he is sent back to the imperial capital, it would be unreasonable.
He will still look for you in the middle of the night."
Su Fan was suddenly amused by the old man's words. The atmosphere that seemed a bit strange before suddenly became a little more relaxed, so Su Fan could ask questions naturally.
While laughing, the old man still looked a bit bitter. After a brief pause, he slowly said: "Do you know why sir came back here?"
Su Fan was shocked, thinking that the Imperial Master was worried about him and wanted to investigate? But after thinking about it, he thought that the other party was right when he was worried about him, so he didn't have any doubts.
"Sir, I just came to see you." The old man said seriously.
Just to take a look at him, he spent a lot of cultivation. This... Su Fan felt a little sad when he thought about this. The national master was convinced that he was reliable without even seeing him.
And such trust.
Suddenly thinking of a story the old man had told before, Su Fan immediately said: "Sir, Mr. Liu once said that Mr. Liu committed suicide for her useless husband... just so that her husband could rise up."
"Yes, sir, that's the case." The old man said extremely seriously, "Not only sir, all of his disciples will be like that."
An idea that shocked him gradually emerged. The problem was so important that he had to ask: "Did all the people of Peach Blossom Creek also die for me?"
The old man did not answer Su Fan's words, but just smiled faintly and said: "Sir, you did not misjudge the person. I hope you can take the Song Dynasty more seriously, because the Song Dynasty may not be that simple to you."
She didn't understand the old man's words, but she could only watch the old man walk out of the thatched shed, bow down to the grave three times, and then leave, leaving only one sentence: "Tao'er is Xiaoyue. If we are destined, we will meet again later."