I took a sip of hot tea and cleared my throat. Suddenly my eyes lit up. I stood on the stage, looked at Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan and said anxiously: "You two are so concerned about people's livelihood and are concerned about national affairs.
You two have probably heard about Ashoka's death, right?"
Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan looked at each other and laughed softly. Qin Xingyun looked at the old gentleman and said loudly: "I've heard it before, but I don't mind hearing it again!"
Zheng Yuanshan smiled very honestly, nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, this story is very enjoyable every time I hear it, and I don't care if I hear it ten thousand times."
When the villagers present heard what Zheng Yuanshan said, they all burst into laughter.
The old gentleman nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "Now there is another big event happening in the martial arts world, because this event has just spread throughout the Maurya Dynasty."
"Most of your Mawang Village haven't heard about this yet."
The villagers present heard the old man talk about something big happening in the martial arts world, and they all felt very curious.
"Ah? Something happened in the world of martial arts? What big thing happened?"
"Yes, old uncle, please tell me quickly what happened!"
The villagers were vying to get the old gentleman to talk about the incident.
The old gentleman was naturally unambiguous. A mysterious smile appeared on his face and he said loudly: "This matter is actually very simple, but it will not happen again in at least the next twenty years."
It happened."
"This matter is that the eight major sects join forces to attack the Tianquan Sect! Together with the Shaolin Temple, it becomes the nine major sects. The Tianquan Sect, which has been like a wandering cloud and wild crane for so many years, is about to suffer a disaster!"
Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan heard these words clearly, and every word was like a pile driver driving deep into their hearts.
Their hearts clicked together, their expressions changed immediately, and they quickly turned to look at each other.
Although this matter sounds like it has nothing to do with them, the two of them have become very clear a few days ago that Murong Chunyu, the leader of the Tianquan Sect, and His Highness King Zhao are already together.
There will be a big wedding soon, and Murong Chunyu is determined to accompany Zhao Rui to Dashang.
Nowadays, the eight sects suddenly joined forces to attack the Tianquan sect. Can Murong Chunyu survive?
Because this matter was so big, the villagers started a short exchange.
The old storyteller didn't want to pay attention at first. He was just trying to organize his thoughts and start telling the whole story of Ashoka's death that day.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the sudden change in the expressions on the faces of Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan, who were sitting in the crowd, and immediately opened their mouths.
"You two, what's wrong with you? Does the eight sects jointly attacking the Tianquan sect have anything to do with you?"
The old storyteller looked at Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan with shock on his face.
The two of them stood up quickly, crossed their fists and raised their hands to the old storyteller: "Some emergency happened at home suddenly, so I won't accompany you!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them quickly left their seats and hurried towards home.
Since the old storyteller and the two of them were old acquaintances, the old man naturally refused to give up when he saw this.
So he left the villagers present and quickly chased after him!