Su Zhao looked at the young man beside him. He was dressed gorgeously, with brocade clothes and jade belts. The folding fan in his hand was made of white jade. At first glance, he was not an ordinary young man.
When the young man saw Su Zhao's unconcerned look, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "I often come here to listen to this storyteller tell jokes. I'm usually used to being bored. Suddenly I found that the story told by the storyteller is very interesting. What about that?"
Except for Zhang Yuan and Butcher Wang, they are all fabricated. I have searched and found that there is no such person as he described in Dongzhou City."
Su Zhao couldn't help but smile. This young man was really interesting. When someone told a story, he insisted on checking it out to see if it was true or not. He was really an interesting person.
The storyteller continued on the stage: "Usually, you all say that the storyteller is a liar and only knows how to brag all day long. What the storyteller is going to talk about today, you two have to decide whether it is bragging or what really happened!"
"As soon as I saw you were bragging!" In the audience, a young man like a young man laughed loudly, "But the young master likes to hear you brag! Hahahaha..."
"Boss, give the storyteller two more pots of tea, and give me two more pots of tea!" Someone began to reward the storyteller. The two pots of tea would not be served to the storyteller, but would be written down.
It’s a storyteller’s tea money.
The teahouse owner agreed with a smile on his face, and then loudly ordered the waiter to do something.
Other people also laughed, and the whole teahouse was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The storyteller smiled and said: "Don't interrupt first, please listen to me in detail."
After hearing this, everyone laughed. The storyteller said: "By the way, ten days ago, the storyteller was going from Dongzhou City to Nantang City, passing by a place with beautiful mountains and rivers... saw a colorful tiger... the storyteller thought.
, I thought I was finished, but who knew that an immortal master flew out from the mountain. The immortal master pointed his finger, and the colorful tiger fell to the ground, vomiting blood and died. The immortal master ignored the storyteller and ate the tiger himself.
Meat."
"The storyteller did not dare to leave. He stood aside and watched the immortal master kill and eat the tiger..."
"The Immortal Master invited the Storyteller to eat meat... During the process, the Immortal Master asked the Storyteller if he knew where Dongzhou City was? The Storyteller came from Dongzhou City."
"Later, guess what, the immortal asked the storyteller if he recognized a man named Su Zhao from Dongzhou!" the storyteller said with a smile.
Su Zhao was sitting below and was listening with a smile. When he heard his name, he was slightly startled and a little surprised.
Dongzhou City, Su Zhao.
He seems to be someone who knows him!
The storyteller continued: "How did the storyteller recognize Su Zhao, so he told the truth and did not indicate the location of Dongzhou City by the immortal master. When the storyteller came back again, there was no trace of the immortal master."
"Storyteller, I remember that you were not in the teahouse eight days ago. Could it be that you are telling the truth?"
"Wow, the Immortal Master has come to our Dongzhou City!"
Many people were extremely excited and wanted to go out and look for traces of the immortal master. The teahouse owner quickly looked at the storyteller and asked him to quickly explain.
The storyteller caught everyone's attention with a slap in the face: "Everyone, that was ten days ago, and the immortal master had already left Dongzhou City. We don't have any destiny, so don't be obsessed with this kind of misunderstanding.
If you don’t have the chance to be immortal, you won’t be able to catch up with it. Look at the storyteller, the immortal is right in front of you, but there is no way to practice with the immortal!”
The storyteller made himself very miserable, and the people in the teahouse burst out laughing after hearing this.
The people on the side nodded one after another and said: "I heard that the scholar has been boasting for so many years, so these words have reached my heart."
Half an hour later, it was already noon, people in the teahouse dispersed one after another, and only those eating would stay here.
Su Zhao walked to the backstage, looked at the storyteller who was changing clothes, and asked: "Brother, do you still remember what that immortal teacher looks like?"
The storyteller turned around and saw the guest who had thrown the pieces of silver to him. He said with a smile on his face: "My noble man, to be honest with you, I remember the appearance of the immortal master, but if you want
I'm afraid it's a little late to find the immortal master. It's been ten days now, and the immortal master may have already left."
Su Zhao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, please describe that person's appearance."
The storyteller described the appearance of the cultivators he met, how they had fairy aura floating in the air, and how they could see stars shining brightly when they raised their hands. Su Zhao was confused when he heard that no one he knew had such a powerful cultivator.
Whoever.
Su Zhao said: "Don't go to too much trouble. Please tell me about his appearance in detail and I will listen."
What kind of storyteller is "dragon eyes and phoenix eyes, what kind of Chrysostomian constitution."
Su Zhao smiled and said: "Brother, have you not seen what that person looks like?"
What does it look like?"
The storyteller then smiled sarcastically: "The noble man is really smart. I lowered my head at that time and didn't dare to look up, so I didn't see the immortal's appearance clearly."
Su Zhao sighed, thinking that this was indeed the case. When he was about to say goodbye to the storyteller, the storyteller asked: "I don't know the noble person's name yet, so I want to let the villain know it so that I can remember the noble person's reward."
Su Zhao smiled: "My name is Su Zhao."
"It turns out to be Su Zhao, Mr. Su! Su... Su, Su Zhao?" The storyteller followed Su Zhao's words, but by the end, he was stammering and couldn't speak clearly.
When the storyteller came back to his senses, Su Zhao's figure had disappeared. The storyteller was stunned and hurriedly ran out of the backstage.
"Oh, I told you to slow down." A staggering teahouse owner who was hit shouted to the storyteller.
The storyteller had no time to apologize, turned around and ran out of the teahouse, but the young man in black clothes could no longer be seen on the street outside.
"Su Zhao! What a fairy!" The storyteller went back a little disappointed.
Su Zhao had already left the teahouse and came to a shop in Dongzhou City. Liu Qingzhu was arranging his servants to handle matters. When he saw Su Zhao coming, he looked at Su Zhao with crooked eyes and said, "Here you are."
"Come and take a look and see what the head of the Liu family is doing." Su Zhao said with a smile.
Xiaocui and the other maids greeted Su Zhao, and then left the room with a smile.
Su Zhao sat on Liu Qingzhu's chair. The faint fragrance of sandalwood made people feel comfortable. On Liu Qingzhu's desk, there were some Liu family account books and letters that needed approval.
Su Zhao took one look and was not interested, so he reached out and hooked Liu Qingzhu.
Liu Qingzhu's face was slightly red, and his cold face no longer looked majestic, but had a hint of water like the setting sun. Glancing outside the room, Liu Qingzhu walked to Su Zhao's side with small steps.
Su Zhao reached out and grabbed Liu Qingzhu's soft little hand, and then gently pulled it.
"Ah!" Liu Qingzhu exclaimed. His body was unstable and he fell backwards. However, due to the force on his palm, Su Zhao pulled him over again. Liu Qingzhu sat in Su Zhao's arms and said angrily: "How old are you?"
You are such a person, and you are still acting like a child."
Su Zhao smiled and tapped Liu Qingzhu's small and fair nose, and said with a smile: "How old is it? It's not like you don't know."
How could Liu Qingzhu be Su Zhao's opponent? When he heard the teasing words in Su Zhao's words, his face instantly turned red and he did not dare to look up at Su Zhao. This was not the Liu Mansion, but a store of the Liu family in Dongzhou City.
, there is a bustling street outside. If someone walks in, they may see Liu Qingzhu and Su Zhao playing.
"Oh, there are people here, let's talk about it when we go back." Liu Qingzhu whispered, and tugged on Su Zhao's sleeve to tell Su Zhao not to mess around.
Liu Qingzhu was really afraid that Su Zhao would act recklessly and be easily seen by his servants. It would be really embarrassing for the head of the family to do such a thing here.
Su Zhao smiled and said: "You woman, why are you so full of dirty thoughts? Who is your husband? He is a cultivator of the first generation and is upright. How can a true disciple of a righteous sect like the Demon Slayer Sect be that kind of person?"
A dirty person."
"Bah." Liu Qingzhu spat lightly, her face flushed with embarrassment. She could already feel a hard thing pointing at her under her body, still telling lies.
It's just that Liu Qingzhu is thin-skinned and doesn't want to talk about Su Zhao.
Su Zhao looked at Liu Qingzhu, and when he was about to tease Liu Qingzhu, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then returned to his normal appearance. He put Liu Qingzhu on the chair with a smile, and stood up: "I still have a few friends who haven't met yet."
I’ll leave first to catch up on old times, and we’ll talk about other things in the evening.”
"Bah, you bad guy, leave now!" Liu Qingzhu looked at Su Zhao with a look of joy in his eyes. This person always made her extremely embarrassed.
Su Zhao walked away with a smile, and Xiao Cui walked in with a few maids. Xiao Cui said a little disappointed: "Oh, I have already ordered my servants not to allow anyone to come near this room. Why is my uncle gone?
.”
After hearing this, several maids lowered their heads and did not dare to laugh out loud.
Liu Qingzhu's face turned slightly red, and he looked at Xiaocui and said, "You little hooves with a spring in mind, I really need to teach you a lesson."
"Ah, miss, please forgive me..."
Su Zhao left the shop and walked to the south gate of the city. It was originally a long street several miles long. Su Zhao arrived at the south gate of the city in a few steps. At the south gate of the city, a man stood at the door.
The man's clothes were in tatters and his hair was disheveled, half hanging down in front of his eyes. He glanced at the city gate, then shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Fellow Taoist, since you are here, why don't you go into the city?" Su Zhao's figure appeared at the city gate and looked at the man at the city gate.
When the man saw Su Zhao, his eyes lit up and he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Su!"
"Brother Feng, have you encountered a disaster?" Su Zhao asked with a smile.
The visitor, Su Zhao, knew Feng Xiao, the practitioner he met when he was looking for the remains of Song Tiandao.
Feng Xiao almost cried and said excitedly: "Brother Su, I finally found you. I worked so hard to find you!"
Su Zhao walked over and wanted to hug Feng Xiao, but looked at his appearance and gave up.