The guy enthusiastically led the two to the stairs.
The second floor is obviously much smaller than the first floor. Although square tea tables are placed one by one, the spacing is obviously much larger.
Yan Yan and Bo Chengxian picked up a table against the railing and sat down.
The guy neatly wiped the tabletop and ran downstairs to prepare tea and snacks.
As soon as they sat down, a few more people came up from the stairs.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Yan looked at him sideways.
This time, three young men dressed in bright clothes, followed by two servants.
A man of twenty-five or six years old was surrounded by several people.
Although the man was not old, he had a beard on his lips. He was born with a serious look, and his originally white and gentle face looked more and more calm.
The man wore a sarong crown on his head, a black narrow-sleeved square-collar brocade robe, and a gold hook on the side of the silk fish's waist. He hung an exquisite and small carry-on sword.
Several people sat down next to Yan Yan and their neighboring table.
It happened that the tea and fruits ordered by Yanyan were served on the table.
After sending the guy, Bo Chengxian picked up the teapot and washed the cup and poured tea for Yan Yan.
The misty hot tea soup pounced on his face, and Yan Yan's ears moved.
I saw a man on the table next to me pressing down and asked in a low voice: "The young city lord came to such a small town since Canglang City? I can visit this town several times in less than half a day. What's the matter with me?
What is the young city lord concerned about?”
Just listening to the accent, Yan Yan knew that these people did not come from the place where the caravan walked.
And she heard a familiar place name among these people - Canglang City.
She remembered that she had heard of this place when she went to Baiwu Palace for the first time, and later she heard Yu Xinzhu and Shao Yunxin briefly mention it.
Canglang City is one of the several forces on the Eastern Continent that are as famous as Tianbei Island.
Yan Yan was a little surprised, but she didn't expect to meet people from Canglang City in this inconspicuous town.
She couldn't help but look at the people...
Another man from the three said immediately: "Let you follow the young city lord respect you, and ask what you do? The young city lord has his own thoughts on the young city lord, and you can follow honestly."
The man who was scolded was a little dissatisfied: "What's wrong? If you ask clearly, it's convenient to cooperate with the young city lord, and you can also help the young city lord find treasures and return to the city as soon as possible. What's wrong with it? It's better than just touching the darkness."
The man who spoke up to scold the man was speechless for a moment and said unhappy: "If the young city lord doesn't say it, there is naturally a reason why the young city lord doesn't say it. When you need your cooperation, the young city lord will naturally talk to you. What are you anxious about!"
The man who was scolded sneered coldly: "The young city lord is picking up nice things in front of you. If you really can use it, you may not be able to succeed. Humph! Flatter!"
"Who do you think of a flatterer?" The man who spoke and scolded him could no longer hold back his face and couldn't help but increase his voice.
At this time, the man who had never spoken before was replaced by the "Young City Lord" spoke: "What are you shouting, listen to the book!"
As soon as the man opened his mouth, his two lever spirits immediately closed their mouths.
Yan Yan opened the fresh lotus leaves wrapped in the water chestnuts, and heard a crisp sound from the downstairs.
Behind the table covered with red silk cloth, the storyteller slapped the agglomeration with great force, and everyone in the hall was silent for a moment.
The Storyteller's voice was clear and full of energy: "By saying that, a long time ago, the human race had not been born, and there were only gods between heaven and earth. There were two powerful gods, one lived in the South China Sea, whose name was Zheng, and the other one lived with
Beihai, its name is Hu..."
When Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, he heard Mr. Storyteller's opening remarks: "This story is interesting."
"The two great gods are well-known. Although they live in the two extremes of the world, they have already heard of each other's reputation. Unfortunately, because the journey is too far, the two great gods will not meet each other. For this reason, the two gods feel very regretful.
”
"There is a god in the central place, and its name is Hun Dun. He is skillful and hospitable. He often invites all the sacred places to come to his temple and cook them with nectar and fairy fruits to treat them warmly..."
The storyteller shook his head and said with emotion.
The guests in the tea shop are focused on the needle and can be heard.
But as he listened, Yan Yan felt something was wrong.
In addition to the storyteller's voice, she also heard another voice...
Retracting his gaze from Mr. Storyteller, Yan Yan turned his head and searched for the source of another voice.
Then she saw a small body sitting on the ground behind the curtains hanging not far away, just like the storyteller, shaking her head and chanting...
Yan Yan raised her eyebrows.
She had seen this boy, and it was the child from the mute woman’s bun shop.
When she was buying buns in the morning, the child was coming out of the shop with a bookcase and entering a private school across the street.
The child sat casually behind the curtain, learning exactly the same as the storyteller, expression, tone, tone, and pause.
As if he felt Yan Yan's gaze coming to this side, the boy stopped and turned his head to look over.
The black eyes met Yan Yan's gaze, and they were stunned for a moment, and then the boy laughed first.
Yan Yan also smiled, waved to him, then pointed to the water chestnut on the table, and said in a lip-shaped manner: "Come here to eat."
The boy stood up, patted the gray on his butt, and slightly tidied up his clothes, and walked towards Yan Yan generously.
Take the water chestnut from Yan Yan's hand, and the child thanked him, holding the water chestnut, and planned to turn around and return to the corner just now.
Yan Yan called the child: "Just sit here and eat." After that, he poured a cup of tea for the child.
The boy was not shy, and sat down on Yan Yan and Bo Chengxian's tea tables openly, thanked him again, picked up the teacup Yan Yan placed in front of him and poured it in one breath, and then started peeling the water chestnuts.
Bo Chengxian looked at the ordinary mortal child, sitting between himself and Yan Yan, without any restraint at all, and couldn't help but smile, "Is this really a child grown up with a snack shop? His personality is rare and calm, just
I don't know how the roots and bones are."
Bo Chengxian did not hide his appreciation for the boy, so he intended to accept disciples.
The child raised his head and showed a clear smile to Bo Chengxian. His dark eyes were curved and he responded neatly: "I can't practice. I used to hurt my dantian when I went up the mountain to hunt with my father. The old monk in the mountain said that it would not be cured.
.”
Bo Chengxian's eyes showed regret: "What a pity, this child speaks clearly. If he can enter the mountain gate, he should be a good seedling."
As a cultivator and a great disciple of You Changqing, Bo Chengxian was used to recruiting talents for the sect as long as he went out.
Yan Yan smiled and said, "A good person has good fate. Didn't you just say that the mute boss who sells buns is kind-hearted, but unfortunately she can't speak. She can't speak herself, but she has such a well-behaved and intelligent child. It's not that God's reward for her."
Bo Chengxian nodded immediately: "That's right, the sect leader taught us before that the way of heaven is fair and true."
Yan Yan asked with a smile: "What's your name?"
The child held half a water chestnut in his mouth, lowered his head and carefully peeled the remaining half, and replied vaguely: "Chen Zhen."