There are no girls. To be honest, with Cao Xiyun's clothes that could smell odor two feet away, the bartender in Yanlou did not drive people with a broom, and they were all the cultivation of famous shops.

So several people were arranged in the seats in the corner of the hall, and the kitchen was in the corner.

Zhao Xifeng and others looked at the interior of Yanlou curiously. A few rural children had never seen such a luxurious restaurant. At this time, everyone looked novel and the standard local buns came into the city.

The reason why Yanlou is famous in Jiangbei is indeed extraordinary. The various decorations and ornaments in the building are obviously guided by experts, and they exude a sense of nobleness everywhere, elegant but not ordinary. Although all kinds of inscriptions and calligraphy and paintings are not written by famous artists, they are quite skillful.

Cao Xiyun was obviously a regular visitor to such a romantic place. After taking a look, he curled his lips disdainfully and sighed with a little disappointment: "But that's the case, if it is opened in the capital, it will be barely at the level of Guiyan Tower."

After saying that, Cao Xiyun took the menu and ordered a few dishes at will.

The waiter looked even more contemptuous. All the dishes ordered by Cao Xiyun were must-order options for regular customers in the building. If you don’t have this skill if you stay here for a long time, you will never have the ability. Therefore, the image of a second-generation ancestor who was young and lost his ancestors and finally fell into ruin is obvious.

The front building of Yanlou has two floors. The first floor is a hall, which is used to receive some ordinary guests. The second floor is divided into private rooms. Whether it is the dishes or the girls accompanying the food, the grade is much better than the first floor, but the price difference is dozens of times. In Luobei City, it is impossible for a high-ranking official to enter.

In the center of the hall on the first floor, there is a wooden platform. Every night, there are singing and dancing girls performing some fun programs. During the day, they will invite the storyteller to take the stage. The legendary events that have happened in the world recently, these storytellers are often just hearsay, and after taking them out of context, they will add some subjective speculations to the point of attracting the eye. If the guests who come to the building are happy to listen, they will often not be stingy with the rewards.

Zhao Xifeng and others would never have thought that they would meet an acquaintance here.

All kinds of dishes were served one after another, and each dish was quite outstanding, dazzling and dazzling. Dong Erpang opened his eyes widened after just one bite. It turned out that things could still be eaten like this? So he threw his cheeks and feasted, and the others were the same. For a moment, everyone in the restaurant looked sideways and chuckled in a low voice.

Just as the few people were having a good meal, two old and two young people crossed the door. The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, his hair and beard were all gray, and he was limping, and he probably had an old disease.

The younger one is a half-aged boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He was led by the old man, with a expressionless face and a numb expression.

The two of them looked quite down and had dusty faces and patches on their clothes, which was not much better than Cao Xiyun.

At first, Zhao Xifeng and his group did not notice the grandfather and grandson. Until the old man walked up to the wooden platform to start talking. As soon as he spoke, the four of them except Cao Xiyun stopped their chopsticks and stood there in a daze.

"It's Uncle Fei!" Sun Wenzhen exclaimed in a low voice, "It's Faber and Sangouzi!"

Feiber was originally a storyteller in the restaurant in Sun Wenzhen's home. He has been living in Panlong for more than ten years. He has brought countless joy and imagination to the guests in the restaurant through stories he heard from all over the country. Zhao Xifeng, Dong Erpang and others grew up listening to the various legends he interpreted. He was also the first fantasy enlightenment of the students of the Panlong Academy for the first time in practicing Taoism.

As for the young man's nickname, Sangouzi, he was the eldest son of Uncle Wang's family and a student of Panlong Academy. Because he did not have the talent for practicing Taoism, he did not enter the district of the school.

After the battle of the Yunhai, the Sun Family Restaurant, along with several nearby streets, was bombed into ruins when Xiao Yin broke into Zhiwei. Sangouzi's house was near the restaurant, and the family's corpses were gone, and Fei Bo also disappeared from now on. After the war, the government spent a lot of effort to find the missing person in the battle, but he never found the corpses of the two. Unexpectedly, they escaped and fell here.

Sun Wenzhen was about to come forward to say hello, but Cao Xiyun stopped him.

"Acquaintances, right?" Cao Xiyun smiled slightly, ordered the exquisite dishes on the table with her chin, and said slowly, "Do you think they are willing to recognize you like this? Have a meal first, and wait for the old man to say he is tired, so it's not too late to talk to him when he goes out."

"Feber is very familiar with us, but it actually doesn't matter." Although Sun Wenzhen said this, he still did not come forward when he looked at Sangouzi's numb eyes.

On the stage, Feiber's voice was hoarse and he began to speak in a northwestern accent.

"Dear readers, what I want to talk about today is the only immortal war that the old man witnessed in his life. It was the extraordinary battle that happened in Panlong Town, our Great Zhou a while ago. Let's talk about it: the old demon of the White Sea blocked the sky and the sea of ​​clouds was destroyed, and the young man Panlong Li Liancheng retreated to Tartars!"

In the next half an hour, Mr. Fei told the restaurant that the story happened in the border town a month ago.

Speaking of the Fanli Liancheng, we can reasonably resist the floating clouds of thousands of miles.

Speaking of Panlong Academy Master Qian died and the heroic soul was immortal.

Speaking of the little princess of the Huangji Sect, she is not fighting with wits and power, and she is defeating the lead clouds and ink!

Speaking of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the most famous person who went to death with great pride!

Speaking of the critical moment, a Zhao family man took out his sword and turned the tide down!

Speaking of the old monk in Ma, he and Bai Hai Zuoji turned into smoke and dust and dissipated under the peach tree...

In the end, the restaurant had already fallen into the mouth.

Although the news of the battle of the sea of ​​clouds was not blocked by the Great Zhou official, everyone knew about the incident in the court's list, but Mr. Fei's immersive description still made the audience's mood fluctuate as the story progressed. Finally, when Mo Qiuyang turned into a wisp of smoke and dust while talking and laughing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even Zhao Xifeng himself was excited with Mr. Fei's inaccurate interpretation.

During the entire storytelling process, Mr. Fei did not stop and keep an eye on the climax of the story, ask for it, without much embellishment or exaggeration, and almost straightforwardly restored the original appearance of the matter.

After the talk, Old Fei sighed and concluded: "The wolf smoke rushes to the moon and the lonely clouds dance, the leaves fall in half of the autumn, and the blood is gone, the maple in the west comes to the west, where can spring and autumn enter the Nine Netherworlds? My neighbors rely on monks, old men, young children, and young girls to force the entry of Baihai. How majestic and magnificent!"

The old man suddenly raised his tone. After admiring, he drank all the drinks given to the guests at his feet in one gulp, and sprinkled another cup on the floor to pay tribute to the heroic spirit who died in the north of Panlong Town.

The blood is gone and the maple is coming to the west, where is the spring and autumn come to the nine secrets!

It was originally a place of fireworks, but at this moment, all the people who listened to the story were all left with passion and iron horses!
Chapter completed!