Comprehensive martial arts storyteller: I, a sword can open the gate of heaven

Hearing what Ye Chen said, Bai Zhantang was immediately moved, and immediately said with red eyes: "Little Ye Zi, I knew I was right about you."

"You are really kind to me."

Ye Chen said with a wry smile: "Stop it, we are not such sensational people."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave these Jiaoli to you to deal with. I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

Ye Chen hurriedly got away and left, there was no other way, because he was really not a sensationalist.

……

In the next few days, Bai Zhantang's realm began to rise rapidly.

Because of Ye Chen's existence, Bai Zhantang finally felt the feeling of being out of control.

At the same time, this issue of the story in the snow has once again spread all over the world.

What is different from the past is that most of the previous stories in the snow were concerned by people from the rivers and lakes.

But this time, it attracted the attention of many Confucian scholars.

Capital, Guozijian.

Many students gathered here to discuss the latest issue of Snow Storybook.

"Wonderful! Hahaha, wonderful! This snow story is really wonderful!"

"Mr. Ye has always found a pursuit for scholars like me when this book of stories in the snow comes out."

"The Zhang Fuyao in the storybook is really a saint, so what if a person like him enjoys 800% of my Confucian luck for [-] years!"

"I used to think that only the Four Books and Five Classics could read the essence of my Confucianism, but I didn't expect that I could see it in such a novel."

"At first I thought that the storybook novels were heretics, but after looking at Mr. Ye's snow-covered storybooks, I realized that I was superficial."

"Everyone, did you go to Qixia Town together? I really want to see Mr. Ye's storytelling scene with my own eyes!"

"Extremely extreme! Let's go together!"

……

This issue of Huazhonghuaben itself caused an uproar among Confucian scholars across the country.

Especially Zhang Fuyao's act of guarding the world for 800 years.

How grand it is!
Even these Confucian scholars only felt excited when they read it, and because of this, those readers who were prejudiced against this novel in the past have changed their views.

Confucian students read Huang Lao and recite Confucius and Mencius.This is the first time I have seen the essence of Confucianism integrated into a storybook novel.

It can be said that overnight, Ye Chen turned [-] students in the Prince's Prison in the capital into direct book fans.

And with the passage of time, when the book of the story in the snow is spread all over the world, at that time, I am afraid that all the students in the world will become fans of Ye Chen's book.

In the Forbidden City, Zhu Youjian was reviewing the memorial.

"Your Majesty, I beg to see you." Cao Zhengchun's voice sounded from outside the door.

"come in."

In the next second, Cao Zhengchun pushed the door open and entered.

Not seen for many days, Zhu Youjian looks much more mature than before.

It's just that there is a lot of fatigue between the brows.

Cao Zhengchun couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw it.

But what he can do is to collect some things about Tongfu Inn and tell Zhu Youjian to make him happy.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Ye's new episode of Snow Story has been delivered, please see when you have time to read it."

Zhu Youjian nodded: "I'll read this memorial in my hand as soon as I finish reviewing it."

After about a stick of incense, Zhu Youjian put down the brush in his hand.

"Give me the book of stories in the snow! By the way, did any interesting things happen in Tongfu Inn this issue!"

Cao Zhengchun said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, this... During this issue of storytelling, someone did go to the Tongfu Inn to make trouble."

"But don't worry, the emperor, Mr. Ye has already dealt with the matter, and the person who invaded Tongfu Inn has also been beheaded by Mr. Ye."

"It's just that this person's identity is a bit troublesome."

Zhu Youjian couldn't help frowning: "If there's any trouble, let's hear it."

Only then did Cao Zhengchun continue: "Your Majesty, the person who went to the Tongfu Inn to make trouble is called Gong Jiu, and he is the eldest son of King Taiping."

Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhengchun told all the ins and outs of the matter.

Zhu Youjian immediately raised the case: "What a Taiping King, he really adopted his son without teaching him, and dared to collude with foreigners. He deserves death."

"If King Taiping dares to make trouble, I will withdraw his throne!"

Cao Zhengchun said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't worry, King Taiping is a man who understands righteousness, he did not pursue this matter, and even handed over a memorial to the Emperor."

"It's probably the emperor, you haven't seen it yet!"

Zhu Youjian came to a sudden: "So that's the case, then let him be sensible, otherwise, I must hold him accountable!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Youjian read the book of stories in the snow seriously, and laughed out loud from time to time.

Soon, Zhu Youjian finished reading all the contents of the storybook, and couldn't help sighing: "In this life, my status is respected, and the glory, wealth and honor are inexhaustible and inexhaustible."

"But when I think about it carefully, the days when I lived with Mr. Ye in Tongfu Inn were the happiest."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Youjian couldn't help showing a trace of sadness on his face.

What about the emperor in the world?If you don't want to leave yourself a "faint king" in the history books.

You can only work hard for a lifetime, and you can't experience the so-called happiness at all.

Seeing the look on Zhu Youjian's face, Cao Zhengchun felt very uncomfortable.

After hesitating again and again, he finally said to Zhu Youjian: "Your Majesty, when I went to Qixia Town to announce the decree, Mr. Ye invited you to stay in Tongfu Inn for a while."

"I don't know what your majesty wants?"

Zhu Youjian's eyes lit up: "Is this true?"

Cao Zhengchun said with a smile: "Seriously, and Mr. Ye also said that this time, you will not be charged for your room and meals, Your Majesty."

Zhu Youjian laughed loudly: "Mr. Ye will not take advantage of his advantage, Lao Cao, make arrangements, and we will go out of the palace right away!"

……

Somewhere unknown.

In a small farmyard.

A middle-aged man in white was lying on a recliner with a comfortable expression.

At this time, in the kitchen, there was another beautiful woman cooking.

When she looked at the middle-aged man in the yard, she couldn't help showing a smile.

Her smile is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

For her, her smile is not a sword, but it is sharper than a sword!
And it was such a warm and harmonious picture that was broken by the arrival of a person.

A man with no right hand but an iron hook appeared in the yard.

But the middle-aged man was not surprised by the sudden appearance of this person.

"Why are you here again?" The middle-aged man saw him and immediately put his hands on his forehead, looking quite headache!
Then he closed his eyes immediately, as if out of sight and out of mind.

"Are you really not planning to go back to the Azure Dragon Club?" the man with a hook on his right asked aloud.

And this short sentence immediately revealed the identities of these people.

The man with a hook on his right is Fang Longxiang, the second dragon head of the Qinglong Society.

The middle-aged man lying on the recliner is Bai Yujing.

As for the one cooking in the kitchen, it is naturally Yuan Zixia whose smile is stronger than a sword.

Under Fang Longxiang's gaze, Bai Yujing slowly shook his head: "The life of the Qinglong Club is not suitable for me. Only the three dishes and one soup in this small courtyard is my real belonging."

Fang Longxiang said: "But Qinglong will have an accident."

Bai Yujing still had a calm expression: "I'm no longer in the arena, it's useless for you to tell me these things, I don't want to hear it, and you don't have to say it."

Ignoring Bai Yujing, Fang Longxiang said to himself: "Lao Qi, your registered disciple, Di Qinglin, is dead!"

Hearing this sentence, Bai Yujing, whose eyes were closed, suddenly opened them.

There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.