As the storytelling progressed, many people crowded in at the door of Tao Yiju. There was no room in the lobby. They were standing in the back, holding tea in their hands, listening quietly.

Fang Qing stood behind Li Feibai without showing his face.

"Sir, Qian Wende loves listening to books so much. It's unreasonable not to show up today." He spoke anxiously.

"No rush, let's listen to the book first." Li Feibai waved his hand, closed his eyes and continued to listen to the book.

Layman Xiangyang patted Xingmu again and continued:

"One day, a local squire wanted to forcefully purchase the cattle from the farmers at a low price, but the farmers refused to agree, and there was a conflict. The local government and businessmen colluded, and the squire teamed up with the local officials to send people to take the farmers back and find an excuse.

, beat him with dozens of big boards, until his skin was torn and his flesh was dripping with blood. Ordinary farmers, without any cultivation, could not bear such severe beatings. After returning home, within three days, he died! This year, Taishu Fangang

Turning sixteen!"

"Poor!" There was a cry of sympathy from the audience.

"Tai Shufan didn't shed tears. He buried the farmers silently and distributed the cattle to the neighbors. At the same time, he changed his name, removing the word 'Fan' and changing it to 'Qiu'! Tai Shuqiu! Full of hatred.

, wait for me to repay you! I think this was Taishu Qiu’s idea at that time.”

"Even Tai Shuqiu knew what he was thinking at that time. He is indeed a layman from Xiangyang." Cheng Tianli praised loudly.

Xiangyang layman didn't take it seriously, drank a sip of tea, and continued to preach: "When Taishu Chou left, he only brought one sword. Strictly speaking, it was a wooden sword! The sun had just set, and he was holding this sword.

The wooden sword walked into the official's mansion... That night, all twelve members of the official's family were killed, but none of the servants and maids were injured! Afterwards, he did not leave the name of the murderer like others. He

In plain language, he only said two words: uncle!"

"You must avenge your enemies, but you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and at the same time you dare to do what you want. You are a true hero!" A young man spoke, his words full of admiration for his uncle.

Patting Xingmu again, Xiaoyao Jushi continued: "The local high-ranking official couldn't sit still now. Taishu Chou's behavior was a naked provocation. So, he sent seventy or eighty soldiers and guards to capture Taishu Chou. These catchers

The highest cultivation level is mid-level Xuan level, and the lowest level is peak Huang level. Yes.

To pay a young boy who has just grown up, this is enough in their opinion. However, things in the world are always not what people want. Taishuqiu did not run away, just in front of the old farmer's grave, in less than an hour, dozens of catchers

He was holding a wooden sword and killed him to pieces, leaving no one alive, and no one escaped!"

"That senior official, I'm afraid his jaw will drop!" Fang Qing was also fascinated by what he heard and commented!

"I'm wondering, at the age of sixteen, what kind of cultivation is he, and whether he can compare with Qian Cheng?" Li Feibai was very interested.

"It must not be low, otherwise for thousands of years, he is the only one qualified to be called a hero of China!" Mo Asan agreed.

"Yeah!" Li Feibai nodded and continued to listen.

"The high-ranking official was furious, and seventy or eighty soldiers died at once. This was no small matter. Taishu Chou successfully attracted the attention of the county guard. So he decided to use all the power in the city to kill Taishu Chou. That was a big deal.

With an armed force of four thousand people! In addition to the high-ranking official himself, a master of the Xuan level, the neighbors asked Taishu Chou to escape. But who was he, Taishu Chou, such an arrogant genius, how could he escape? He sat quietly

At home, clean the wooden sword and wait for their arrival..."

"It turns out that this is how Uncle Qiu was forced to go to Liangshan." Li Feibai muttered to himself.

"Sir, what is Liangshan?" Fang Qing asked in confusion.

"It means being forced to rebel."

As he spoke, a man in green clothes squeezed through the crowd and came to the lobby.

He came to a seat by the window, and there was already a man sitting there. When he saw him coming, the man immediately stood up and respectfully gave up his seat to him.

"Sir, Qian Wende is here." Fang Qing saw him and said excitedly.

"I saw it." Li Feibai stretched out his hand and motioned for him to speak lower.

"It seems that someone has reserved a seat for him in advance, so I said, Master Xiangyang is here, why doesn't he come?" Fang Qing was eager to get ready.

"Come downstairs." Li Feibai stood up from his seat and led Fang Qing along the inside of the corridor to Xu Qianqian's room.

In order to facilitate the operation of Tao Yiju, Xu Qianqian has changed her bedroom on the third floor into the most luxurious private room, and moved herself to an ordinary bedroom on the first floor.

Li Feibai was dressed as a businessman, while Fang Qing was dressed as Tao Yiju's servant, so their actions did not attract special attention. At a glance, they just thought they were a waiter taking a guest to taste tea.

"Sir, he's here." Xu Qianqian spoke immediately after entering the room.

"Yes." Li Feibai nodded, and then said to Fang Qing: "Let's take action."

"Yes, sir."

Fang Qing was at the mass grave that night and overheard the voice of the person burying the corpse. Li Feibai set up a storytelling desk in Tao Yi's residence to lure Qian Wende here and let Fang Qing confirm whether the person who buried the body that night was him.

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On the storytelling table, layman Xiangyang was telling the story of how Taishu Qiu established his own dynasty vividly. The people in the audience were very self-conscious and did not say a word for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

Fang Qing took the saucer with a teapot on it, walked out of the back hall and went straight to Qian Wende's location.

"Sir, please bring me some tea."

He first added tea to the person next to him, and then turned towards Qian Wende.

"More tea, sir."

Qian Wende was listening with great interest and didn't pay attention at all. He just tapped the table with his fingers a few times, indicating to Fang Qing that he could add more tea.

Li Feibai and Xu Qianqian, who were observing secretly, could not help but frown when they saw this.

"Sir, he doesn't seem to be talking."

"The mouse will find a way." Li Feibai replied calmly.

Fang Qing remained calm on the surface, adding tea skillfully in his hand, but his head was racing as he thought about strategies.

Yes, he had a flash of inspiration.

If I can't get Qian Wende to speak, then I'm not worthy of following the young master. Fang Qing thought to himself.

"Sir, it's ready."

Fang Qing turned around, and before the spout of the teapot was fully lifted, the tea inside instantly leaked out, soaking Qian Wende's clothes.

"What's the matter with you?" Qian Wende yelled angrily. He immediately stood up and patted the water stains on his body.

"Oh, sir, I'm really sorry. I was clumsy and in a hurry. Please forgive me." Fang Qing bent down and lowered his head, looking terrified as he helped Qian Wende arrange his clothes.

"Go, go!" Qian Wende pushed Fang Qing's hand away impatiently and continued to look at the storytelling table, fearing that he would miss the wonderful part.

Although this episode attracted the attention of some people, it did not have much impact.
Chapter completed!