Chapter 8: The Heavenly Rankings of Martial Arts

  The second Cangshan also emerged from the inquiry of many people, and it was also a question mark.

  Tian Bang Wu Xue? Jiuyin Zhen Jing? Second Demon Horn? Mother's, now the second Cangshan is very confused. Just two days ago, I went to see the Demon Horn and saw him sleeping every day, strolling around the street, what kind of cultivation is this?

  Now, what the Second Master Cangshan needs to do is to return to his study as soon as possible, take a good look at that book "The Legend of Shooting Carvings", and then go find Yaojiao to ask him.

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  A loud "crack" resounded through the hall.

  The Way of Heaven reduces where there is excess and adds where there is deficiency.

  A storyteller took a sip of tea and spoke carefully.

  In the hall below, it was almost full of people, with rough and tumble Jianghu heroes, elegant bookworms, rich young masters in luxurious clothes, and even, on the side, there were also constables wearing official uniforms.

  In the hall, there were hundreds of square tables, each table was full of four people, and some tables even had five or six people.

  In front of everyone, there is a uniform two jin of white wine and one jin of beef.

  At this time, he listened very carefully as the storyteller continued to narrate the story of Peach Island and Guo Jing reciting the Nine Yin Manual.

  The storyteller was also extremely excited. In the past, when telling stories in a teahouse, there was no such atmosphere, with all the guests chattering non-stop as he explained. Now, 400 people were listening so attentively at the same time, which was also the first time for this storyteller to show off his skills. At the same time, the story being told was extremely wonderful, and it was the first time in many years of storytelling that he had encountered such a smooth and engaging tale.

  This is the Xiake Hotel after renovation.

  Xiao Zhanggui Xiao Qiao listened with relish to the storytelling, while Lao Qiao stared at the large hero meal on the table.

  There were 450 people, which is equivalent to 4,500 taels of silver.

  It's already been three days, every day is packed, one after another, it's really making a fortune, can't even dare to think about such things. The old master is truly a great talent.

  "To know what happens next, tune in for the next episode." The storyteller's mouth was dry and his tongue parched. But in his heart, he felt extremely satisfied.

  Next, based on the experience of the past two days, everyone can discuss Jianghu affairs on their own.

  "Alas, I say, shopkeeper!" a young man in green clothes suddenly called out.

  As soon as he shouted, everyone looked at him.

  "My surname is Qiao, you can call me Boss Qiao. I don't know what brings this customer to my place, what's the matter?" Old Qiao asked suspiciously.

  "Is this Knight's Tavern really opened by the great hero Youjian?" said the man in green clothes.

  "The Shooting of the Hawk, before it was sold in major bookstores, my store had already changed its name to Xiake Wine House, and even the name of the Great Hero of the Demon Horns was already hung on the signboard. You can ask around, whether what I said is true or not." Old Qiao said calmly.

  "The Great Hero with the Devilish Horns, a legendary figure of our time. I've heard rumors about this shop's owner before, and it's said to be a young child." Another man asked.

  "Haha, the Great Hero of the Wicked Horns has opened this Knight's Tavern for the convenience of all martial artists, to facilitate mutual exchange and growth in knowledge, making a small contribution to the prosperity of our great Zhou Dynasty's martial world. Who opened it doesn't matter, but this is the intention of the Great Hero of the Wicked Horns, and no one can slander him." Old Qiao said with a serious expression.

  "Not bad"

  "Spoken well"

  Below, some big men shouted immediately.

  It's not surprising, in this vast country, the most superior martial arts manuals are concentrated in the hands of major sects or royal families, while folk martial arts aren't too profound. Countless unknown heroes at best play second-rate roles in the Jianghu world, and it's rare for a top-notch one to emerge, only to be suppressed by major sects.

  So, with the publication of this book, Guo Jing's ordinariness grew to greatness and quickly resonated in the hearts of many minor characters. After all, in Jianghu, the mediocre ones occupy the vast majority.

  This is just in the Jianghu aspect, and in terms of storytelling, it's also a thrilling narrative. Not to mention those in the Jianghu, even people from other industries who have read it are deeply moved, compared to the pretentious excitement of some previous stories.

  As a result, it was soon sought after by most of the grassroots. The author of Youjiao was also quickly given the title of "Dahua".

  "But two catties of white wine and one catty of beef, elsewhere would only cost one or two silver coins, why here it's ten silver coins? Isn't this just daylight robbery? I think the boss is just trying to make a profit." Another young master, dressed in luxurious attire, spoke with an air of strangeness, and beside him was placed a long sword, showing that he too was a swordsman from the jianghu.

  "Hmph, if you can't afford it, then don't come in, it's embarrassing." A burly man with a rough demeanor said coldly.

  "You" young master's face turned bright red as he looked at the big man, thinking that even the jade pendant hanging from his clothes was worth several hundred taels of silver, and yet someone had just said that he couldn't afford to eat ten taels' worth of wine and meat.

  Another big Han looked at the young master with a look of disdain.

  Similarly, in the hall, there were many people who were famous for their bitter experiences on the rivers and lakes. Since Xiao Er called it "Daxia Suite", many people immediately liked this term. Indeed, a great hero must eat meat and drink wine generously, this is what a true Daxia Suite should be like. The Great Hero of Ya Jiao was indeed not simple.

  "Everyone, everyone, don't spoil the harmony, the price is set at ten taels, there's a reason for it." Old Joe immediately mediated.

  "Huh?" Everyone looked at Old Joe.

  "This is the consideration of the great hero, he said that there are many heroes in the rivers and lakes, but this shop is not big, how can it accommodate all? However, in order to provide a comfortable environment for the great heroes who enter, the price was set at ten taels. After all, ten taels of silver is not a lot, on many banquets, far more than ten taels of silver are spent. Ten taels of silver is an amount that ordinary great heroes can afford to pay. Those who are not great heroes, of course, do not want to spend this money. If they are heroic and generous heroes from the rivers and lakes, why would they care about these ten taels of silver? This way, it also reduces the problem of overcrowding, only great heroes enter, creating a true heroic tavern." Old Qiao said with a smile.

  The words were spoken with great tact and perfection, making everyone feel comfortable in their hearts, and they all accepted the fact immediately.

  "Yes, just ten taels, last time I went to Yihongyuan, it was also a hundred taels of silver, eating at De Yue Lou, which time wasn't it over ten taels? Just ten taels of silver, and you're blocking the door like this, if people find out, they won't believe you're a Jianghu figure." The big man said with disdain again.

  The young man before also had a face full of shame and anger, as if he suddenly became the public enemy.

  "You're all talk, let's see some real action!" The young master drew his long sword in anger.