From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

The salt patrol directly raided the Liu family, a salt merchant, and the salt bandits at Tiger Beach. This matter has been widely discussed in recent days.

It was obvious that the old man telling the story had his own channels for obtaining insider information, which made all the diners prick up their ears.

A burning passion for gossip ignited in my heart.

"Old Li, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly why I say that a young officer from the Salt Patrol Guard made an indelible contribution this time?"

"What? Does that mean he took the lead and charged ahead even faster than Lord Lin?"

Old Li folded his folding fan and said mysteriously:

"If we're talking about martial prowess, who in the entire Salt Patrol Guard can compare to Lord Lin, the Salt Patrol Inspector?"

"Moreover, apart from Lord Lin, the entire Salt Patrol Guard, including the Gold Guard, Silver Guard, and Bronze Guard, are all military scholars who have passed the imperial examinations."

"Among the salt patrol guards, whose experts are as numerous as carp crossing a river, there is no need for me to single out this young general."

The old storyteller said mysteriously:

"The reason I mentioned this young general is that it was this young general who, single-handedly, successfully extracted information about the salt bandits' collusion from the Liu family."

"If this were in the past, he would definitely be a brilliant strategist."

Upon seeing all the diners, many put down their chopsticks and looked in their direction.

Old Li didn't continue speaking immediately, but instead placed the fan directly on the table.

He casually picked up the teacup and gently blew on it a few times.

Then he slowly began to drink his tea.

Old Li's leisurely manner was driving the diners below, who were eager to hear more, quite impatient.

Some of the more impatient ones stood up and started cursing at Old Li:

"Old Li, just say it! Are you trying to play games with me? Believe me or not, I'll slap you across the face!"

It's obvious that many people here know Old Li's character.

Old Li didn't care at all.

He even waved to the waiter next to him to pour him another cup of hot tea.

The waiter on the second floor, who had been listening intently to the storytelling, quickly picked up the teapot and poured hot tea for Old Li, saying anxiously:

"Old Li, no, Uncle Li...Grandpa Li, please hurry up and tell us! We're all listening intently, don't rest here."

"Can I treat you to tea and snacks? Tell me quickly, what's so special about this young salt patrol officer? Why is he called a 'wise strategist'?"

The waiter, eager to hear what happened next, quickly called out to those below:

"Gentlemen, don't you know what kind of person this old Li is? Hurry up and give him a tip, he wants money!"

Immediately, the audience erupted in laughter and curses.

However, many people still took out money and showered him with tips.

When Old Li saw that there were two taels of silver and dozens of coins on his table in no time, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

With this money, he could live a carefree life for another month.

It was worth it for him to run to the Salt Patrol Guard every day to gather information.

With a snap, Old Li struck the gavel again:

"As for this young salt patrol officer, we won't mention his name."

A chorus of boos immediately followed.

"Old Li, stop putting on airs. You probably don't even know his name yourself, do you?"

Old Li didn't care at all.

He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then continued his charade:

"This brilliant young strategist has an extraordinary physique."

This brilliant young strategist is five feet tall and as thin as a sheet of paper.

"Once I saw a salt patrol guard sneeze and send this young general flying several meters."

The diners below immediately became unhappy:

"Old Li, you're making this up, aren't you? I can understand being five feet tall."

"You're saying someone's as thin as a sheet of paper, so thin they could be blasted several meters by a single sneeze? How could anyone be that thin? That's utter nonsense!"

He is five feet tall, which is a little over 1.6 meters.

Many people in the Great Qian Dynasty lived on the poverty line, and it was common for people to be over 1.6 meters tall.

Old Li simply snorted coldly:

"I have my own basis for the claim that the 'wise man' looks like this."

Have you ever heard the phrase, "all brawn and no brains"?

The next moment, Old Man Li searched among the diners below and instantly spotted Fang Qing. He then pointed in Fang Qing's direction:

"For example, look at this strong man's physique and the long spear beside him, and you'll know that he must be a master of the Body Tempering Realm."

"But try having this brave man come up here on stage and give me a storytelling performance."

"Don't let my thin frame fool you, I'm just a skinny old man. When it comes to talking, I can say I can crush this strong man."

"Gentlemen, I'm just a storyteller who's good at talking, and I'm already this thin. Don't you think that young strategist, the one who could confront Liu Tianming and extract intelligence, is much thinner than me?"

The once bustling crowd turned to look at Fang Qing behind them.

Upon hearing what Old Man Li said, many people immediately showed thoughtful expressions.

"Old Li might actually be right. People who are all brawn and no brains are often simple-minded."

Does that mean that most resourceful people are physically weak?

"That makes sense. The accountants in our shop who are good at bookkeeping are almost all thin."

On the contrary, the warehouse workers were all tall and burly.

"So, it seems possible that this young salt patrol officer Old Li mentioned, nicknamed 'The Wise Man,' could actually sneeze five or six meters away?"

"You're kidding me! A sneeze can travel five or six meters; that's as thin as a leaf. How is that possible?"

Immediately, many of the diners in the audience started arguing.

Fang Qing, sitting in the audience, was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

While listening to a storyteller, I never expected that the story would resonate with my own life.

It's obvious without even thinking that the young general of the salt patrol that Old Man Li was talking about, known as the strategist, must be referring to himself.

Yang Jiumei was enjoying her meal when she heard the storyteller describe Fang Qing as thin and frail, saying that a single sneeze could send him flying five or six meters away. Her face puffed up with anger.

He wanted to stand up for Fang Qing and confront the old man who was telling stories, but Fang Qing stopped him.

Fang Qing understood the saying, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat."

There's no need to create unnecessary trouble!

At this moment, seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Old Man Li on the storytelling stage struck the gavel again.

"Gentlemen, do you know how this young Salt Patrol Officer, Zhiduoxing, successfully extracted information from Liu Tianming's mouth?"

If I were to tell you, you might not believe me.

The next moment, Old Man Li took out a pinch of rice from somewhere and placed it on the table.

He then plucked a chicken feather from the feather duster and placed it on the table.

"This young strategist extracted information from Liu Tianming's mouth using only a handful of rice and a small tuft of chicken feathers."

The next moment, with a "snap," the old man Li opened his fan.

"How did the strategist, the young general, obtain information?"

To be continued...

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