Various shops line the bustling streets, but Chunxiu Restaurant has been the busiest in recent years.
There was a gentleman in the restaurant who was a very good storyteller. The stories he told were fascinating, humorous and thought-provoking.
"It is said that in the last years of the Northern Dynasty there was a beautiful lady named Wen Zhanzhi. She was well-equipped with all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which belongs to literature. In terms of martial arts, she was not inferior to men in any way, because she was the head killer of the Wuquan Gang, a very famous killer gang at that time. It's a pity..."
"What's the pity?" The audience was entranced, and when the gentleman's voice broke, a burst of questions arose.
"It's a pity that in order to save her mother, she violated the gang rules and was imprisoned with her martial arts revoked. On the day she was beheaded, she knelt in the same row as her mother, and she still had a smile on her face."
The audience sighed.
When an old man with a white beard sitting at the table by the door heard this, he smiled slightly and walked out of the restaurant. Although his face was covered by wrinkles and beard, he could vaguely recognize his handsome appearance back then.
"Zhanzhi, they are all talking about you."