"Let's say that Ye Zixiu always wears a black mask and black clothes, and always leaves a mark with the word 'night'." The storyteller paused, and continued: "That day, several gangsters from Anping Kingdom were preparing to burn, kill and loot my small village on the border, and Ye Zixiu appeared again."
The storyteller slapped the board and continued: "I saw him slamming the long sword a few times, and all those minions fell to the ground. People in the village asked him who he was." The storyteller opened the fan and fanned it a few times, and continued, "He said..."
"Miss!" A girl was listening excitedly when she was pulled back by the voice.
"Oh, what are you doing?" The girl said impatiently.
"Miss, the master said that if you don't go back, I will kill this slave."
"Okay, okay, I understand." The girl stood up and walked towards the street.
Intention: ancient saying