The man in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 14 Strange Dream!Three questions in a dream

Mr. Yang, who was thought of by many people, did not immediately become proud after being invited to Sanhe City, at least he did not open up the scene so far.

But in a very strange situation.

He was arranged in a house, where he ate and drank every day, and was even served by someone.

Even the little boy who was accompanying him was still by his side.

But you are not allowed to go out.

He didn't say that he must not go out, the waiter just told him that Mr. Yang had better not go out, as the master said.

What happens if you have to go out?

Mr. Yang didn't ask.

He didn't dare to ask.

Although Mr. Yang is an old man, objectively speaking, he has not seen much of the world. After all, his life and vision have always been limited to those few places in the countryside. Fortunately or unfortunately, he is an old man.

Especially in the past year, he first talked about The Legend of the White Snake, and then he talked about Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

What are the stories in Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio?
The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and people are treacherous.

The storm is evil!

The more stories he told, the more courageous Mr. Yang became. He was afraid that one day, while walking on the road, someone would put a sack on his head, beat him, and bury him.

Why do you ask?

There are too many reasons, Mr. Yang can think of dozens of reasons in an instant!

And if you give him one night to think carefully and come up with nine hundred and ninety-nine reasons, it shouldn't be difficult.

In short, after being invited to this mansion in the city, although it is actually a situation of house arrest, other than being under house arrest and not being able to go out and walk around at will, other things are pretty good.

Moreover, after a few days, he was invited to a garden to give a lecture!
This is his old profession!

Although the audience was not many, only a dozen or so, Mr. Yang spoke with passion, and as he spoke, all the fear, fear, honor and humiliation in his heart disappeared during this time.

No matter where he goes, as long as he can speak ancient times, he will do!
The story of the White Snake has been told many times, and Mr. Yang can add some details to the original basis every time he tells it again. He was as obviously emotional as those in the audience, but they also pricked up their ears and listened to him attentively.

Mr. Yang was very pleased with himself.

This wave, steady!
Then, every five or six days, he was invited out to tell a story, and he was asked to only tell the story of the White Snake.

Soon, more than two months passed.

Until this day, Mr. Yang was invited to that garden again.

The difference was that when he arrived at the garden, he found that the garden was empty again!
Vaguely familiar scene!
"Mr. Yang, let the story of the White Snake begin!"

After the person who brought him said this, he stepped back respectfully and carefully.

And that respectful and careful, obviously not facing him.

Mr. Yang was a little flustered for no reason, his heart was pounding, but the next moment, he forced himself to calm down and began to tell.

Qingzhou, Qingcheng Mountain.

The story of the White Snake begins here.

White Snake, Green Snake, Xu Xian, Fa Hai, several characters in the story appeared one by one.

At sunset, Mr. Yang finally finished telling the story of the Legend of the White Snake in a dry mouth.

Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen lived together happily ever after.

After defeating Fahai and allowing Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen to be reunited, Xiaoqing drifted away alone to seek her own way and destiny.

Because I don’t know if there is an imperial examination in this world, even if there is something similar, I have no previous experience, so Wu Dong has no way to adapt it, so the character of Xu Shilin, Xu Bai’s son, was snapped by him, and replaced by Xiao Qing De Yu Qi Yuan , greatly improved his cultivation base, and defeated Fahai.

This is also a version of the previous life, Wu Dong is not even an adaptation.

It can only be said that the story of The Legend of the White Snake has spawned too many versions in the process from its germination to its dissemination, and Wu Dong spliced ​​and spliced ​​several versions in his previous life, and made corresponding changes to some of the content to suit this world.

Then, from the storybook to the story, Mr. Yang told it himself, which enriched the details by a million bits and pieces!
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, everything was silent.

In the huge garden, not a single insect or bird could be heard.

What's abominable is that Mr. Yang can't remember whether there were no insects and birds when he was here a few times ago.

At this moment, all he knew was that he seemed to hear his own heartbeat.

"Where did your story come from?"

Suddenly, there was such a voice.

Mr. Yang has no idea whether the owner of the voice is male or female, old or young, because when he heard the voice, he entered an inexplicable state, lost all thinking, and only knew how to respond to the voice instinctively. Master's words.

"...Paper and Pen Shop, owner Xu, his nephew..."

Mr. Yang said everything he knew.

However, he doesn't know much.

Then, in a trance, Mr. Yang returned to the house for some reason. It was the child's continuous inquiries that brought him back to his senses.

And the garden side.

After Mr. Yang left.

"Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen have lived together happily ever since."

"A mortal, a different kind, a hundred-year-old, and a long-lived guest, can they really live together happily?"

The voice was cold, with a little confusion.

"Miss, the story has been told, they are indeed living happily together!"

"Besides, Xu Xian loves the White Snake, and the White Snake loves Xu Xian. As long as the two of them love each other, what other problems can there be? Nothing else is a problem!"

A little childish voice.

"Hehe, you girl, you don't understand."

"Miss, why don't I understand? I also know how the name Xu Xian came about!"

"Oh?"

"Xu Xian, let him become a fairy! As long as Xu Xian becomes a fairy, there will be no problems between the two of them!"

"Is that right?"

"Of course it is, it must be, it must be!"

"Ha ha."

"Miss, you can ask the person who wrote the story, and then you will know?"

"...Alright."

The scene returns to the town and the mountains more than 300 miles away from Sanhe City.

Wu Dong had dinner with his brothers and sisters, returned to his small courtyard as usual, and went to bed to sleep.

After waking up from sleep, you will practice in a state of full energy.

Feeling a little different today.

Like a dream but not a dream, Wu Dong came to a place.

It looks like a mountain forest, but it is very different from the mountain forest where Wu Dong went out to collect medicine before.

Surrounded by white mist.

It looks like a fairy.

In the middle where there is no fog, there is a big rock, and Wu Dong is standing on that big rock right now.

"Do you think people really have past lives?"

It was as if a voice asked.

Wu Dong closed his eyes. Hearing this question, he answered without hesitation: "Should there be, right? Maybe some people have it, and some don't?"

The owner of the voice showed no emotion, nor could he tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the answer. He just continued to ask: "Is it possible to combine human and non-human?"

"It may be impossible, who knows. All beings and everything in this world, some go from possible to impossible, and some go from impossible to possible. Therefore, it may be impossible, depending on people and the sky. , let's face it!"

There will be a pause.

After a while, the voice asked again: "If it were you, would you be willing to be with the white lady?"

"I do not deserve."

"what?"

"The white lady is so gentle and beautiful, she is the embodiment of the beauty in the world, but I am just a filth in the world, and my body is like a floating weed, so I am not worthy."

This time, the voice didn't sound for a long time.

a long time.

"You are born with a disease, and your life span is short."

"However, the monks are based on thousands of fortunes, condensing their essence and gathering their lives."

"It's fate to meet you this time, so I'll give you a little luck."

The surrounding clouds and mist surged, and a moment later, a drop of cyan liquid fell from above and melted in from the top of Wu Dong's head.

In reality, Wu Dong woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed.

He raised his hand and touched his head.

There is nothing on the head, only a sense of coolness, which seems to spread from the top of the head to the whole body.

(End of this chapter)