And said you're not a fairy

Chapter 11
Although Chen Yuan is not rich, he does not lack a big son.

He didn't want to take advantage of his master's temple and Chang Kongzi's kindness to eat a bowl of mutton stewed cakes for free, so he took the initiative to pay.

"Since I have reached the food-breathing state and embarked on the road of cultivation, not to mention my strength has increased a lot, and my movements have also become much more agile. The boss is an ordinary person, so naturally he can't catch up with me."

Chen Yuan, who left the stewed cake shop and walked on the street again, said to himself.

After walking a few steps, Chen Yuan saw a crowd of about 30 people appearing on the road ahead.

Chen Yuan was curious, so he followed the crowd and squeezed into the crowd.

After squeezing into the crowd, Chen Yuan discovered that the person surrounded by the crowd was a folk artist who was about to perform.

This folk artist is a middle-aged man with rough skin and a medium build.

He was wearing cloth-soled shoes, a long black shirt, and a mole on the corner of his mouth. He looked like a country gentleman.

It seems that he is a folk artist who travels all over the world and is exposed to wind and sun.

I saw a rectangular table in front of the folk artist, and a stool behind the square table. The artist sat on the stool behind the square table, and on the table in front of him was a wooden box-like thing covered with a black cloth.

The onlookers were very curious, and they were all guessing what was under the black cloth.

The folk artist held a small stick in his hand and bowed to the passers-by who were watching:

"Everyone, my surname is Xu, and I am the third eldest in my family, so my family name is Xu San. Some people call me Xu Laosan. I come from Lingzhou in the northwest. I was born in a farming household, but I don't like farming. I like to run around and travel north and south for more than ten years. Carried out, and also learned a skill."

"Here today, based on what I have learned, Bo Jun smiled. Everyone thinks that I have performed well, so I will throw a reward on the ground. Everyone, big or small, is my parents. If the one thinks that my performance is not good, turn around. Just leave, don't let me stain your eyes."

After saying these words, the folk artist used a small stick in his hand to pick off the black cloth covering the wooden box, revealing the scene inside.

I saw that under the black cloth was indeed a wooden box.

There are many grids inside the wooden box, and there are twelve holes in total. In each hole, there is a frog with a green back and a white belly, and a bulging belly.

"Everyone, please look at the box below. There are twelve field frogs in the box. If you hit their heads with a stick in your hand, they will make different calls."

While speaking, the folk artist tapped the heads of five or six frogs in the wooden box one after another with a wooden stick in his hand.

Goo~quack~melon~
Strange to say, the twelve frogs placed in the lattice of the wooden box were so well-behaved that none of them made any abnormal noises.

But when the folk artist tapped the frog's head lightly with a wooden stick in his hand, the frog would immediately cry out, with different sounds.

The folk artist knocked five or six frogs in a row, but none of the frogs made the same sound.

"Interesting, animal taming?"

Chen Yuan, who was about to leave next to him, was immediately aroused when he saw this scene. He gave up the idea of ​​leaving and decided to stay and have a look.

But seeing the folk artist knock on the heads of several frogs a few times, he stopped the next action.

Looking at the surrounding crowd, he said: "My field frogs can still play music. If you don't believe me, please watch it."

The passers-by watching looked at each other in blank dismay, knowing that this artist was asking for a reward.

Most of the crowd watching is just to watch the excitement, and it is impossible to ask them to pay.

Therefore, most of the crowd of onlookers pretended not to hear anything, but they did not leave either.

Anyway, when this kind of artist performs on the street, there is no shortage of generous and generous people who are willing to give rewards among the onlookers.

Even if they don't lose the reward, when the owner who is not short of money loses the reward, they can watch the artist's performance for free.

Sure enough, among the crowd, some generous and generous people began to give generously.

Soon there were four or five passers-by watching, throwing rewards at the artist.

Most of them were small coins with a [-]% discount, but there were also two people who gave a big coin.

Chen Yuan mixed in the crowd, and originally planned to choose to stand on the side of the majority and be a free watcher.

In the end, he still couldn't get over the condemnation of his conscience, and threw two big coins to this folk artist.

Seeing that someone actually gave two large rewards, the one who gave the money was a handsome young Taoist priest in Taoist robes, which not only attracted the attention of passers-by who were watching, but also made this folk artist named Xu San feel very interested in Chen Yuan. Cast a grateful look.

Now that the reward was in place, the artist named Xu San did not delay the time on purpose.

Immediately began to perform, he used the wooden stick in his hand to hit the top of the frog's head in a disorderly manner.

Immediately, from the mouths of these frogs, there was a burst of melodious music like hitting a cloud gong.

Pentatonic melody, clearly identifiable.

Everyone heard it clearly, and they were all intoxicated in amazement.

Even Chen Yuan was aroused and listened attentively.

As a human being in two lifetimes, this is the first time he has seen this kind of miraculous skill of knocking frogs and listening to music.

It took a full cup of tea time before Xu San stopped.

"Everyone, the performance is over. Let the frogs rest. If you still want to listen, you can wait for the frogs to rest, and then drop the money and continue listening."

Artist Xu San bowed to the passers-by around him.

"Shh!"

As soon as Xu San finished speaking, those passers-by who had finally satisfied their curiosity scattered away amidst boos, and there were no two people left around.

The so-called folk crafts all rely on the curiosity of passers-by. After passers-by have seen it once and satisfied their curiosity, they feel that it is nothing more than that, and they are unwilling to let them lose reward money.

Xu San was not surprised either. He knew that no matter how good-looking a trick was, passers-by would find it boring if they watched it too much, so he never stayed in one place for too long.

Seeing all the passers-by walking away, he first covered his frog box with a black cloth.

Then squatted on the ground to pick up the bounty that was thrown on the ground.

Just when he had just finished picking up the bounties on the ground, a pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes appeared in front of him.

Xu San raised his head, and saw the handsome young Taoist priest in dark blue Taoist robe who threw him two big coins just now.

"Once the spectator's bounty lands, I will not refund it."

Xu San tightly protected the bounty money he had just picked up in his arms, and he said to Chen Yuan with a wary face.

Chen Yuan said with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, I'm not here to ask for the money back, but I intend to make friends with you, and I want to invite you as a guest. I wonder if you can give me some face?"

Hearing that Chen Yuan didn't come to ask for the reward money back, Xu San immediately put down his guard.

……

Xu San carried the wooden box containing the frog with him, and was invited by Chen Yuan to sit in the backyard of Luxian Temple.

Seeing that Chen Yuan brought guests back, Miao Zhuchang Kongzi found time to serve tea to the two of them.

Seeing this scene, Xu San couldn't help being shocked, and looked at Chen Yuan sitting next to him in surprise.

Although he came here not long ago, he knew that Luxian Temple, a temple dedicated to the immortal Lu Xiangong, was very famous within a hundred miles of Lujiang City.

And the Taoist Zhuchang Kongzi of the Luxian Temple is also very prestigious in the market around the Luxian Temple, and everyone respects the temple Zhuchang Kongzi.

But after he entered Luxian Temple, he saw Miao Zhuchang Kongzi appearing, welcoming guests and serving tea in person.

So Xu San tentatively asked: "The little Taoist priest roams freely in this Luxian Temple, could it be that the Taoist priest Chang Kongzi of Miaozhu is a new disciple?"

Xu San said it unintentionally, but Zhang Kongzi, who was helping to serve the tea next to him, listened to it and was taken aback. He even spilled a little of the tea in his hand that was just about to be poured.

He didn't have the guts to compete with the immortal for his disciple.

If Chen Yuan is willing, he doesn't dislike his age, and it is not impossible for him to worship Chen Yuan as his teacher.

Chang Kongzi quickly explained: "This gentleman misunderstood. Fellow Daoist is a distinguished guest of Lu Xian Temple, and he lives temporarily in Lu Xian Temple. As an old man, I can't be the master of Fellow Daoist."

Hearing that Chang Kongzi actually called this handsome young Taoist in front of him a Taoist friend, Xu San finally understood that the young Taoist who had just rewarded him with two large sums of money on the street had an extraordinary status.

Xu San thought that he was invited into Luxian Temple by the other party as a guest, but he didn't know the other party's purpose, and he felt a little flustered for a while.

He thinks that he is just a folk artist traveling all over the world. Apart from his ability to tame frogs, he has nothing else.

So Xu San asked: "I don't know why the boss treats you so courteously?"

Chen Yuan said bluntly: "The reason why I invited Mr. to come is because I was curious about how Mr. trained the frog so miraculously that it could play music, so I specially invited Mr. to come to explain my doubts."

Only then did Xu San suddenly realize, no wonder the young Taoist priest was willing to throw down two big coins to reward him on the street just now, so it turned out that he was eyeing his craft.

However, he has been traveling around all year round, and he is used to seeing many strange things about gods and ghosts, and he knows that Taoist monks are the ones who cannot be offended the most.

Especially those monks who know spells, have real talents, and high abilities.

The young Taoist priest in front of him, even Zhu Changkongzi from Luxian Temple, who is a respectable person, called him a Taoist friend, and he was quite respectful in his expressions and words.

Maybe it's a Taoist master who has the ability and has practiced magic.

Artist Xu San's heart trembled inwardly, such a master of the Taoist sect could not be offended by a folk artist who only knew the art of taming frogs.

If the other party takes a fancy to his frog taming ability, he will tell the truth.

So Xu Sandao said:
"The Taoist priest called me Xu Lao San. Since the Taoist priest is interested in the art of taming frogs, I will explain this art of taming frogs for fellow Taoists."

"Actually speaking, the technique of taming frogs is quite famous. When I was traveling in Jianghu in my early years, I once studied under a snake charmer, and learned the skills of taming and handling snakes from him."

"However, there are a lot of snake tamers in Jianghu, so in those few years, I often lived a life of hunger and fullness."

"Later, I had no choice but to create a new set of frog taming techniques based on the snake taming techniques I had learned."

"Relying on this unique frog taming technique, I have developed the unique skill of "knocking frogs and listening to music". Although I can't let my next meal eat fish, I can barely live a full meal."

Chen Yuan listened in amazement.

It turned out that the "Frog Song" performance that seemed surprising to him still had such a background.

From this point of view, this Xu San can be regarded as a very talented artist.

Relying on the snake taming technique he learned, he actually created a frog taming technique by himself.

Chen Yuan still called Xu San Mr., and then asked: "Then how did Mr. let those frogs play music?"

Xu San didn't hide anything:

"Master Dao, in fact, it is not easy to get these frogs to play music. You need to use the frog taming technique created by me first to select the frogs with extraordinary talents and sounds similar to the five tones."

"Then feed these frogs every day and develop a tacit understanding with them. After feeding them for a year or so to develop a tacit understanding, we will train their calls..."

"Cultivating to the point where you can have emotional communication with people is almost done."

"As long as you hit their heads with a wooden stick next time, they will make their own unique calls, and the composition is a pleasant tune."

While Chen Yuan was immersed in it, Xu San was talking about the magic of frog taming.

But Xu San got up suddenly, took out a book from the shirt in front of his chest and abdomen, and handed it to Chen Yuan.

He said to Chen Yuan: "All the frog taming techniques created by me are recorded in this book. I would like to dedicate the frog taming techniques to the Taoist priest."

Chen Yuan saw Xu San's thoughts at a glance.

He looked at Xu San's eyes with a smile, and leaned forward slightly:
"Sir, do you think that I invited you here to covet Mr.'s unique secret technique?"

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(End of this chapter)