The sky was blue, and a few cotton-like clouds were dyed pale gold by the glow of the setting sun.

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the high-rise buildings, and through the leaves of the trees beside the sidewalks, hitting the ground one by one, leaving a few pale golden spots of light.

Several elementary school students stood at the door of the hotel, holding a pot helmet in their hands, staring at Changyao Daoist without blinking.

It was rare for Changyao Daoist not to carry the wine gourd, but to rest the wine gourd on the ground next to the chair, and his eyebrows fluttered to say something to the group of elementary school students, spitting all over the place.

Cheng Yun tugged at the corners of his mouth and leaned over to listen.

At this time, Changyao Daoist seemed to be talking about the key point, he paused very professionally, glanced at a few small listeners, and then asked, "Guess what?"

Several schoolchildren stared at him with dark eyes.

Changyao Daoist smiled, and then said: "In the depths of the vast mountains and forests, between the thick fog, there is a house!"

Seeing the eyes of several elementary school students wide-eyed, Changyao Daoist nodded with great satisfaction, and continued: "That house is carved with beams and paintings, and all of them are made of mahogany! All the windows, stairs, beams and pillars, and even the eaves and roofs are all made of mahogany, and it is not painted like the big family of Zhumen, but the wood itself is red, and it is as red as if it is dripping blood!"

Several people who came back from the stadium looked at each other with strange expressions.

Yin Nuxia and the little mage seemed to be a little interested in this, and stopped when they walked to the door.

And because Cheng Yun had to cook, he only listened to one or two sentences and went upstairs. And Xiao Lori stood at the door and hesitated twice, and finally trotted to keep up with Cheng Yun.

Changyao Daoren squinted his eyes as if he was recalling, as if he was contemplating, he unconsciously drew circles in the air with one hand, like an old man listening to a play and listening to a music, and his language and demeanor were rich like a senior storyteller.

As mentioned earlier, this young man has been lost in the mountains for a long time, he is cold and hungry, and he is still afraid of the tigers, wolves, jackals and leopards, and his mind is not clear. At this moment, he saw a family suddenly appear in the mountains and forests, and he relied on his youth and almost alone, and there was no other way, almost without thinking about it, he walked to this house that appeared inexplicably!"

"There must be ghosts in there!" shouted a schoolboy.

"Don't make a fuss! Listen to me!" Changyao Daoist scolded, and then continued, "That young man used to be from a big family, and he knew how to be polite, so he knocked on the door first. ”

"Guess there's anyone in there? hey...... It was an old woman who was more than half a hundred years old who opened the door for him! After the young man told him what he had experienced, the old woman graciously invited him into the house, called her beautiful granddaughter out to entertain the guests, gave the young man water to drink, and fruit to eat, and after some food and drink, they told the young man that he could walk along a wild tree that bloomed to get out of the forest!"

"At this time, the young man's mind is already a little clear--where are the wandering people in this mountain, even if they are refuge, who will live in the depths of this cloud and mist?

The young man was frightened and wanted to leave, but when he opened the door, he saw that it was already dark on the mountain!

"Outside there are wolves howling and tigers howling, there is the terrible cry of night owls, and there is the whining of mountain winds......"

"Hehe!" Seeing the frightened eyes of several elementary school students, Changyao Daoren couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, "The young man has to stay here!"

The old woman and the pretty girl had cleaned up a good room for him, and the window was closed, and the wind in the mountains and forests could not blow in, or even the howling of beasts and birds could be heard. The room has a soft bed and a plain bed tent, which is more comfortable than the cotton bed at home when the young man was a child, and it makes people feel like they don't want to get up again when they sleep. But he was so frightened that he didn't dare to fall asleep, so he had to hold the axe he used to pick tree oil in his arms, hold it tightly, and keep an eye on the movements around him. ”

"Guess what's going on at night?"

"Ahh

"Did the old woman turn into a ghost and eat him?"

"That house is actually a tomb!"

“…… Do you little boys have such good imaginations?" muttered the Taoist, and then added, "nothing happened, and the young man stayed up all night, and at last fell asleep when the sky showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and slept until noon. ”

The old woman and the girl sent him out of the house, told him not to tell anyone about it, and gave him some fruit to eat on the way. ”

The young man had gone out of the door, and when he looked back, he saw nothing but a very tall tree, on which stood a colorful bird watching him. ”

The young man hastened away in a weak heart, and he remembered their words, and followed the flowering tree all the way, and indeed walked out of the forest. ”

He also kept his word...... I've never told anyone about it......" Changyao Daoren said, and he fell silent without knowing what he thought.

"Wow~~" the elementary school students exclaimed.

In the process of telling the story of Changyao Daoren, the original five primary school students became seven, and there was also a Yin Nuxia and a little mage.

At this time, most of the elementary school students showed surprised expressions, their mouths slightly open, and their pure eyes flashed with anticipation and longing. Most children should be full of yearning for this kind of fantasy and warm encounter, and they will fantasize in their leisure time, fantasizing that one day they will inadvertently encounter these kind and beautiful inhuman things, and produce a wonderful friendship, and then it seems to mean that they are 'special' compared to other children.

These, a little girl with two little tuggers asked, "What happened later? Are they married?"

"Married?" Changyao Daoren was stunned.

"Yes, that young man and that girl, they should both fall in love and get married on TV, just like Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian. The little girl said innocently.

"No, there is no ......," Changyao Daoren said in a daze.

"Why?"

"Because...... After all, a demon is a demon, and it is different from a human being, and it is opposite. Changyao Daoren's voice was low, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in memories, "Some people can accept their identity, and some people can recognize their kindness, but in the same way, there are people who can't." ”

His expression suddenly became very complicated, and I don't know what he thought, at this time, it always made people feel that his current mood was very bitter.

After carefully looking at this group of innocent children, Changyao Daoren still didn't tell the story behind -

Those two goblins are very gentle and kind, they are very different in age, but they practice together in the depths of the mountain mist, and this peaceful life has passed for many years. Occasionally, encountering a few mortals who inadvertently broke in was just a ripple on their cultivation path. They would repay the kindness of the simplest kindness to help mortals, and then continue to practice in seclusion afterwards.

But not everyone can 'keep their word'.

Later, I heard that someone had met them, and when that person returned, he spread the news everywhere, and some even made it into a story, which alarmed the people in the government.

There is a demon on the mountain outside the city, and the troubled times only began at that time, and it was not as chaotic as it was later, which was unbearable!

The officials wanted to 'eliminate the evil for the name' and then report to the meritorious service, and the cultivators wanted to 'kill the demons' and then become famous with the book, so some people went into the mountains and forests, rummaging over and over again, constantly disturbing their supposed peaceful life.

Finally they were found.

Fire, raging fire.

Screaming, wailing.

Eyes for help......

The young practitioners were full of justice, the pot-bellied officials were sitting in the distance and talking about the scene while thinking about how to write a wonderful text report, and the people who were usually numb and living every day were full of excitement.

……

It's been hundreds of years!

Changyao Daoist fell into a trance, he had thought that this incident was already very vague in his memory, and he had even forgotten it, and the rich memories he had accumulated from hundreds of years of cultivation experience would hardly be able to ripple because of this incident.

But he was wrong.

This matter is just hidden deeply, but he has never remembered it, and he doesn't want to remember it.

Now that he had dug it up, he realized how deep this memory was in his life and how indelible it left in his soul.

Those eyes......

The look in his eyes......

The shape of the mouth that seems to be saying something......

Did she see me?

She did see me!

What was she thinking......

What did she want to say to me......

Changyao Daoist frowned tightly, narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Hearts are in turmoil!

After a while, Changyao Dao took a long breath, and his expression quickly calmed down.

Glancing at Yin Nuxia and the little mage, he smiled at the group of primary school students, and Changyao said: "Okay, today's story has been told, those two who came from behind, who didn't buy pot helmets, hurry up and buy pot helmets!"

Hearing this, Yin Nuxia immediately looked at the little mage nervously, thinking that Changyao Daoist was talking about the two of them.

The little mage pointed to her left, where there were two schoolchildren who did not hold pot helmets with embarrassed faces, and they were groping in their pockets, and at the same time asked, "Will you still put it tomorrow?"

"Pendulum! Swing every day!But you have to buy a pot helmet to listen to me!" Changyao Daoist now understands that 'storytelling' in Yizhou dialect is called 'swinging story'.

"I only have two pieces and five ......"

"Two pieces of five...... Two dollars and five dollars will be two dollars and five, and you will be charged five cents less!" Changyao Daoist shook his head and said indifferently, quickly wrapped a pot helmet and handed it to the elementary school student, "Take it!

“……”

Yin Nuxia was afraid that Changyao Daoren would let her buy his pot helmet too, so she hurriedly slipped into the front desk.

Without those mysterious stories to hear, a group of elementary school students gathered at the entrance of the hotel also dispersed and went home. The pot and helmet stall of Changyao Daoist suddenly became deserted again, and he was left alone on the chaise longue, squinting and frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the sun sets, the golden clouds are reddened, and there is fire burning in the thick clouds condensed in the sky!