The cold wind blew, and a group of people shivered slightly.

Jiang Yun was whetted by Jiang Ming, and she nodded: "What story?"

Jiang Ming walked on the road among the dead trees, and he smiled: "Legend has it that there is a white snake who came to Qiantang to marry the mortal Xu Xian in order to repay his kindness and transform into a human form......

Jiang Ming talked eloquently as he walked.

"The Legend of the White Snake" is actually a folklore. If it weren't for the "Legend of the New White Lady" in his previous life, maybe not many people would know about it.

Zhuo Yuhai sneered: "I have also heard the legend of "The Legend of the White Snake", which is not surprising. ”

Jiang Ming glanced at it and asked, "Then do you know the specifics?"

Zhuo Yuhai was stunned when he heard this, and he suddenly couldn't answer.

He had only heard the story of the White Snake repaying his kindness, and he really didn't know how to repay it.

Wu Zijian said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Jiang tells a story, what are you talking about? Shut my mouth for me!"

As soon as Wu Zijian spoke, a group of people stopped talking, and just looked at Jiang Ming.

He Feng's hands clenched slightly, and there was a burst of jealousy in his heart.

How good is this Jiang Ming's luck? He actually helped Wu Shao in a small place like Jianghai City, and Wu Shao is a person who will repay his kindness. Jiang Ming found a backer in their Jinling.

He worked so hard in school to make rich and powerful friends, and he never made friends with a character like Wu Shao!

He Feng looked at Wu Zijian's efforts to defend Jiang Ming, and his heart was sour, and he was jealous.

Wu Zijian asked curiously: "I also heard my grandmother tell this story when I was a child, and I don't know what it is. Mr. Jiang, can you tell me?"

Jiang Ming coughed and continued to tell the story.

The white snake turned into a human form to repay his kindness and marry Xu Xian, and later scared Xu Xian to death because he drank realgar wine and turned into a human form.

Jiang Yun pursed her lips and said, "Is this Xu Xian still a man?

Jiang Ming smiled deeply, if she woke up and found a big snake next to her, this girl would be able to faint in fright.

Later, the White Snake went to Heaven to steal the Lingzhi just to save Xu Xian.

Jiang Ming's ability to tell stories is very strong, one turn after another, without any stopping, and a group of people are stunned.

Huo Shixuan frowned and said, "The white snake is full of Jinshan, it will definitely be unlucky in the future, right?"

Isn't it waiting to find death by mutilating living beings? Not to mention that the white snake is still a demon in cultivation?

Jiang Ming shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance: "That's right, so after she gave birth to her son, she was detained by the French Customs under the Leifeng Pagoda......"

For a moment, everyone was silent.

They didn't expect this folk tale to be so twisty and ......

He Feng was secretly unhappy in his heart, he knew that he could pretend to be forced to tell a story, and he could also make Wu Shao interested, and he also watched more of these folk tales.

It's too late to regret it now.

I saw a white-haired old man who heard Jiang Ming's story on the side laughed: "The little classmate is very knowledgeable, and there are many people who know the story of the White Snake repaying his kindness, but not many people know the specific content. ”

A group of people looked over and saw that the white-haired old man was dressed in a Tang costume and carrying a travel bag, looking very capable.

Jiang Ming arched his hand and said with a smile: "I just know some folk tales, and I showed it off in front of the old gentleman." ”

The old man smiled absently, and then asked, "What about later?"

Jiang Ming said: "Later, his son Xu Shilin was named on the gold list, and he returned to Leifeng Pagoda to save his mother, and the white snake Xu Xian was reunited again. ”

The old man looked at the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance, he touched his beard, and suddenly asked: "Little classmate, how do you think this kind of folk tale is really known?"

Jiang Ming was surprised, he didn't expect this old man to test him. He thought for a moment and replied, "What is easier to spread now naturally depends on what. ”

The old man's eyes lit up: "You mean filming? But filming will ruin the original intention." "The old man seems to be very dissatisfied with the current atmosphere of those TV dramas.

Jiang Ming smiled: "What era needs what content of culture, folklore is just adapting to the culture of each dynasty, and there is nothing wrong with it." Sir, you can't guarantee that the "Legend of the White Snake" as you know it now is not a story recreated by the ancients. ”

The old man pondered for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "The little classmate thinks very thoroughly. ”

He Feng said dissatisfiedly: "Jiang Ming, what are you talking about so much? We are here to travel together, not to listen to your story!"

The limelight was all stolen by Jiang Ming, and He Feng was naturally uncomfortable.

Jiang Ming said goodbye to the old man, and the group went to the Huxin Pavilion.

The Lake Pavilion is not very big, and the scenery is not bad.

A group of girls stood together and asked the accompanying camera uncle to take pictures.

Jiang Ming took a few photos with his mobile phone, and planned to send them to Ye Yiyi later.

He suddenly wanted to bring her along......

Jiang Ming was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly heard He Ziling's surprised voice: "Hey, what are you doing in the pavilion?"

A group of people looked over and saw that there were many people in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, gathered together and didn't know what they were doing.

Zhuo Yuhai is a lively character, he immediately said: "It's all here, let's go and see it together?"

So a group of people walked towards the pavilion.

I saw a few old men standing in the pavilion, and among the old men happened to be the old gentleman who was talking to Jiang Ming just now.

In the pavilion is an ancient brown and black long table, on which are placed the four treasures of the study.

There are also some tourists who come to visit the pavilion and are taking pictures.

"I heard that this is an event organized by a few old gentlemen. Who can compose poems in West Lake, and the best results can get the 500,000 grand prize provided by the old man. A female tourist said.

"Didn't the ancients say that useless scholars are scholars? I don't think so, if you write a poem casually, you can get 500,000 yuan, and you can really eat and drink spicy food. A male tourist sighed.

I saw a lot of rice paper on the long table that had been written. At the table sat an old man with reading glasses, who seemed to be reading poetry written by those people.

I saw that the old man shook his head slightly, and put the paper in his hand aside.

He Feng saw Jiang Ming standing in the pavilion and taking pictures in the distance, his eyes rolled, he grabbed Jiang Ming's sleeve, and asked, "Jiang Ming, you were still writing an article last night?"

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Ming felt that there was nothing good about He Feng......

He Feng sneered in his heart, grabbed Jiang Ming, and said, "Seeing how diligent you were still writing articles last night, you must be writing a good work, right? Come on, come on, there is an event for West Lake to write poems and win grand prizes, you can participate in one! Maybe you can win us back 500,000 yuan." ”

Jiang Ming's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was a little displeased with He Feng.

Is this man's face not painful enough? and trying to trouble him?

He Feng was in a bad mood all day today, obviously he came to West Lake to play, but Jiang Ming was out of the limelight, and if he didn't let Jiang Ming lose face once before going back, his mood would not get better.

He Feng patted Jiang Ming's back and said with a wicked smile: "It's okay, there are so many old gentlemen here, if you don't write well, I can still give you some guidance." ”

Zhuo Yuhai came over and nodded: "Yes, hehe......"

After Zhuo Yuhai finished speaking, he felt bad again, and couldn't help but glance at Wu Zijian.

Wu Zijian didn't have any change in expression, and was looking at the scenery.

Wu Zijian had long heard that Mr. Jiang was still a literati, and he directly challenged the second layer of Jianghai City's oriental food rhyme and won full applause.

Oriental Food Yun is a chain restaurant, which is available in Jinling Qiantang, and Wu Zijian has also been there, so he knows how challenging it is to charter a restaurant there.

Therefore, even if Mr. Jiang can't write any good poems on the spot, he shouldn't be unable to write them.

He Ziling also stepped forward and said with a smile: "Cousin, do you want to participate too?"

Jiang Ming glanced at it and asked, "Doesn't Cousin Ziling also like literature?" If you win us back 500,000 yuan, how happy will our grandfather be for the Chinese New Year this year?"

He Ziling secretly scolded Jiang Ming in his heart, this kid has a bad stomach, and now he still wants to pull her into the water?

A smile appeared on He Ziling's beautiful little face: "Okay, our cousins and brothers will participate together." ”

He Ziling pulled Jiang Mingchao's table closer.

I saw the old man who had heard Jiang Ming tell the story of "The Legend of the White Snake" before, and said in surprise: "Little classmate, it's you? ”

The old man handed out two brushes from the table.

He Ziling's face changed greatly, and he looked at the old man with some embarrassment: "I...... I don't know how to use a brush. ”

He Ziling is indeed interested in literature and has read a lot of books, but she has not systematically learned to use a brush. Her calligraphy is particularly ugly.

Hearing this, the old man put down the brush and handed He Ziling a piece of paper: "The gel pen is also done." ”

He Ziling breathed a sigh of relief, she held the pen and looked at the scenery around her, as if she was thinking about how to compose poetry.

He Feng whispered on the side: "My sister is still quite talented in literature, and it should be good to write poetry." ”

Zhuo Yuhai nodded and said with a smile: "I still agree with Ziling's literary level. We can't get the 500,000 yuan for the first place, and I don't think it's a big problem to participate in the award. ”

The participation prize is 888 yuan.

888 yuan is not much money for Zhuo Yuhai, but that name is good.

He Ziling seemed to have thought of it, and began to write with a pen.

Zhuo Yuhai looked at Jiang Ming with his hands around his chest, and asked with a smile: "Jiang Dacai, Zi Ling has already written, why don't you use your pen yet?"

He Feng was immediately happy.

Finally found a chance to make Jiang Ming's kid make a fool of himself!

Jiang Ming stared at it and didn't answer Zhuo Yuhai's words.

He Ziling finished writing and handed over the paper.

"The West Saka is swirling, and the lake is light. Beauty should be expected, and the weather is good. [Note: Poetry generator.] ]

The old man wearing reading glasses read it and said with a smile: "It's not badly written, register and get a participation award." ”

He Ziling didn't have any hope for the first prize of 500,000 yuan, but when she heard that she could get 888 yuan, her beautiful little face suddenly showed a touch of joy: "Great." ”

He Ziling is still at home and has not gone to work, so he still relies on his family to support him. This time, I won 888 yuan directly, and I was naturally very proud.