The author of the fifth volume: Yan Yu, related to other works "My Idol Adult".

It is autumn, the breeze on the creek bank is a little cool, and the autumn breeze is mixed with a strong fragrance of osmanthus flowers, blowing into this small peach blossom village, which makes people smell and feel refreshed.

And under the dead peach tree in the middle of the village, the storyteller leaned against the tree, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, smelling the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he took out the jade flute and played it.

The melodious flute drifted away with the autumn wind, falling on the branches full of osmanthus flowers, and seemed to be touched by the sorrow in the flute, the petals of the branches trembled gently, and the fragrance of the ground fell.

After the song was blown, Mr. Storyteller looked up at the ghost in the moon, and he sighed and read: "The fragrance of cinnamon under the moon is strong, and the country flute enters the old dream, looking at the Guanghan Palace alone, and cherishing it from others." ”

Mr. Storyteller retracted his gaze and smiled down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the dead tree trunk, and muttered: "Ruojing, did you say that the osmanthus flowers in the Guanghan Palace are also blooming?"

The autumn wind blew through the withered branches, fluttering the red silk hanging on the branches, and the storyteller smiled slightly, Ming'er seemed to have a story to tell.

"Sir, what story are you going to tell us today?" Early in the morning, in front of the storyteller's stall, there were already a lot of people sitting around, and someone couldn't wait to ask.

The storyteller shook the paper fan and smiled slightly: "Today, since I smell the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers, then I will tell the story of this osmanthus tree." ”

Before the storyteller finished speaking, someone asked eagerly: "Then is this osmanthus tree also a monster that has cultivated to become a refinement?"

The storyteller smiled noncommittally and said, "Don't rush, and listen to me slowly." ”

"Osmanthus, because of its elegant and noble, when the flowers bloom, the fragrance floats nine miles, the fragrance of the flowers can be cleaned, and the thick can be far-reaching, so it is called 'nine miles of incense' or 'fairy tree'. Not far from here there is a village, which is named 'Xianshu Village' because of the many laurel trees planted in the village......"

"At the entrance of Xianshu Village, there is a huge laurel tree with lush foliage, no one knows when it was planted, and the elderly people in the village say that this laurel tree has been there since the time of their ancestors, maybe it has survived for a hundred years or a thousand years......

At this point, the storyteller suddenly interrupted him from someone in the crowd: "I know this tree, my father heard from his ancestors, that the tree is so huge that the trunk of the tree cannot be hugged by a few people!

When people heard this, they began to talk about it, and a few elderly people said that they had indeed heard of such strange things, and there was a lot of rumors at the time that the tree had run away in the form of a phantom human.

The little girls stared at each other in disbelief, and then asked the storyteller, "Is there such a strange thing?"

The storyteller took a sip of tea and paused, he looked up at the sky, and then said, "This tree...... There's a place for it. ”

"Okay, okay, let's listen to the story of the gentleman, and after listening to the gentleman, you will know what is going on. Someone impatiently interrupted the discussion and asked the storyteller to continue.

The storyteller nodded, shook the paper fan and continued to tell the story: "It is said that one day, a demon slayer who had just returned from his studies came to Xianshu Village, and he was tired from the long journey, so he rested under the laurel tree at the entrance of this village......

"Huh, what is this person doing?" I saw a petite woman, dressed in a pale yellow tulle dress, leaning against the laurel tree, looking at the young man lying on the ground and frowning.

She leaned down and slowly leaned forward to take a closer look, only to see that the young man had a beautiful face, fair complexion, red lips, and his hands were pillowing behind his head and sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The woman couldn't help but secretly think in her heart: Huh, this person's skin is so white, could it be ...... Is it what people often call "little white face"?

She stretched out her hand and poked the young man's face, wow!

The woman smiled, revealing two sweet dimples. She suddenly became playful, and her fingers slowly climbed between the young man's eyebrows, gently touching the thick eyebrows, and gradually moving down, touching the young man's soft eyelashes.

Haha, it's fun! The woman became more and more bold, and the strength in her hands couldn't help but grow. Her fingers moved to the bridge of the boy's straight nose, and poked it playfully, who expected the boy to frown, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he was about to wake up.

The woman quickly withdrew her hand in horror and hid behind a tree in a flash.

I saw that the young man opened his eyes and rubbed his nose, got up and sat up, he frowned, scratched his hair and muttered, "Did a bug crawl on my face just now?"

He hurriedly wiped his face with his hand, pouted and said, "Damn bugs, disturb my good dreams!"

The woman hiding behind the tree secretly watched this scene and couldn't help but curse secretly: "You are the hateful worm!

The boy stood up, patted the dust off his body, stretched his waist widely, and then turned left and right.

"What is he doing here?" the woman wondered, why did this person look so strange?

The young man took a deep breath of comfort, and then suddenly frowned, and he looked around, well, as if there was no one, and then he walked to the tree, and unbuckled his belt.

The woman peeping behind the tree frowned, wondering what the hell was this man going to do?, and then she heard the sound of a stream of water that made the woman understand, and she ran out angrily, kicking the boy to the ground.

"You are so shameless!, you did such a lewd thing in broad daylight!" the woman scolded angrily at the young man.

The young man hurriedly put on his trousers, turned his back to the woman, and said in embarrassment, "You girl, how can you be so shameless? Don't you know that there is a difference between men and women?"

The young man originally looked at no one around, and wanted to borrow this big tree for convenience, but he didn't expect a woman to suddenly burst out and catch him, and pointed at himself without hesitation, which made him embarrassed to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"I don't know what makes a difference between a man and a woman, I just know that you stained my tree!" the woman scolded angrily, still pointing at the boy angrily.

"You girl is so strange, how did this wild tree by the roadside become your tree?" asked the young man, puzzled.

The woman walked behind the young man, turned the young man around, pointed to the big tree and said solemnly: "This is my home, of course this tree is mine!"

"Home?" the young man glared at the woman in surprise, pointed to the big tree next to him, and asked blankly, "You mean...... You...... Live...... Living in a tree?"

"Yes!" replied with the woman's affirmative nod.