The rest of my life walked out of the inn, and the sun was shining.

Across the street, the sound of children reading aloud could be heard.

The autumn harvest has come to an end, but the townsfolk are still busy in the fields.

Next to the tall leafy stall, there was another table, and behind the table sat the storyteller of the town.

On the table, there was a jar of wine and a plate of peanuts.

The storyteller's surname was He, and Yu Sheng asked curiously: "Lao He, what are you doing?"

"Collect some stories", Lao He pointed to the signboard in front of him - wine for stories.

Talking all day with storytelling, he has drained him, and he has to add it now.

Isn't this robbing me of my story, I feel that this method is really good for the rest of my life to use to complete his task of [I have wine, you have a story].

"When you have a story, call me and listen to it", Yu Sheng said, "I have the wine." ”

"Okay," said the storyteller, happily, and it was too late for him to be happy.

For the rest of his life, he went to see Ye Zigao painting, "Don't say, once you draw a dragon, your painting skills will immediately be much higher." ”

"That's, I'm a professional at dragon painting. Ye Zi said without raising his head.

"It's just how you look like a black girl. Yu Sheng said.

Ye Zigao looked like a black cat with its tail stepped on, and almost jumped up, "How is it possible, it's like there." ”

"Why are you so excited", Yu Sheng sat on the steps next to the old beggar, "Even if you paint a black girl, she still can't eat you?"

"Well, I'm afraid," the old beggar gloated, "I'm afraid that the black girl will eat his waist." ”

The rest of his life was happy, and asked Ye Zigao: "You and the black girl, when are you two going to make trouble?"

He glanced at the rich man who helped the guests fetch water and feed the livestock, "The old rich is making rapid progress now, and you are the only one who is single." ”

Ye Zigao is annoying about this, "It's not me who makes trouble, it's a black girl." ”

"Then you take it first. Yu Sheng advised, "It's hard to reason with women, they have a magic skill." ”

"What magic skill?" Ye Zigao looked back at the rest of his life.

"Even if they make mistakes, they have the ability to put the blame on you. ”

Yu Sheng said that he was deeply affected by it, "I have talked about the experience of people who have come before. ”

As soon as the words ended, the storyteller and the old beggar nodded their heads, and even the rich and poor who were feeding the cattle raised their heads and said "yes".

The cattle that Fu Yu is serving are from the demon city.

Thanks to the blessing of the rest of his life, now Yangzhou is prosperous in business, and there are many caravans coming and going.

Most of them rested at the inn and then went to Yangzhou City.

There are also caravans going to Gusu, and they will wait at the inn for a while, and wait for the team to grow together and go together.

"What are you nodding, you have a daughter-in-law?" Ye Zigao looked at the old beggar.

The old beggar cocked his feet, "To tell you the truth, before I became a beggar, I was also the one who married several daughters-in-law. ”

"Just you, how many daughters-in-law?" Ye Zigao obviously didn't believe it.

"Ha", the old beggar Yile, "I don't believe it, I'm not pretending to be a passerby." ”

"Your uncle", everyone scolded him together.

Yu Sheng continued to persuade Ye Zigao, and came up with a bad idea, deliberately saying: "I can tell you, if you are indifferent, the black girl will become someone else, and Gui Chenxiang will attack the black girl." ”

"What?" the leaf was distracted, and the pen drew a long line on the paper, adding an "antenna" to the black dragon's head.

"That old thing is a master, you pay attention. Yu Sheng said.

He saw a bald man in the caravan sitting in front of the storyteller, and he was busy sitting beside him.

"A story and a glass of wine", the rest of his life personally poured wine for him.

The bald head was flattered, "Thank you, thank you Shopkeeper Yu." ”

He took a sip and said, "The story I am telling happened to me." ”

The bald head came from a mountain town to the north, and about a year ago, a Taoist priest came to his door and knocked on his door.

He said that at the request of the deceased, he came to get his own medicine gourd. The bald head recalled.

At that time, he was very strange, because he had neither the deceased of a Taoist priest nor a medicinal gourd in his family.

But the Taoist priest said conclusively, "The Taoist priest said that the medicine gourd will be hung in our house, let me let him in." ”

The bald head wondered, it happened that there were many servants in the house, and he was not afraid of meeting bad people, so he put him in.

The Taoist priest walked in front, led them into the courtyard, and walked until he reached the room where he was waiting for the living room, and walked in without hesitation.

After entering," the Taoist priest pointed to a painting on the wall and said with a smile, "This is not my gourd?" said the bald head.

There is a gourd in the painting, but it is just an ordinary painting, and the painting shows someone carrying a medicine gourd on his back climbing a mountain and collecting medicine.

The bald head just thought it looked good, so he bought it back and hung it up.

Hearing the Taoist priest say this, the bald head was surprised and puzzled.

The rest of my life was also confused, how to take the gourd in the painting?

Just when I didn't understand, the Taoist priest pointed to the painting, and the person in the painting actually came to life and handed the medicine gourd in the painting to the Taoist priest. ”

The Taoist priest took it with a smile at that time, opened the medicine gourd, and took out a pill as red as blood from it.

The bald head was both surprised and admired, and only felt that he had met an immortal.

He asked the Taoist priest at that time, "What is the use of this medicine gourd?"

The Taoist priest said that in half a year, there would be a great plague here, and the medicine in his medicine gourd was used to save people.

He sighed and said that it was a pity that there was not enough medicine, and that he could only save a small number of people, and the rest of the people had to ask for more blessings. The bald head said.

When he heard this, he was afraid that he was the majority of the dead people, so he hurriedly begged the Taoist priest to sell him some medicine.

"The Taoist priest disagreed at first, but later, at my strong request. He said, for the sake of the face of the medicine gourd in your family, I will sell you ten pieces. I also happened to use the money from selling medicine to make some medicine to save the people. ”

The bald head took out the family's funds, paid a thousand yuan, bought ten, and respectfully sent the Taoist priest away.

"The result?" peeled peanuts for the rest of his life, listening to them with relish.

"As a result, there has been no plague yet. He pointed to the top of his head, "I am bald." ”

"That's what's wrong with you," said Yu Sheng, "how can you expect the plague to come." ”

The bald head smiled bitterly, "I also know that I am not kind, but I have become the laughing stock of the whole city now." ”

He drank the rest of the wine, all the sourness in the wine, "so I ran out into business." ”

The storyteller sighed and wrote down the story.

Yu Sheng's heart moved, and he said, "Can you describe to me what this Taoist priest looks like?"

This style of acting, the rest of his life always felt that he had seen this Taoist priest.

Waiting for the bald head to describe it, Yu Sheng clapped his hands, "It's him, it's wrong." ”

The Taoist priest mentioned by the bald head is exactly the same as the Taoist priest who calculated the fate of the posthumous son for Pork Jiu a few days ago.

"What?" the bald head looked at the rest of his life.

"The Taoist priest you said is in Yangzhou, I have arrested it, and if you have a chance, you will go to Jinyiwei Prison to have a look, as for the money, I don't know if I can chase it back. Yu Sheng said.

"Really?" the bald head touched his head and decided that when he arrived in Yangzhou City, he would definitely go and see it.

He stood up and grabbed a handful of peanuts by the way, "This thing is good, shopkeeper Yu, can't you sell it?"

"Wait until next year, not this year. Yu Sheng said.

The bald head remembered, got up and left.

Yu Sheng turned around and said to the storyteller: "Lao He, remember to write my wisdom and Taoist priest into it." ”

"Gotcha", the old He Fen who didn't raise his head wrote a book.

Yu Sheng stood up and was very proud, and now he is a legend.

At this moment, the voice of the system sounded in his thoughts: Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the task [Believer of the Gods], you have a story, I have wine. Immediately, the Divine Skill reward 'Transformation' has been distributed, and it is valid for 15 days, which has covered the original Divine Skill 'Copy'. ”

The rest of my life was stunned, what does it mean to transform into a shape?

The system tells the rest of your life that transfiguration is the temporary transformation of anything into a living thing, following your own commands.

The rest of his life is clear, almost the same as the Taoist priest's bean-scattering into soldiers.