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Liao Zhai Zhiwei recorded a story about the Taoist priest of Laoshan Mountain, saying that there was a scholar who dreamed of becoming an immortal to go to Laoshan to learn Taoism, and returned home after completing his studies. After learning a little wall piercing technique, he planned to use it for theft, but the spell suddenly failed, and he hit a lot of bags on his head, and reaped the consequences.

The story is very famous, and it has been made into a cartoon, there is illusion in the story of the Laoshan Taoist, there is a paragraph that the scholar does not want to learn the Tao, and he met the master to entertain friends, and the Moon Palace Chang'e was recruited to accompany the guests, this paragraph is called immortality, in fact, it is illusion, the knowledge from the shirt yarn, even the Nancun dropout record such an unpopular book has been read, and it is not a problem to talk about the strange things, she said this is to test the illusion of the little madman to that point.

Has it reached the point of legend, or rather, to the point that she can't crack it, the little madman heard the words of the shirt yarn, and smiled lightly: "Look, isn't that coming!" ”

With the little madman pointing, the locust tree in front of him suddenly seemed to be pushed away, more like the camera was stretching, and gradually there were ten meters away from them, and then the locust tree fell leaves, and a figure floated to the ground with the fallen leaves, at first less than a foot tall, floating to the ground, just as tall as ordinary people.

There are a total of seven women, all of them are different, but they are all peerless beauties, with slender waists and beautiful faces, wearing a white dress as thin as gauze, cinnabar in the eyebrows, and hair coiled up, all of which are the costumes of the Tang Dynasty.

The right eye of the shirt yarn jumped, but Wang Xiaobai's eyes were round, the seven fairies are really a little familiar, isn't this the old version of Journey to the West, the seven fairies who went to Pan Taoyuan to pick peaches? After thinking about it, I couldn't help but secretly laugh, the little madman knew what a fairy looked like, and it was also from the TV series.

The fairies dance very beautifully, there is a great ancient style, the problem is that there is a dead silence all around, the picture seems a little dry, the eyes of the shirt and yarn are shining, and the little madman asks: "Is there no music?" ”

"Listen!" The little madman made a gesture of listening, and a melodious sound sounded, and under the locust tree, a team of costume musicians was playing, and sheng, flute, guzheng, pipa...... The melody is beautiful, the dancing is brisk, and the picture is no longer as beautiful as the world.

The little madman's hand illusion is a big spectacle, the audience is fascinated, and they can't tell the difference between reality and illusion, the audience already feels this way when they watch the live broadcast, Wang Xiaobai, who is in it, feels more deeply, but he has been in contact with the illusion of the little madman for some time, and the little madman has also taught him, so he can naturally see it.

On the side, the shirt Salai and Sasaki are not as strong as him, although the two of them look normal, but they resist a little hard, especially Sasaki, who seems to remain calm, but if you look closely, you can see that his cheeks have been trembling slightly, and sweat has inadvertently flowed down his cheeks.

Even the shirt yarn's face was a little paler than before, and the action of boiling tea slowed down, but the little madman became more and more open, and said loudly: "I'm happy today, so I will invite Sister Chang'e over for a gathering, and let Miss Shangshirt see what Fairy Chang'e looks like." ”

After saying these two words, the little madman stood up and bent down towards the locust tree and saluted: "Sister Chang'e, come out quickly, we came to see you, if you don't come out, I will catch your rabbit......"

The little madman's words are punned, with great meaning, Wang Xiaobai can't help but be happy, the little madman who defeated the mad demon is much more stable, not so crazy, but it is becoming more and more out of tune, what he said makes people think about it...... Wang Xiaobai grinned, and before he could laugh, a fairy behind the locust tree walked out slowly holding a rabbit.

As the saying goes, the clouds and sunny days are looming, and the reunion is lacking. The lack of the moon is still round but old, and there is no trick to replace Zhu Yan. Thinking about the old days, Chang'e said goodbye. And suck the syrup and pour the Beidou, as far as the present, the past and the past are all said. Fragrant jasmine, is clear......

The woman who came out with a rabbit behind the locust tree was dressed in plain clothes, curly and tingting, without superfluous decorations and not showy, but in line with the imagination of all men.

Because no one can describe her appearance, or rather, she is just a concept, this concept is called Chang'e, there is a saying, there are a thousand Amlets, there are a thousand people, but in China, there are a thousand people, there are a thousand Chang'e, everyone has a different understanding of Chang'e, but the Chang'e conjured up by the little madman is plausible, trance is a concept, and then you can fill it according to the imagination in your mind.

Wang Xiaobai was shocked, the little madman was defeating the demons in his heart, and his illusion seemed to be on the next level, and it was already a little difficult for him to distinguish whether all this he saw in front of him was true or false, and said it was false, because everyone knew that there was no Chang'e on the moon, it was just a myth and legend, but the oncoming Chang'e was in line with all Wang Xiaobai's imagination, cold, lonely, peerless and captivating......

Even Chang'e came with a light fragrance of acacia flowers, at this moment, all Wang Xiaobai's perceptions, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind told him that Chang'e was real, it can be seen how far the little madman's illusion has become, Wang Xiaobai took a deep breath, and saw Sasaki's eyes looking at Chang'e were scattered.

Seeing that Sasaki was about to be unable to do herself, she opened the folding fan in her hand with the sound of brushing, gently covered the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the long river is gradually falling." Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night. This is a poem written by the great poet Li Shangyin, you are Chang'e, then I ask you, do you regret it? ”

Chang'e let go of the little white rabbit in her arms, still walked over, and said softly: "The Moon Palace is lonely, the time is too long, I have long forgotten what regret should look like, for thousands of years, there are few people who know me, those who don't know me, more, those who know me, don't need to say more, those who don't know me, don't say more!" ”

Chang'e said these words, whether it was the audience or the people at the scene, they were a little stupid, and they answered so decently, can that be done by an illusion? Even the shirt yarn was speechless, seeing Chang'e walking up to them, there was an extra pot of wine and a few wine glasses in her hand, gently placed in front ......of the four people, and said softly: "I can see a few people, it is also fate, the Moon Palace is bitter, but the osmanthus wine has a bit of taste, and it is just right to entertain guests."

The wine glass was unfolded, the osmanthus wine in the wine pot was poured into the cup, and the little madman laughed and picked up the osmanthus wine poured out by Chang'e and said: "Happy, it was really a wonderful meeting, I will do it first!" As soon as he raised his head, a glass of wine was drunk into his mouth, Sasaki was already shaky, and he looked at the osmanthus wine in front of him, and his face was pale.

The jade-like wine glass, the light osmanthus wine, is in front of her, and it still exudes a faint aroma, does she drink it or not? Now the shirt yarn is a little unable to distinguish the boundary between illusion and reality, if everything in front of her is the illusion of a little madman, but she didn't see the slightest flaw, and even this glass of wine is placed in front of her.

If it was just an illusion, would she be serving a real glass of wine? Again, this glass of wine...... was touched by the little madman, and drank it rashly, he really didn't have the guts, but if he didn't drink it, he would be a little timid, and it was a problem to drink it or not, and he couldn't help but glance at Wang Xiaobai.

Wang Xiaobai saw her look over, picked up the glass of wine in front of her, raised her head and drank it, at the moment when she touched her tongue, there was no aroma of wine, only the fragrance of tea, that is to say, the so-called Chang'e toast is actually tea from the shirt yarn, but looking at the appearance of the shirt yarn, she was already a little confused, or rather, she couldn't find a flaw, so she didn't dare to drink this glass of wine.

Seeing that Wang Xiaobai also drank the osmanthus wine in front of him, the face of the shirt yarn became even paler, Wang Xiaobai had the heart to provoke her, flashed the mouth of the wine glass to her, and said: "Please!" ”

The shirt yarn smiled slightly, opened the folding fan again, and said softly to Wang Xiaobai: "Xiaobaijun, I never drink, and I won't make an exception this time, it's rude!" The folding fan put a lid on the wine glass, and in a trance, all the illusions were swept away, and there were still Chang'e, fairies, wine glasses, and locust trees in front of me, and I saw that I was still sitting in that elegant tea room.

The little madman laughed and said: "Miss Shangshan, you don't drink Sister Chang'e's wine, Sister Chang'e is very angry, so she drove us back, boring, boring, Miss Shangshan is really a boring person, Xiaobai, let's go!" ”

At this time, the sun is setting, it is already dusk, the little madman is leaving, of course Wang Xiaobai has to take this opportunity to leave, the shirt and yarn are quite like the thing to invite to drink tea, in fact, it is to test the depth and Taoism of him and the little madman......

Wang Xiaobai is really afraid that the ink will come from the shirt yarn endlessly, this set of Japanese etiquette is really a false force, obviously I can't wait to pull out the knife to you and stab you with a knife, but the surface is polite endlessly, and when the trick is done, it is too troublesome to draw the knife or draw the knife.

It's almost dark, Wang Xiaobai and the little madman haven't eaten lunch, do they continue to drink a belly of tea here? The timing of the two of them leaving was just right, and the shirt yarn also felt tired, and did not keep the two, but still politely sent the guests off: "I'm really sorry, I didn't entertain the two distinguished guests today, and I will definitely come to the door to apologize in person that day......"

Wang Xiaobai and the little madman politely returned the courtesy, never stopped any longer, and walked out of the courtyard......

The first meeting with Wang Xiaobai and the little madman ended like this, it looked quite harmonious and harmonious, and even the picture was beautiful, but in the live broadcast room, the Chinese and Japanese audiences were about to quarrel and go crazy, because from their point of view, it seemed that their own players had won......

The Chinese audience is overwhelming, and the Japanese audience has rarely exceeded 200,000 viewers, and once regained the position of the barrage, and the two sides quarreled over who won and lost......

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