Liu Han, as his name suggests, is a middle-aged man about forty years old, usually dressed in a short dress, and his protruding muscles like a dragon are exposed to the air, and some exposed scars make him look very terrifying, and other idlers dare not approach at all. ≤≤，

It's just that although Liu Han looks like a reckless man who fights and kills, in fact, those who know him know that this Liu Han is actually an out-and-out literary and artistic youth.

That's right, it's a literary and artistic youth.

Although Liu Han usually makes a living licking blood from the knife edge, as long as he has time, he will take out a book of poetry or prose or something to read carefully, which surprises the people around him.

Today, Liu Han walked into Qingfeng Study as usual, compared to his peers who like to go to bookstores, Liu Han prefers Qingfeng Study to be a bookstore that focuses on various poems and scriptures.

As soon as Liu Han entered Qingfeng Study, he was immediately taken aback by the scene in front of him, "What's the matter, how can there be so many people in the study today, so hasn't the rush to buy "The Condor Heroes" gradually faded?"

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, Liu Han had no choice but to accept this fact, just when he thought that he couldn't read quietly today, suddenly, a familiar figure came into his eyes.

"Qi Shan, why did you kid run here?"

"Of course it's to buy books!" replied a young man in his twenties.

"Buy books? I don't know you yet, what books can you kid buy? It's not the biographies of those chivalrous men who fight and kill or all kinds of little yellow texts, and there are still books you read here?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that, tell you, I'm not looking at the vulgar stuff I used to see today. Qi Shan Yizheng's words were authentic.

"Oh? What's that?"

“！”

"Poof"

Listened to Qi Shan's answer. Liu Han smiled disdainfully, "Looking at the recent ones except for Mr. Tang's two books, which are still more interesting, others, especially these things in Qingfeng's study, you are embarrassed to say that they are elegant things?"

"Hmph, don't look down on people. Look at what I bought this time?" Facing Liu Han's disdain, Qi Shan also showed quite resentment.

"What is this? A Chinese Ghost Story?"

"That's right, it's a book about ghosts. ”

"So what? This kind of story hasn't happened before, isn't it the story of those Taoist priests who slay demons and eliminate demons?"

"It's not!"

"Is that a monk or a ranger?"

"Neither, look at the first page for yourself!"

In the face of Liu Han's repeated "provocations", Qi Shan couldn't stand it, and directly turned the first page and spread it out to Liu Han.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon and look at each other. Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. ”

Looking at the quatrain on the first page, Liu Han read it out word by word, and after reading it, he immediately fell into a kind of reverie.

I have to say that the poem at the beginning of A Chinese Ghost Story is still very meaningful, if it is a reckless man like Qi Shan, he may only sweep it in a hurry, but if it is a little Wenqing like Liu Han, he will be attracted to the eyeballs at once.

"Look at the moon and look at each other. Only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals......"

Liu Han seemed to chew a few times, "It's a little interesting......"

He was about to go down again. But this is, Qi Shan was already waiting a little impatiently, and as soon as he put the book away, he said a little proudly: "How about it? I said yes, I won't bother you, I'll go back to reading first!"

As he spoke, Qi Shanli ignored Liu Han's shout. Straight out the door.

"Hey, this stinky boy......"

Although Liu Han scolded and scolded on his lips, he felt like he had been scratched at this time, and he couldn't itch.

"Why don't you buy one too?"

Look at the crowd that is purchasing. Liu Han had such an idea in his heart. You must know that Liu Han usually doesn't watch it much, even "Shooting the Condor" and "The Condor", which were more popular a while ago, he was too lazy to buy them because there were too many people in line, and finally borrowed them from the people around him to read them.

But at this time, he had the idea of buying this book, "Buy it, buy it, although the books in Qingfeng Study are expensive, but a book is not unaffordable, why do you care so much!"

Immediately, Liu Han was ruthless and joined the crowd of people rushing to buy, and the same scene also happened in various places in Dali at this time.

......

The teahouse in the ancient alley gathers many people every afternoon, and in this noisy and bustling city, this teahouse looks quaint and far-reaching, and every afternoon or evening, it will be full of people.

Among these people, they came to drink tea again, but more of them still came to listen to stories.

"Smack!"

As soon as the sound of the hall sounded, I saw that the storyteller in the middle immediately spat and said: "At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the wind was blowing the leaves, and the crows on the top of the trees were chirping, Guo Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, and tears came out of his eyes."

Exactly: 'The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn breeze is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. Lovesickness knows when it is, and it is embarrassing to be embarrassed at this time. ’”

"Good!"

There was a burst of applause from the hall, but then someone shouted: "Mr. Zhang, this "Condor Heroes" is finished, should you take out "The Condor Heroes" again and talk about it!"

"Yes, sir, we've listened to it seven or eight times, it's good, it's good, and I'm tired of listening to it too much!"

"That's right, let's listen to another one!"

......

"Smack!"

The startling wood sounded again, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

"Since you insist on asking for it, then the old man will give you a love story about Ning Gongzi and the female ghost. ”

"People and ghosts?"

"Let me tell you more about it. ”

Suddenly, the hall was silent.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. Ning Caichen, departed. Generous and cool, inexpensive and self-respecting. Each pair said: 'Life is the same. ’”

......

"Smack!"

"For more information, please listen to the next breakdown!"

"Don't be, you just said that the dryad injured Ning Caichen, so what happened later, what happened later?"

"Yes, that's all, sir, let's talk about it more!"

Everyone in the hall is now attracted by the wonderful part of the story, how can they be willing to end it like this, but the storyteller can't help it, this "A Chinese Ghost Story" is not "Shooting the Condor", the story is so long, I can't help but tell it, if it is finished in a few days, how will he tell it in the future.

"Wait, sir, let's add money, add money, you tell us about it again!"

"Yes, let's add money!"

As he spoke, these people, regardless of whether the storyteller agreed or not, took out the silver money and threw it to the storyteller, among which there was some money such as gold beans, and in a short time, a gong in front of the storyteller was stuffed with silver money.

Seeing so many silver taels, the storyteller was also dumbfounded, and after a long time, the storyteller swallowed his saliva: "Then I'll tell you about it again?"

"Good!"

Immediately, there was thunderous applause from the hall.

......

The evening breeze gusted, and under the cold moonlight, the dead leaves of the old trees kept falling with the blowing of the evening breeze, which looked a little gloomy.

"Click, click!"

A steady footstep came from afar, trampling on an unknown number of dead branches and leaves.

This is a young man wearing a pale cyan robe and a somewhat handsome face. It can be clearly seen from the young man's steps, which are already with a red tide, that the young man is a little excited at this time.

When he walked in front of the old tree, the young man suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and then shouted: "Qingqing, are you there, come out and meet me!"

"Whew!"

An evening breeze blew, and nothing appeared in front of him.

"Qingqing...... Qingqing ......"

After calling for a while, the young man suddenly shouted: "Qingqing, if you don't come out again, I will crash to death on this tree, and then I will go to see you!"

For a long time, there was still no movement around.

Seeing this, the young man resolutely glanced at the scene in front of him, and wanted to crash into the old tree.

"Wang Gongzi, what do you mean by this?"

A gust of wind struck, and a young girl dressed in green clothes appeared in front of her.

"Qingqing, you are finally willing to see me. Seeing this girl, the prince immediately said excitedly.

"Wang Gongzi, it is impossible for you and me to be separated from yin and yang. The girl in Tsing Yi shook her head and said.

Hearing this, the prince was not as lost as usual, but said softly and firmly: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese New Year. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal...... If others can, we can do the same!"

"Prince Wang, you mean ......"

"That's right, Qingqing, look at this book, the story of this Ning Gongzi is even more tragic than ours, but they can walk together bravely, and we can too!"

As he spoke, Wang Gongzi took out a cyan book from his arms and spread it out in the palm of his hand.

"A Chinese Ghost Story?"

"That's right, look at it!"

In the cool moonlight, the girl in Tsing Yi sat on the branches of the old tree, leaned on the young man's chest, and gently turned the first page of the book...... (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!u.)