There is a storyteller in this Gusu city, and the storyteller often carries a white cloth banner, and the wind blows the banner, with the words "If I smell it" on the front and "Listen to it" on the reverse side

Storytellers often tell stories when the sun sets, because in this way, more people will come to listen to the books.

A young child asked the storyteller what he meant.

The storyteller said with a smile.

"These stories are all hearsay, so you can just listen to them."

"So, today's story looks like this," the storyteller recounted.

"But said that Luting City, there is a big family, this family is surnamed Lin, the forester is kind and charitable, and the wife is also kind-hearted, the forester accepted two concubines, but the two concubines have nothing, only the lady of the staff gave birth to a phoenix for the forester, I wanted to name the child Lin Xi, take the meaning of "rare", because this is the only child of the two couples, but this child is always a girl, called Lin Xi is too ugly, it happened that there was a Taoist priest named Qin Anyi passing by, and the Taoist priest was a guest in the Lin family's mansion, On the occasion of the birth of the daughter of the Lin family, the Taoist priest calculated the life of the daughter of the Lin family, and he calculated that the Miss Lin family was short of water, so the forest member replaced the word "thin" with the word "stream".

"Coincidentally, a few years after Lin Xi was born, a new Ding was added to the forester's family, they are two big fat boys, and the two big fat boys are also born with pink carvings, snow-white and pink, and they will be beautiful men in the future."

"Miss Lin Xi is good-looking, isn't she?" The village children asked the storyteller.

"Yes, Miss Lin Xi is very beautiful, Miss Lin Xi has been a beauty embryo since she was a child, but this Miss Lin Xi is different from others." The storyteller sells the guanzi.

"What's wrong?" The young man chewing the grass root asked curiously.

"Other big ladies love female red, read scripts, or yearn for rivers and lakes, but Miss Lin likes to pinch clay figures, the clay figures she pinched are vivid, except for the color and size of the clay figures, they are the same as real people." The storyteller took a sip of the tea given by the teahouse owner Cheng Xi, "And it was a clay figure that brought death to Miss Lin."

...

"Miss, the master wants you to marry Wan Jinyuan." Fluttershy said to Lin Xi, her expression full of worry, "Wan family has already invited a matchmaker to kiss her."

Wanjia is a first-class wealthy family in Luting City.

"The life of my parents, the words of the matchmaker, I am just a woman, and I can't resist such a fate" Although Lin Xi was helpless, he couldn't, so he had to continue to pinch the clay figure.

"But Miss, you can only be a small person when you marry, and that ten thousand gold yuan is not a good person, he often lingers in the Qinglou Gambling House, and he still calls them brothers and sisters to the ninth-rate people, I'm afraid that Miss will be bullied if you marry in the past." Fluttershy says worriedly.

"No way, I'm just a girl after all." Lin Xi smiled, indescribably poignant.

"Miss—" Fluttershy wipes away tears.

...

"After that, Miss Lin married Wan Jinyuan, although this Wan Jinyuan was born with a good skin, but it was ruined on the outside, lingering in the Qinglou Gambling House, and the concubines in the family were all famous in the Qinglou, but this did not prevent him from sleeping in Miss Lin's room every night, so the wife of the big house was angry." The storyteller continued.

...

"Wan Lang, why do you always go to Miss Nalin's room?" Xu Yunian, the wife of the big house, asked the person next to the pillow resentfully.

"Because she's younger than you." Wan Jinyuan said in a daze.

"Is it just because you're young?" A trace of viciousness appeared on Xu Yunian's resentful face.

The next day, Xu Yunian took the evil servant to Lin Xi's wing.

"My sister has been coming to our Wanfu for some time, and I, as a sister, should also teach you the rules of this Wanfu." Xu Yunian said.

"Please teach me, sister." Lin Xi said respectfully.

"First, you need to say hello when you see the big house, otherwise you will slap your mouth." Xu Yunian said, and then raised his hand and twitched Lin Xi's cheek.

A crisp sound sounded, and Lin Xi covered his red and swollen cheeks, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Read

If you are a first-time offender, I will spare you, and remember this rule in the future."

"Miss!" Seeing that her young lady is being bullied, Fluttershy's loyal servant hurriedly guards Lin Xi's side.

"Where did you come from, *** maidservant, palm mouth."

...

"That day, Fluttershy was beaten to death, and Lin Xi was often abused by Xu Yunian." The storyteller said, "Wan Jinyuan didn't care about Lin Xi when he saw that he was humiliated, but the more injuries Lin Xi had, the less Wan Jinyuan went to Lin Xi's room, and Xu Yunian became more and more vicious when he saw this situation."

"Why is this woman so vicious?" When the women in the countryside heard this, they scolded Xu Yunian one after another.

"That's it, such a woman has such a vicious heart, is she eating too much poison?" The young posterior also said.

"But it's not a killing." The storyteller said.

...

Although Lin Xi was locked in a deep boudoir, she was able to sneak out, and that day, she met a monk.

The monk was sloppy, although he was young, but his monk's clothes were full of patches, and the monk's name was empty, and he gave Lin Xi a piece of cyan mud.

"I heard that Miss Lin likes to pinch clay figures, so the poor monk will give this piece of mud to Miss Lin." After the monk finished speaking, he disappeared.

Only then did Miss Lin know that she had met a master from outside the world, and with the mud in her arms, Miss Lin returned to Wanfu.

She looked at the green clay in her hand, and then pinched it.

"The eyes should be bigger, the bridge of the nose should be higher..." Lin Xi pinched the clay figure, she pinched out the image of the lover in her mind, it was a handsome young man, but the carving knife accidentally cut his hand, Lin Xi's blood dripped on the clay figure, and a blood-red mark appeared behind the clay figure, as if it was a birthmark.

Lin Xi called the clay man "lover".

"But you can't live without a name, Lover, Qing... Then I'll call you Qingmang." Lin Xi named the clay figurines.

...

"Whenever Lin Xi was abused by Xu Yunian, Lin Xi would hug Qingmang to tell her pain and lovesickness, and Lin Xi had regarded Qingmang as her husband." The storyteller said.

"But it was Qingmang who brought death to Lin Xi."

...

"Wan Lang, I suspect that Lin Xi is having an affair with outsiders, and my subordinates told me that Lin Xi will chant a name every night, called Qingmang." Xu Yunian blew the wind on the pillow.

"What?!" Wan Jinyuan listened to it and immediately sobered up.

The furious Wan Jinyuan rushed to Lin Xi's wing room with his family, and pushed the door in a rage.

At this time, Lin Xi was holding Qingmang, and she looked at Wan Jinyuan's hideous and distorted face in horror.

"Okay, you really fornicated with others and stole people behind my back!" Wan Jinyuan kicked Lin Xi fiercely.

"Hand over the clay figurines in your hands." Xu Yunian said coldly, his tone full of pride.

"No." Although the pain was unbearable, Lin Xi still refused to hand over the green mang.

"If you don't pay it, then call me until she hands it over, and give it to me." Wan Jinyuan scolded angrily.

...

"Sir, don't drink tea, what's going on?" A girl with pigtails urges the storyteller.

"Later—" the storyteller put down the teapot, "Later, Miss Lin Xi died and her soul returned to Huangquan."

"Huh?" The girl's face was full of disbelief.

...

"Less... Young master, she... She's not moving," the family said in horror.

"Heh, if you're dead, you're dead, the female godhusband *** should have been immersed in the pig cage, and we can't blame us for her early death, if you want to blame herself." Wan Jinyuan snorted coldly, "Bring that clay figure here, I want to see what that female godman looks like."

The family dragged the clay figure in Lin Xi's hand, and it took a lot of effort to drag the clay figure down, and the clay figure was stained with Lin Xi's mixed blood.

"Oh, little white face." Wan Jinyuan took the clay figurine and looked at it

The face of the clay man, and then the clay figure fell heavily on Lin Xi's body.

"Tomorrow find someone to draw the face of this clay figure, and you will throw her body into a mass grave." Wan Jinyuan instructed his subordinates.

So, a few subordinates dragged Lin Xi's body to the mass grave.

No one could notice that there was a tear of blood in the clay man's eyes.

When the next man returned, he found that the clay figure had actually moved.

The clay man climbed through the window and escaped from the mansion.

"Demon... Youkai!" Screams, coming from all over the house.

Mass graves.

The clay man looked at Lin Xi's corpse and shed bloody tears.

Qing Mang's body exuded a cyan brilliance, and the brilliance enveloped Lin Xi's body, and after that, Lin Xi's body returned to its original state, but there was no temperature.

Qingmang had been shedding blood and tears, only the size of his palm, he dragged Lin Xi's body step by step, dragging Lin Xi to a clean place where there were no other corpses.

The palm-sized clay figurine, no matter how hard it is, never gave up.

The wild dogs wanted to tear Lin Xi's body, and Qingmang chased those wild dogs away.

The crows wanted to peck at Lin Xi's corpse, and Qingmang also drove the crows away.

Little Qingmang kept digging in the ground all the time, and he wanted to dig a grave for Lin Xi.

The little clay figure couldn't cry, and when he was tired, he hugged Lin Xi's hand and put his head in the palm of his hand, hoping for a trace of temperature.

The little clay figure tried to warm her, but he couldn't give her warmth, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

The little clay figure, he changed the ruined Lin Xi back to his original state.

A small clay figure guarding her body.

The little clay figurine persistently digs solid ground for her.

The little clay figurine, with no tools, only small hands, stuck to her palm when she was tired, as if she wanted to hear her heartbeat.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't cry out loud.

All he could express his emotions was the blood and tears that kept flowing, and the eyes begging her to come back to life.

"Little clay figurine, is it worth it for you to do this?" A corpse monster that had given birth to a spirit had been paying attention to Qingmang for a long time, and it asked Qingmang.

Qingmang couldn't speak, so he could only write on the ground.

"I would like to be turned into a stone bridge, and endure five hundred years of wind blowing, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just begging her to walk over the bridge."

After the corpse monster saw it, it didn't say a word for a long time.

"That's not how the grave was dug." The corpse monster said, helping Qingmang dig up the grave.

After a few moments, the grave was dug and the corpse monster left, and before taking it away, the corpse monster gave Qingmang a wooden plank.

"There's always going to be a tombstone." The corpse monster said.

"Thank you." Qingmang wrote.

"It's fine." The corpse monster smiled, and its hideous and terrifying face was actually a little cuter.

The corpse monster left, Qingmang also carved the tombstone, and he carefully dragged Lin Xi's body and buried it in the grave.

"Little clay figurine, is it worth it?" The drunken Taoist priest who appeared at some point asked Qingmang.

Qingmang nodded firmly, then pointed to the ground.

"Well, have you heard the story?" The Taoist priest looked at the words written by Qingmang on the ground and told Qingmang a story.

Ananda is Devadatta's younger brother and a cousin of the Buddha, and one of the ten disciples of the Buddha.

Ananda said to the Buddha, "I am in love with a woman."

The Buddha asked Ananda, "How much do you like this woman?"

Ananda said, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and I will be blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, and I just want her to pass over the bridge."

"So, are you willing to turn into bluestone, into a bridge, and only wait for her to walk through?" The drunken Taoist priest asked Qingmang, "It's just that in that case, you will also lose your mind and turn into a dead thing again."

"I do." Qingmang wrote these three words on the ground.

"World

Everyone is afraid of ghosts and monsters, and they don't know that ghosts and demons have feelings." As the Taoist priest spoke, his robe waved, and the grave was filled, and the green mang turned into a piece of bluestone after a burst of light.

How much will you like it? But love at first sight is a lifetime, but you don't ask for anything in return, but you wait?

All these Qingmang understands that he is only willing to suffer the pain of creation for the sake of that reunion.

...

"And then?" The curious child asked the storyteller.

"Then Wan Wan's family wealth was lost overnight, Wan Jinyuan and Xu Yunian were all crazy, and when they met, they said that there were ghosts looking for them to take revenge, and later, the child of Miss Lin Xi's second brother was also born, it was a girl, and when the girl was eighteen years old, a bluestone bridge was built, and this year she also had a sister named Lin Die." The storyteller said.

"And what's her name?" The girl asked the storyteller.

"Her name is Lin Xi, the Xi of Morning Dawn, during the begging festival, she met a teenager on the bridge, and Wan Jinyuan, who was crazy, pointed at the boy and couldn't say a word."

"That's the end of the story." As he spoke, the storyteller picked up the flag.

The front "If I Smell" turns, revealing the reverse side of "Listen to it".

The breeze blows, and the flags flutter.

——

In the small Taoyuan theater, the storyteller snapped his eyes, and the story was finished.

But Qin Shenfu was not interested in this story, but others applauded.

"Good!" Some took the lead in applauding and scattering the money.

Qin Shenfu was thoughtful.

"What does this fairy gate have to do with this story?"

The storyteller rested, and the actors in the small peach orchard began to babble and sing.

Then Qin Shenfu went to ask the storyteller.

"What the hell do you mean by this story?"

The storyteller shook his head and said, "If I say it directly, then the immortal gate will definitely be able to perceive it, and if it does, you may not be able to meet it."

"You said you can't meet me? Fallacy." Qin Shenfu snorted coldly.

The Void Heart system in the body began to operate, and the story of the storyteller began to be calculated.

This is a kind of big data extrapolation, and the so-called big data is also inferred from the world.

But it really allowed him to find some clues.

The storyteller's story is not false but true, and it happened sixty years ago, just a few years ago.

For the future big data calculation, it is also estimated that the time for the opening of the fairy gate has also been calculated.

"I see, that's what this storyteller means." Qin Shenfu thought in his heart, but was silent.

Just watching the opera, and when the opera is over, the storyteller takes the stage again and tells another story.

This time, the story and the characters told, Qin Shenfu knows very well.

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I still owe our alliance leader [Nine Mountains and Rivers Xuanyuan Xia Yu] seven watches.