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When the incense was inhaled, several little foxes rolled on the ground and turned into human shapes.

The leader is Qingfeng, who is about ** years old, dressed in red, and looks at Chang Jin with wide eyes.

Although in Chang Jin's eyes, he can still clearly see their bodies. But sandalwood had such an effect, which still surprised him a little.

Take a deep breath, and a little fragrance penetrates into the nostrils, faintly with a hint of confusion. However, for Chang Jin, just a slight movement of his mind, his divine consciousness was completely restored and clear, and he was not disturbed.

"Meet Mr." Several children stepped forward to meet Chang Jin one by one, and spoke human language.

Chang Jin looked very interesting, and asked for their names.

"My name is Qingfeng, she is Ayu, Xiao An, Xiao Jing ......" Qingfeng introduced several friends one by one.

"What kind of sandalwood is this, which can ⊥ you illusions?" Being able to communicate in human language, Chang Jin was much more relaxed, and he no longer had to guess the meaning of their body movements.

"This is my grandfather's secret condensing incense, humans will be confused when they smell it, but we fox people inhale the fragrance into our bodies, and we can condense our divine consciousness and transform into shape. Qingfeng explained.

"I see" Chang Jin nodded, and asked again, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Sir, tell us about the affairs of Wanshan Mansion, we want to hear it. As soon as Qingfeng spoke, the remaining little ones all showed eager eyes.

"You haven't been to the city?" Chang Jin asked with some surprise.

"Grandpa didn't let it, saying that there are too many bad people in the city, and there are some stinky Taoist priests, if they catch us, they will kill us. Last time, the eldest sister and I sneaked out to play, but the eldest sister was caught by the hunter and almost lost her life, and a few days ago, the little fox named Ayu ...... saw Chang Jin speak in a harmonious voice, and he was a lot bolder, and Balabala recounted.

Hearing it speak, Chang Jin knew that it was the fox demon who stopped him in the first place.

"The Imperial Priest is right, the human settlements are indeed dangerous, and it is best not to go to those places until you have been transformed. Chang Jin also nodded and admonished.

"Sir, why do humans shout at us and call us vixens?" another little girl said, her face full of puzzlement

"Ahem...... This question will be understood when you transform later" Chang Jin didn't know how to tell her about the contradictions between humans and monsters, so he could only prevaricate.

"Sir, why aren't you afraid of us?"

"Sir, tell us what ...... are in the city."

"Mr. ......"

Most of these little foxes have not long been born with spiritual sense, and it is the time to be curious about the outside world, and at this moment, one question after another pops up, making Chang Jin a little big.

In the end, he helplessly pressed down with his hands, and waited for the little ones to stop talking, before clearing his throat and said: "What's interesting in the city, wait for you to see for yourself after you transform, now I'll tell you a story, okay?"

As soon as they heard that they were going to tell a story, the little foxes immediately quieted down and stopped making noise.

What kind of story to tell, Chang Jin was a little worried.

"Journey to the West"?tell a group of monsters "Journey to the West", the story of Sun Wukong's rebellion?

"Romance of the Gods" ...... It tells the story of how a fox spirit fascinated the king of Shang and finally lost the country. In front of him is a group of genuine little fox demons, if they listen to it and remember it. Isn't this instigating others to make mistakes?

Chang Jin racked his brains, and finally said with a headache: "Today I will tell you a story of 'Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves'." Outside of the Great Yan Dynasty, there was a country called Persia......"

It was the first time for the little foxes to hear such a novel story, and they all pricked up their ears around him, listening to it with relish.

Unconsciously, I didn't even pay attention to the sandalwood burning.

After the story was told, these little guys were still unsatisfied, squeaking around Chang Jin, obviously wanting to listen to it.

Chang Jin waved them away, and even said that he would continue to talk about it tomorrow when he had time.

After last night's foreshadowing, a few little guys got much closer to Chang Jin during the day. When I was literate in the school, I stretched out my little paws and held the brush tightly and drew on the rice paper.

The front paws of the fox people are not comparable to the palms of human hands, and the difficulty of writing is much more difficult. Although these little guys write extremely seriously, but the words are like earthworms drilling holes, which is really miserable.

After writing a word, it was full of ink, and I couldn't tell what was written at all.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head, no wonder the emperor couldn't teach it himself. In this case, teaching for another three years will not be effective.

Gotta figure figure it out...... If the brush is not good, then the hard pen. Chang Jin immediately thought of writing on the sand with a tree branch.

The effect was quite good, at least the little foxes could barely make out what was written after they had scratched the sand with the branches.

In the next few days, Chang Jin and Huangfu became more and more familiar with each other. The title of the emperor outside the official also changed, calling him "Yunsheng".

Of course, every night, not long after dinner, those little foxes would gather inside the door, waiting for Chang Jin to tell a story.

When the emperor learned of this, he specially told the old servant to get some pastries and wine for supper.

The pastries are often shared with the little ones, and the drinks are drunk alone.

"Sir, is the wine delicious?" Seeing that he was drinking with relish, Xiao An couldn't help licking his mouth, revealing a bit of greed.

"Okay, good" Chang Jin nodded and poured himself another small glass. I don't know where the imperial servants got the fine wine, but it tastes sweet and delicious.

"Let's try it" Listening to his praise, several little fox demons were interested.

"No, you're too young to drink. Chang Jin didn't dare to instigate them to drink, so he hurriedly put the wine jug on the table.

"Sir, tell us another story......" Xiao An said a little unwillingly.

"Okay, I'll tell you another 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' story."

I thought that a few little guys had forgotten about the drink, but I didn't know that Chang Jin went out halfway, and when he came back, they showed their bodies one by one, and they were drunk and lying on the ground. Especially Xiao An, his two paws are still holding the wine jug and not letting go.

Seeing the little fox like this, Chang Jin shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Although they are able to transform with the help of Divine Incense, once drunk, their divine consciousness will fall into chaos. The brain does not listen to commands, and the aura in the body naturally becomes messy and uncontrolled.

This is also the reason why in those Zhiwei novels, the monster is drunk and shows its original form.

Fortunately, the little foxes were messing around in the manor, and if they were drunk outside and showed their bodies, they would have been skinned and killed.

The wind can't last, and when they wake up, Chang Jin reprimanded them fiercely, and then took out the ring ruler and beat them one by one on their claws.

During the day, he taught the little foxes to learn words, and when he was free, he held a book and read, and in recent days, Chang Jin has lived a leisurely life in the Green Willow Villa, and he has the mind to forget the troubles of the world.

After breakfast on this day, he said hello to the emperor's staff and ran towards Wanshan Mansion alone. first returned the borrowed books to Lang Yuzhu, and then went to the inn to visit Wang Qinian.

I wanted to go back to Greenwillow Villa after finishing my errands, but I didn't know that Wang Qinian dragged him to go outside the city.

The days passed so fast, they set off to Wanshan Mansion to come to the cold spring in February, and now in the blink of an eye, the twilight of spring is about to end.

Walking out of the city, all the way to the verdant red and green, everywhere the warblers sing and dance.

Chang Jin had never seen this situation in his previous life, and a text couldn't help but come to mind: "In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peanut trees are mixed, and the warblers are flying wildly. ”

Although Wanshan Mansion is not the boundary of the south of the Yangtze River, it also has a different kind of spring.

The spring is warm, and there are not a few people who go on an outing in Wanshan Province. It wasn't until they crossed the Bishui River by boat that the tourists gradually thinned out.

There is a big mountain sandwiched between the confluence of the Bishui River and the Dushui River, this mountain is called Zhongshan, although it is not high, but because the land is close to the city of Wanshanfu, it passes

There are often literati and writers who climb the mountain to write poems, so they leave a great reputation.

There was originally a temple on the top of the mountain, but when it came to the current dynasty, the temple was destroyed. Later, Liu Anguo, who was the governor of Wanshan Prefecture at the time, ordered people to build an attic on the old site and named it Qingchuan Pavilion.

This attic has been renovated and has now stood on the top of Zhongshan for nearly 200 years.

In the previous temple fair, Chang Jin had the idea of climbing the mountain to visit Qingchuan Pavilion, but there were too many tourists at that time, so he didn't go up.

Come over today, and naturally you won't miss it again.

There is a stream gurgling at the bottom of the mountain, which is not more than a foot wide, and it is clear to the bottom, and a few small fish are seen bubbling on the water surface from time to time.

The three of them walked along the mountain stream, and Xiao Song suddenly pointed not far away and shouted: "Young master, Chang Gongzi, look, there is a group of wild ducks there, and the feathers are very bright, which is different from our wild ducks there." If only I brought a bow and arrows today, let's shoot one and eat it.

Chang Jin and Wang Qinian turned their heads in the direction he was pointing and laughed out loud. Especially Wang Qinian, who was holding on to the tree next to him and laughing.

I saw a few brightly colored waterfowl swimming slowly on the water surface three feet away. Probably the laughter alarmed them, and the waterfowl swam off into the distance.

"Childe, what are you laughing at?" Xiao Song didn't know that his words caused them to react so much, and now he was a little confused, "A few wild ducks, what's so funny." ”

"Hehe, Housheng, this is not a wild duck, but a mandarin duck bird. At this time, a woodcutter carrying firewood passed by, and couldn't help but speak.

"Mandarin duck, where is this mandarin duck, I don't see it. Komatsu's face turned red, but he still refused to admit defeat. Then he grabbed a stone and wanted to frighten those mandarin ducks away.

"Komatsu, don't mess around, let's hurry up the mountain. Chang Jin hurriedly pulled him.

With this episode, they became relaxed when they went up the mountain, and they used a stick of incense to reach the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is flat and open, and a loft several feet high stands in front of you.

The attic is a two-storey stone and wood structure, heavy eaves rest mountain, there is a water arcade in front of the roof, and the plaque is "Qingchuan Pavilion" three big characters. There are copper bells hanging at the four corners of the cornice, and the breeze blows, and the crisp sound enters the ears.

There is also a stone tablet in front of the building, which is engraved with the "Qingchuan Pavilion Record" written by Liu Anguo of this dynasty. Chang Jin read it carefully and felt that the description in the article was very appropriate.