The green-shirted scribe spoke, but his drinking movements were not slow.

The wine worm came up, and finally someone invited him to drink for nothing, one cup after another, and drank half a pot of peanuts and rice.

Where there is wine, there is naturally a story.

"Shiguang originally wanted to write a story about immortals. ”

"It's a pity that I tried my best, and I couldn't think of any good scripts after thinking about it, so I wrote a few a few and took them to the plum garden for Wu Bantou to taste, but unfortunately they were all politely rejected. ”

"I watched these three fairy legends today, and sure enough, the good drama was taken from real experience, without that personal experience, how could I write the pain and helplessness of thirsting for rain and dew, and the applause of the drama punishing corrupt officials and corrupt officials. ”

The green-shirted scribe was a little unwilling: "My play book that I got based on only imagination is like a world of difference compared to it." ”

The Taoist asked, "In that case, why don't you go out and have a look and travel around?"

Yu Shiguang shook his head with a smile and waved his hand again and again: "I also brought my mother from Yunzhou, so-called, my parents are not far away." ”

"How can you leave your mother for your own preference? ”

After hearing this, the Taoist nodded again and again, and agreed with Yu Shiguang's filial piety: "There is a good story here in Poor Dao, so that you don't have to travel the world, you can feel and experience the details of the story as if you saw it with your own eyes." ”

"It is guaranteed that you will write a script that will be famous all over the world and sung for thousands of years. ”

Yu Shiguang suddenly became interested and asked excitedly, "Where is the story?"

The Taoist lifted the wine jug, and the clear wine fell into the glass: "The story is in the wine!"

Yu Shiguang looked down, and saw the clouds and mist condensing layer by layer in the ripples in the cup, and then dispersed.

Under the clouds and mist in the cup, it turned out to be thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, surging rivers, and endless cities and countryside.

It's like a small world, in the cup.

"This?" Yu Shiguang was horrified in his heart, and he was at a loss.

"Please drink all the wine in the cup!" the Taoist stretched out his hand and persuaded with a smile.

Yu Shiguang hesitated, but finally picked up the wine glass and drank the glass of wine.

As soon as the glass was put down, I felt like it was falling from the clouds, and in a daze, I came to a realm where I didn't know where.

In the blink of an eye, he became a handsome young man with a package on his back and an umbrella in his hand.

"Dong Yong!

"What are you still standing for? Aren't you going to Fu's house? Go quickly, don't miss the hour. ”

At the entrance of the village, a villager came up to him and shouted at him.

He suddenly realized that his surname was Dong Mingyong, because his father died of illness and had no money to bury him, so he sold himself as a slave to the Fu family.

This time, he went to Fu's house to work.

On the way, Dong Yong met a woman, the woman was very beautiful, and teased Dong Yong several times, but in the end, the two sides had a good impression of each other.

Under the witness of an old man, they tied the knot under the locust tree.

After arriving at the Fu family, the head of the Fu family made it difficult in every way, and his wife not only dealt with it calmly, but also was good at weaving, and could weave ten quintals of brocade silk in one night, and the brocade woven was like clouds in the sky, and finally turned the three-year deed into a hundred days.

100 days later, the husband and wife both returned home, and Dong Yong's wife was pregnant, Dong Yong's heart was sweet, and he felt that he had no regrets in this life.

On the way home, they came to the old locust tree that they had tied the knot again, and the two of them were affectionate, thinking about it for a long time.

But he never thought that the thunder was rolling in the sky, and a star king from the sky came down to earth to take away his wife and children.

The wife told the truth, and Dong Yong realized that he was not marrying a mortal, but a heavenly fairy, the Seven Immortals of the Heavenly Palace, and the old man who was the matchmaker for them that day was the local land lord.

Dong Yong and Xingjun argued in every way, but in the end, they angered the immortals and almost died, and the Seven Immortals had no choice but to be taken back to the Heavenly Palace in order to save Dong Yong.

Dong Yong's liver and intestines were broken, and he couldn't cry under the locust tree, watching the Seven Immortals leave on the colorful clouds.

In the midst of tears and darkness, Dong Yong suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

A shout came from beyond the clouds: "Yu Shiguang, don't wake up yet!"

Dong Yong was at a loss: "Who is Yu Shiguang?"

"I'm Dong Yong?"

"No, I'm Yu Shiguang. ”

When he said a word, he broke free from the dream of the story in the wine.

The sky was spinning, and his body seemed to penetrate the nine clouds again, and Yu Shiguang got up from the table, already stained with tears.

As soon as the spring breeze blew in the afternoon, there was no longer half drunk, but I felt like a world away, and the seven immortals who were foaming at each other seemed to be close to me for a long time, and the feeling of tearing liver and intestines still remained in my heart.

In the dream for 100 days, I woke up and the sun on the horizon did not move a little.

Yu Shiguang can no longer distinguish between what is true and what is false.

He raised his head and asked, "Was everything just a vain just now?"

The Taoist was still sitting at the other end of the table, and at this moment the restaurant brought the appetizers: "If you regard it as vain, it is vain." ”

"Maybe in the other world, it's the truth. ”

The Taoist raised his wine glass, as if he was respecting Yu Shiguang, or respecting the people of the world.

"In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch. ”

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless. ”

Yu Shiguang only felt that this poem seemed to speak to Dong Yong's heart, and suddenly sadness came from his heart again.

recalled the farewell under the old locust tree again, and silently chanted: "The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless." ”

Yu Shiguang lifted his sleeves and wiped his eyes: "This story is really good, Shiguang feels that his thoughts are springing." ”

"When I go back, I will write this play, and let it be known to the people of the world. ”

"Even if the world lasts forever, even if there is a gap between people and immortals, it can't stop the truth in the world. ”

Yu Shiguang stood up and bowed to the Taoist: "Thank you, Daoist." ”

The Taoist stood up and said with a smile: "Meeting is fate, and parting is also fate." ”

"Poor road to go. ”

With a wave of dust, the steps seemed to shrink into inches, and disappeared into the street in a few steps.

Seeing this scene, I am reminded of the world in the cup before.

Yu Shiguang still doesn't understand that he has really met a master, and it is even very likely that he has met a god.

"This ...... It's a living immortal......! It's incredible......"

Yu Shiguang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly picked up the box and chased after it, following the trace of the Taoist disappearing all the way.

Hurry, eagerness.

But the immortals are like dragons that see the head and the tail, come and go without a trace, and there is no trace or shadow anymore.

Yu Shiguang chased to an alley, and finally could only sigh.

Unexpectedly, he turned around, but saw the man under the tree at the entrance of the alley.

The Taoist looked over: "The wine is exhausted, and the story is finished, why do you still want to find the poor Tao?"

Yu Shiguang immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "Yu Shiguang has something to ask for, I am willing to do everything I can to ask the immortal chief to agree." ”

The Taoist did not answer, but said, "Tell me and listen." ”

Yu Shiguang immediately said: "Fang Cai Shiguang said that there is an old mother in the family, but what I didn't mention is that my mother's legs have been lying on the sickbed for a long time. ”

"And he was sick, coughed all night and couldn't sleep at night, and called many doctors, but nothing worked. ”

"My mother also likes to watch plays, and when I go back with the scripts I copied before, I am also going to rush back and read it to my mother immediately, which is not much I can do. ”

"I hope that the Taoist can go home with Shiguang to see my mother's condition. ”

Yu Shiguang knocked to the end: "Ask the immortal chief to answer." ”