The white-shirted man was full of eagerness, and the stall owner cleared his throat and talked to him: "There was indeed a Fengyue Tower in this place a hundred years ago, although it was born out of thin air, but it quickly became famous in the Fengyue Field. Some people are quite interested in the methods of the owner behind Fengyue Tower, but this person is extremely mysterious, and no one has spied on his true face for decades. But the longevity of Fengyue Tower is an indisputable fact. Over time, people with a heart spread a mysterious saying that the owner was not actually a person, but a spirit from the mountains.

The spirit in the mountain, cultivated for thousands of years and turned into a human form; although the Tao is high, but not familiar with the world, he is quite curious about the seven emotions and six desires in this world, and he is most obsessed with the obsession between this man and woman. Therefore, a Fengyue Building was conjured, a group of foxy women were trained, and a love-hate entanglement was staged with the men in this world.

By the way, there is also humanity, and the owner also likes to listen to people talk about love affairs the most, and whoever talks about love affairs the most beautifully can agree to one of their requests. You say, if the owner is really weird and has the ability to go to the sky, then what gold, silver, jewelry, and fragrant car beauties are not at their fingertips, so ah, many people want to make up a moving affair even if they want to break their heads......"

The man in the white shirt was fascinated by what he heard, and the stall owner became more and more energetic. He glanced around, and suddenly pointed to the delicate attic in front of him and said, "See that? I heard someone say that when Fengyue Tower was still there, his ancestor had caught a glimpse of a woman in red clothes in this attic. The words of his ancestor came to him and said that at that time, when the sun was setting, there was a woman lying on the carved railing, red clothes like fire, charming eyes like silk, looking back at the corner of his mouth with a smile, he looked downstairs and his heart melted. But it was only a blink of an eye, and the sunset on the horizon was still there, but the woman was gone. Because of this, his old ancestor asserted that what he saw was the owner of Fengyue Tower, which was cultivated by spirits......"

The white-shirted man looked at the exquisite attic in front of him with a stupid expression, and the stall owner rubbed his dry hands and asked, "How is it, little brother, am I talking much more mysteriously than in this book?"

The man in the white shirt nodded, turned his eyes blankly, probably seeing the heavy sun on the horizon, he patted his head and shouted, "Ah, it's so late, it's time to go home for dinner." ”

Presumably it was easy to get dizzy after squatting for a long time, and after he stood firmly, he respectfully waved to the owner of the bookshelf, "Thank you for your story today, Your Excellency is full of witty words, and you are a good storyteller." By the way," he said, a little shy, "and the little book...... If you can stay a few more days, I would like to thank you very much. ”

When the stall owner heard this, he immediately threw the crumpled little book into the arms of the man in white shirts, and waved his hand at him with great disgust, "Oh, take it! You poor scholars, you are reluctant to spend a child, and you are fond of books." It's not anything of value, but I'll give it to you if you come every day. ”

The man in the white shirt put away the little book, bowed deeply to the stall owner with grateful, and turned away with a happy face. And I finally remembered when and where I had seen such a face. In the illusion of the black catcher, in the corridor of the courtyard of Yanfu, the same young man walked out of Master Yan's study with a bouquet of long scrolls in his hand......

The man in white walked into a small courtyard in a hurry, I followed him, and saw that although the layout of this small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River was small, it was full of flowers and trees, a few mothers-in-law and girls were pounding clothes and cooking, and bursts of cooking smoke were floating on the roof, which was very endowed with the taste of the world.

"Pony, it's back!"

The white-shirted man smiled eagerly at the mother-in-law who was pounding clothes, "Mom Zhang, do you wash your clothes, have you eaten?"

The mother-in-law who pounded the clothes nodded to him, and a coarse cloth girl also greeted him from the stone table in the courtyard with a plate of vegetables, "Mr. hasn't eaten yet, let's just eat some together." ”

The white-shirted man smiled at her and shook his hand: "The kindness of the sister of the Li family has been accepted, but there are still some leftovers in my house, so I make do with it." ”

The coarse cloth girl pouted and saw him carrying the diameter of the bamboo box to the innermost room, and I hurried after him. The house is even more simple, and the so-called leftovers are a few cold steamed buns on the table. The man in the white shirt took out a few long rolls from the bamboo box and spread them on the table while nibbling on the steamed buns. Those long scrolls are all painted with the scenery of Su Yangfang that I saw all the way away.

Only then did I realize that this was not only the case on these long scrolls, but also on the walls, on the bedside, and on the wooden shelves beside them, depicting covered bridges, street forests, fishermen, flowing water, and sunsets...... Some have already been painted, and some are still semi-finished.

The man in the white shirt carefully examined the paintings for a long time, and then began to draw on one of them. But after I saw that he had only added a few strokes, he frowned and turned on another painting. Back and forth several times, the white-shirted man's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he simply threw his pen aside, stared at his eyes and said impatiently: "Don't draw, don't paint!"

He angrily crumpled the waste paintings into a ball and threw them on the ground, "No, the paintings are not satisfactory anyway." ”

After he finished venting this, a small book suddenly fell out of the bamboo box on the table.

"Huh?" he heard the sound and walked over to look, and the crumpled book cover had four big characters written on it, "Fengyue Prequel". The white-shirted man's face immediately turned cloudy to sunny, and he licked his fingers and opened the book.

The twilight outside soon drifted into obscuring the black clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a long night in the illusion. The candlestick on the table flickered with firelight, and the man in the white shirt held his head in his hands, and the little book was still in front of him. But I saw that he had yawned several times, and by the last long yawn he had sighed, and his eyelids gradually drooped. The book fell to the floor, and he fell asleep on the table......

I walked over with a gentle footstep and picked up the book "The Legend of the Wind and Moon" on the ground. Finally, I was given a chance to take a good look. Obviously, the paper is rough and the workmanship is poor, why do the white-shirted people love it so much?

I opened one of the pages, and saw a picture of a woman with black hair and red clothes, just like the one I saw in the "Red Lantern" in Fengyue Tower, with an excessively thin jaw and eyes as narrow as silk......

"Giggles, clucks—"

It seemed like another woman's laughter was heard.

I shuddered, and subconsciously looked at the man at the table. But he slept very deeply, and let out a slight snort. is in the midst of a struggle, but the illusion reappears in the daytime scene.