Xu Xian came to the study, picked up a wild history casually, looked at it a few times, and suddenly moved in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I came to this world in addition to changing the original ending of Xu Xian and the White Lady, that is, to cultivate, to cultivate the immortal Dao, or even a higher Dao fruit karma position, and to enjoy life, and I don't plan to get involved in other things, I have nothing to do, it is better to sort out a wild history of the Song Dynasty, well, which records the legends of some characters in the Song Dynasty or something, I think there should be a large number of readers, hehehe, if I go to be a novelist, I should be qualified. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he threw the book on the desk, and went straight to his brother-in-law Li Gongfu's house, Bai Suzhen will need a few days to come back, in addition to cultivation in these days, it is a magic weapon to be sacrificed, and then to read books, it hurts a little when I am idle, Bai Suzhen is not around, and I am not in the mood to do anything else.

"I don't like to cook very much, so I just went to my brother-in-law's house to play the autumn breeze. ”

Xu Xian's place of residence is not far from Li Gongfu's house, and it is only a few steps away.

You don't need to call the door, just push the door in, just enter the yard and hear my sister Xu Jiaorong muttering in the kitchen, listen carefully, it turned out that Qin Hui and Wan Qiao, who were cursing Yue Fei to death.

"The two traitors killed Marshal Yue, I have to blow you up, you will get the oil pot hell if you die, you are fried as fritters several times a day, and you are bitten tens of thousands of times by ghosts, hum. Why didn't God send down thunder and kill you, really good people don't live long, and the scourge will last for a thousand years. ”

Xu Xian smiled slightly, and secretly said that there was really a fried Qin Hui, in his previous life, there were fried fritters called fried Qin Hui, and he cursed Qin Hui to enter the hot oil pot every day, which shows how hated this person is.

"Sister, what are you doing here? Who are you going to fry?" Xu Xian lowered his head and entered the kitchen, watching Xu Jiaorong busy frying fritters while adding firewood.

"Sister, let me help you, you can concentrate on blowing up Qin Hui, and I'll light the fire. Xu Xian said that he was sitting at the stove fire, picked up the burning stick and poked the stove.

"Hanwen, don't come here to make trouble, how can a scholar go to the kitchen? If outsiders know about it, they won't laugh at me, okay, okay, you go out quickly, get out quickly." Xu Jiaorong not only didn't appreciate it, but also angrily drove Xu Xian out.

"Now there are no outsiders, who knows, by the way, sister, let me ask you something, I didn't pay much attention to things outside before, have you ever heard of Lingyin Temple?" Xu Xian sat down with a dead face, and suddenly remembered the famous Jigong monk, and asked casually.

"Lingyin Temple?I seem to have heard of it, in Hangzhou, I heard that there was a crazy monk in it, many people called him a holy monk, very spiritual, they all said that the person was the reincarnation of the dragon Arhat, but no one has ever seen the holy monk himself, it should be fake. Xu Jiaorong tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Do we have a legend about him here? do you know anyone who knows a little more?" Xu Xian hurriedly asked.

"Who knows? Then I don't know, oh, by the way, there is a storyteller who just came to the east of the city, it is said that he has been to many places, and knows a lot of things, you can go there and ask, and ......" Speaking of this, Xu Jiaorong stopped suddenly, her eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and she looked at Xu Xian and said: "Brother, why are you asking this? Did you quarrel with your brother and sister? No wonder your brother-in-law said that he hadn't seen his brother and sister recently, did you quarrel? Or did he say that he didn't want you anymore?" Bah, you don't want her, do you want to become a monk?"

Xu Jiaorong seemed to have grasped the truth of the matter, and couldn't care about blowing up Qin Hui anymore, put down the work in her hand, grabbed Xu Xian, and cried with a sad face.

"Hanwen, our parents died early, it was my sister and I who pulled you up with a handful of and urine, and we have only you left in the Xu family, you must not think about it, do stupid things, you tell your sister quickly, what happened, don't be impulsive, everything is easy to discuss, you must not leave your sister alone. ”

Xu Xian was directly shocked by his sister's rich imagination, where is this? He just asked curiously about the matter of the monk Jigong, why did it come to the divorce and the monk?

Xu Xian grabbed Xu Jiaorong and said helplessly: "Sister, you can't think of your younger brother well, why do you still curse me for becoming a monk? Curse me for the discord between my husband and wife? I'm just a little curious, just ask, where do you think of going? ”

"Obey the reason, serve the reason, yes, yes, yes, the oil is served, the oil is cooked, you have to fry Qin Hui quickly, hehehehe, I didn't expect my brother to know a little cooking, okay, okay, you go out, I still have to cook, and I will leave after eating." ”

"Okay sister, I'll go out first, and I'll come back later, and leave me a few Qin juniper. Xu Xian got the news he wanted, patted his ass and left, and went out of the door and went directly to the east of the city.

Asked a few people, and soon came to a teahouse, on the first floor of the teahouse, there was really a black man in his forties who looked like a scholar telling stories, the clothes on his body were patched a few times, but they were very clean, his speech was clear, and he was telling the story of the former Xue family general, and there were many people around him, and they all listened to it well.

"Xue Dingshan, you know, is the eldest son of Xue Rengui of the Three Arrows Dingtian Mountain, this two have a legend, it is said that these two are the reincarnation of the White Tiger Star, when Xue Dingshan was young, Xue Rengui almost shot Xue Dingshan by mistake with an arrow, Xue Dingshan was not dead, so in the end Xue Rengui was shot to death by Xue Dingshan, this is the so-called one mountain does not allow two tigers, this Xue Dingshan is also extremely powerful, especially when he married the third lady Fan Lihua, both civil and military, it is said that this woman worships under the old mother of Lishan, learned a Taoist technique, Xue Dingshan can build such a great achievement, Fan Lihua can be said to have made a great contribution......”

The storyteller talked eloquently, and the people below were all obsessed with listening, and the entire teahouse was quietly smelling the falling needles, and Xu Xian also listened to it with relish.

"I didn't expect that every dynasty and every generation of a little famous character has a little origin, either the reincarnation of the gods, or the birth of the stars, anyway, the background is not simple, even the loyal ministers and good generals of this dynasty, traitors and evil officials have a background, it seems that the history of this world can not be seen in ordinary eyes, and this storyteller does not seem to be simple. ”

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the storyteller said that he wanted to know what was going on, and listened to the next breakdown, and ended this storytelling.

Xu Xian waited until Mr. Storyteller went to the room where he was resting in the teahouse, and then quietly followed.

Before Xu Xian could knock on the door, Mr. Narrator's words came from the house: "Who is outside? ”

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