Qingguan Nightmare Shadow

Xiuzhu City is like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness. Although the vitality has been lost, and there are some afterimages of the deserted and depressed state on the streets, but the rain immediately restored its charm, and the faces of passers-by are full of smiles. The opposite lighthearted look of the past few months.People are walking on the track of their own lives, and they are ordinary and peaceful.

When the three of them arrived here from the old couple's house, the morning sun had already filled every corner of Xiuzhu City with light; where the sun shines, there are people, and where there are people, there are voices talking about yesterday's rain .Most of the people who got up early and entered the city were small traders, one after another in this group of people recognized Yunli, and they took out their own things to entertain this "immortal apprentice".In a blink of an eye, Yunli and Nie Qiu were carrying a bunch of strange things, including shoe soles, sachets, and handkerchiefs, so many that they could set up an embroidery booth.

Nie Qiu sighed, "It's a pity that no one sent buns."

Not only was there no one to deliver, there were no buns sold on the street.

A rain can't immediately pour out the wheat and millet. These days, people who sell buns don't have any flour, and the flour has been completely digested by people's stomachs.

Nie Qiu's empty stomach protested, and Nie Qiu mourned: "Brother, why don't you let Mr. Su fry a pot!"

Yunli: "What are steamed buns, what are meals, Xiuzhu City's features are not here, is it, Mr. Su? We've come here, so naturally we have to enjoy what we didn't have time to enjoy yesterday. Mr. Su, you can figure it out, bring Let's take a stroll around Xiuzhu City."

Yunli originally thought that Su Tong, who was as boring as Su Tong, would definitely take him and Nie Qiu to walk through all kinds of roads, big and small, and "leave footprints" to complete the job. Unexpectedly, Su Tong walked into a teahouse with ease, and the owner of the teahouse Citing found a seat and sat down, ordered three cups of tea based on some memory.

Although Nie Qiu was dizzy with hunger, he thought it was unreasonable to sit here and drink tea early in the morning, but drinking tea was Su Tong's idea. Because of Su Qiuguang's matter, when facing Su Tong, even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't say much. What.He secretly sighed for his stomach, picked up the cup and drank the tea as soup.

Su Tong didn't know that Nie Qiu was complaining in her heart.He kept facing the two of them, facing a wooden table at the front of the teahouse. He didn't look like he was in a daze, but was looking at something real.Yun Li took a sip of his tea. To be honest, this tea can only be regarded as a substandard product compared to Nuoyinge's tea, and it insulted his taste if it was served on his tongue; but he thought of the weight of this tea in Su Tong's heart, and thought about it He swallowed it, and inadvertently caught a trace of sweet and refreshing feeling.

Su Qiuguang brought Su Tong to this teahouse several times when he was a child, and each time he only ordered the cheapest tea.Therefore, this kind of tea not only carries Su Tong's memories of his father, but also carries the few relaxation and coziness in childhood.

One of the entertainments in the teahouse is to listen to the storyteller.

As soon as Xingmu rises and falls, the door to a novel world opens.

Yunli said: "Young Master Su, do you want to listen to the book?"

Su Tong's gaze lingered on the empty wooden table in front again for a while, without saying a word.

Nie Qiu ate the teacup and said with a smile: "That's not easy. My brother and I are considered people who have traveled far and wide. There are too many stories in our stomachs. We can grab a lot of them. Brother, Mr. Su wants to listen to books, you go first." Speak or should I speak first?"

Yun Li also said, "Who would Mr. Su want to hear from?"

Su Tong originally ignored the meaning of Nie Qiu's bad idea, but when Yun Li followed Nie Qiu's words, he could only shake his head and pursed his lips amusedly.

Yun Li was annoyed: "What are you laughing at, Mr. Su?"

Su Tong: "Nothing."

Yun Li held his chin, and drank the tea that didn't suit his taste in a muffled voice.Seeing that he and Nie Qiu quickly finished their first cup of tea, the owner of the teahouse greeted him with a smile and filled up their teacups.To Yunli's relief, Su Tong noticed that he was not in high spirits, and pushed the teacup in front of her forward, saying, "It's a little deserted here today, let's go."

Su Tong's words made Nie Qiu very happy: "Brother, Mr. Su, let's go."

Yunli turned the teacup around, tapped his other hand on his knee a few times, raised his eyes and glanced at Su Tong, and said, "Master Su wants to leave?" Su Tong didn't understand what he meant, so she picked up the teacup and looked at His eyes took a sip of tea.

Yun Li has seen Su Tong's calm, depressed and even angry appearance, but he has never seen his expression of joy from the bottom of his heart. Now he suddenly wants to see what he will look like when he is happy.The ancestors of Siming Immortal Realm said, "One point of joy is one point of sorrow", if Yunli's book is not full of joy from the beginning to the end, it will not be considered a good book as a success no matter how turbulent and ups and downs it is.Furthermore, if Su Tong didn't have a good laugh, Yun Li always felt that his pretty face was a bit of a waste.

"Wait a little longer, maybe this place will be lively." Yun Li said.

Su Tong turned his eyes away and nodded slightly.

Nie Qiu: "Hey, little brother..."

He got up and went to the counter at the entrance of the teahouse, asked the boss for a pen, sat back and took out Su Tong's life book from his sleeve.

Nie Qiu stretched her neck and said, "Brother, what is this?"

Yun Li pushed his head away and said, "Travel Notes."

Nie Qiu resisted with her face and Yunli's hand: "Brother, you have to appreciate the good article together, you might as well let Mr. Su and I read your article."

Yun Li rolled his eyes and said: "The running account, understand. It's full of things like 'go here'."

Nie Qiu: "The journal is good. The journal has many records."

Yun Li: "Open your hands."

Nie Qiu obediently withdrew her hand and sat upright.

In the name of a memorandum, Yun Li wrote in Su Tong's life book: Shuo Maozheng in August of the first year of Jiahui, Xinyun Teahouse in Xiuzhu City, Shuzhou, where those who walk in the rain gather.The storyteller arrives, suitable for all guests, one table and one tree, vividly and vividly.

The drought in Xiuzhu in Shuzhou has passed, which is called the right time; the pedestrians passing by the teahouse are called the favorable location; those who take shelter from the rain in the teahouse are idlers, which is called harmony.

All the conditions are met, and it is not a problem for Yunli to use the strength of Immortal Siming to arrange a play for Su Tong to listen to the book.

After finishing writing, Yunli closed the notebook and confirmed, "Young master Su, is this teahouse called 'Xinyun'? I didn't look carefully at the signboard at the entrance just now, I was afraid that I wrote white characters in the travel notes, and I will introduce the teahouse to everyone when I go back." Bamboo, it's time to make a joke." As he spoke, he drew the stroke order of the word "Xin Yun" in the air: "Write it like this?"

Su Tong nodded: "Yes."

Nie Qiu vaguely felt that what this fairy who acted strangely and whose purpose was unknown to him was not a "travel note", but he didn't have time to think about it, only heard the sound of thunder from the sky outside, followed by the sound of rain hitting the ground The whispers of pedestrians were drowned out.

Yun Li casually wrote: "It's raining again."

"It's raining, it's raining!" The owner of the teahouse jumped out from the counter, stepped on the dense rain, and rushed out to move all the chairs and tables placed outside to the room, "Everyone should sit more in my restaurant gone."

The rain came quickly and violently, and Nie Qiu's thoughts of going out to eat were ruined. He looked around, only weak tea and wooden tables and chairs that would kill people if he ate them, and he couldn't help but spread them on the chairs, " Tears," said: "Brother, Mr. Su, I'm hungry."

Yun Li turned his head and asked, "Mr. Su, are you hungry?" Before Su Tong could speak, he said to Nie Qiu: "Mr. Su is not hungry, why are you hungry?"

Nie Qiu was stunned by Yun Li, but was speechless for a while.

On the street, there was the sound of running and kicking, and the sound of some sprinting was interrupted at the door of the teahouse, and it was transformed into the sound of waving sleeves and splashing water.As the unabated rain continued for longer, more and more passers-by sheltered from the rain gathered in the teahouse.The elements in Yunli's words "appeared" one by one, and now all he had to do was wait for a storyteller who "just happened to pass by here".

Not long after, a man in a long coat entered the teahouse, holding an umbrella, but his clothes were still soaked by the rain.

Su Tong and Nie Qiu didn't pay much attention to this person, but in Yunli's eyes, the details of this person's clothing and behavior that could highlight his identity were infinitely magnified, as if he had written "I'm a storyteller" on his face. "A few words in ink.

The storyteller walked to the counter, glanced at the people present who were drenched in embarrassment, and whispered something to the teahouse owner.When he was talking, the owner of the teahouse nodded frequently, and finally clapped his hands and said happily, "Okay, sir!" The loud voice of the owner attracted everyone's attention, and everyone cast their eyes on him.

Yun Li said: "That man seems to be a storyteller."

He paid attention to Su Tong, but Su Tong just raised his eyebrows slightly.

The storyteller stood behind the front wooden table, and said that he wanted to rush back to his hometown Suishui Town early in the morning, and he didn't want to encounter rain on the way, but everyone had a destiny to get together, so it's better to listen to him to make a few chapters of anecdotes.After reporting the history, he pulled out the folding fan in his sleeve with his backhand, shook it loudly, and picked up the Xingmu on the table to pat it. With a raised voice, he started speaking with the words "Speaking of..." as a quotation.

The storyteller's voice was ups and downs, and he was able to tell strange and strange things at his fingertips, with a lot of witty words, and the audience applauded.

Yun Li only cared about putting a smile on Su Tong's face, but didn't hear what the person behind the wooden table said.But then he found that Su Tong listened to a storytelling just like listening to a school, sitting upright, no matter where he was sighing or laughing, he had the same expression.

Just as Yunli was once again feeling frustrated because of Su Tong, the storyteller suddenly surprised him by mentioning a name when he changed the subject.

The storyteller said: "...that ancient tree monster, ever since he learned about Xianjun's husband's betrayal from his servants, he has been haunted all day long, cut off his cultivation, swore that he would never enter the heaven again in this life, and was willing to be a ruthless mortal tree in the world... With this love between immortals, demons and evildoers, and looking back at the gifted scholars and beauties who were in distress just now, you can see that in the three realms, the word 'love' is impermanent, how could the initial vows of eternal love last..."

The ancient tree monster?

Yun Li crossed his arms and began to listen to the man's story.However, he never mentioned these four words in the following text.

Heh, it is strange to hear the name of one's own mother after listening to a mortal's storytelling.

Yun Li came back to his senses, and patiently listened to a few stories, feeling that there was nothing commendable in them, so he couldn't help feeling drowsy, yawned and stretched.From a certain point of view, there is a natural connection between Si Ming in the fairy world and storytellers in the mortal world: the stories in the mortal world are born out of reality, while the "reality" of mortals is promoted by Si Mingxian's life book.Si Mingxian's play is the root, and the storyteller's "book" is just the branch.From Yun Li's ears, the "branches" picked up by mortal storytellers are mediocre, and it would be absolutely useless to take them to the Siming Wonderland.

Nie Qiu said: "What, brother doesn't like it?"

Yunli: "I speak better than him."

Hearing this, Su Tong lowered her head and picked up the teacup, brought it to her mouth but didn't drink it, and put it down gently again.

Nie Qiu: "Brother, people specialize in this business. No matter how strange your story is, little brother, you may not be better than others when you tell it."

At this time, Xing Musheng rushed out of the applause, and the storyteller concluded: "It's over, it's nothing to worry about."

After the words fell, the paper fans were folded up, and they bowed to thank the audience.

The people below shouted: "Speak again! Talk again!"

"One more chapter, sir!"

"..."

"It's just about the monster leader, why not talk about it in detail?"

"..."

The storyteller said euphemistically: "I have been traveling all night, not daring to stop, just because I don't have enough money and I'm in a difficult situation...so I hope everyone will give me some money."

It is reasonable for storytellers to make money for storytelling.Someone below was already paying for money, but Yun Li stepped up to the wooden table and said, "I'll tell you about the story about the ancient tree monster that everyone wants to listen to, and you don't need to pay for it." Inside, the movements of all the people present froze, and they were shocked into statues by the sudden appearance of the young master.

Someone said: "Isn't this Mr. Yun?"

"It's Mr. Yun!"

"..."

The storyteller at the side forced a smile and said, "Young master, what's the reason?"

Yun Li said, "No reason."

Mr. Storyteller said: "For Xianmen, storytelling is not an elegant profession, so why should you rob a bowl of rice from me, a simple and vulgar person?"

Yun Li thought for a while, walked up to Su Tong, and asked for the money he had prepared for "buying buns", and handed it to the storyteller: "Others pay for listening to books, and you get paid for listening to books. You do this business." Don't do it?"

The storyteller happily said: "Do, do."

He took the broken silver, bought a bowl of tea, found a random place in the crowd and sat down, waiting with great interest to see what the young man would say.

Nie Qiu blinked and said, "What are you doing, little brother?"

Su Tong miraculously replied to the Po wizard's words: "Prove to you, he really speaks better." His tone, as if it was not Nie Qiu who had been with Yunli for a long time, but him, who knew Yunli better. It wasn't Nie Qiu but him.Nie Qiu said "Oh", thankfully Yunli planned to "conquer people with literature" instead of "conquer people with martial arts" this time.

Yun Li circled behind the table, pulled out the "Broken Sword", and threw it into the air, the "Broken Sword" immediately transformed into a human figure with a blurred face.Then, he raised his palm, and the green light in the palm flowed, and the light gathered and combined, turning into a silhouette of a big tree. The "big tree" continued to transform, giving birth to slender arms and legs, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a woman in a long skirt.

His impression of his father and mother was already very vague, and he could only cut out these two abstract faceless people with the remaining memory.

One silver and one emerald, the halo intertwined, and everyone in the audience couldn't take their eyes off it.

Under Yunli's control, "Broken Sword" reluctantly played the role of the monster's husband, twitching and "hugging" the green light that looked like a woman. Although the movements of "Broken Sword" are blunt, under the cover of light and shadow, many flaws in its "acting skills" have been covered up.

Yunli used his celestial power to maintain the illusionary form, and said, "The ancient tree Yaokui used to be a bonsai, which was watered and grown by an immortal. A hundred years later, Yaokui was transplanted into the garden, and a thousand years later, he became a demon through psychic cultivation. After 3000 years, he cultivated into a human form, formed an alchemy, and cultivated immortality. In the middle of his cultivation, Yao Kui met an ancient god, fell in love with him, did not think about progress, and lost his golden core, greatly reducing his cultivation base."

"For a hundred years, the gods realized that they had fallen in love with the demon leader, so they used the ancient divine power to help him form alchemy again. The two were in love with each other. At that time, the love between the god and demon became a good story. In another hundred years, the god's heart changed, and the demon leader mourned. Extreme, destroying spiritual power, returning the monster form, I swear that in this life and the next life I will never break the prohibition."

When Yun Li said this, the agile and elegant woman woven by the green light just now condensed back into the shape of a tree, and immediately shattered into a light spot of a spiritual star, passed through the crowd, and disappeared.

"Broken Sword" shook, shook off the long hair of the god he played, and returned to the sword and sheath with relief.

In terms of "speaking" skills alone, Yunli is no match for a storyteller, but with the "immortal spiritual power" that dazzles ordinary people, Yunli's short period has won a higher evaluation among tea drinkers.

Nie Qiu thought of what Su Tong said, thought about it, and quickly took the lead in cheering: "Okay!"

The storyteller saw that Yun Li was not trying to compete with him in his hard work, so he said in relief: "Mr. Yun's ability is excellent! Excellent!"

Everyone applauded: "Young Master Yun, let's talk again!"

Yunli's ears automatically blocked the noise, and he subconsciously looked at Su Tong's reaction, but Su Tong seemed absent-minded.

In the part just now, Yun Li was talking about the love story of his father and his mother that was widely circulated in the Three Realms.He thought about it for a while, and felt that the story was really sad and sad. Even though the narration was gorgeous and surprising, it was right for Su Tong not to laugh.After all, there is no laughing point in it, and a sentimental person may shed tears because of the story of his parents.

Yunli thought for a moment, took out the viewing mirror, placed it on the wooden table, and let the bronze mirror act out some secret embarrassing stories of the gods one by one.

There were those who covered their mouths and pursed their lips, some hilariously, some leaned forward and back together, some laughed so hard that they slapped others on the ground, and of course, there were... expressionless faces.

Yun Li looked at Su Tong, thinking "If you don't laugh at me, be careful if I kill you" in my mind.He didn't believe in evil, secretly rubbed something out with his hands in his sleeves, and threw the thing towards Su Tong when Su Tong and Nie Qiu didn't pay attention.

The phantom condensed by the green light flew to a place three inches away from the tip of Su Tong's nose, stopped and expanded.

A huge, uglier-than-crying "smiley face."

The "smiling face" blocked the line of sight, Yunli couldn't see Su Tong's expression, only knew that when the light lines disappeared, the corners of Su Tong's mouth still didn't raise slightly.

Yun Li spread out the notebook, scribbled a few words with a pen, put the viewing mirror in place, and at the same time slapped the table, calling it a day.

The teahouse fell silent for a moment.

In front of the astonished crowd, Yun Li said to Su Tong, "Master Su, the rain has stopped."