Video to Other Worlds: Top Ten Myths in the Beginning

"No.3 is so fierce, I am so looking forward to who will be in the top two?"

"Hey, it's both a fairy and a dragon. Will it be a female ghost next?"

"Damn, the upstairs is really perverted, how can someone mess with ghosts."

"Oh! Man, you can do anything."

In the images of Kyushu people, when ghosts are mentioned, they are disheveled, disgusting and bloody images.

So everyone hates ghosts very much.

Suddenly, a song of vicissitudes of life interrupted everyone's quarrel.

"life journey,

A sweet dream is like a long road;
Lu Li Fengshuang,

Dry face with wind and frost;
How many directions do sweet dreams have in the world of mortals?
Find the love in the infatuated and dreamy center;

The road follows people. "

The singing is faint, making people feel immersed in it without knowing it.

Although the lyrics are simple, they are sincere and moving.

From this song, people seem to see a traveler who has gone through hardships and lamented life.

I also saw myself, confused and troubled on the road of life.

The elderly people even couldn't help crying, as if they remembered the past.

[Inventory of the four strong men]

[No.2: Ning Caichen, friend of life and death]

Luo Chuan's voice was flat, like a storyteller, speaking eloquently.

"Ning Caichen, a native of Jinhua Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, likes to dance and write, and is quite a gentleman."

"At the time when the imperial court was honoring and opened the imperial examination, Ning Caichen packed his bags and started his journey to the examination."

"On this day, it was dark and night, surrounded by barren hills, so Ning Caichen rested in a temple."

The video plays slowly accompanied by singing.

The night was dark, but luckily the moon hung high, providing some light.

Among the barren mountains, birds and insects are singing, which is of course a vibrant scene during the day.

But at night, it was a bit eerie.

In the forest, Ning Caichen stood out in white.

He was wearing a white scholar's robe and carried a book basket behind his back.

With a handsome face and a thin body, he is a typical scholar image.

Borrowing the moonlight, Ning Caichen stumbled in the mountains and forests, very embarrassed.

Suddenly, a dilapidated monastery came into his sight.

Ning Caichen said in surprise,

"There is a ruined temple here! Great, I don't have to sleep in the wilderness at night."

Hastily took three steps and two steps, and came to the temple.

Looking up, the plaque of the temple has long been blurred by the wind and rain, but three big characters can still be vaguely seen.

"Lan-ruo-si,"

Ning Caichen read the words word by word.

Step into the temple, turn your head left and right to observe.

It can be seen that the temple has been abandoned for some years.

The courtyard was covered with waist-high weeds, and cobwebs crawled all over the beams.

In the center of the yard there is a big locust tree with gnarled branches.

In the dark night, it looks like a ghost with teeth and claws, which is quite eerie.

Ning Caicheng walked slowly into the hall with the bookcase on his back.

"Cough cough..."

The dust in the hall was stirred up, flying around, very choking.

Enshrined in front of the hall is a statue of Buddha. Most of the golden paint on the Buddha's body has fallen off, and he stares at the front with loving eyes.

Ning Caichen felt a little strange, the kind Buddha statue looked like an ugly yaksha in his eyes, staring at him ferociously.

Shaking his head violently, and regaining his senses, the Buddha turned into a benevolent brow again, as if it was just an illusion before.

Put your hands together, and sincerely bow to the Buddha statue twice.

"Amitabha, Xiaosheng has offended me a lot, so don't blame the Buddha."

Suddenly, a bold and rough voice sounded,

"Buddha is nothing but a dead thing, so what's the use of worshiping him?"

Ning Caichen was shocked when he heard the words, they thought that there were other people in this temple.

I saw a big man with a beard on his face, leaning against the pillar without any posture.

The bearded man had a dark complexion and carried a sword behind his back.

It seems ordinary, but exudes an elegant and unrestrained air all over his body.

Ning Caichen bowed his hands and said:

"Xiaosheng Ning Caichen is a scholar who is going to the capital to rush for the exam. It's getting late, and I want to take a precious place to rest for the night."

The bearded man's voice is like a bell,
"A certain Yan Chixia, the temple here is unowned, you can do whatever you want."

Perhaps because of the generosity and courtesy of the other party, Yan Chixia kindly reminded her.

"However, I have to remind you, there are many wolves in the mountains, so it's better not to go out at night."

Ning Caichen didn't know the reason, and replied with a smile.

"Brother Yan is worrying too much. Xiaosheng has to go on his way tomorrow, and he has to rest early, so he won't go out."

Seeing that Yan Chixia was silent, Ning Caichen only thought that Yan Chixia had such a personality.

In addition to running around all day, I was already exhausted, so I didn't say much, and found a guest room to rest.

In the room, Ning Caichen just took off his clothes and got ready to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a crisp piano sound in my ear.

If ordinary people hear the sound of the piano, they will be curious at most, and then continue to sleep.

But as a qualified scholar, Ning Caichen also likes playing the piano very much.

Hearing someone playing the piano in such a barren mountain and remote place naturally has the feeling of meeting a bosom friend by chance.

Regardless of Yan Chixia's previous warning, she put on her clothes again and followed the sound of the piano to find it.

In the backyard, there is a small pond with a small pavilion in the middle of the pond.

In the pavilion, a beautiful woman is playing the piano.

The woman was wearing a white gauze, which could not hide her graceful figure.

The bright moonlight shone down, reflecting her like a fairy in the moon palace.

Ning Caichen pushed the door and entered, and this was what he saw.

Although it is only a back view, it is even more intriguing.

Ning Caichen walked forward blankly, as if fascinated by a goblin.

Seemingly sensing someone approaching, the woman stopped playing the piano.

Slowly got up and turned around.

A delicate little face exudes a cold temptation as if kissed by God.

Ning Caichen couldn't help but read obsessively:

"There are beauties in the North. Peerless and independent.

A look at the city.Look at the country again. "

The woman sneered,
"My son is worthy of being a scholar, and he speaks nicely."

A chuckle is as sweet as a silver bell, as if a fairy from the Moon Palace descended on the mortal world.

A little less dreamy, a little more real.

Only then did Ning Caichen come back to his senses, his face blushed when he remembered his embarrassment.

Leng Leng said:
"No, the girl is beautiful and beautiful, she deserves this poem."

"Dare to ask the girl's name, why are you playing the piano here late at night?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt a little annoyed, how could I ask a girl's name when they first met.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, as if she didn't care.

With a blessed body, he said softly:
"My slave, Nie Xiaoqian, just felt that the moonlight was quite beautiful, so she felt it, so she played the piano to express her feelings."

Ning Caichen scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"Gu... Miss is so elegant."

Xiaoqian gently moved the lotus cloth, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she slowly approached Ning Caichen.

Suddenly, he twisted his feet, couldn't stand upright, and fell straight into Ning Caichen's arms.

In desperation, Ning Caichen subconsciously reached out to catch him.

Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, Ning Caichen only felt his heart beating.

A faint fragrance came from the other party, as if the fragrance of orchids in the empty valley was charming.

The two hot bodies were tightly pressed against each other, but Nie Xiaoqian had no intention of moving away.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the moon hid in the clouds shyly.