Strange Tales

The next day, the storyteller continued to sit in a corner of the inn and vividly talked about the unfinished story of yesterday, his eyes were full of drama: "Everyone, we were talking about the nine-tailed fox suffered a catastrophe yesterday and his benefactor forgot to turn around and marry a beautiful wife... ...."

The people below listened intently, sometimes clenched their sleeves tightly, sometimes let out a low sigh, and sometimes whispered to each other.

In his mouth, the life of the robbed white fox is really pitiful, and at the same time, there is a bit of hatred for iron and steel.Seeing the person he likes marrying a wife and having children in front of him, even though his heart is infinitely sad, his face is still calm and peaceful.

When the white fox returned to the mortal world, all he did was to repay the sinful things he had done in the past to repay his kindness. He once tampered with a person's fate just to make his benefactor rise to the top. Displaced; he once stole another person's wisdom in order to prolong one's life, and the person who lost his wisdom is stupid and stupid, he once...

The storyteller extends like this, the story seems to be halfway through, the white fox stepped into the world of mortals to make up for the sins of the past, and the relationship with the benefactor is no longer clear who owes whom, and who is obsessed with deep obsession for a long time .

Hearing this, I can’t listen anymore. Firstly, I really don’t want to listen to any sad stories that abuse my body and heart. Secondly, I think this white fox is too stupid and paranoid, and he doesn’t live a chic life at all. , If you change yourself, it's better to abandon all the past and forget the past and live again.

The tea bottomed out, the story was finished, and the ending was embarrassing.

Lord Yaoguangxing asked me: "The benefactor used the white fox's magic to benefit himself, and at the same time denounced the monster for being ruthless and cruel. Later, he regretted it and regretted it in every way. If you were that white fox, would you choose to forgive?"

His voice was very soft, with a slight tremor in it, and he spit out every single word.

I glanced at him, was startled by the expression on his face, and thought: It's just a story, this person really takes it seriously

Casually blurted out: "My heart is broken. Even if the fox chooses to forgive, could the quarrel between them be eliminated without a trace, and there is no going back."

He just asked, and I just said that. After all, I'm not a white fox, and I haven't experienced it myself. It's good to be a bystander, but I can't really substitute my own emotions.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yaoguang Xing didn't know what happened, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground without warning, the tea splashed all over the floor, and the white porcelain was torn apart.

At the end of the song and the end of the story, those who came from the fight will go back to where they came from, and the rest of them will be left behind for a while.

The storyteller was getting old, he stopped and stopped for a long time, and looked back at the gate of the city, with a cautious and dejected look on his face.

Going out of the city gate and turning into a quiet path in the suburbs, he transformed into a gray fox, shook the dust on his fur, turned his shiny eyes around a few times, and then rushed to the deep mountain at an astonishingly fast speed.

Seeing him escaping swiftly, the two who followed stealthily looked at each other and followed closely.

After about half a stick of incense, I have already entered the hinterland of the deep mountain. The forest is so high that it is very quiet, even a bit weird. I always feel that this forest is not very peaceful.

After a while, the gray fox that the two were following stopped by a pool of clear spring, scooped up some water with its paws and straightened its appearance on the surface of the water. In fact, it smoothed its hair.

After stroking the hair, the gray vixen seemed to be stunned, and let out a faint sigh. The dead leaves fell on the water waves, and the green weeds rose from the wind, but nothing more.

I didn't know what the old fox was thinking, glanced sideways at the Yaoguang Xingjun beside him, and blurted out: "Xingjun, why do you think this old fox is like a girl, so..."

——Such a delicate description

Mr. Yaoguang Xing ignored me, with a face full of despair after a major blow, his words were directly regarded as air, sucked in and spit out without even an echo.

The hearts of the gods in the sky are too fragile. Although the story of the white fox told by the old man moved the heavens and the earth, it was not a personal experience after all. The melancholy is more or less a lot less, but how can I see this frivolous and romantic person on weekdays? , which brings the story to heart

The old fox squatting by the pool has re-formed into a human form. It is not the old man in the inn who is still hale and hearty, but a young and handsome man with delicate features, a bit of tenderness, and a sense of embarrassment.

Before I finished being surprised, the man said softly: "The visitor is a guest, my young master has been waiting for a long time."

The voice is gentle and the words are clear.

After he finished speaking, he walked straight to a bamboo house not far away.

It's really not a glorious thing to be caught sneaking by the other party, and it would be shameful if you hide and don't show your face.

Ben Yao clenched his fist with his right hand, put it on his chin and coughed twice, grabbed the hand of Xingjun who was still in a state of distress, and followed.

The front door of the bamboo house was closed tightly, and there were many wild flowers growing on both sides. Several morning glory circled the bamboo window several times, with green leaves and unbloomed flowers hanging in the middle.

The handsome man lightly knocked the door lock, described it as respectful, and said softly: "My lord, they are here."

There was constant coughing in the room, as if he wanted to vomit out all his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys before giving up, and then he said hoarsely: "Please come in quickly."

The bamboo house is simple and clean, with a book bed and a square table and chairs, and a few wild gardenias in the mountains are kept in white porcelain vases, with a faint fragrance lingering in it.And the master who was reclined on the bed had a charming smile on his pale face. Although he was weak and tight, his facial features were full of wisdom and lightness.

"Hey, isn't this the King of Shaking Star with his eyes upturned? Why did some gust of wind blow you to me?" The man on the couch raised his eyebrows slightly, and the brilliance in his eyes was shining, which really didn't match the weakness and paleness of his body. .He beckoned to me, beckoning me to come closer, and after getting closer, he whispered a soft curse in my ear.

"Fool."

I thought to myself that this person is really good-looking, but this mouth is probably not comparable to Yaoguang.

But in many cases, a good face is very pleasing, and it will naturally make people willing to ignore unsavory words.The rumored Lord Bai is like this, even if I was called a fool, I didn't feel much dissatisfied.

Lord Yaoguang Xing has put away his depression, and sighed very aggrieved: "If I had known that people are so unpopular today, I would have saved this trip, but Emperor Wenqing and I have always had friendship, or you just don't forgive me." A human’s fox’s mouth should be chopped into a ball of ashes. How come a few thunderbolts have been chopped to death, and there are still a few tails left.”

Lord Yaoguangxing has always been used to gagging and talking nonsense with me, but he is also the master who does not open the pot and lifts the pot. He knows that Master Bai is a nine-tailed fox, and foxes cherish their tails like their lives. They can be called Nilin.

The face of the person on the couch really changed slightly, and he said in an instant: "Thanks to Lord Xing, I won't be bald. I'm afraid Lord Xing will be disappointed."

"It doesn't matter if I am disappointed, but what are your plans now?" Yaoguang Xingjun spread his fan, stopped in mid-air, and asked solemnly.

Lord Bai closed his eyes and joked, and said in a deep voice: "Being a monster is suffering, and being a human being is also suffering; immortals also have worries, demons and monsters have worries, love and hate last a lifetime, alienation also lasts a lifetime, come and go in a hurry, wood is easy to break , love is deep and lifeless, there is no difference between being a man, a demon, or a fairy. It is better to become a four-legged bastard, swallowing the sea and rivers, without thinking or worrying. It will not hurt or worry. You ask me what to do. I also want to ask Tiandi Mangcang, whether he should let go of his selfish thoughts and give him back his eternal life."

There is a lot of indulgence in his words, with a lingering hostility, but after hearing it, it is like the cold rain in spring, and the tung blossoms in the spring are suppressing the unspeakable helplessness, asking for nothing, and abandoning it Reluctant.

As soon as I came in, I felt that Mr. Bai had a faint feeling of being reunited after a long absence. In short, he was not unfamiliar and alienated, but since he uttered this long speech, I felt a little bit of chills, not timid, not sad, but from the beginning. The heartache from the feet to the heart can't be more distressed, standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain and pouring cold water on your head, it's nothing more than that.

Lord Yaoguang Xing had already turned around, and said in a deep voice: "Bai Ping, self-destroying the immortal way and begging for this life, you are good, you can't even understand other people's thoughts, crying and shouting to return the other party's clarity, a monster is a monster , it’s really a rotten tree”

After he finished speaking, he gouged out my eyes meaningfully, and his face was covered with frost. I don't know when I offended him. A monster is a monster, and I am indeed a monster, maybe because of this Sit continuously.