Sword of the Red Chamber from Heaven

Chapter 683: The Story, Inside

"Are these the storybooks?"

Looking at the exquisitely wrapped books on the table, Xiangyun was stunned.

Xichun was an extremely playful person, and she was never particular about details when doing things, but I didn't expect that she would be so careful with these storybooks, which were only for entertainment.

"Yes, Sister Xiangyun, you have to be careful. These things were left by Brother Xuan. They are original!!"

Xichun thought about it and explained the reason.

When Xiangyun heard this, her eyes lit up. No wonder Xichun cherished these storybooks so much. Moreover, these storybooks were originals, and the handwriting on them should have come from Jia Hong.

"Is this Brother Jia Xuan's handwriting?"

As she spoke, Xiangyun began to open the storybook in her hand, which was neither thin nor thick. What caught her eye was a line of small regular script. The characters were not big and the strokes seemed a little immature, but she could feel the elegance in the words.

"How could it be false? This was left for me by Brother Xuan before he left the capital!"

When talking about this, there was a hint of pride in Xichun's words.

She met Jia Hong earlier than anyone else in the mansion. No one, older or younger than her, knew him at that time.

Although Jia Hong later became successful and became the Marquis of Guanjun, the man in her memory did not fade at all.

It is said that the most romantic thing in the world is that of childhood sweethearts.

In fact, it should be the case between her and Jia Hong. Of course, Jia Hong might not think so, because Xichun was too young at that time, and he only regarded her as a little lucky star who could fill his stomach.

After all, it is much easier to coax a little girl than an adult.

Xiangyun didn't notice the expression on Xichun's face. She had been attracted by the words in the book, and then by the plot of the story.

"It turns out that Brother Jia Xuan has such lofty ambitions at such a young age!!"

She had heard about the storybooks from Baochai. Originally, these storybooks were read by Xichun and Daiyu together. She had only heard them say that they were good, but she had no idea what was good about them. Now, she seemed to finally understand.

"Number one in the world?"

“Is it a Taoist priest riding a bull??”

Xiangyun read the plot in the storybook and talked to herself.

"No, it's a Taoist priest riding a crane, a Taoist priest riding a crane to the south of the Yangtze River!!"

Xichun seemed to have heard Xiangyun's mumbling, so she retorted.

  Xiangyun didn't know the rest of the story, so after hearing Xichun's rebuttal, she felt very strange. The story clearly recorded a Taoist priest riding a cow!

"Sister Xichun, is the Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain the best in the world?"

The world of martial arts is full of passion and romance, which makes people imagine and fascinated. Xiangyun, who had never seen such a story before, was quickly attracted.

After Xichun sat down, she drank a sip of water and then asked, "Is it that Hong Xixiang?"

Xiangyun nodded.

"Yes, it's this Taoist priest who knows nothing! How can a Taoist priest who knows nothing become the best in the world?"

Xichun didn't respond for a long while, as if she was reminiscing.

She seldom read these notebooks on weekdays, because she always felt that those things were fresh in her memory. However, as time passed, those things would eventually fade away. Although they would not be truly forgotten, they would gradually be buried in the deepest part of her memory.

"He was an extraordinary Taoist priest, the reincarnation of the god Lu Dongxuan. He could have passed through the Heavenly Gate and ascended to the immortal world, but he passed through the Heavenly Gate three times without entering, just to wait for someone in the world. Hong Xixiang was his reincarnation."

Xiangyun rarely put down the notebook in her hand. When talking about such things, the girls always have enough patience.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Could it be a girl?" Speaking of the Taoist priest, Xichun also felt that this was how love should be in the world. She was just not satisfied with the ending, but it was so unforgettable.

"Yes!"

"She's a girl who loves to wear red. Speaking of which, my favorite person in this long story is not the scheming prince, but the silly Taoist priest."

Xichun's eyes showed longing, and then she said, "I was Lü Dongxuan, a wandering monk, five hundred years ago, Qi Xuanzhen of Longhu Mountain fifty years ago, and now I am Hong Xixiang of Wudang. I have cultivated merits for seven hundred years. I swear that I am willing to cultivate for another three hundred years for the righteousness of heaven and earth! I only ask heaven and earth to open a ray of hope and let Xu Zhihu ascend to heaven!"

She didn't say much, but her voice was unique to that of a girl, ethereal and with a hint of emotion.

  Xiangyun was silent. Is this the person in the story? ?

She had seen Taoist priests before. When she went to the Taoist temple with her family to hold a ceremony, there were many Taoist priests. Although her family did not allow her to see them, she could not help but lift the curtain of the sedan chair and look through a corner, and she saw a lot of things.

So for a moment, she simply couldn't connect the people in the book with the Taoist priests in reality.

"What's wrong, Sister Xiangyun?"

When Xichun saw that Xiangyun did not respond for a long time, she thought there was something wrong with what she said. After all, she was the same at the beginning.

However, there is one thing that makes her different from Xiangyun. After all, this is the first storybook she has come into contact with. She finds the subsequent stories such as The Monkey King Makes Trouble in Heaven and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai boring.

But Xiangyun is different. She was exposed to these things first, and now she is reading such a storybook, which has a shock to her long-formed ideas.

"what?"

"Sister Xichun, what did you say??"

It was obvious that Xiangyun was distracted just now, so much so that she did not hear clearly what Xichun said.

"It's not good for a monk to still be thinking about a girl, right?"

Suddenly, Xiangyun said this.

Xichun was stunned at first, but then she felt that it made sense, but then she shook her head.

Xiangyun's thoughts are the current cognition. How can monks and Taoists marry and have children? Marriage is also about matching the family background. What kind of girl marries what kind of man seems to have been a foregone conclusion.

"It doesn't seem good. This girl in red is a widow!!"

Xichun smiled, but she was very casual when she said this.

Xiangyun's vision is limited to the secular world. Matters of marriage are nothing more than the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. But she is different. She has seen a wider world and appreciates the kind of free love, just like she likes Jia Hong. According to the secular world, she seems not to like him, but she just likes him, likes him so much that she even wants to scheme against the girl in front of her.

"Bah bah bah!!"

"Then this is a bad seed!!"

Xiangyun seemed unsatisfied and spat twice.

After saying that, she put the notebook back on the table, and her face suddenly turned red. She admitted that the notebook was nice to look at, but the things inside were too...

"Sister Xiangyun, do you think a person only has one life? And that Taoist priest waited for five hundred years, but in the end he just held hands and didn't go beyond the rules. Do you think he is a fool?"

When Xiangyun heard this, she was suddenly stunned, as if she had been wrong.

“Do not exceed the rules”

"Girl, I found the clothes!!"

"Sister Xiangyun, I have a changing room over here, go try it."

As she spoke, Xichun opened the secret room.