I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 45 The Scholar Who Writes the Story
When I woke up in the morning, it was very cold outside.

Song You borrowed the boatman's pole, wore the lotus coat gifted by Yu Zhizhou, and sat where the boatman sat last night.The cold air of the river in front of him rises, the smoke waves are silent, and the surroundings are quiet. When the fishing line is stretched into the water, small ripples are made from time to time, which are difficult to detect in the water mist.

Looking around, there are green hills everywhere.

The other passengers were either staying in the boat or still sleeping, only Empress Sanhua was sitting quietly beside his lap, her eyes fixed on the intersection of the fishing lines and the water surface.

The boatman has already started cooking breakfast.

"What if I can't catch it?"

Song You turned his head and asked the cat softly.

Mistress Sanhua raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes were very calm, she lowered her head after a while, raised her paws to lick.

Song You didn't know what she meant.

There was a booming sound behind him, and it was the boatman who was cutting fish bones.

When Mistress Sanhua heard the voice, her ears trembled, she raised her head and said to him softly:
"If you can't catch it, forget it."

After hearing this, Song You's expression was still very calm.

It's just that he suddenly thought of a question——

Mistress Sanhua usually catches mice at night, before she met herself, if she hadn't caught birds, insects and the like during the day, if someone hadn't come to make offerings to her, what would she have eaten?Anyway, he had never heard Empress Sanhua cry hungry.In the past, I only thought that it was time to cook by myself, and it could get food from other places, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"What should Mistress Sanhua do if she's hungry?"

"Mistress Sanhua is used to being hungry."

"Um……"

Song You lifted the fishing rod, and a sliver of silver left the water, was pulled by the thread, and fell into his hands with precision.

"Caught it."

This fish is the breakfast of Empress Sanhua.

At the same time, a voice came from behind.

"Sir, you are very elegant."

Needless to say, everyone knows that it is the scholar named Fu.

Footsteps came soon after.

"Fishing in the cold river, looking at the mountains and rivers, and talking to cats, I don't know how many people want to be as interested as Mr. Song You, but they don't have this state of mind." Song You stopped behind him, and saw him retracting his pole, a little curious, "Mr. Why don’t you catch this one meal?”

"Enough for cats."

"Wonderful!"

The scholar came over with another horse tie and sat beside Song You: "Sir, since you came from Lingquan County, did you pass through Yidu on the way?"

"Yidu is prosperous, so I have to go and see it."

"That's true. I've traveled all over the world for many years, and I've rarely seen a city as prosperous and enlightened as Yidu." The scholar paused, "Except for Yangcheng, I haven't been to Changjing yet."

"How is Yangcheng?"

"The spring breeze is ten miles, the lights are thousands of lights, and the prosperity is like a dream."

"Then you should go and see."

Song You put away the fishing rod and put it back where it was.

The scholar stood and turned to look at him: "I haven't asked yet, where is Mr. going on this trip?"

"Traveling around the world, there is no fixed place for now."

"Haha! This is how life should be!"

The scholar couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and clapped his hands applaudingly, feeling that this gentleman really suits his heart.

"Just why did you go to Limbo again?"

"Send a letter to the old man who sells tea on the way."

"Just send a letter?"

"I don't know where to go."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

The scholar couldn't help clapping his hands to praise him, and then shook his head: "It's a pity that I have been out for a long time, otherwise I should go for a walk with my husband!"

"Maybe there will be fate in the future."

"Oh yes—"

The scholar seemed to think of it at this time: "Sir, since you passed through Yidu, did you hear about the case of the thieves who escaped from the city that caused a lot of trouble in Yidu last year? There is also the rumor about the mage in Tai'an Temple that is very popular among the people?"

Song You lowered his head and stared at Mistress Sanhua eating fish, and still replied calmly:
"I've heard of it."

"I don't know if I can tell you."

"Didn't you hear it?"

"I've heard it before." The scholar sighed, "However, the teahouse heard people talk about it, and even if they gave tea money, they didn't listen to it completely. It's a pity."

"..."

Song You couldn't help raising his eyes and glanced at him: "Your Majesty is really fascinated by this kind of stories..."

"To tell you the truth, sir, this is my first hobby in my life. Besides, I'm still preparing a book, which has no title yet. In short, I want to summarize the mysteries and mysteries of the world. Well, it's better to be real and interesting. That's why it's right. There's such an urgency to collect things like this."

"I see."

"Haha, I'm not afraid of my master's jokes!" The scholar said with a smile, "I didn't have much interest in classics, righteousness and political theory since I was a child, and I'm stupid until now. I'm afraid I'm hopeless in this life if I want to win the exam. If this book can be prepared smoothly , first of all, it can be regarded as the completion of something that I have always wanted to do. Second, hehe, although it is not a book to be proud of, and it is even difficult to be elegant, but with this book, I can’t say that I, Fu Mou People can also be famous in history like the ministers of the past dynasties."

After Song You listened to it and thought about it seriously, it was really possible.

As the scholar said, this kind of books are only miscellaneous books in this era, and they are difficult to be considered as elegant, and they will even be cast aside by some old scholars. Some people dare not leave a name after writing a book, for fear of losing face.But such books are also very popular these days, and their popularity is much higher than that of famous classics.

There are not many similar books on the market.

A book of "Tao Li Years" was not well written, and the stories were mixed with a lot of content that only people in the Taoist sect could understand, but it still became popular all over the country at an extremely fast speed.

Why?

Everyone in the world is interested in this kind of story, but there are too few people who can write this kind of book well.

If this scholar writes well, it is really possible to pass it on.

Song You naturally does not have the decadent ideas of this era, and does not discriminate against such miscellaneous books. After thinking about it carefully, it is quite interesting to be able to participate in a book that has been passed down for thousands of years.Even when it is handed down to later generations, it is already a pile of bones and yellow sand, and there is nothing left.

Coincidentally, before leaving, I was in the North Wazi, in the Yunshuo shed, and listened to Mr. Zhang give a detailed talk.

"I have a lot of stories like this."

"Coincidentally, there is still a long way to go."

"It's a long story."

"I'll pour wine with my husband!"

"There is one condition."

"Sir, please speak."

"I tell a story, and I have to tell another story, so the two are clear, and neither owes anything."

"A word is settled!"

"I'll talk about the thief who escaped first."

"All ears."

"It all started a few years ago. The thief was originally surnamed Mo, and he lived in Lianhua Village outside Yidu City. He was originally a down-and-out scholar..."

Song You's voice was not loud, but he spoke in detail.

The overall reference to Mr. Zhang's story structure, and retelling it from memory, naturally brings its own flavor.At the same time, Mr. Zhang's storytelling skills and tone words are omitted, and it becomes like an ordinary neighbor sitting under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village at dusk and telling you the story that happened to you some time ago.

The scholar was fascinated and addicted to it.

Even the other three members of the family couldn't help but sit in the cabin and listen. The little girl opened her big black eyes, presumably there is a world full of mystery in her heart, right?
After speaking, I just smelled the aroma of porridge, so I had breakfast first.

The porridge was bland, but it was just right for the cold morning on the river.

After the meal, it was the scholar's turn to tell the story.

"When I traveled to Yangzhou in the lower reaches, I heard a story from a hermit in a high mountain."

"Please say."

"It is said that hundreds of years ago, Yangzhou was far less prosperous than it is now, and there were even big monsters entrenched. All the mountains away from the road were hunting grounds for big monsters, and mountain monsters often came down to harm people. It coincided with the end of the previous dynasty. The political situation is chaotic and the people are struggling to live. At this time, a person passed by here, armed with a sapphire sword, and dealt with the monster on Heidu Mountain for half a year, beheading it under the sword, and Yangzhou has only been peaceful since then."

Because of the lack of details, the scholar's story is much shorter: "And the Taoist priest, it is said, came from the Fulong Temple. As for where the Fulong Temple is, it is not in the story, and no one knows. I heard it from another story. After reading the name of the Fulong Temple on Yinyang Mountain, I boldly guessed that it might be the same Taoist temple."

"it is good."

Song You showed helplessness.

Subconsciously tried to recall, but did not find any patriarch who was good at wielding a sword hundreds of years ago.

But it doesn't matter.

It may be that there are deviations in the rumors of the story, it may be that some ancestor learned to use the sword some time after he went down the mountain, or he may not remember clearly, in short, it is a common thing.

The main thing is that he doesn't really want to hear it.

The masters of Fulong Temple in the past dynasties rarely left any stories about their travels. Even Song You's master seldom talked to him about what he saw and learned when he was young, because he was afraid of affecting future generations.Everyone should have their own path.And the patriarch who is too long ago, who has never met, actually in Song You's heart, he is not much different from a stranger.

"What do you think of the story, sir?"

"The story is big, but not very interesting."

"Ha! I never thought that what I saw coincided with what I saw!" The scholar laughed, "I have a cousin who usually asks me to tell stories, and he prefers this kind of story. The bigger the story, the more gods and Buddhas there are. , the characters in the story have higher mana, no matter what else, he also finds it interesting, but I don’t like it very much.”

After a little thought, Song You knew that the scholar must have thought that he was also in Lingquan County and had heard of Fulong Temple before, so he deliberately told the story about Fulong Temple.

"You don't need to tell any more stories about Fulong Temple."

"Which one do you like to hear, sir?"

"Interesting."

"That's what I said in vain just now, and I will pay you another one!"

"Not at all."

"Don't be too polite, sir. Since I want to compile it into a book, why don't I lack these two stories. When I go out, I will meet strangers, so it's better to be more casual."

"rational."

Song You stopped stopping him, and only looked at the little girl next to him.

The girl fiddled with the water beside the boat while listening to their stories. Suddenly, as if attracted by the light in the water, she lay down on the side of the boat and wanted to get a closer look.

And there is a huge black shadow swimming faintly under the water.

Song You tapped on the side of the boat with his fingers, and after attracting the little girl's attention, he smiled and reminded her not to play in the water. She didn't feel relieved until she sat down again, and then glanced at the river, and the black shadow had disappeared.

During the conversation, the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

……

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(End of this chapter)