Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 42 A one-man show on stage

In fact, Cangmu scholars have always been skeptical about the existence of immortals on Buhan Mountain.

If not, why haven't we found any traces of immortality in the past few years? Of course, the possibility that the northern border is too remote cannot be ruled out.

He asked the master in front of him to go to Beijing to ask the real immortal for him. In fact, he was just asking Mr. Lu tactfully. After all, he had lived for so long, and he had never seen a 'person' whose life span was longer than that moth.

Perhaps it was because Cangmu scholar's elegant and elegant temperament was completely solid, and his gentle attitude was not annoying. Lu Chenran held the tea bowl, took a sip, and asked with a little curiosity:
  "Resurrected from the dead? What regrets do you have, sir?"

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Luo Shu sighed, waved his hand, and directed a few butterflies to pick up the moth's wings. Those butterflies found a corner, and one by one, I began to sew the baggage.

"Actually, to be honest sir, this is just a little obsession of mine."

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More than two hundred years ago, Luo Shu came from the mountains and settled in Xianya Pavilion in the east of Jiamu County. He enjoyed the snow, read and copied paintings, and felt the fireworks of the world in his spare time.

What he loves most is listening to opera, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, and the "Gui Men Dan" is holding a folding fan to half cover her face, just like holding a pipa to half cover her face.

It was while listening to a play that he met an actor named Fenxiang and fell in love with the "girlfriend" she played on the stage.

Soon after, the Rakshasa army invaded, and the war spread from Qingping County to Jiamu County. The soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom captured dozens of people from Jiamu County and threatened their lives with the girl Fenxiang's opera. reject.
  It was a one-man show performed by the Fennel Girl. That night, Jiamu County was silent, but the theater was brightly lit. The soldiers of the Rakshasa Kingdom were sitting under the stage, drinking and eating meat, laughing wildly.
  On the stage, there is the graceful Kunqiang of the female disciple, but below the stage, there are jackals, tigers, leopards and evil spirits.

Accompanied by the close sound of gongs and drums, the sound of fennel was like climbing a mountain, standing on thousands of walls, one mountain after another, one after another. Then, a long-planned fire spread in the theater, and the fire took advantage of the wind, leaving behind Large black marks fell, and thick smoke rose, rising into the sky like a dragon.

When the soldiers from the Rakshasa Kingdom discovered it, they found that the door had already been tightly blocked.
  Lu Chenran's face suddenly became solemn, and he already vaguely knew the follow-up:
  "and after?"

The butterfly in the corner is still busy, and most of the bundle he wants has been sewn.

Luo Shu smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said softly:

"The theater building collapsed, but the show of fennel is not over yet."

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Lu Chenran has heard of this.

Our ancestors had rules. When a singer starts singing, he must finish singing.

The play has begun, and all directions are listening. One side is human, three directions are ghosts, and four directions are gods.

Opera singers pay special attention to this, even in Blue Star, and there are many heroic opera singers who died because of this.

"I'm so stupid, really!"

Luo Shu raised his dull eyes and continued:

"I just knew that Fenxiang was going to sing an opera that night, and those Rakshasa warriors were going to listen to the opera. I didn't know that Miss Fenxiang had already made up her mind to die with them, and failed to rush into the fire in time to rescue her. Over the years, I've been looking for her soul, but I can't find it anywhere."

"I know there is no resurrection from the dead, but Fenxiang's death will always be a thorn in my heart. This is also my obsession."

The story of Cangmu Scholar is finished.

Those butterflies also finished their baggage.

Luo Shu handed the bundle to Lu Chenran's hands with both hands and said softly:
  "Sir, the baggage has been prepared."

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Lu Chenran touched the transparent and thin baggage, then looked at Luo Shu, and said with a little emotion:

"If Lu finds a true immortal in Shangjing, he will definitely help you inquire about the souls of the 10,000 soldiers who died in Qingping County that year."

"Then thank you sir."

Luo Shu cupped his hands towards Lu Chenran with a smile on his face, paused in his words, and glanced at the snow fox lying on Lu Chenran's shoulder. After thinking for a while, he turned around and walked into the house. Inside. Not long after, he took out a small white tent-like backpack in his hand, which was padded with goose down. If he carried it behind his back, it would look like he was carrying a small house:
  "Mr. Lu, I see that your fox has no shelter from the wind and snow. It's winter, and the weather will only get colder. This small tent was made from the pear petals in the courtyard during my spare time. Together with this Let’s give the baggage to sir together.”

"This small tent has been cast with magic. Even the violent wind and snow cannot blow it away."

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Xiao An Daoyun blinked his big eyes, and immediately caught sight of the backpack house in the hands of the Cangmu scholar. He stretched out his little hand and reached for the small tent——

"give me!"

Luo Shu raised his head and looked at Lu Chenran, then lowered his head and looked at the girl. Then a smile appeared on his lips, he leaned down and gently handed the small tent into Xiao An's hands.

"Then you can help sir carry it."

"Mr. Lu is carrying a big bag, and you are carrying a small bag."

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This little pear house is really beautiful, small and exquisite, with the fragrance of pear spreading around all the time. The snow fox jumped down from Lu Chenran's body, sniffing the fragrance of the pear petals.

Xiao An placed it next to the snow fox, squatted on the ground, put his arms on his knees, held his red cheeks in his hands, and said crisply:

"Do you like it, Xiaoyi?"

The snow fox glanced at Xiao An tenderly, then shook its fluffy fox tail and shouted at Lu Chenran:
  "Hey—"

For Aunt Yisu, she has been alone for countless years and has returned to her original nature with a bit of childishness. In addition, she is still a woman at heart. She cannot resist such pink things from the bottom of her heart.

——Although she would rather sleep on Ran'er's body.

Lu Chenran felt a little happy in his heart. This Cangmu scholar was so good at being a good person, and even the things he gave were so sweet. This was a small house that belonged to his aunt, so he couldn't refuse it.

"Hahaha, great!"

"Brother Luo, Lu really can't refuse the small house you gave Lu. Lu will definitely help you inquire about the fennel. Let's say goodbye."

This laughter is full of energy and joy.

The title page of a golden book floated slowly in his mind:

[Becoming acquainted with Lihuapeng: (0/2)]

[The pear blossom courtyard is filled with fragrance. 】

【Befriending Moth Wings: (2/50)】

【With the moth wings of the world as a burden, no matter how many objects there are, they are as light as cicada wings. 】

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Seeing Lu Chenran laughing and returning the favor to him, Luo Shu knew that he was flattering him in the right place, and sent Lu Chenran to the door with an unstoppable smile.

Then he looked at Lu Chenran's retreating figure and murmured to himself:

"I'm so lucky today."

"In this life, it is fate to get to know someone as tall as Mr. Lu, not to mention his promise."

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Then he thought of something again, his cheeks were full of sneer, and he spit on the ground:
  "Oh, how brave does that moth have to be to reach out to Mr. Moth? The ancients deceived me like a moth flies into a flame."

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(End of this chapter)