Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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　　"No, it's not my face to refute the two of you. Logically speaking, we should invite the two of you to dinner. But the two of you have just had a performance, and it's already 11 o'clock. We worked hard, but for the sake of our health, let’s not eat rice today. If the two of you are hungry, just put a snack or two in your stomach. Stomach disease, you still need to be careful."

　　"Thank you old man for your concern."

　　"Don't dare, the two teachers have worked hard. Tonight, I will discuss with the two of them and take the child back for one night. When tomorrow's noon, our house will welcome guests with a drink. Please be sure to honor the two of you, how about it?"

　　"No problem no problem..."

　　"Grandpa, you can eat, just drink. In the afternoon, Master will have a performance. There are rules in our business, and we are not allowed to bring wine to the stage..."

　　"Oh? So that's the way it is... Anyway, just eat and not drink. In order to prepare a feast, the Wu family is waiting for the two of you to come."

　　"Master, you are too polite."

　　Looking at Mr. Wu, Guo Degang nodded:

　　"The two of us put it bluntly, and we are all arena artists. Thanks to you, we will be there tomorrow!"

　　"Hehe, if that's the case, then we'll take Shaobai back first."

　　"Please."

　　Guo Degang gave one hand, and Wu Shaobai also said:

　　"Master, shall I go first?"

　　"Go."

　　"Eh."

　　Farewell to each other, Wu Shao white-collared the whole family out from the back door.

　　As he walked, he asked:

　　"Dad, Mom, why did you bring Grandpa here too?"

　　"I called your parents to come."

　　Mr. Wu smiled:

　　"Your second uncle and third uncle are also curious, so they just came to see how you learned today."

　　"Then how did I learn?"

　　Wu Shaobai asked curiously.

　　Everyone looked at each other... Finally, Wu Qingzheng nodded:

　　"It's still a long way off."

　　When Wu Shaobai heard it, he had a spectrum in his heart.

　　Laughing and supporting Mr. Wu:

　　"Grandpa, it seems my dad is quite satisfied."

　　The old man nodded and smiled.

　　……

　　The Wu family's courtyard was reserved for the three brothers. After everyone returned, because there would be no holiday tomorrow, Wu Shaobai's second uncle and third uncle said hello and took the children away first.

　　Yan Liyun asked her son if he wanted something to eat.

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head and refused. The family sat in the main room before he said:

　　"Grandpa, I'm not ashamed of my "Double Hall" today, right?"

　　"Well, the heat is a little lighter after all, but the taste is alright... When did you like listening to dramas?"

　　"I've always liked it."

　　"Then you have to protect your throat."

　　"Don't worry, I have a plan."

　　"Ah."

　　The old man responded, then suddenly picked up a red sandalwood flat box on the table and handed it over:

　　"Pingshu Xiaonian went to apprentice, this is for you."

　　"This is……"

　　Wu Shaobai took it in a bit puzzled, opened it and found three ancient books.

　　"It's a present for you."

　　Hearing his father's words, Wu Shaobai's eyes fell on the name of the ancient book.

　　"'Divine Doctor...Wu Daoran'? What book is this?"

　　"You have to ask who wrote the book. Does Wu Daoran know who it is?"

　　"I know, ancestor. During the reign of Kangxi, Jinshi was the governor of Jidong Road, and he was in charge of twenty-six counties in four continents. From the second-rank official rank, seven of them died at the age of eighty... uh... Dad, do you mean this book..."

　　He looked at the three books with confusion on his face.

　　At this time, Mr. Wu said:

　　"This book was written by Pu Songling."

　　"……Who?"

　　Wu Shaobai was taken aback....

Chapter 47

　　"Where is Pu Songling from?"

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai with a puzzled face, Mr. Wu asked.

　　"People from Jinan. Ming Chongzhen was born in the thirteenth year and died in the fifty-fourth year of Kangxi. He sat and died in his former residence, Liao Zhai, leaning against the window. This... he knew his ancestors?"

　　Wu Shaobai looked puzzled.

　　Mr. Wu nodded:

　　"People in the world only know "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai", but they don't know that Pu Songling left behind other works such as Anthology of Liaozhai. And this work... can almost be regarded as the same version of "Liao Zhai". Pu Songling has been in Jinan for three times. He didn't do well in the test, but he was told that Shi Runzhang had a good relationship with his ancestor Wu Daoran at that time. Although he was an unremarkable student in the eyes of his ancestors, he still knew that there was such a person. After failing in the township examination in the eleventh year of Kangxi, Pu Song Ling felt stagnant in his heart and fell ill. It happened that his ancestors traveled to Zichuan and rushed to seek treatment after hearing the news. Taiyi medicine cured his comatose disease, otherwise there may only be one more lunatic in history. There is no "Liao Zhai" anymore."

　　"Uh...then what?"

　　"Then? Then, after our ancestors learned about Taiyi's many full-time ghost diseases, he was curious and acted as a book boy during his ancestor's tour of Zichuan for more than a month, during which he asked his ancestors about many diseases. He likes the theory of ghosts and gods. Although he can't read, he is very talented in writing books. He sent this book in the fourth year after his ancestors left Zichuan, that is, in the 15th year of Kangxi."

　　"Didn't he create "Liao Zhai" in the 18th year of Kangxi?"

　　"That's right. The stories of "The Man in the Buckwheat" and "Painted Skin" in Liaozhai actually have early shadows in this book. That's why I said that this book is the prototype of "Liao Zhai". It is a travel diary written from the perspective of a magical doctor with the power of ghosts and gods. Although the ancestors at that time found it interesting to read, they also knew in their hearts that, considering the era at that time, the various ancestors in this book were written. The ability is much touted, but it’s not like he didn’t think about entering the office with a book. So the ancestors just looked at it, smiled, and finally kept the corner of the table. After all, the content of this book is not mentioned, just the name is too exaggerated, the Wu family Don't ask the heavens and the earth to ask the ghosts and gods, just ask for a worthy of the heart, but don't care about the fake name, and don't have to make a name for it."

　　"Uh……"

　　Wu Shaobai's face was bitter.

　　Good guy... this Pu Songling is unlucky enough...

　　I wrote a flattering book, and as a result, Xiaosi was seen through.

　　Sure enough... writing novels is useless. (self-joking, don't take it seriously)

　　Mr. Wu continued:

　　"But at the end of the day, this book was left behind by our family. I also found it interesting to read it. When I think of you want to talk about storytelling, you might even say stand-up in the future. Although this book is not as straightforward as those ghost movies today, it is There are also some unique points of view in various perspectives. It is given to you, you can think about it yourself. Your master and the teacher Guo said are quite right. The adaptation of cross talk is also accumulated from the experience of the ancestors, and the wisdom of the predecessors was inspired by the later generations. This book is also helpful to you, so take it and read it."

　　"Row."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded.

　　Anyway, there are a lot of things in the warehouse at home.

　　The Wu family has been passed down from generation to generation, leaving not only family customs and rituals, but also the accumulation of that generation.

　　It can't be said that the country is rich, but if any item in the warehouse flows to the market, it may cause some shocks.

　　Just not necessary.

　　And this book... if I say it, it will definitely be shocking.But since grandpa has given it to himself, it proves that the old man's attitude is: don't be afraid of people knowing.

　　Just understand this.

　　Thinking of this, he subconsciously opened the cover full of old times.

　　A preface comes into view:

　　"Shenggong's medical skills are frightening, and he hangs the pot to help the world like a god.

　　Sitting high in solitude and indifference, it is not as good as it is, the world is still peaceful. "

　　"..."

　　See this preface full of flattery...

　　Wu Shaobai's mouth twitched subconsciously.

　　Good guy.

　　What a big rainbow fart!

　　Volume [-]: The Magician Physician's Escape

　　"Why is this still a Ling doctor?"