Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

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After putting away the flyer.

Walnut had no playmates, so he played alone.

Play house with yourself, play divination cards with yourself.

Even if there is a door not to leave, you have to climb up the high courtyard wall to watch the distant scenery.

On the courtyard wall, Walnut can see the dense forest in the distance.

It is said that Wuwangpo, the Holy Land of the Resurrection Hall, is in that forest, and Hu Tao has never been there before.

I heard there are naughty little ghosts there!

When you have time next time, you must visit Wuwangpo.

Just as Hu Tao was talking to herself, admiring the sunset in the sky, her grandfather's voice came from behind her: "Little Hu Tao, have you memorized all those poems?"

Hu Tao replied loudly: "I've already learned how to recite it—"

The very short little walnut slipped directly down the ladder of the cliff.

He ran to grandpa with the book of poetry.

Hu Tao handed the book of poems to his grandfather, and said solemnly: "I just read these poems and lines, and I have already memorized them!"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Then you recite it to me!"

These verses are masterpieces created in his life.

Even if it cannot be published, it must not be lost, it must be passed on to Xiao Hutao.

Hear grandpa's words!

Walnut said happily: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, he put his hands on the ground suddenly, and lifted his legs slightly, and his petite body stood upside down by the wall.

While shaking his head, he muttered:

"A friend comes from afar and digs a grave to greet him."

"No one has died in life since ancient times, and one should stay innocent in the world."

"Once bitten by a snake, I hear birds singing everywhere."

"A single slip up becomes...eternal...by the way, a single slip up becomes a romantic figure through the ages."

……

The walnut in the inverted state is like opening and hanging.

In one breath, he recited most of the poems created by his grandfather completely, and none of them were wrong.

Looking at the inverted walnut, Grandpa was very satisfied.

But—even Grandpa couldn't help being puzzled.

Why do you have to stand upside down on the wall when reciting ancient poems?

Aren't you tired?

Chapter 233 Grandpa, The Grave Has Sprouted

After reciting a large section of verse, the petite Walnut jumped and rolled in the air.

Land safely!

He said happily: "Grandpa, how about it, I have recited those poems of Grandpa verbatim."

Grandpa happily stroked Walnut's head.

He smiled and said, "Walnut is so good!"

Although this little granddaughter has a weird personality, her talents in all aspects made her grandfather very satisfied.

When I grow up, I will definitely be able to take over the Xiangsheng Hall.

Don't worry that there will be no successors in the Hall of Death.

When grandpa was happy, little walnut also smiled and said: "Grandpa, I not only recited the poems created by grandpa, but also created a few poems myself!"

"Grandpa wants to hear it?"

grandfather:"???"

Create verses yourself?

Looking at the three-year-old Hu Tao, Grandpa was stunned for a moment.

Able to write poetry at the age of three, even the most famous poet in Tewat, it is impossible to have such a talent?

Grandpa smiled and said, "I didn't expect that little Hutao could write poems. Hurry up and read it to Grandpa!"

He is very curious!

What kind of poems will a three-year-old Hu Tao write?

Walnut heard the words!

He immediately turned over and stood upside down on the wall again.

Shaking his head and reciting solemnly: "The sky is blue, the wild is vast, Hu Tao will never forget his poems - outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, Hu Tao reads thousands of times!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, how is it?"

"Is it a masterpiece?"

After Hu Tao finished reciting her masterpiece, she rolled over happily and fell to the ground.

Grab Grandpa's sleeve!

Staring at a pair of big eyes, he begged his grandfather to comment on his poems.

After hearing this, my grandfather laughed and said, "Okay, very good, I have already caught up to half of my grandfather's literary talents! Given time, I will be able to write poems that can be published!"

Grandpa loved poetry all his life.

My biggest wish is to publish my own poems.

But—no matter which publishing house, they are not interested in Grandpa's poems.

Hu Tao said happily: "Okay, then I will continue to create—suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of graves are buried! Grandpa, how about this sentence?"

Grandpa thought for a while and said, "Poems are good poems, but they sound a bit awkward!"

Think about it.

Judging from my grandfather's many years of creative experience, I always feel that the word "all" is a bit redundant.

Hu Tao was taken aback when he heard the words, then shook his head and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up!

"Grandpa, I thought of—"

"Changed to: Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of coffins and graves are buried, what a magnificent scene it would be!"

"The business of our Xiangsheng Hall has never been so good!"

Hear the walnut exclamation!

Grandpa smiled and said: "Silly girl, compared to the prosperous business of Xiangshengtang, I hope that there will be no death and no disease in this world. Wouldn't that be better!"

Hu Tao thought for a while and said, "Not good!"

Grandpa: "Huh??"

Hu Tao: "Then we won't have any business in Xiangshengtang, won't we starve to death?"

Grandpa: "Hahaha, Little Walnut is right!"

In the sunset!

Grandpa and Little Hutao, who had already grown gray beards, were talking and laughing, discussing their respective poems.

And record these newly created verses in a small book.

Save it for future publication.

As the night fell, Grandpa Hu Tao walked out of the gate of the courtyard of the Xiangshengtang with his back bent and carrying a special shovel made by the Xiangshengtang.

Hu Tao shouted loudly behind him: "Grandpa, can you come back early at night?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Don't worry, there is only one customer order tonight. I will come back as soon as possible after I dig it out!"

Follow the rules of Xiangshengtang!

Such physical work like digging holes and filling soil is generally not done by the hall master himself.

But——since his son and daughter-in-law left, when Grandpa Hu Tao took over the Hall of Rebirth again, the Hall of Resurrection was already in decline.

Those who can work have already left!

I can only rely on the old grandfather to dig holes and fill the soil for customers bit by bit.

under such physical labor.

Grandpa, who was already sick, is getting worse and worse.

Looking at the stooped body of grandpa carrying the shovel.

Hu Tao secretly made a decision in his heart, and when he was able to carry the shovel, he must help grandpa dig a hole together.

In this way, the night is getting thicker and darker!

Walnut waited for a long time, but did not wait for grandpa to come back.

Gradually, he fell asleep unconsciously.

the next day!

When Hu Tao heard the thrush singing, she knew that it must be Grandpa's return.

The moment you open your eyes!