Since one night when I was bored, Chen Xu has been trapped in the vast ocean of the people and comes to listen to the stories on time after dinner every day.

I hope that the tragic ending of White Snake will create an indelible memory for all villagers in their hearts, and they will not listen to stories in the future, or... I will tell a few more tragic stories in the future, and the tragic ending will probably be a few more times. The whole village will be in such a sad and tragic atmosphere all day long, and I dare not listen to stories.

Well, that's what I decided to tell a ghost story next time!

"My benefactor, I have been to Hangzhou County once. There is indeed a small hill called Leifeng by Qiantang Lake, but I have never seen a pagoda or heard the locals discuss this matter!" Yu Wuya sat blankly on a piece of wooden stake, looking at Chen Xu as if muttering to himself.

"Ah~! Is there really Leifeng Mountain?" Not only Chen Jiang and Xing'er were shocked, but even Shui Qingrou's sad and beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide and couldn't help but exclaim.

"I have already said that when it is true, it is also true, it is just a myth. Why take it seriously? Besides, I have never been to Hangzhou, how could I know that it is late, go to bed early, and you will set off early tomorrow morning, otherwise the pavilion chief will probably cause some trouble if he sees it!" Chen Xu said with a fan.

"Chen Xu, I'm afraid this is not the final ending of the story, right?" After a long silence, Shui Qingrou, who had never made any sound after hearing the story, suddenly said.

"Why?" Chen Xu shook his head, looked up at the stars and moon in the sky and said: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing. This matter is difficult to be complete. No story must have a perfect ending, so don't force it. If you force it to be perfect, you will find that it is just you deceiving yourself, so don't be sad. I'll sing a song for you!"

Chen Xu also found that the atmosphere was too sad, which would affect the quality of sleep. At the same time, he also despised people of this era and had too poor ability to bear it. Bai Suzhen was just suppressed and did not die!

"Brother, stop singing, Xing'er doesn't want to listen!" Xing'er was still lying in Chen Jiang's arms and sobbing.

However, Yu Wuya and Niu Dashi were excited and urged to sing quickly.

"Ahem~ This song tells the plot of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian's first encounter with West Lake. It is called Duqing, also known as the beautiful scenery of West Lake. It sounds very nice, but there is a prelude to the bamboo flute before the singing!" Chen Xu cleared his throat, then pulled out a bamboo flute from behind his waist, put it under his lips and tried it gently, and then slowly started blowing it.

Accompanied by the sound of the light and pleasant bamboo flute, a melody that is very familiar to people in later generations flew into the starry sky under the night, and spreading in the quiet mountain village, causing many villagers who had already reached their doorstep to keep their feet and sounded.

The bamboo flute was made by boredom a few days ago and has never been played seriously.

Moreover, the opening position is not particularly accurate, resulting in the tune not very accurate. In addition, Chen Xu also practiced for a few days when he was in college and could only play a few simple songs.

I remember that there was a guy who liked to play Erhu in the dormitory. They planned to find a soulmate in the mountains and rivers to play a song of the Smiling and Proud Wanderer. However, that guy was very miserable. After a few days, he was almost beaten to death by the whole dormitory and neighbors. So this story of the world was not completed, and Chen Xu also transferred his interest in playing the flute to playing games.

But for people of this era, such a light and pleasant sound of flutes and beautiful tunes conquered several people in an instant. Even Xing'er, who was so sad that she didn't want to listen to the song, sat up and listened with her little ears standing up.

The prelude to the flute sound ended, and Chen Xu took a deep breath and sang the popular song that once resounded throughout the streets and alleys.

The singing sounds together, everything is silent.

It seems like I saw the March Jiangnan, which is thousands of years apart and thousands of miles apart. The spring rain is like wine and willows like smoke. In the misty rain of the West Lake where the breeze blows the willows, a small boat squeaks and shakes.

There were two pretty women and a scholar holding an umbrella standing on the bow of the boat, basking in the wind and rain, and talking about a love that had been waiting for thousands of years.

...

"Junior sister, I'm leaving!"

The next morning, after breakfast, Yu Wuya tied up tea and noodles, and put a few scallion oil pancakes wrapped by Chen Jiang's, turned over.

"Chen Xu, the ending of the story is not that way, right?" Shui Qingrou pulled the reins and was reluctant to get on the horse. She looked at Chen Xu with her big eyes.

"Uh, Miss Water, don't care about the ending. You should think more about their loyal love that will last until death. The different paths of the shemale and demons. No matter how this story develops, the ending will be destined!" Chen Xu was a little helpless.

After a night, this girl has not yet broken free from the plot. She looks very bad today, and her dark circles are particularly obvious.

"Junior sister, my benefactor is right. Don't be too entangled. It's just a myth. Let's go. If you're late, you won't be able to return to Wancheng today!" Yu Wuya was also helpless and rode on the horse and circled around.

"It's Qingrou that came this time is too abrupt. Take care, say goodbye!" Shui Qingrou sighed softly, stepped on the stirrup, turned over and sat on the horse's back lightly, looking down at Chen Xu, but there was no indifference in her eyes when she first met. "I don't know when I will have the chance to come again, so Qingrou wants to ask for something!"

"That's it!" Chen Xu pulled out a green bamboo flute from behind.

Until he went to bed last night, Chen Xu kept finding that this girl was staring at the bamboo flute from time to time.

Shui Qingrou's pretty face turned red and nodded slightly. Chen Xu readily handed the flute over, "When you blow, remember that the second hole must be covered with a flute film. The flute film is in the annual green bamboo, you can see it when you split it!"

"Thank you! Take care of me!" Shui Qingrou took the bamboo flute and pulled the reins of the horse, then rushed out with both legs and a belly, and rushed out first. The sound of hooves sounded, and the beautiful figure quickly hid into the tree-shaded path.

"My benefactor, sister-in-law, take care of me. Wuya will often take time to come back to visit you and say goodbye!" After Yu Wuya bowed, he quickly rode his horse to chase him.

"The water in the West Lake is dry and the Leifeng Pagoda is falling. Don't forget that Bai Suzhen gave birth to a son in Jinshan Temple, named Xu Shilin..."

Chen Xu shouted in the direction where the two left.

Shui Qingrou, who was riding on the horse, had gradually faded away, her body trembled slightly, her red eyes could not help but she could not help but she could not help but she had tears flowing down her beautiful cheeks. She smiled extremely surprised.

Finally left!

Chen Xu breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to start working.
Chapter completed!