Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> Erha and his white cat Shizun

This seat tells stories to juniors

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Mo Ran followed the sound and saw the answer suddenly appeared, and ran staggeringly from the stone steps of the government office.

    It was a child of three or four years old, holding a small bamboo windmill in his hand, jumping towards Mr. Chu.  He was wearing a plain little shirt, with a jasper collar, a Fulu mail lock, and a red silk amulet hanging on the front of the front, just like a little junior in a circle.

    "" Mo Ran knew the reason why the cavalry whispered this time.

    He couldn't help muttering: "Junior Brother, you and Master are both from Lin'an, and Master's surname is Chu, you said that the Chu family more than two hundred years ago should be your clan, and you two should not  Some kind of distant relative I think it might be very big."

    Chu Wanning didn't say a word, and stared at the two people.

    He has never known his own life experience, and he can't remember clearly what happened when he was young.

    Could it be that this Mr. Chu is really one of his predecessors

    Just thinking about it, the team lined up to Mo Ran.

    Mr. Chu raised his eyes, and was about to burn the talisman for the ink, but when he saw the unfamiliar person, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and then smiled gently: "Foreigner, first time here?"

    His voice is mellow and elegant, which is different from Chu Wanning's icy coldness.

    "Ah ah yes, yes."

    Suddenly there was a person who looked so much like a master, talking to him so kindly, Mo Ran really couldn't tell what it was like, and was at a loss for a while.

    The Prince of the Prefect smiled slightly: "My servant, Chu Xun, may I ask your surname?"

    "I, my surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Ran."

    "Where did Mr. Mo come to Lin'an?"

    "It's far, far away, in Shu, in the middle of Shu." Even though Mr. Chu Xun has a gentle manner, Mo Ran still feels that he will be seen through by this person at a glance.

    Chu Xun was slightly stunned, and then smiled modestly: "It's really far away." He paused, his eyes dropped a few inches, and saw Chu Wanning standing next to him, a hint of surprise appeared on his elegant face.

    "Who is this¡­¡­"

    "My name is Xia Sini." Chu Wanning said.

    Mo Ran took him to his side, touched his head, and said with a dry smile: "This is my brother."

    It doesn't look like me, it looks like you.

    Perhaps it was because of the imminent battle and the urgency of the situation, Chu Xun had no time to think about it.  Or maybe it's because he's just a character in an illusion, and it's difficult to react too violently to things that don't belong to this illusion.  In short, he frowned, looked at Chu Wanning for a while, and then handed the two painted talisman papers to them with both hands.

    "I'm a visitor from afar, not to mention that the people are struggling to make ends meet. Please take these two talisman papers. If you have no other arrangements, it's better to stay in the city for two more days."

    Mo Ran said: "I've heard it all, is the son going to bring the city people to Putuo? What is this talisman paper for?"

    "This talisman is a soul-killing talisman." Chu Xun explained, "Wearing it on the body can hide the breath of a living person."

    Mo Ran immediately understood: "Ah, I know. If the breath of the living person is sealed, the ghost will not be able to detect whether the other party is dead or alive. In this way, even if we walk in front of the ghost, they will not be able to figure it out.  I don't know what to do."

    Chu Xun smiled and said, "Exactly."

    Seeing that he was busy, Mo Ran couldn't ask any more questions, so he thanked Mr. Chu Xun, and then took his junior brother to the side.

    The two sat by the wall, Mo Ran turned his face to the side, saw that the younger brother was holding the piece of talisman in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

    "I was thinking, this is indeed a good idea." Chu Wanjing thought about it quietly, "But I don't know why they didn't make it in the end."

    "Isn't it written in this book?"

    Chu Wanning said: "The catastrophe two hundred years ago is most detailed in the "Lin'an Anthology". But it is only a few lines."

    Mo Ran asked: "What does the book say?"

    "Lin'an was besieged, and the scene in the city was unknown. After the rebels broke through, they saw corpses leaning on the road, with ten rooms and nine empty rooms. Hundreds of people in the prefect's mansion and seven hundred and forty households in the head of Guizhou were all dead."

    "" Mo Ran said, "Isn't the cause of death written?"

    "There is no record. Lin'an City was besieged at that time, and there were very few people who survived. Later, a few survivors were rescued by the Feathermen, but Feathermen are often not involved in world affairs, and their thoughts are different from ordinary people. In their  In my eyes, the truth is not important, even if it is clear, it will not be reported to the world without a reason."

    Chu Wanning paused, and continued: "However, since they are leaving in two days, what happened at that time will be seen soon. We might as well walk around, maybe we can find something  Clue."within reach.  "

    "That's right." Mo Ran blinked, turned over, looked at Chu Wanning with his head up, "I can't sleep."

    "" Chu Wanning glanced at him, "Then I'll tell you a story to coax you."

    Originally, he was just a mocking joke, but Mo Ran was so thick-skinned that he laughed and said, "Okay, okay. Junior brother, let me tell you a story about Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

    Chu Wanning didn't expect him to take it seriously. He froze for a moment, then turned his face away angrily: "You think it's beautiful. It's not embarrassing for such an old person."

    The ink burned and said with a smile: "Look, in fact, people will always miss things that they can't get. This has nothing to do with age. When I was young, no one told me stories to coax me, I always thought about it,  Think about it, if only there was someone who could coax me. Afterwards, no such person appeared, and I grew up, so I didn¡¯t think about it anymore. But I still miss it in my heart.¡±

    Chu WanNing: ""

    "No one told you stories when you were young, did you?"

    "Um."

    "Haha, so you actually don't know how to tell the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, right?"

    Chu Wanning: " What is there to say about this kind of extravagant speech."

    "If you don't, you won't. Don't talk about any obscene words. When you grow up like this, you will definitely become a very boring person like my master. No one likes to talk to you."

    Chu Wanning said angrily: "If you don't pay attention, don't pay attention, and sleep."

    After speaking, lie down and close your eyes.

    Mo Ran laughed and rolled, rolled around, and rolled to Chu Wanning's side. He looked at the appearance of his junior brother with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were black and long, very cute, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

    "Are you really asleep?"

    "Fell asleep."

    "Haha." Mo Ran laughed, "Then you fall asleep, let me tell you a story."

    "Can you tell stories?"

    "Yes, just like you can talk in your sleep."

    Chu WanNing shut up.

    Mo Ran was lying beside him, the two were pillowed on straw, and their heads were very close to each other.  Mo Ran laughed for a while, seeing that his younger brother ignored him, he gradually stopped laughing so exaggeratedly, but his eyes were still crooked, looking at the roof of the corridor, and the rough smell of rice rose from the tip of his nose from time to time, and his voice was calm and peaceful.

    "The story I told you was made up by myself. I was envious of no one telling me a story before, but I couldn't help it. I just lay in bed every day and told myself a story. The one I told you  , is my favorite, and I named it 'Cow Eating Grass'." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report