Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The blinding white light dissipated.

The surrounding environment has changed.

There were no corpses littering the fields or ghosts as expected. Yanyong City, which looked white from the outside, maintained the appearance it should have.

Thin and endless raindrops drifted in the streets and alleys, and there were occasional puddles on the wet bluestone, reflecting the shop signs with high eaves. Vendors on both sides of the road put up their awnings and sleepily lit the charcoal in their stoves.

The crackling sparks and the ticking water drops interacted with each other, and all kinds of bustle sang in the ears of the two people the troubles of the world.

The rising smoke and gray misty rain add a layer of fireworks to Yanyong City.

The people in the streets and alleys are all normal living people, and they have never had a trace of death.

Xia Qingzhou let out a dry cry: "So what is the market like in the world? Then could the resentment I feel outside be an illusion caused by a broken brain?"

"You are a monk. Under what circumstances can a monk have an illusion?" Yun Ci said in a very calm tone, "Apart from illusions, there are only formations."

"Bah-"

The aroma of wheat becomes more fragrant after being fried in hot oil.

The vendor next to him was rolling out noodles in a hot oil pan. He raised his head and looked at the two people in the middle of the road with a simple smile on his face: "Would you like to try my pancakes? This is the best in Yanyong City. ”

I can't tell if it's the best, because this one seems to be the only one selling pancakes on the whole street.

The vendor boasted about his pancakes, stuffed the minced meat mixed with scallion oil into the pancakes with skillful gestures, and threw them into the oil pan with a flat bottom.

The white pancake was stained with a layer of golden oil. He was still trying to attract customers, but was interrupted by the diner who had already sat down next to him: "It was agreed that each pancake tells a story. Go on, there is still a tail left from yesterday. It’s not finished yet, but it whetted my appetite.”

"Hey, don't be in a hurry," the vendor said with a smile.

"Every piece of cake tells a story?" Xia Qingzhou was intrigued by this and asked, "What stories do you tell?"

"Don't think this stall owner is just a pancake seller." The diner sitting there looked to be in his thirties, twirling his mustache and taking a bite of the meat pie. "His father used to be an official in the Imperial City. I know a lot of interesting things.”

There were three or four people at the stall, and they also smiled and told the two newcomers the stories the stall owner had told them in the past.

There is an erotic affair between a fox and a scholar who goes to Beijing to take the exam, and there is a puppet who looks like a human and can move on his own. In addition to these strange ambitions, there are also stories about the beauty of the concubines in the harem.

"So interesting?" Xia Qingzhou's eyes brightened slightly, "Then what were you talking about yesterday?"

"It's about the county magistrate of a city who suddenly discovered that his childhood sweetheart's virtuous wife was actually a painted-skinned demon!"

The diner who spoke first answered, "It rained heavily yesterday, and I only heard that the county magistrate saw the scene of Mei Jiao Niang shedding her skin through the window. Please continue to tell me, what happened to the magistrate after that? Was he scared to death?" "

The second half of the sentence was said to the vendor rolling out the noodles.

The hawker is a bit young, with round cheeks, not handsome, but he is very good at business.

Seeing that the man between the two people in front of him was interested in the matter, he said: "Yesterday's story hasn't been finished yet. You two might as well sit down and listen. It happens that the rain hasn't stopped yet. If you think what I said is good, buy some cakes. Continue listening to today’s story.”

People who do business are different, and they have different ways of talking.

Xia Qingzhou was coaxed to be tempted. Anyway, the weirdness of Yanyong City hadn't appeared yet, so he could listen to a story to keep his spirits up.

His eyes were bright and he turned to look at Yun Ci expectantly.

Yun Ci was stunned by this look. This young man seemed to have returned to the cool and unrestrained appearance he had when he first met him.

Everyone has their own secrets. What the secret is actually has nothing to do with her. After all, the two of them are not familiar with each other.

But she couldn't tell whether the boy's appearance was a coincidence.

I heard his identity from his mouth.

The two people who were complete strangers after entering the city could have parted ways.

But he seemed to have noticed Yun Ci's intention to keep an eye on him, so he gave Yun Ci enough face, pretending not to notice her suspicion, not mentioning leaving, and asking Yun Ci's opinion before deciding on something.

Yun Ci didn't respond while thinking, so Xia Qingzhou took it as her acquiescence. I excitedly found a place to sit down.

Yun Ci turned around and sat next to him.

When the hawker saw business coming to his door, he rolled out the dough faster, cleared his throat and continued to tell the story of the Painted Skin Demon:

"Yesterday we talked about the county magistrate who became suspicious after hearing what his concubine said. When he left the office, he found an excuse to go home. He happened to see his wife applying makeup in the mirror, and she actually dug her nails into the back of her head. Peel off your own skin bit by bit..."

The county magistrate was horrified after seeing his wife skinning her skin for painting. After escaping the mansion, he felt that he could not let go of the beautiful memories of his childhood, so he fell into a river and drowned in despair.

The glory of the past disappeared with the death of the body, and all the servants and concubines took up Xinruan and ran away. Only the skin demon took the corpse of the county magistrate and used up his cultivation to enter the underworld.

The county magistrate who came back from the dead saw clearly what he loved in his heart, and finally got a happy ending.

Xia Qingzhou took a sip of water from the porcelain bowl. When the guests were sighing, he whispered to Yun Ci beside him: "I don't think this story is finished."

The voice has some spiritual power added to it, so other people can't hear it.

Yun Ci watched Xia Qingzhou raise his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "How do you know the final ending of this story?"

"How can the painted-skin demon keep its skin fresh when it loses its cultivation." Xia Qingzhou shook his head, "Men know men best. If you lose your beauty, the ending will definitely be that the man has his own desires and the banshee kills the lover."

Sure enough, someone in the group of listeners also asked: "The person next to the pillow is a painted-skin demon. Does he really not care?"

"Then the county magistrate has already entered the underworld once, maybe he no longer cares about the skin?" someone retorted.

Holding different opinions, the two people who spoke discussed it for a long time to no avail.

The vendor smiled and placed the drained and crispy meatloaf on the table: "It's just Du Zuan's story, it can't be taken seriously. But today, let's just talk about things around us."

The pancake was still quite warm. Xia Qingzhou breathed and changed his hands again and again, and finally took a bite.

After chewing twice, he put the cake down.

People who live without grains have little appetite, so Yun Ci didn't ask any more questions.

The pancake stall has a gimmick where each pancake tells a story, and the customers have already arrived.

The hawker was free and sat down in front of the stall: "Everyone knows that the Salt River in our city was formed overnight. But few people know the reason why it appeared."

"Isn't it a gift from an immortal?"

"Silly, we have never even seen a monk, how could there be an immortal here?"

"..."

After everyone finished discussing, the vendor continued: "It is indeed a gift from the immortal. But the origin must start with the late Gao Chengyuan, Gao Zhixian and his wife."

"It is said that the family in Kochi Prefecture went to the fifth grade and studied hard for several years before finally getting an official position in the court. On the day when the results were released, the princess took a fancy to her. Princess Shang was a shortcut to success. Who would have expected that the high priest actually resigned and refused. It was said that it was true. I have already cared about her and don't want to let down the affection I have accumulated over the years.

"The Holy One admired his love and righteousness, but it was his own daughter who rejected him, so he demoted him to be an official here.

"The one who came with him was Lady Ming, who had added fragrance to his red sleeves while he was studying.

"That lady is as good-looking as a fish and a goose, and she is also extremely smart. Gaolangjun opened a mountain road and built a ferry, while lady Ja taught the people how to take care of the grain seeds she brought. The two of them worked together to make the people in the city live a better life. Good day.”

Someone in the audience sighed: "Have these two people done so many good things?"

"It's true. Kochi County and Madame Gao have been dead for many years, and they were covered up by the strange events in the Salt River. Many people don't know their names." The vendor continued, "Later, in order to thank them, people in the city specially held a ceremony for them. A wedding. Eight palanquins carried Mrs. Gao up the city wall, and Gaozhi County and Mrs. Gao made a promise to the sky. "

The hawker stretched his neck to attract the listeners to look towards the city wall.

The clouds above the city wall cleared and the mist dispersed, revealing a golden-white sun: "There, Kochi County and Lady Gao swore an oath to heaven and earth."

"A pair of people will never change their hearts, no matter whether the other person is always ugly or ugly in the future.

"This oath was so sincere that even the immortals were moved. They lowered an inexhaustible river of salt and changed the words on the plaque on the city gate. This is why Yanyong City came to be."

After the story was told, the audience sighed:

"We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about our love for each other. My predecessors have not deceived me! There really is such love between husband and wife in this world."

"What you said is wrong." Someone retorted, "The last few sentences of this word are not good words. How can they be used to describe the love between Kochi County and Lady Gao that even the gods would envy."

"Ah...is that so?"

Then someone else asked: "Never change your heart, so what does the word salt mean?"

"Salt that looks like no salt," the vendor laughed, "Yanyong Castle that promises eternity."

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Princess Shang: In ancient times, we could not say 'marry' a princess because of her inferior status, but the meaning was the same.

Seemingly without salt: describes a person as ugly

'We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other. '——The first sentence of "Leaving a Farewell Wife" by Su Wu

The next sentence is "Happiness is only on this evening, and good times are good": happiness is only tonight, and two lovers should take advantage of this beautiful moment.