Cangzhou monster story

Cangzhou City has entered autumn, and it rained several times in succession.The weather became cooler day by day.

Everyone drank and chatted in the tavern, talking about Wanhualou.Can't help but shake his head.

"I think Wanhualou is about to collapse, and Wanyan walked ahead. Now even Cuiwei is gone."

"That's not it, look at the old bustard who is worried. He solicits customers at the door every day."

"What's there to worry about? Isn't there a girl dancing upstairs every day to attract some literary talents?"

"It's a pity, now all the talented scholars in the city are eager to come to the Floating Dream Tavern to compete with Miss A Ling."

This matter has to start three days ago.

Three days ago, Boss Meng set up a Linglong game in the tavern, anyone can play against A Ling.As long as he can win, he can agree to a request.

Having said that, anyone who has seen A Ling playing chess with Chi Xingzi knows that A Ling looks like a girl.But chess skills are not low.Therefore, few people dare to challenge rashly.

On the contrary, those scholars who have always claimed to be elegant people, who are only willing to sing the wind and enjoy the moon in the Jingyue Tower, came here again and again.

Right now, the half-destroyed chess game is still in the yard, so let's break the broken game first.Only then can he play against A Ling.

"In my opinion, no one in Cangzhou City can beat A Ling." Someone shook his head and said, "It's not like he didn't know that Chi Xingzi took A Ling as his apprentice before."

"That's right, I heard that I often live in the tavern and teach myself."

"Boss Meng made a wish, which is something ordinary people can easily get."

There was a lot of activity in front of the tavern.In the backyard, there are also people coming and going.

Those who came to challenge lined up, going up one after another, trying to solve the mess.

Xiao Jing was free today, so he sat on the porch and looked at one after another people who came to solve the chess game. He smiled and bumped his elbow to A Ling beside him, "Look, these people are not as good as you."

A Ling stood up and swept the dust off her dress, "I don't want to bother with them. Just watch. I'll go ahead and watch."

Xiaojing nodded, "Go."

A Ling entered the front hall, looked around but didn't see her boss.Somewhat strange, "Where did you go?"

At this time, Boss Meng and Dr. Zhang were in the wine cellar.

It is said to be a wine cellar, but it is actually more of a dream bead.Dreams filled with various colors hang over the head one by one.Give off a faint light.

Doctor Zhang touched a bead hanging down with his curious fingertips, "So many, are they all other people's dreams?"

"Yeah, look, there are sweet dreams and bad dreams." Boss Meng pointed to the beads that emitted different colors of light.

"You have collected so many dreams, just to make wine?" Doctor Zhang asked.

"Yes, and no." Boss Meng numbered the newly received dreams and hung them up.

Under the faint light from all kinds of dreams, his brows were covered with a layer of soft light, "I want to collect all the dreams of 1 people, and then practice them into a dream map of floating life and drunken dreams."

"What is that?" Miracle doctor Zhang had never heard of this word.

"It is said to be a kind of magical skill." Boss Meng said, "But it is not considered martial arts. It is actually an ability that can understand everything about the past and the future."

"Do you want to see your future?" Doctor Zhang asked.

"No, I want to look at the past." Boss Meng lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I want to know. Who killed Master?"

"Didn't your master tell you not to investigate?" Doctor Zhang clearly remembered that when Boss Meng told this story, he meant that the master did not allow investigation.

"Master raised me and taught me. If you can't avenge him, why should I repay him?" Boss Meng's always lazy brow showed a bit of persistence.

Doctor Zhang lowered his eyes and remained silent. He knew that the person in front of him seemed easy-going, but in fact he was always persistent in what he decided.

"But for so many years, no soul inducer has ever been able to spell out this picture. I don't know if it will be successful."

"A dream of 1 people? How many do you have now?"

"More than 9000." Boss Meng's tone was somewhat relieved, "Soon, it will be successful."

This is his long-standing obsession.Even after experiencing everyone's departure, he never wavered.Senior brother advised him more than once not to be so persistent.

But obsession is obsession.If you give up so easily, what kind of obsession can it be called?

On the fourth day, there was still no one who could solve the Linglong game and compete with A Ling.

While eating, Xiao Jing bit the chicken leg and said triumphantly: "I think it's fine, there will never be a person who can compete with Miss A Ling in Cangzhou City."

"I didn't expect you to think highly of A-Ling so much." Boss Meng smiled and glanced at Xiaojing who was talking eloquently.

Xiao Jing immediately stopped talking and said, "Except for you."

Boss Meng's words were very useful, and he picked up another chicken leg and put it in a small bowl, "Eat more."

Xiao Jing was flattered, and nodded quickly, "Thank you, thank you."

"I think this chess game can be closed." A Ling said, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Then how can it be?" Boss Meng said righteously, "Didn't you see that my tavern has been booming recently?"

A Ling held her breath in her chest and rolled her eyes.

After dinner, we went back to the attic of the tavern to talk and chat.

A Ling lit the soul-inducing incense.Then he nestled on the couch, "I froze to death. I heard that the village on the mountain is noisy again."

"What's the fuss?" Boss Meng asked.

"Something is causing trouble."

"That's just right, we're here for business." Boss Meng laughed, as if the money had already been pocketed.

"But I heard that that thing is very powerful, and even many alchemists couldn't suppress it."

"That's because they don't have the skills." Boss Meng always looked down on alchemists who cheated people of money, and lost a few words.

"You can do it, why don't you go."

"Meng, he only does door-to-door business." Boss Meng said proudly.

After talking for a while, A Ling only felt that her eyelids were heavy.Unknowingly, he fell down on the couch and fell asleep.

Boss Meng warmed the jug, and sat on the couch to drink slowly, as if he was waiting for someone.

The night gradually darkens.In the silence of everything, there is only the whimpering of the wind, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Boss Meng was leaning on the couch, holding a volume of books in his hand, reading carefully.

Suddenly, the silver bell under the eaves started to move.The curtain was lifted.

Xiao Bai stepped in and bowed to Boss Meng, "Brother Meng."

"Xiaobai, long time no see." Boss Meng greeted him with a smile.

Xiao Hei followed behind Xiao Bai, and nodded to Boss Meng without saying a word.

"What's the matter?" Boss Meng asked before they could sit still.

"You are too anxious, I haven't had a sip of the wine yet." Xiao Bai said dissatisfiedly, and took a sip from the wine glass.

"Worried? This matter has dragged on for almost four years." Boss Meng said mercilessly.

"Cough, cough, cough." Hearing his words, Xiao Bai choked on the wine in his mouth and coughed repeatedly.

Xiao Hei glared at Boss Meng, and reached out to pat him on the back.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"almost."