The first Qi Ling is a beauty [Rebirth]

Ning Yin smiled embarrassingly, pulled back her sleeves, and filled another glass for herself.He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He almost choked himself because he drank too fast, and couldn't help coughing twice.

"Senior Ning, please drink slowly." Ji Jiang hurriedly comforted him, "What's wrong with you? Is it the storyteller..."

"Nothing." Ning Yin immediately cut off Ji Jiang's words, "Listen to the book."

In that room, the storyteller came slowly on the stage, attracting the attention of all the guests, the only sound left in the whole restaurant was the storyteller's voice.

"When we talk about the story of the cold city, we have to start with a little carp spirit. This little demon is named A Ding, and because he was curious about the prosperity of the world, he sneaked into the mortal world. Because there is no silver to look around, he hit him by mistake. A servant from the Cheng residence."

The storyteller took a sip of tea, waved his folding fan and continued, "The head of Cheng's family is named Cheng Han, he is a gentle and beautiful Mr. Pianpian, who knows everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, the various shops in Cheng’s mansion are still well-organized. Our little Ading, when he saw this Mr. Cheng, he never forgot, and was always curious about what this mortal was doing, so he looked for him day and night. I have a chance to meet this Mr. Cheng."

Ning Yin didn't want to look directly at the stage, and drank his head down. After a while, half of the wine in the flagon was gone.

Unexpectedly, the storybook spread so quickly, and it took only a few days for it to spread from Jiangtang Town to Yunhua City thousands of miles away.He didn't feel anything when he wrote it, but when he heard others talk about it in person, his mood was extremely complicated.

He picked up the wine glass and found that there was no more wine in it. He was about to refill it when Ji Jiang took the wine pot away first.

"Drinking alcohol hurts your health, don't be greedy." Ji Jiang took the jug away, "Does Senior Ning have something on his mind?"

Ning Yin withdrew her hand and said weakly, "No."

The storyteller on the stage talked more and more energetically, so he didn't sit behind the case, but directly stood in front of the stage, "After staying in the mansion for a long time, little A-Ding became more and more interested in Cheng Han. And Mr. Cheng noticed that A Ding felt that this handsome young man was clever and well-behaved, and he was a good seed that could be cultivated, so he immediately promoted him to be a book boy in front of him. In this way, the two got along day and night, and Cheng Han would teach A Ding to read, write and read in his spare time. Ledger. A-Ding gradually integrated into the lives of mortals, and his admiration for Cheng Han gradually became stronger. Before he knew it, the love secretly arose."

Ji Jiang was confused when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "Ah Ding is a man? Is this joke a script? Senior Ning, what is a script?"

Ning Yin coughed lightly, deliberately avoiding Ji Jiang's sight, "It's just some idle books, you don't need to pay attention."

The storyteller turned to drink tea, and the guests in the audience urged him to speak quickly.The storyteller seemed to be used to such scenes, he didn't feel flustered, and he still took his time, doing what he should do.

He waited until the Guanzi had passed enough, and then said, "Don't worry, come here soon. It is said that Cheng Han treated little A-Ding with a master-servant friendship, took care of him everywhere, and taught him carefully. In the eyes of others, he seemed to have regarded him as a younger brother." Come to spoil me. One day, Cheng Han’s cousin Yu An came to the door and wanted Cheng Han to do unscrupulous business, but was sternly rejected. Thoughts, he was frightened away by little A-Ding's spell. But Yu An invited the old Taoist priests to do the magic. Adin saved a disaster."

Ning Yin raised his eyes, and saw the storyteller pacing back and forth on the stage, his gaze seemed to pass through the stage, past everyone, and gradually drift away.

While he has reworked the story, the details remain.All of a sudden, the past came back to the front.

That person was really nice, so good that he only dared to stand by his side silently, willing to be an ordinary little book boy.

"What happened later? Does Mr. Cheng know what A-Ding wants?"

"How did it end? Are they together?"

The guests in the audience couldn't help asking questions, and the storyteller suddenly smiled, but the smile was a little sad, "Later, A-Ding was unable to maintain his life after going through a demon robbery, so he had to leave temporarily. He made an agreement with Cheng Han , When he comes back, he wants to tell Cheng Han a secret. To experience the demon catastrophe, one needs to endure the piercing pain, which is equivalent to peeling off layers of skin. A-Ding has been away for several months, and when he rushes back to Cheng's mansion excitedly , but was told that Cheng Han had contracted the disease in the past few months and had passed away long ago. Little A-Ding was disheartened, and since then she hid in the demon world and never set foot in the mortal world again."

Hearing the ending, everyone sighed, and even covered their faces and wiped away tears.It wasn't until the storyteller continued to introduce the source of the story that the atmosphere gradually moved away from the sadness.

"The Story of the Cold City was originally written as Mr. Unknown. If you haven't heard enough and want to read the original work carefully, you can go to major bookstores to read it. This is the end of today's short story, and we will open another book next time. "

The storyteller packed up his things and left the stage, leaving the guests with endless aftertaste.After a while, silk and bamboo wind music played in the building, and chatter and laughter were endless.

Ning Yin withdrew her thoughts, seeing the people around her again seemed to have lost her soul.

"Hey, brat, why are you in a daze?"

Ji Jiang couldn't help sighing, "Senior Ning, so this is the storybook."

Ning Yin coughed unnaturally, "Ah, yes, what's wrong?"

"The little demon named A Ding must be very sad. The demon can live for tens of millions of years. I don't know how he will forget those days in the future."

Ning Yin lowered his head and smiled wryly, "Forget what should be forgotten, bear with it if you can't forget, it's no big deal."

"Senior Ning, let's also buy two volumes of story books to read."

Ning Yin was suddenly taken aback, "What, what?"

Ji Jiang was still in the aftertaste, his eyes drifted away, "It turns out that men can also be so unforgettable."

Ning Yin suddenly lowered his face, and deliberately said seriously, "Have you fully understood Qingjiang Jue?"

"Ah?" Ji Jiang was caught off guard by the question, and it took him a long time to react, "I have been practicing and never stopped."

"Practice does not mean enlightenment. You have to read more and practice more to get to the next level." When Ning Yin said this, her eyes dodged, pretending to be confident, "Don't be lazy and read idle books."

Ji Jiang pursed his lips, "Yes, I wrote it down."

The two came out from the private room and bumped into a luxuriously dressed young man. Seeing that he had bumped into someone, the young man hurriedly bowed his head and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm really sorry, brother..." The little boy raised his eyes inadvertently, and then he was stunned.

Seeing this, Ji Jiang stood sideways between the two, "Is there anything else?"

The young master opened his mouth and said after a long time, "You, you are Mr. Ning? It's really you, I, I'm so happy to meet you here."

Ning Yin sized him up and made sure he had never seen him before, "Do you recognize me?"

The young master immediately clasped his fists and bowed solemnly, "I come from Jiangtang Town. I used to take a quick glance outside the inn, and I often miss it. I heard that the young master has excellent painting skills, and I have always wanted to visit, but I was always not in the queue. "

When Ning Yin heard the words, she knew in her heart that it turned out to be the person who appreciates the painting.

"Young master has come all the way to Yunhua, do you have business here?"

The young master smiled shyly, "To be honest, doing business is one aspect, and the second is to gain experience. I heard that Yunhua City will elect a new city lord recently, and there will be excitement to watch."

Ning Yin's eyes flashed, and she whispered behind Ji Jiang's ear, "It should be someone who can inquire about news."

The three of them returned to the private room, Ning Yin asked Xiaoer to add a new pot of wine, and smiled kindly when looking at the young master.

"Can you tell me in detail about the bustle you mentioned?"

Seeing his smile, the young master trembled nervously holding the wine glass in his hand, and when he heard Ning Yin's question, he almost knew everything he said.

"I heard that there are three great families in Yunhua City, and each city lord is from one of the three families. Unfortunately, the previous city lord died of a serious illness, and his son was too young to be in charge. Now there is no leader in the city, and the people are calling for the election of a new city lord. It is said that There have been two group arena matches, and the most popular ones are the eldest son of the Shi family and the second son of the Qi family. In this last competition, it is heard that the treasure map will be given out. Whoever finds the secret treasure first can succeed the city lord. "

Ning Yin personally poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him, "I don't know what that treasure is?"

The young master had not yet drunk, but his face was already flushed, and he hurriedly lowered his head, "Thank you, Mr. Ning! I heard from my business friends that the treasure is a magic weapon handed down from ancient times. It cuts iron like mud. It is called Yunfeng Ji .”

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Ji Jiang: I want to read the script.

Ning Yin: No, that's not what you should see.

Ji Jiang: Why can't I read it, I even read the secret books of spiritual practice.

Ning Yin raised his eyebrows and said: What did you say?

Ji Jiang shook his head like a rattle: Nothing! (Why did I accidentally tell the truth...)

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