The surging Nielong River flows endlessly day and night from Xujia Village, Guang'an Prefecture, to the east and into the sea. There are dozens of purple maple trees lined up along the riverside, their leaves burning like fire.

It was August, and the weeds in front of and behind the village had just begun to turn yellow, and under the ray of setting sun, they became even more desolate.

Under a mottled old sycamore tree, a group of villagers, men, women, and a dozen children gathered around a scholar, listening to him attentively.

The scholar was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a straight nose and handsome eyes. His face was sallow, as if he was sick. He was wearing a starched linen garment that turned white. When the wind blew, the linen garment clung tightly to his body. He was not weak in physique.

I saw him touching the two pieces of yellow pear wood in his hand, making a continuous sound, raising his lips and stretching his throat, and his voice was clear.

"But it is said that the fragrant soul of the fox fairy dispersed in the wind, and Zhang Sheng, who was named on the gold medal, was separated from the yin and yang, and became an eternal regret. Zhang Sheng was so sad that he could not cut it off. Thinking of his kindness, he gave up his ambition and resigned.

Go back to seclusion, live in a cottage by the fox hill, learn about life and death, and end the rest of your life... As the saying goes, there was a time when the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds. I took a flower bush and looked back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

After finishing the song, the whole audience was silent.

Just now, the scholar was telling a story about a fox fairy and a scholar. One person and one monster fell in love with each other, and in the end, they were separated forever.

Finally, it ended with the lyrics of this song that fit the occasion. The story was already very touching, but as soon as the lyrics came out, everyone in the audience burst into tears.

Even the child who didn't know love was stunned when he heard this.

The pear board sounded twice again, and the scholar stood up, holding a broken wooden bowl, and walked towards the full audience one by one.

After a while, the bowl was filled with copper coins, and a few silver coins were faintly exposed in the pile of copper coins.

The land in Guang'an Prefecture is rich in treasures, and the people are prosperous. Even though they are rural villagers, they are not shy about their money.

The scholar's story is a rare and wonderful entertainment in the countryside. When your mind is shaken by the story, you will naturally have admiration and gratitude for the scholar, and you will be generous when you take action.

After packing up the proceeds, the scholars bowed to each other, decided on the place where the next forum would be held, and then went on their own.

This scholar comes from the nearby Xujia Village, his name is Xu Yi, and he is eighteen years old this year. In the early days, he was not well-known, but in the past two years, he has become famous all over the country with his good stories.

Xu Yi walked quickly, almost noon, and arrived at the entrance of Xujiacun.

Under the golden sunshine, the lush Huiyin Mountain is like a huge dragon's spine, stretching into the distance. At the lowest point of the dragon's spine, seventy or eighty crooked wooden houses are scattered at the foot of the mountain like chess pieces, stretching for ten miles.

Xu Yi's small wooden house was at the very corner at the foot of the mountain. Due to the passage of time, the wooden house was not only old, but also a little tilted.

Although the wooden house is dilapidated, it is my hometown!

See it and feel at ease.

"Woof woof!"

Xu Yi was still a hundred feet away from the wooden house. An old yellow dog barked and ran over happily from a distance. When it got closer, it put its two front paws directly on Xu Yi's shoulders.

This old yellow dog has been in the Xu family for nearly twenty years and has become a member of the Xu family. Xu Yi's parents are dead and he has no brothers and sisters. To a certain extent, the old yellow dog is also his only family member.

Every day, whenever he returns from a long journey, the old yellow dog will come to greet him from afar.

Xu Yi patted the wrinkled dog's head, feeling warm in his heart.

One person and one dog were walking slowly on the mountain road. The mountain road was tight and narrow, full of thorns, and only allowed one person to pass. Every time he tried to get out of the way, the old yellow dog swiped him with his tail and drove him to the narrow path.

Walking through the thorns on one side, it is like a kind elder caring for the younger generation!

Arriving at home, it was already past noon. After a busy morning, Xu Yi was already burning in his stomach. He quickly picked out several six or seven kilograms of marinated scarlet meat from the broken vat in the corner, turned around and opened the wooden house.

In the low shed on the side, there is an earthen stove with two black pots on the front and back. The fire is lit, the meat is placed in the front pot, and the rice is placed in the back pot.

After closing the pot lid, Xu Yi went back to the room, took out a copy of "Nanhua Collection", and sat down in front of the stove, stroking the soft skin on the old yellow dog's neck and reading quietly.

The lush green mountains and gentle mountain breeze made Xu Yi feel at peace.

Within about a moment of burning the incense, the aroma of meat and rice slipped out from the gap in the pot lid, carrying the curls of cooking smoke and drifting into the distance.

Xu Yi put down his book and was about to stand up and lift the lid of the pot when his eyelids twitched and he suddenly pounced on the old yellow dog and pushed him to the ground.

As soon as he fell, there was a loud bang. The stove collapsed suddenly, as if it had been hit by a cannonball, with earth and rocks flying and smoke and dust billowing.

Then a rough voice was heard shouting, "A thirty kilogram grinding stone was thrown thirty feet away and hit with one strike. The young master really has divine power. It seems that he is not far away from breaking through to the late stage of body forging."

Xu Yi got up and looked around, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he grabbed the old yellow dog and threw it into the house, closed the door with his backhand, and stood firmly in the pavilion.

"It smells so good! Hehe, people say that you, Xu Yimin, have grown hair recently. It seems that what they say is true. You drink and eat meat every day, and you outshine me. It's really enviable."

The speaker was a young man in rich clothes, followed by two burly men, one with a beard, even mighty, and the other with a body like an iron tower, an eagle nose and deep eyes. Just by looking at their appearance, you can tell that they are both brave men.

"Master Zhou is joking. I am just relying on my words to make up some nonsense and make a living. How can I dare to compare with the nobles?"

Xu Yi said calmly.

"Compared to our young master? You are worthy!"

The bearded man strode forward, stopped half a step in front of Xu Yi, reached out and patted half of his cheek gently, and said with a sneer, "Boy, you must know the purpose of our visit, there is no need for our young master to talk nonsense.

, get it done quickly!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, the land deed has been submitted and the Yamen is reviewing it. Let's do this. I'll be waiting here at this time tomorrow and you can send someone to pick it up!"

Xu Yi remained stern.

Mr. Zhou laughed and said, "You know what I'm doing! Tomorrow I will go hunting in Huiyin Mountain. You guys can wait at the roadside. I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise you know the consequences. By the way, I heard that you have also been practicing recently.

If you practice boxing and kicking, you will definitely achieve something, why not show signs with my subordinate so that you can give him some guidance!"

Without waiting for Xu Yi's reply, the bearded man laughed, grabbed Xu Yi's collar, and lifted him up, "Yes, I have to ask you to teach your grandpa a good lesson!"

Before he could shout, a hammer-like fist hit Xu Yi's shoulder. With a muffled bang, Xu Yi flew more than three feet like a kite with its strings broken before landing. His face was as golden as paper, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, sir, is he the only one? He's like an ant, but he's worthy of practicing martial arts! I'll kill him with just one finger!"

The bearded man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Mr. Zhou glanced at Xu Yi contemptuously, turned around and walked away. His voice drifted from far away, "With descendants like you who are like donkey dung, Mr. Ming De is alive in heaven. He is so afraid that he crawls out of his grave in anger."
Chapter completed!