"Liang Zhu, transform into a butterfly? What a strange name, say it quickly..."

Shui Xue was obviously attracted by interest and hurriedly urged Tang Gu to speak quickly. Tang Gu smiled slightly, and did not pretentiously, and said it in a concise manner.

"Legend... There was a woman named Zhu Yingtai in ancient times, with a nickname of "Jiu Niang". She was born with a wealthy family and had no brothers. She was both talented and beautiful.

Her parents wanted to choose a spouse for her, but she refused and said that her daughter should go out to study and find a real wise man. So she changed to dress up as a man, called herself a 'nine officials', and traveled around the world..."

The moonlight is like water, the silver light is cold, under the night, a man and a woman sit side by side, Tang Gu tells the story. From begging for his father to study, becoming sworn brothers and sisters to studying together, fighting against marriage on the street, and then to the final climax, they both turned into butterflies and a song of blessings.

Tang Gu used another world, the beautiful, sad and touching love story that had been passed down for thousands of years, instantly penetrated into Shuixue's heart.

This story is even more exciting than the three stories told in "Floating Column Corner" before, the Peony Pavilion, the West Chamber, and the Legend of the White Snake.

At some point, tears had flowed out of Shui Xue's cheeks, wetting her snow-white veil.

After listening quietly, she looked at Tang Gu and murmured: "I came to you speechlessly and shared a cup of water with you. There is a strong meaning in the clearness, which flows out of my heart. Regardless of the injustice or fate, don't talk about the butterfly dream, you will return this life, this life and the past life, both of which have flown for thousands of lives..."

Tang Gu originally wanted to persuade Shui Xue, but he did not expect that he underestimated the power of these stories in that time and space.

Even in that time and space, this story is a masterpiece of eternal songs and has been passed down for thousands of years, not to mention that it is in this time and space.

Shui Xue, who has never heard of these stories, just coincides with Shui Xue’s current situation. How can she not empathize?

He talked for more than half an hour, and Shui Xue also listened for more than half an hour. But even after speaking for a long time, Shui Xue still did not come back to her senses, and was still immersed in the sadness of the last Liang Zhu turning into a butterfly in Tang Gu's mouth.

Tang Gu didn't know how to comfort her, and he didn't understand it. It was just a story. As for this? In the end, he could only find nothing to say and wanted to change the topic: "It's a pity that I don't know much about music and can't play this Liang Zhu, otherwise, I can play it for you."

After a long time, Shuixue finally stopped crying. She turned her back and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were a little red. She stood up and bowed to Tang Gu solemnly: "No, I have no regrets in this life to be able to hear this story."

After a long time, she murmured: "Brother Tang, thank you for your hard work. Maybe, I know what I should do."

"ah?"

Tang Gu opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say... Even he himself didn't know what he would do if he was in Shuixue's position. After listening to a story, she understood?

Without talking about this topic, Tang Gu smiled and said, "Actually, the stories in my hometown are not only tragedies, but also comedy. Someone has compiled the top ten love stories. I want to find someone more perfect to tell you!"

Shui Xue's eyes suddenly became brighter, staring at him without a moment, and said in surprise: "Also? Brother Tang, is it true? I want to hear it!"

"Um."

Tang Gu frowned and thought carefully.

In another time and space, there are indeed legends of the top ten love stories. Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly, but others include the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the Peacock Flying Southeast, the Phoenix Seeking Phoenix, the Fairy Fitting, Chang'e Flying the Moon, Meng Jiangnu Crying the Great Wall... and so on.

But...comedy...

Tang Gu frowned. These stories were more or less tragic. If you want to say that pure comedy is really impossible to find.

However, if you barely find a story with a better ending than Liang Zhu's transformation into a butterfly at the same time, it should be able to soothe the sadness in her heart.

Finally, he slowly spoke, "Let me do this, let me tell you the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl... Legend has it that a long time ago, a cowherd and an old cow of his life depended on each other..."

"In the end, the Cowherd and his children lived in the sky, across the river of heaven, looking at the Weaver Girl from afar. On the seventh day of autumn every year, we will see the magpies' heads suddenly bald, and countless groups of magpies flew to build bridges for them..."

"On the Magpie Bridge, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are reunited! The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd are facing each other affectionately, hugging their children, and there are countless words to say and endless affection to express."

"This day of every year is the seventh day of the Chinese Valentine's Day. People in our hometown call this day 'Qiqiao Festival', also called it 'Qiqi Festival'. Legend has it that if people listen quietly in the vines under the grape trellis, they can faintly hear the sound of fairy music, and the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd are having a deep conversation."

"Later, every day on the seventh day of the seventh month, the girls would come to the moon in front of the flowers, look up at the stars, looking for the Awkward stars and Vega on both sides of the Milky Way, hoping to see their annual meeting.

It is to beg God to make himself as clever as the Weaver Girl, and to pray that he can have a beautiful marriage that is as satisfying as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.”

Time passed by minute by minute, and the stars in the sky shone with light, and seemed to suddenly become particularly bright. Tang Gu said slowly, and Shui Xue listened quietly, but... the beautiful time is always short, and soon, the sky light gradually brightened, and Tang Gu's story was finally finished.

He stood up, stretched his waist, looked at the bottle of Yuelu under the tripod that was almost completely collected, smiled and said, "Miss Water, OK, the collection of Yuelu is completed, and you should go back."

Shui Xue was finally awakened from those beautiful stories by his words. She raised her head and looked at the skylight in the distance, feeling a little reluctant.

"Brother Tang, you said that when I come back next time, you will make another more beautiful lantern for me. Is it true?"

Tang Gu nodded and said, "Of course, when will I deceive you?"

Shui Xue's eyes became very longing: "Okay, then I will definitely come again."

She walked forward, came under the tripod, took off the silver bottle, took off the jade beads on it, took them back into her arms, then stuffed the lid, and slowly walked down the mountain.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back and looked at Tang Gu, smiled sweetly, and said, "Brother Tang, when I come back next time, I hope that I can not only see your newly made lanterns, but also listen to the other eight stories you told."

"ah……"

Tang Gu was almost stunned. Unexpectedly, in order to make her happy, he opened his head twice, and the result seemed to be endless... However, looking at Shui Xue's eyes that were looking at her with great anticipation, it seemed that she could not bear being rejected no matter what.

Helplessly, Tang Gu could only nod in the end: "Okay, I will."

"Um."

Shui Xue smiled and recovered the playfulness and cunning of some girls for the first time. She took her to collect the moon dew all night and walked slowly down the mountain. After a long time, she gradually disappeared.

Tang Gu has been standing on the mountain, watching her far away without looking back. The little marten in his arms was already very sleepy and asleep.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed in a flash.

During this half month, Shui Xue was indeed as she said. Every night, she would come to Yueren Peak to collect Moon Dew, and then Tang Gu would tell her various stories.

At the beginning, Tang Gu told the story very quickly, but slowly, he found that if he was at this speed, at most he would have no more stories to tell in a few days, so he began to deliberately slow down the pace.

Sometimes, one a day, sometimes three a day, and sometimes, one story can’t be finished in three days and three nights.

One by one, in another, the stories that have been passed down for thousands of years and have been prosperous and have flowed out one by one in Tang Gu's mouth, and the only listeners beside him were Shui Xue, a little marten in his arms, and the panjiu in his house.

Mountains, rivers, plants and trees, chirping, insects and birds singing, the sun rises and the moon sets... Time passes slowly in such a long and fulfilling years.

During this half month, Tang Gu's cultivation and beast taming skills also grew, but the revenge of Du Zhongjing, the "Silver Sword" he had been waiting for, has been delayed.

The better-looking lanterns he promised to make by Shuixue, because he had no time to go down the mountain, so he was never fulfilled. Until this day, after Shuixue's uninterrupted urging for fifteen consecutive days, he finally decided to buy a batch of those materials in the next mountain.

He also agreed that by tomorrow evening, he would definitely let Shuixue take a look at it, the kind of lantern that is better, more beautiful, more gorgeous, and more introverted than the revolving lantern.
Chapter completed!