Pu Songling smiled proudly and said slowly: "Although Pu is not talented, he is also the first in the county, government, and Tao. As a disciple of the doctorate, although he failed to reach the first place in the following decades, I, Liu
But Master Quan is not an unknown person."
The old man directly used his name as if he was very proud of it, "The biggest achievement in my life is this book in my hand. If you want to exchange information with me, then your story must be included in this book."
It's fine if you have the right talent, but it won't work if you just make it up, you know."
As he spoke, the old man shook the thick book in his hand proudly, as if he was showing off his most powerful thing.
My face couldn't help but become a little solemn. His request seemed simple, but I knew that it was not that easy to satisfy it. The request itself was very high. After all, when it comes to telling stories, this old man
But as a professional, he has devoted his whole life to this matter. It can be said that Qiongqi has been doing this thing all his life. It is not easy to meet his conditions. Ordinary stories may not be able to catch his eye at all, let alone
What's more, he is both an actor and a referee, which is an unfair thing in itself. Who knows which way his scales will tilt?
Naturally, the people around him heard the unfairness in these words, and Huzi's face suddenly turned red.
"Humph, isn't this old man obviously trying to trick people? How can there be such a truth in the world?"
Pu Songling chuckled, "Not convinced?"
Tiger glared angrily.
"Bah, old man, you are obviously playing dirty tricks." Zhao Wuji somehow managed to break free of the sealing technique and was able to speak again.
"Oh, you are quite capable!" Pu Songling was slightly surprised.
"Grandpa, I have a lot of abilities." Zhao Wuji chuckled.
"Huh, that's extremely vulgar, so I'll ban you again."
Then, Zhao Wuji's mouth was sealed again, making him groan and scream in anxiety, but he couldn't even do anything.
"Old man, don't go too far. Believe it or not, we will fight with you." Huzi gritted his teeth, his face gloomy to the extreme.
Pu Songling glanced at us disapprovingly, "If you have the ability, come out first and talk later."
These words instantly angered Huzi. He raised his fist and smashed it hard against the barrier. Amidst the loud banging sound, he could not shake it at all. Even Qingyi was like this. He couldn't get out of the trap for a while.
"Boy, how are you thinking? Don't be anxious, think slowly, I have plenty of time." Pu Songling looked like he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.
I took a deep breath and stared closely at the booklet in Pu Songling's hand. Suddenly my heart moved. I quickly took a step forward and clasped my fists and said: "I understand what you mean, sir. As long as the story I tell you, you can
I think it’s good. If you can include it in this book, it means you have met the conditions, right?”
"exactly!"
I nodded, "Sir, can you keep your word?"
Pu Songling suddenly became a little unhappy, "I have been familiar with the books of sages since I was a child. A gentleman convinces others. How can there be any reason to go back on his word?"
My eyes brightened, and I asked: "In that case, do you have any other conditions, sir? I don't mean anything else. I just have too many stories, and I'm afraid that you don't have enough exchangeable information."
Pu Songling's eyes widened, "Is that really true? How can you have so many stories?"
"That's natural, so I'm worried about your husband cheating for a while. If you have other additional conditions, please tell me clearly now, so that you don't have to wait for your husband to regret it later, which may hurt his face. For example, make it more difficult..."
"Huh, my old man always sticks to his word and will never go back on his words!" Pu Songling's face became even more unhappy.
Seeing him like this, I knew that my provocation was successful, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"In that case, please listen carefully, sir, I'm going to start telling a story."
Pu Songling hummed, gently stroked his goatee, and sat upright.
"Master, can you do it?" Huzi asked.
Taoist priests Qing Yi and Ziyun also cast worried glances.
"Jiuyang, if we work together, we can break this spell." Qing Yi whispered.
I smiled, knowing that what Qing Yi said was true. If the few of us use our full strength, we can indeed break through Pu Songling's trap here. If this is the case, we will definitely face a fight next, but it will be against us.
We are at a disadvantage. Instead of being thankless with our efforts, it is better to write to the old sour scholar in front of me. Anyway, I have found the bug in his words and have already bet on his retreat. This can save some effort and
It is best to get the information we want from him and fully maximize our interests. This is the most suitable for our current situation.
After appeasing Huzi and the others, I took a step forward, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started my first story.
This story of mine can be said to be quite exciting. It tells the story of a ferocious-looking evil spirit who uses conspiracy and evil to harm people in the world... This evil spirit is extremely vicious. She wears people painted with colored pens.
She pretended to be a lovely beauty and used various deceptive methods to achieve the purpose of tearing people's stomachs and tearing out their hearts. Later, the evil ghost was seen through by a Taoist priest, and under the blows of the wooden sword, he was finally forced to
He took off his "painted skin" and revealed his true colors, but was killed with a sword.
When I started telling this story, Pu Songling didn't take it seriously at first, as if he thought I couldn't tell a particularly outstanding story. But as he listened, he was attracted by the story, and then gradually got better at it.
, and heard the wonderful things in this story.
But as the story progressed, when the Painted Skin Ghost came out, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and then he began to change little by little.
Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and while listening to the story, he began to flip through the book in his hand crazily. In just a moment, he had already reached a certain place in the book, stopped, and compared it with each other.
Gradually, his expression became extremely weird, and after a while, he became ugly again.
But I didn't give him time to speak, so I sped up the story and finished telling the story of the Painted Skin Ghost in just a few minutes.
Finally, I looked at Pu Songling, who had an ugly face, with a smile.
Behind him, Huzi, Qingyi, and Taoist Priest Ziyun all showed weird smiles.
The reason is very simple, because the story I am telling is the well-known "Painted Skin". The source of the story itself comes from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and the original author of this book is the very same Pu Songling.
My story is the story in the booklet in his hand.
Use its spear to attack its shield. This is my plan.
He couldn't admit it even if he wanted to, which is why I deliberately tried to provoke him over and over again before, letting him step into the trap of my words step by step.
"Excuse me sir, what do you think of this story?"
Pu Songling's face looked extremely ugly at this moment.
He closed the book in his hand with a snap, his eyes filled with surprise and anger.
"Why is your story exactly the same as the one in my book?"
I spread my hands and said, "Ah, is it such a coincidence? How come they are exactly the same? So I won this round?"
Pu Songling stared at me closely, with a gloomy face and did not speak.
I quickly pretended to be nervous, "Old sir, since I won this round, can we fulfill our promise?"
Pu Songling let out a depressed breath, but still nodded.
"Tell me, what are your conditions?"
"Save me, save me, Zhang Xiaozi, save me quickly!"
It was Zhao Wuji who spoke again, and the old man once again broke free from Pu Songling's sealing technique.
Pu Songling glanced at him, snorted coldly, and released the spell on him.
Zhao Wu was extremely happy. As soon as he sat up from the ground, I couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, why did you let him go? I didn't ask you to let him go!"
"Fuck!"
Zhao Wuji instinctively spoke, then his glasses widened and he looked at me in confusion.
"Boy Zhang, you, you, you don't follow martial ethics!"