Chapter 162

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Xue Meng's bedtime story begins like this: I tell you, I am a scholar, and I have won the first place countless times since I was a child. Today, I will tell you how I got the 14th Cultivation World Youth Swordsmanship The first place in the championship~

The teacher's story begins like this: ... um... I'm not very good at telling it, and it's not good, don't mind.

Ye Wangxi's storytelling begins like this: Do you want to listen to the story? Well, when I go to get a book to read, you lie down first, cover the quilt, and don't catch a cold.

Mei Hanxue's storytelling begins like this: Tell a story? Okay, the master will tell the story of two male tigers, one male and one female. Which version do you want to listen to?

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The ink burned here and smiled again, and then continued: "A long, long time ago, there was a child."

Chu nightning closed his eyes: "Isn't the cow eating grass? How is it a child?"

"You listen to me first." The ink burned and smiled and said, "There used to be a child who was very poor. He had no parents and worked as a child laborer in a landlord's house. He had to wash dishes, wash clothes, wipe the floor, and go out to put Cow. The landlord's family gives him three loaves of bread every day, and the children feel very satisfied when they can fill their stomachs."

"One day, he went out to herd cattle as usual. On the road, he met a vicious dog and bit the cow's leg. For this reason, the child was beaten by the landlord without any accident. After the landlord finished beating him, he let him He's going to kill that vicious dog and get angry. Otherwise, he won't give the child any bread."

"The child was very frightened, so he had to kill the dog and bring it back as instructed. But after he returned home, the landlord found out that it was the county master's dog who had bitten his own cattle."

Chu nightning opened his eyes: "What should I do?"

"Then what else can we do? That dog is the favorite of the county master, and he is used to showing off his power. Who would have known that he would be killed in a confused way. If the county master knew about it, he would definitely not forgive him. So the more the landlord thought about it. The more angry he was, he still didn’t give the child any cake, and even threatened that if the county master came to his door, he would be sent out.”

Chu nightning: "...what a mess, no reason at all, I don't listen."

"A lot of things are unreasonable to say." Mo Ran said with a smile, "It's more than who has more money, who has a hard fist, and who is the official. The next day, the county master really came to find someone. The child was confessed. He went out. Because he was too young, the county master was too embarrassed to lock him up, beat him ten times, and then let him out."

Chu nightning asked: "The child escaped after he came out?"

The ink burned and said: "Haha, I didn't escape, the child still returned to the landlord's house, healed the injury, and continued to feed them cattle. Still take three cakes to eat every day."

"Is he not angry?"

"He won't be angry as long as he eats enough." Mo Ran said, "If you hit a meal, you will hit a meal, and it will pass. It's been like this for more than ten years. Later, the cowboy grew up. Follow him The son of the landlord's family was also the same age. One day, several distinguished guests came to the landlord's house, and the landlord's son saw that one of them had brought a particularly beautiful agate snuff bottle, and he liked it, so he stole it. "

"That snuff bottle is an ancestral one and is very valuable. The guests were very panicked and filled the house looking for his belongings. The landlord's son saw that he couldn't hide it, so he stuffed the snuff bottle into the cow's hand and told him that if If he dares to tell the truth, he will no longer be given food, and he will starve to death."

"..." Chu nightning heard this and was speechless. Although the ink burned in his heart, although he had been living abroad since childhood and lost his loneliness, he grew up in Yuefu, and his mother was the steward of Yuefu. Although not happy, but not miserable, no matter how we make up such a dark and dark story.

The ink burned with relish and said: "The snuff bottle was found soon, and the cowboy could only bite the bullet and confess in order to eat, and waiting for him was a bào fight. This time, they put him After being beaten for three days, he couldn't get out. The landlord's son escaped, so he secretly stuffed a steamed bun with pork belly to the cowboy. Since he has never tasted such a delicious food, he kept saying to the landlord's son, "Thank you, thank you" while holding the steamed buns."

"Don't listen." Chu nightning is really angry this time, "Why don't you hate it? Don't hate a steamed bun? Thank you, what's there to thank!"

"No." Mo Ran blinked innocently, "You didn't listen carefully."

"Why didn't I listen carefully?"

The ink burned and said: "That is a steamed bun with pork belly."

Chu nightning: "..."

"Haha, look at your expression, don't you understand, that kid can only eat one or two pieces of fatty meat on New Year's Eve. He thought that he would never know the taste of pork with five flowers until he died. So of course I have to thank people.”

Seeing that the younger brother was choked up by himself, he smiled brightly and continued: "Anyway, this matter has just passed. He still holds his three cakes and lives every day. Yes. one day……"

Chu nightning now understands the number of ways to tell stories. As long as "one day" appears, there must be no good things.

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