After the incense was sucked into his body, several little foxes rolled on the ground and turned into human form.

The leader is Qingfeng, who looks about eight or nine years old, wearing a red dress, staring at Chang Jin with wide eyes.

Although they could still be clearly seen in Chang Jin's eyes, he was still a little surprised that sandalwood had such an effect.

Taking a deep breath, a little fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, with a hint of confusion. However, for Chang Jin, just a little mind moved, his spiritual consciousness completely returned to clear and undisturbed.

"Meet the Sir" several children came forward to pay homage to Chang Jin one by one, and spoke human words.

Chang Jin saw it very interesting and asked about their names.

"My name is Qingfeng, she is Ayu, Xiaoan, Xiaojing..." Qingfeng introduced several friends one by one.

"What kind of sandalwood is this body? Can you illusion?" Chang Jin was much more relaxed when he could communicate in human language, so he didn't have to worry about the meaning of their body movements.

"This is the secretly concentrated incense made by my grandfather. Humans will be confused when they smell it. However, our fox tribe sucks the fragrance into the body, which can condense the spiritual consciousness and transform into shape." Qingfeng explained.

"So that's it." Chang Jin nodded and asked again: "What's wrong with you when you come to my room?"

"Sir, tell us about the things in Wanshan Mansion, we want to hear them." As soon as Qingfeng opened his mouth, the remaining little guys showed longing eyes.

"You haven't been to the city?" Chang Jin asked in surprise.

"Grandpa didn't let me, saying that there were too many bad people in the city, and there were some stinky Taoist priests. If they were caught, they would kill us. Last time my elder sister and I sneaked out to play, but my elder sister was caught by the hunter and almost lost her life. A few days ago..." The little fox named Ayu saw that Chang Jin was more courageous and Balabala talked.

After hearing it speak, Chang Jin realized that it was the fox demon who stopped him.

"Mr. Huangfu said right, human settlements are indeed dangerous. It is best not to go to those places before you transform." Chang Jin nodded and reminded.

"Why do humans shout at us and shout at us to kill us?" Another little girl said, her face full of confusion.

"Well... you will understand this question when you transform into shape later." Chang Jin didn't know how to tell her about the conflict between human monsters, so he could only make excuses.

"Sir, why are you not afraid of us?"

"Sir, tell us what is in the city..."

"gentlemen……"

Most of these little foxes have developed spiritual consciousness for a while. They are curious about the outside world. At this moment, one question after another appears, which makes Chang Jin a little overwhelmed.

Finally, he pressed his hands helplessly, and waited for the little guys to stop speaking before clearing his throat and said, "What's the fun in the city? Let's go and see it yourself after you transform into shape. Now I'll tell you a story?"

When they heard that they wanted to tell a story, the little foxes immediately calmed down and stopped making noise.

Chang Jin was a little worried about what story he told.

"Journey to the West"? Tell a group of monsters about the story of Sun Wukong's rebellion? Then his head was purely broken.

"The Romance of the Gods"... It tells the story of how a vixen enchanted King Zhou of Shang and finally destroyed the country. There were a group of genuine little fox monsters in front of him. If they listened to it, wouldn't this instigate others to make mistakes?

Chang Jin racked his brains and finally said with some headaches: "Today I will tell you a story about Alibaba and the forty thieves. There is a country called Persia outside the Great Yan Dynasty..."

This is the first time that the little foxes have heard such a novel story, and they all pricked up their ears around him, listening with relish.

Before I knew it, I didn't even notice that the sandalwood was burned.

After the story was told, these little guys were still unsatisfied and squeaked around Chang Jin, obviously wanting to continue listening.

Chang Jin waved his hand to bombard them away, and continued to talk about it when he had time today.

After laying the groundwork last night, several little guys met Chang Jinshi during the day. When they were learning to read in school, they all stretched out their claws and held their brushes tightly on the rice paper.

The front paws of the fox tribe are not comparable to those of human palms, and the difficulty of writing is much more increased. Although these little guys write extremely seriously, the words are like earthworms drilling holes, which is really terrible.

After writing a piece of writing, there are stains of ink on it, and I can't tell what I was writing.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head. No wonder Huangfu Yuanwai couldn't continue teaching himself. In this case, teaching for another three years would not work.

I have to think of a way... If the brush doesn't work, then it's hard. Chang Jin immediately thought of using branches to write on the sand.

The effect is quite good. At least the little foxes were able to barely recognize what words they wrote after they took branches and streaked on the sand.

In the next few days, Chang Jin and Huangfu Yuanwai became more and more familiar with each other. Huangfu Yuanwai's name also changed, calling him "Yunsheng".

Of course, every night, shortly after dinner, the little foxes would gather in the door together, waiting for Chang Jin to tell a story.

When Mr. Huangfu learned about this, he specially asked the old servant to bring some pastries, wine and drinks for lunch.

Chang Jin shared the pastry with the little guys, while the wine was drunk alone.

"Sir, is the wine delicious?" Seeing that he was drinking with relish, Xiao An couldn't help but lick his mouth, showing a little greedy.

"Okay, very good." Chang Jin nodded and poured himself a small cup. I don't know where Huangfu Yuanwai got the fine wine, which tastes sweet and delicious.

"Give us a try." Hearing his praise, several little fox demons became interested.

"No, you are still young and can't drink." Chang Jin did not dare to instigate them to drink, so he hurriedly put the wine pot on the table.

"Sir, tell us another story..." Xiao An said unwillingly.

"Okay, let me tell you another story about Snow White and Seven Dwarves."

I thought several little guys had forgotten about drinking, but I didn't know that Chang Jin went out on the middle of the way. When he came back, he found that they all showed their bodies and were lying drunk on the ground. Especially Xiao An, his claws were still holding the wine pot and not relaxed.

Seeing the little fox look like this, Chang Jin shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Although they can use the illusion of the Concentrating Scent, once they get drunk, their spiritual consciousness will fall into chaos. If their brains do not obey the command, the spiritual energy in their bodies will naturally become messy and uncontrollable.

This is also why monsters appear in drunken novels.

Fortunately, the little foxes were making trouble in the manor. If they had been drunk outside, they would have been skinned and killed by someone.

This wind should not last long. When they woke up, Chang Jin scolded him hard, then took out a ruler and hit them one by one on their claws.

During the day, I teach the little foxes to learn calligraphy and recite books by themselves in my spare time. In recent days, I often live freely in Green Willow Villa, and I have the intention of forgetting the troubles of the world.

After breakfast this day, he greeted Huangfu Yuanwai and ran to Wanshan Mansion alone. He first returned the borrowed books to Lang Yuzhu, and then went to the inn to visit Wang Qinian.

I wanted to go back to Green Willow Villa after I finished my business, but I didn't know that Wang Qinian took him out for a walk outside the city.

Time flies so fast. They set off for Wanshan Mansion and it was the coldest spring in February. Now, the end of the spring is about to end in a blink of an eye.

Walking out of the city, the road is green and tender, and the orioles are singing and dancing everywhere.

Chang Jin had never seen this scene in his previous life, and a passage appeared in his mind: "In late spring, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River grows, peanut trees, and warblers fly around."

Although Wanshan Prefecture is not a border in the south of the Yangtze River, it also has a different spring feeling.

The spring is warm, and there are many people exploring in Wanshan Prefecture. It was not until they took a boat to cross the Bishui River that the tourists gradually became sparse.

There is a big mountain at the intersection of Bishui River and Dushui. This mountain is called Zhongshan. Although it is not high, it is based on Wanshan Prefecture City.

There are often literati and poets who climb mountains and write poems, thus leaving behind great fame.

There was originally a temple in the former dynasty of the Shi family on the top of the mountain, but when it came to the original dynasty of the reign of the Tao, the temple was destroyed. Later, Liu Anguo, who was the prefect of Wanshan Prefecture, ordered people to build an attic on the former site, named Qingchuan Pavilion.

This attic has been repaired and has now stood on the top of Zhongshan for nearly two hundred years.

The last time at the Dushui River Temple Fair, Chang Jin had the idea of ​​climbing a mountain to visit Qingchuan Pavilion. But he saw too many tourists at that time, so he didn't go up.

Come here today, and naturally I won’t miss it again.

A stream flows through the mountain at the foot of the mountain, which is only about a meter wide, and is clear and can be seen from time to time. A few small fish are bubbling on the water surface.

The three of them walked along the mountain stream. Xiao Song suddenly pointed at a distance and shouted loudly, "Young Master, Mr. Chang, look, there is a group of wild ducks there, and the bird feathers are very bright, which is different from the wild ducks in our place. If only we had a bow and arrow today, we would shoot one and roast it for food.

Chang Jin and Wang Qinian turned their heads in the direction he pointed, and laughed out loud. Especially Wang Qinian, he even held the tree next to him and laughed loudly.

I saw a few brightly colored water birds swimming slowly on the water surface three meters away. Perhaps laughter alarmed them, and the water birds swam quickly into the distance.

"Young Master, why are you laughing at?" Xiao Song didn't know that his words caused them to react so much. Now he was a little confused. "A few wild ducks, what's so funny."

"Haha, young man, this is not a wild duck, but a mandarin duck bird." At this time, a woodcutter was passing by with firewood and couldn't help but speak.

"Mandarin ducks, this is not a mandarin duck, I don't think it looks like it." Xiao Song's face turned red, but she still refused to admit defeat. Then she even grabbed a stone and wanted to startle the mandarin ducks.

"Xiaosong, don't mess around, let's go up the mountain quickly." Chang Jin hurriedly pulled him.

With this episode, they became more relaxed to go up the mountain and took a stick of incense to reach the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is flat and open, and a loft several meters tall stands in front of you.

The attic is a two-story stone-wood structure with double-eaved hip-hopping. There is a water cavalry in front of the roof. The plaque is written with three big characters "Qingchuan Pavilion". There are copper bells hanging on the four corners of the flying eaves. The breeze blows, and the crisp sound is heard.

There is also a stone tablet in front of the building, with the "Records of Qingchuan Pavilion" written by Liu Anguo of this dynasty. After reading it carefully, Chang Jin felt that the description in the text was very appropriate.
Chapter completed!