While the green-shirted scribe was talking, he was not slow in drinking.

When the alcohol bug came up, I finally got someone to drink for free, one cup after another, and I drank half the pot with a few peanuts.

Where there is wine, there are naturally stories.

"Shiguang originally wanted to write a story about gods."

"It's a pity that I tried my best and couldn't think of any good scripts after much thought. I wrote a few in the previous series and took them to the Plum Garden to be tasted by Wu Bantou, but unfortunately they were all declined."

"I watched these three fairy tales today. Sure enough, good dramas are based on real-life experiences. Without personal experience, how could I write about the pain and helplessness of longing for rain and dew, and the drama of punishing corrupt officials?

Applause."

The scholar in green shirt was a little reluctant: "Compared with the script I got based on my imagination, it's like a world of difference."

The Taoist asked: "In that case, why not go out for a walk and travel around?"

Yu Shiguang smiled and shook his head, waving his hands repeatedly: "I also brought my mother from Yunzhou. As the saying goes, my parents are not far away."

"How can you abandon my mother and go away just for your own preferences?"

After hearing this, the Taoist nodded repeatedly and agreed with Yu Shiguang's filial piety: "Pindao, there is a good story here. You don't have to travel around the world to feel the details of the story as if you saw it with your own eyes."

"I guarantee that you will write a play that will be famous all over the world and sung for thousands of years."

Yu Shiguang suddenly became interested and asked excitedly: "Where is the story?"

The Taoist lifted the flask and the clear wine fell into the cup: "The story is in the wine!"

Yu Shiguang looked down and saw layers of clouds and mist condensed in the ripples in the cup and then dispersed.

Under the clouds and mist in the cup, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, endless cities and countryside.

It's like a small world, just inside the cup.

"This?" Yu Shiguang was horrified and confused.

"Please drink up the glass of wine!" The Taoist stretched out his hand and persuaded with a smile.

Yu Shiguang hesitated, but finally picked up the wine glass and drank the glass of wine.

As soon as I put down the wine glass, I felt like I was falling from the clouds, and I came to an unknown realm in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a handsome young man carrying a package on his back and an umbrella in his hand.

"Dong Yong! Dong Yong!"

"Why are you still standing? Aren't you going to Fu's house? Go quickly, don't miss the time."

At the entrance of the village, a villager came towards him and shouted to him.

He suddenly realized that his surname was Dong Mingyong. Because his father died of illness and he had no money to bury him, he sold himself as a slave to the Fu family.

This time, I went to the Fu family to work.

On the way, Dong Yong met a woman who was very beautiful. She teased Dong Yong several times, but in the end they both fell in love with each other.

Under the witness of an old man, they got married under the locust tree.

After arriving at the Fu family, the head of the Fu family made things difficult for him in every possible way, but his wife not only dealt with it calmly, but was also good at weaving. She could weave ten loads of brocade silk in one night, and the brocade weaved was like clouds in the sky. In the end, the three-year contract of betrayal was turned into a hundred days.

A hundred days later, the couple returned home, and Dong Yong's wife was pregnant. Dong Yong felt sweet and felt that he had no regrets in his life.

On the way home, I once again came to the old locust tree where we were married. The two of them fell in love with each other and thought that they would last forever.

But he never thought that thunder was rolling in the sky and a star king from the sky came down to earth to take away his wife and children.

His wife told the truth, and Dong Yong realized that he was not marrying a mortal, but a fairy in the sky, the Seven Fairies of the Heavenly Palace. The old man who acted as matchmaker for them that day was the local land lord.

Dong Yong and Xingjun argued in various ways, and finally angered the gods and almost died. In order to save Dong Yong, the Seven Immortals had no choice but to be taken back to the heavenly palace.

Dong Yong's heart was broken, and he burst into tears under the locust tree, watching the Seven Immortals leaving on the colorful clouds.

Weeping continuously, Dong Yong suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder in the darkness.

A cry came from outside the sky: "Yu Shiguang! You haven't woken up yet!"

Dong Yong was at a loss: "Who is Yu Shiguang?"

"I'm Dong Yong?"

"No, I am Yu Shiguang."

Saying one sentence, he broke away from the dream of stories and stories in wine.

The world was spinning, and his figure seemed to penetrate the sky again. Yu Shiguang got up from the table, his clothes stained with tears.

As soon as the spring breeze blew in the afternoon, I no longer felt drunk at all. I just felt like it was a world away. The Seven Immortals who loved each other seemed to have been close to me for a long time, and the feeling of tearing my liver and intestines still remained in my heart.

I dreamed for a hundred days, and when I woke up, the sun in the sky had not moved much.

Yu Shiguang can no longer tell what is real and what is false.

He raised his head and asked the person: "Was everything just false?"

The Taoist was still sitting at the other end of the table. At this moment, the restaurant brought out the food and drinks: "If you think it is false, it is false."

"Perhaps in the other world, it is true."

The Taoist held up the wine glass as if he was paying respect to Yu Shiguang, or to the people of the world.

"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."

"The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, but this hatred will last forever."

Yu Shiguang felt that this poem seemed to speak to Dong Yong's heart, and he suddenly felt sad again.

I once again recalled the farewell under the old locust tree, and silently muttered: "As time goes by, this hatred will last forever."

Yu Shiguang lifted up his sleeves and wiped his eyes: "This story is really good. Shiguang feels like he is full of literary thoughts."

"After I return home, I will definitely write out this play and let people in the world know about it."

"Even if eternity lasts forever, even if the distance between humans and immortals is there, it can't stop the true love in the world."

Yu Shiguang stood up, bowed and saluted the Taoist: "Thank you, Taoist Master."

The Taoist stood up and said with a smile: "Meeting is fate, parting is also fate."

"The poor way is gone."

With a wave of the fly whisk, his steps seemed to shrink to an inch, and he disappeared into the street in a few steps.

Seeing this scene reminds me of the previous cup world.

Yu Shiguang still didn't understand that he had really met an expert, or even a god.

"This... is a living god! This... is simply incredible..."

Yu Shiguang suddenly remembered something, quickly picked up the box and chased after him, following the Taoist's disappearance all the way.

In a hurry, in a hurry.

But the immortal is like a dragon that sees its head but never its tail. It comes and goes without a trace, without any trace or shadow.

Yu Shiguang chased him to an alley, and finally could only sigh.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw that man again under the tree at the entrance of the alley.

The Taoist looked over and said, "The wine has been drunk and the story has been told. Why are you still looking for poverty?"

Yu Shiguang immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "Yu Shiguang has something to ask of me. I am willing to give everything I have to ask the immortal to agree."

The Taoist did not answer, but only said: "Tell me and listen."

Yu Shiguang immediately said: "Shiguang just said that there is an old mother in the family, but what he did not mention is that my mother has a disease in her legs and has been on the bed for a long time."

"And I was seriously ill. I coughed all night and couldn't sleep. I called in many doctors, but nothing worked."

"My mother also likes to go to the theater. When I got back the script I had copied, I planned to rush back and read it to my mother right away. It's one of the few things I can do."

"I hope Taoist Master can go home with Shiguang to check on my mother's condition."
Chapter completed!