Chapter 451
Ji Xiansen continued: "Although the woman is a powerful devil beast turned into a human, she has lived in Jiangnan City for several years, and it did not hurt anyone. Her husband was frightened from the beginning. , and gradually accepted it later, and didn't care whether she was a snake demon at all, and the two wanted to continue living together."
"But her husband is not afraid, it does not mean that others are not afraid, You must know that most people in Jiangnan City know this woman. After all, she is so beautiful, which also led countless people to know that she is a snake demon. The ordinary person is afraid of death, afraid that one day the snake demon will go crazy and eat them. So those ordinary persons went to Leifeng and prayed to Spiritual God to catch the snake demon."
Ji Yonghao nods, expressing his understanding, how the ordinary person is still a berdinary person, knowing that his neighbor is a terifying devil, Most people can't accept it.
At this time, Ji Xiansen showed a look of shock and said, "Perhaps there are too many people praying to Spiritual God. One day, the Leifeng Pagoda rose slowly, and walked out of it for a while. A bald old man, the bald old man told everyone that he would get rid of the snake demon and bring peace to Jiangnan City.”
“Then the bald old man and the woman fought on Zhan Lake for three days and three nights, and no one could do anything about it. The other party, so they stopped fighting. Just when the woman thought that the old man would give up and she could stay with the scholar for a hundred years, the bald old man captured the scholar and asked the woman to surrender obediently."
All Everyone was fascinated by it. Although Astrid had a cold face, she also felt that the bald old man was too hateful.
Ji Xiansen looked at Ji Yonghao and said, "Maybe you think the old man is too hateful, but in everyone's heart, the bald old man is a hero. After all, who would allow someone who can easily kill Where are their people around? Taking down the snake demon is not only what the commoners hope, but also what the Li Tang Kingdom hopes. There is an uncontrolled alien powerhouse within the kingdom. I am afraid that any leader will not be willing to sleep on the couch. How can you allow others to sleep soundly?"
Ji Yonghao agreed with this, although the demonic girl and the scholar are pitiful and romantic, but now as a ruling class, he also understands this truth. From the Holy Soul City, a strong demon beast that is not under his control, I am afraid that he will not sleep well every day.
Ji Xiansen saw the expression on Ji Yonghao's face and knew that he agreed with this point of view. He smiled with relief and continued: "But the woman thinks that the bald old man has separated their husband and wife, so she uses powerful magic to separate them. All the lake water in Zhan Lake lifted up, forming a monstrous flood, directly submerging the Leifeng Pagoda, and forcing the bald old man to release her husband."
"But the Leifeng Pagoda was in the flood. It was standing still, the woman finally had no choice, so she directly surrendered obediently, hoping to exchange herself for the freedom of his husband. The bald old man suppressed the demonic girl under the Leifeng Pagoda, but he took the scholar as a dísciple and taught him cultivation. Since then, everyone has known that there is a husband and wife under the Leifeng Pagoda and a powerhouse."
"oh!" Ji Xiansen sighed: "Maybe this is what the woman hopes, after all, the scholar Originally it was just an ordinary person. After worshiping an old man as a teacher, he took the path of cultivation and could live for a long time. But later, people felt that the scholar was cold and ruthless. The bald old man suppressed the woman, but he recognized the thief as his father. But who knows what the scholar thinks?"
Ji Yonghao was silent for a while after listening, and said, "Perhaps that scholar's approach is correct, after all, the bald old man has already put him If he was caught, the scholar also knew the relationship between the snake demon and him. It was impossible for him to abandon her, and it was impossible for him to leave alone, because once they left, they would never see each other again, so it was inevitable that the snake demon would be suppressed. , what's the point of the scholar going out by himself? After all, he can only live for a hundred years, if he follows the old man's cultivation, becomes a powerhouse, and increases his lifespan, then their husband and wife will meet again in the future." , said: "Yes, I think the same is true, it has become an inevitable thing, and you have no ability to change this inevitability, so why not strive to be the best in this inevitability? But unfortunately, the world can only see Appearance, many people will be influenced by their emotions. In the eyes of many people, only insults and condemnations are the only way to express their unyielding character."
Ji Yonghao looked at Ji Xiansen before he understood himself How wise this grandfather is, he deserves to be a great Confucian in the world. This is using this legend to teach himself the truth of being a man.
He had always thought that these scholars of the Yanhuang Empire were pedantic and did not have much ability, but now he knew that the scholarly Aristocratic Family of ten thousand years of inheritance was so simple?
Xie Yubin, Astrid, Ji Qingshu, Ji Guangling all looked at Ji Yonghao with complex expressions. When they heard this story just now, they all thought that the scholar was simply not human. The bald old man broke up their husband and wife, and also used despicable means to arrest him and suppressed his wife. The scholar still worshipped the old man as his teacher. Just beasts.
But after Ji Yonghao's reminder, I thought that this may be the best way. Under the Leifeng Pagoda, I can not only be very close to my wife, but also cultivate and increase my lifespan. As long as I live, everything will be there hope.
Ji Yonghao took a deep breath and said, "Bring a pen!"
Gao Yazhi immediately sent someone to hand over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Ji Guangling looked surprised, got up quickly, and personally helped his cousin grind ink.
Ji Yonghao didn't take care of the paper on the table, soaked the pen in his hand with ink, and walked to a snow-white wall, where flamboyant wrote three big characters "Meet You".
Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hastily. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people grow and hate water and grow east.
After writing, leave your name and print it.
"Good! Good words!" Ji Xiansen slapped the table excitedly.
What kind of identity he is, and he has left a lot of poems in his life, and there are very few who can compare with this Prime Minister.
"It's really a good word. This word complements the story of the white snake demon just now. When will they meet?" Xie Yubin also praised.
Although he is a powerhouse, he can be the City Lord of this Jiangnan City, no matter how he is a bit literary, otherwise how can a rough person be this Jiangnan City with beautiful scenery, talented and beautiful people Lord.
“Hahaha, today Supreme Grandfather tells a story, His Highness the Prince has some insights after listening to it, and writes down the love of each other. I believe it will be a good story if it spreads out.” Ji Guangling looked at this song excitedly. He likes poems very much. This poem is comparable to the song "Clouds Thinking about Clothes and Flowers Thinking of Rong" written by Ji Yonghao in Yanhuang City.
Gao Yazhi was very excited, and hurriedly asked someone to make a crystal cover to cover the wall to protect it. I believe in this story and this poem, and I will come here to eat, drink and watch the scenery in the future. Talents and wealthy aristocrats will be greatly increased.
There is the story of the White Snake Demon, and the poem written by His Highness the Prince after hearing the story, plus the identity of His Highness the Prince, and the great Confucian Ji Xiansen, this Wangtaolou Can't think of fire.