"His grandmother, have you made a mistake! My nine fragrances, even a cup of sea water is better than that?" Luo Muzi roared in his heart, on the surface maintained grace.

"Damn! This is a smuggling of the sea, we are offering tea, he is offering sea water? This face is really thick enough! The silky fairy is still so recognized, too angry, too angry!" The double fists under the stone table are pinched with blue veins.

Tianlu Fairy is busy round the field: "The moon is already high, the tea is drinking, but there is no poetry, it is always not beautiful."

Fang Yuan’s pretense is incomprehensible: “Is it really necessary to make poems?”

A look of unprepared, first heard.

Luo Muzi, the round of flying suddenly suddenly bright eyes, this is another opportunity!

It is also a good opportunity to fight against the enemy.

"The last time you were slicked, you fooled him. This time, I must blow down your limelight and then step on a few feet."

Luo Muzi is full of thoughts, but on the surface is a smile, graceful.

The same is true for the flight, and it turns almost the same.

They don't know, who is Fangyuan?

More poetry? !

Oh my God!

This is even worse than the class door.

Fang Yuan comes from the earth, and there are a lot of ancient poems. There are many masterpieces that are famous for their history, and there are even great works of ancient times. If you just throw a copy, you can beat both of them.

"It is indeed a poem. There is still a head in it." Josie responded to Fang Yuan’s words.

"Oh? I want to hear the details." Fang Yuan followed the words.

"This is a story that has been circulated in southern Xinjiang and is the origin of the Moon Festival." Josie began to scream.

A long time ago, in a certain cottage in southern Xinjiang.

A mortal boy fell in love with the daughter of a master, and the daughter of the teacher fell in love with this mortal boy.

The young man took the courage to go to the relatives, and the result was rejected by the master.

"You are just a mortal, and my daughter is a teacher. In the future, how can you deserve to be worthy of my daughter? You give me a roll!"

The young man asked for hardship, and the master of the sorcerer sneered: "I want to marry my daughter to you. You are simply delusional! You can't even have a cup of tea in your district. Can you use it?"

The young man said: "Isn't it a cup of tea? Is it difficult? If I do, will you marry my daughter?"

Master Yan is very troublesome.

He knows that his daughter loves the young man in front of him and forcibly dismantles them, and will let her daughter hate herself as a father.

Master Yan said: "If you can make a cup of tea that I am satisfied with, I am willing to give you a chance."

The young man was overjoyed and quickly promised: "Old gentleman, I will definitely be able to make it."

Yanshi’s daughter listened to this matter and was very worried: “My family is famous for tea, but you have to make a tea that I am satisfied with. You are just a mortal, without the ability of a teacher, how can you make a cup of tea? ?"

The young man said: "You can rest assured. Who said that mortals can't make tea? I will tell you three reasons."

"The first reason is that big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimp."

So, the young man came to the stream, caught a big fish, broke the fisherman's belly, took out the small fish, broke the small fish alone, and took out the small shrimp.

"The second reason, people have to eat, but also to pull."

So, the young man ate the small shrimp and pulled out a stall.

“The third reason is that you can make flowers and plants more flourishing.”

So, the young man buried the **** in the soil, and the flowers and plants flourished and rose.

The young man picked out a flower and planted it in the stream, and the whole stream became tea.

Master Yan took a sip of this kind of tea and couldn't speak for a long time.

His daughter cried: "Hey, wouldn't you want to go back?"

Master Yanshi nodded reluctantly: "Young man, you have passed the first pass. But you are a mortal, want to marry my daughter, it is still impossible. You are too rude, no talent, can not poetry."

The young man scratched his head and was annoyed: "I have not missed the poem, but I can give it a try."

The master of the sorcerer snorted: "Is it by you?"

The young man asked: "Why can't I?"

Master 蛊师: "Young man, it is not that you just say a few words, it is a poem. We swear by the teacher, can make the world change color, can make people dance. Can you?"

The young man sighed: "Don't try it, how can I know if I can't?"

"Okay, then give it a try, don't say I won't give you a chance. If you fail, you will give me a go, don't see my daughter again." Master Yan said.

The young man had to promise, he began to go around and wanted to swear.

But he never had a poem and had no clue.

At this time, he saw the ants on the ground, and saw the birds and the sunset outside the window, suddenly patted his head.

He shouted: "The swallows fly low-flying snakes, and the ants move in the rain."

It is rainy in southern Xinjiang, and this time it is just spring.

When the young man had just finished speaking, the sky began to float with rain.

The master of the priest changed his face.

The young man said again: "A drop of spring rain and a drop of oil, we will be more than a few times."

The rain outside the house grew bigger and bigger, the sky became cloudy, and it was clear before.

The old man's face is a bit ugly.

The young man scratched his head and scratched his head: "The money is yellow and the land is busy, and the willows are lost."

At this point, the young man got stuck, only the last sentence, but the death and the death could not come out.

"Give you the last time." Master Shi sneer.

The young man’s eyes suddenly turned bright, pointing to the master of the sorcerer’s mouth. “The old man received a million dollars of food, and we are still famine.”

The master of the sergeant suddenly jumped out of his feet and stood up at once, and the teacups in his hands were knocked out.

Then he pointed his finger at the young man and snarled: "A mortal in your district, a big dog!"

But his daughter laughed and clap his hands: "Great, this poem makes the world discolored, letting you dance."

Master Yan Shi met his daughter on the side of the lover, and he was angry and angry, but he could not refute it.

"Well, I have passed the second level, and the last level. Do you want to marry my daughter, dowry? Can you afford a gift that makes me happy?"

The young man lowered his head in frustration. He lived in a thatched cottage, slept with sandals, and had only a patch of clothes.

"I am willing to use all my property to be a bride price." The young man is very serious.

"You take it out and I see it!"

The young man led the master of the sergeant to his residence, the shabby thatched cottage.

The young man said to the old master: "These are all my property."

"Just rely on this broken room full of loopholes everywhere?" Master Yan pointed fingers, very disdain.

"Just rely on this yellow grass mat that is broken in half?" Master Shi master will fly the straw mat.

"Just rely on these broken stones that have been used as stools?" Master of the sergeant slammed his feet and kicked the stone.

The young man lowered his head.

Every time the master of the teacher said a word, the young man lowered his head.

When the master of the teacher said three words, the boy's head was almost as low as his chest.

But at that time, from the stone kicked by the master of the sergeant, suddenly a squirrel like a moon fluttered out, shining, very beautiful.

Master Yan master was shocked.

The young man was also shocked. This stone was just a sneak peek from the foot of the mountain.

The daughter of Master Yan screamed with joy: "This locust is absolutely enough, it will serve as a dowry."

Master Yan can't refute, he can't speak, and eventually he has to hold his nose and marry his daughter to this mortal boy.

This story, Fang Yuan has already heard it, but it is really interesting.

The whole story describes the struggle between a mortal and a teacher, and ends up with the victory of a mortal.

The young man bravely won the three customs, and eventually he was beautiful, or a female teacher. Master Shi’s master did not use force until the end. This is not in line with the logic of reality, but it reveals the longing for the good life in the hearts of mortal people and the pursuit of a happy life.

The image of the young man is worth exploring and analyzing.

Regardless of the three reasons he said, or the poems of the embarrassing, they are easy to understand, very simple, and even rough.

But these are the summaries of mortal experience in daily labor.

Especially the poem, although the rhyme is not harmonious, but it reveals from the side the truth that mortals are exploited by the sergeant.

"The old man received a million dollars of food, we are still famine ~ lightnovelpub.net~ 蛊 高 high on the top, mortals do cattle and horses.

Therefore, in the hearts of mortals, there is a desire to fight against the teacher.

But the teacher is too strong, how can a mortal might beat the teacher? So in the story, in the final third level, the key to winning the mortal boy is actually a broken stone.

Aphids appear in the stone, which is obviously a solution to the stone.

This activity of Jieshi is very popular in southern Xinjiang. More accurately, in the five domains of the world, the South Xinjiang Jieshi is the first, because the southern Xinjiang is mountainous, there is extremely strong natural capital.

The mortal boy used the stone to defeat the master of the martial arts. Although the stone was returned by him, he relied more on luck.

This also reveals the weakness and helplessness of the mortal heart.

In their view, the teacher is too strong, they are absolutely impossible to defeat the teacher. If you can overcome it, it must be a strong good luck!

This folktale is based on mortals and is likely to be created by mortals.

Because of this, the strong resonance of the mortal, widely spread in the relatively occluded southern Xinjiang, is no less than the "Ancestral Man."

In the other four domains, the spread is quite limited and few people know it.

It is because of this story that the South Xinjiang Festival of the Moon Festival has gradually formed. Whenever this day arrives, whether it is a mortal, a sorcerer, or a singer, you will come to enjoy the moon, tea, poems, and stone.

Remarks: Wow, this chapter has been written for a long time, and it has consumed a lot of brain cells. It is in good condition tonight. I feel very satisfied with this chapter because I have always been committed to creating a different kind of complete world. What do you think? (To be continued.)