Lanke Chess Edge

Almost ten days later, a small boat carrying Ji Yuan, Wang Li, and Zhang Rui was driving on a small river, and the front was gradually approaching the Tongtian River.

The boat was running very smoothly, almost without shaking. On the small table in the cabin, there were still pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Wang Li was writing something on the table, while Zhang Rui sat on the side and watched.

After a long time, Wang Li finally wrote the last word, let out a sigh of relief, and put the pen on the pen stand.

Looking at Zhang Rui next to him, Wang Li remembered his previous lesson and quickly asked Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Ji, the person in your story, don't mind if Mr. Wang adapts some plots appropriately. Some things are still very inconvenient to be written into a book. It is more appropriate to replace it with the previous dynasty or fabricate a dynasty."

What I just heard from Ji Yuan is the story of the old turtle on the Chunmu River. Since it was said by Mr. Ji, it must have happened in reality.

No matter how ignorant Wang Li is, he also knows that this kind of story is not good and can be written into a book without modification.

What he experienced during this period of time can be regarded as a big shock to Wang Li's heart, but when it comes to the work of Mr. Storyteller, he can still maintain a relatively normal heart.

"Hahahaha...as long as you don't change it too much, the old turtle won't mind."

"Um……"

Wang Li responded, thought for a while, and continued to speak hesitantly.

"Mr. Ji, actually, I think the ending of this story is a bit inappropriate."

Ji Yuan shook the oar and answered casually.

"What does Mr. Wang think is wrong? Let's hear it."

Over the past few days, Wang Li has generally understood Ji Yuan's temper, so he said it boldly.

"Mr. Ji, this story has twists and turns, magic, vicissitudes, and depth, but this ending, Wang always feels inappropriate. Think about it, the Taizu of this dynasty is fine. Regardless of the door, they may bear some price, you are a god and you are naturally aware of this, but it is not obvious to me."

Wang Li considered his language and continued.

"Wang believes that storytelling, in addition to bringing a little joy to the public, also serves as a warning to the world. It is indeed difficult for good and evil in the world to express their respective retributions, but at least in stories, there should be and can be done. , if even the story of the storyteller can't make people happy to eliminate evil, how boring it is..."

"Crack, clap, clap..."

Ji Yuan put down his oars and clapped several times towards Wang Li.

"Well said, well said! Change it as you wish."

"Hey, then I... just change it?"

Wang Li asked again for confirmation, and Ji Yuan swung the oar again, nodded and said emphatically.

"change!"

That being the case, Wang Li was no longer polite, and directly took out a pen and dipped it in ink, and opened a page to write again.

What he has now is just the first draft, and he just wrote down the general content of what Mr. Ji said before his memory fades, and then he will refine it and gradually perfect the story.

To form a good story that can be remembered deeply, the core itself is naturally indispensable, but the embellishment of the storyteller is also very important. During this process, Wang Li can be regarded as painstaking. Stories, this kind of real miraculous stories can make him even more excited.

Zhang Rui looked at Wang Li in surprise. When this man was writing and telling stories, he was like two different people in the same brothel. The question and answer of Mr. Tong Ji just now surprised her even more.

Just because of what Wang Li said just now, Mr. Ji applauded him, which made Zhang Rui look at Wang Li with admiration.

Thinking about it carefully, the original adaptation of "White Deer Fate" actually had a similar meaning. I felt disgusted, but it happened to be the "victim" of the adaptation, and the ending of Bailu and Zhou Lang, although there is a sad core, but After all, the reunion in the Yin Division is a final marriage. While the tragedy is even more embarrassing, the strict laws of the City God are also impressive.

It's just that at that time Wang Li didn't know how heavy the caning was, which made the story a little too much for her understanding of some hard core knowledge.

Wang Li was still revising, and would stop to grind his ink from time to time, while Zhang Rui spent most of his time closing his eyes to cultivate, except to occasionally look at what he wrote. The Yin Lingqi that came up.

About half a day after the boat merged into the Tongtian River along with the small river, some special bubbles began to appear beside the boat.

"Mr. Ji?"

Zhang Rui, who noticed the abnormality, opened her eyes and asked, only to find that Ji Yuan just shook his head.

"No problem."

Sure enough, after a while, everything returned to the original state, and nothing strange happened in the water. Wang Li had no idea that Zhang Rui had been on guard, and was still immersed in his own story world.

When we arrived at Tongtian River, there were more mounds and woodlands. About a quarter of an hour later, the boat turned around a winding area driven by Ji Yuan's oar, and Zhang Rui suddenly found the shore near the mound. Two people are standing.

These two people were dressed in gorgeous costumes, a man and a woman were very handsome, Hongxiu's face paled in comparison to that woman, but in such a remote and desolate location, how could there be such two people standing on the shore, with no cars, horses or horses nearby? No boats.

"Hey, Wang Li, there is a beautiful girl over there."

"oh."

Wang Li responded without looking up, and seemed to come back to his senses after writing a few words, and quickly looked in the direction of Zhang Rui's finger, and he saw those two outstanding people.

Then Zhang Rui and Wang Li discovered that besides the two who had been watching the boat, the boat was also approaching the shore.

"Ying Feng" and "Ying Ruoli"

"Meet Uncle Ji!"

Long Zi and Long Nu bowed solemnly when the boat was seven or eight feet away from them.

Ji Yuan put down the scull at the bow of the boat and bowed his hands in return.

"Hello, two nephews!"

Normally, Ji Yuan would address "His Royal Highness Ying" and "Jiang Shen Empress".

But this time Wang Li was on the boat, and he would have been taken aback by calling him that directly, so he simply called him "Nephew" this time.

In fact, after seeing Wang Li's reaction to the shock of the past few days, Ji Yuan didn't want Wang Li to be exposed to too many ghosts and monsters. After he relayed the story, it would be better to be a pure storyteller.

The boat just docked, and Long Zi and Long Nu stepped on the bow together, and then the boat continued to drive along the river towards Kyoto.

Since the two people boarded the boat, although they didn't have much power and divine light, Zhang Rui subconsciously didn't dare to speak. Even Wang Li only dared to take a peek at the two of them, mainly writing.

"Uncle Ji, are you going to the capital? My father is sleeping, do you want to wake him up?"

Judging by Ji Yuan's posture, he definitely didn't come to Tongtian River specifically, and there are still dragons in his eyes.

"no, I'm fine."

"Uncle Ji, who are these two?"

The Dragon Girl walked to the side of the boathouse, saluted the two people inside and asked questions.

Zhang Rui and Wang Li quickly returned the gift.

"My name is Zhang Rui. I'm...from Yanzhou. His name is Wang Li. He's a storyteller."

Wang Li looked at Zhang Rui and his mouth twitched.

"Uh, my lord, Wang Li, is a storyteller."

"Well, the little girl should be Ying Ruoli, and that one is the older brother Yingfeng, both of whom are descendants of Mr. Ji."

Then Ying Ruoli went into the cabin to find out what Wang Li was doing, and then went out to chat with Ji Yuan.

In the next half day, there were two more people on the boat, and it was not until the next pier that Ji Yuan docked the boat.

Zhang Rui and Wang Li knew it was time to say goodbye, they went ashore, while Ji Yuan and the other two stayed on the boat.

"Take a boat from this pier and head southeast along the Tongtian River, and you can reach Yanzhou very quickly."

This was agreed a long time ago. Naturally, Zhang Rui would not go to the capital. He wanted to complete the story and follow the gods, but Ji Yuan didn't plan to take him with him all the time. He took him away from Chengsu's mansion because he was afraid that he would be caught by the brothel. The liquidation also meant to keep him away from the land of flowers and willows.

At this moment, Zhang Rui had already disappeared and stood beside Wang Li, just saying goodbye to the people on the boat, while Wang Li was even more excited.

"Mr. Ji, when will I see you again? Do you see if I have a chance to... just become someone like you..."

Wang Li on the shore looked at the people around the pier, and asked in a vague and expectant manner, which made Zhang Rui and Long Zi Long Nu laugh.

Ji Yuan understands what Wang Li means, everyone thinks it's good to be a god, in fact, it's really good.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Wang, be your storyteller, we can meet again."

Ji Yuan smiled and used the bamboo poles on the boat to support the shore of the pier, and pushed the boat to the river. Wang Li watched the boat go away from the shore, feeling a little lost.

When the boat was more than ten feet away from the pier, Ji Yuan suddenly turned around and yelled.

"Mr. Wang, what you said on the boat a day ago will continue to be like this?"

Ji Yuan's question was a bit thoughtless, Long Zi and Long Nu didn't know, and even Zhang Rui didn't realize it for a while, but Wang Li understood what Mr. Ji was asking in an instant, and the previous words flashed in his mind. One day he said that he would change the ending of the story, and Mr. Ji's applause at that time.

"Mr. Ji~~~ Wang will always be like this~~~"

Wang Li responded by yelling towards the river.

Ji Yuan nodded, and bowed his hands solemnly towards the shore again.

Seeing this, Wang Li didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly returned the salute, and then watched the boat go farther and farther, and soon became blurred in his vision.

"Let's go, Mr. Wang Da, don't try to sneak to the capital!"

"Hey, Miss Zhang...you can do it... But girl, don't you think that girl Ying's name is familiar to you?"

"Familiar fart, you must see that she is beautiful!"

"It's really not..."

Wang Li smiled wryly, and went to look for the boat with his luggage on his back. In the eyes of outsiders, this guy talking to himself might be a little out of his mind.

On the Tongtian River, Ji Yuan was swaying the oar with one hand, and with his right hand sticking out his sword finger, a kyoko on it disappeared in a flash.

"I hope you will always be like this..."

"Uncle Ji?"

"fine."

Ji Yuan rowed the boat, this time the speed of the boat was much faster than before.