"Where is Pu Songling from?"
Looking at the confused Wu Shaobai, Old Master Wu asked.
"People from Jinan. He was born in the 13th year of Chongzhen of Ming Dynasty and died in the 54th year of Kangxi. He died while sitting by the window of his former residence, Liaozhai. This…he knows our ancestor?"
Wu Shaobai was confused.
Old Master Wu nodded.
"The world only knows Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, but they don't know that Pu Songling left behind works such as the Collection of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio." And this work... could be considered as the same book as 'Liaozhai'. Pu Songling had failed many times in the Jinan Prefecture, but he was known as Shi Runzhang. At that time, Shi Runzhang and his ancestor, Wu Daoran, were close friends. Although his student was not eye-catching in the eyes of his ancestor, he still knew of such a person. After failing the provincial examination in the eleventh year of Kangxi, Pu Songling was depressed and fell ill. Coincidentally, the ancestor was patrolling Zichuan and rushed to treat him after receiving the news. He had used the Great Medicine of Taiyi to cure his muddle-headed illness. Otherwise, there might have been only one more madman in history, and there would not have been any "Liaozhai".”
"Uh…and then?"
"And then? Then, after he learned from our ancestor that many great medicines of Taiyi specialized in ghost diseases, he became curious and served as our ancestor's errand boy for more than a month when our ancestor toured Zichuan. During that time, he asked our ancestor about many diseases. In addition, he liked to talk about ghosts and gods. Although he was not good at reading, he was very talented in writing. In the fourth year after his ancestor left Zichuan, which was the 15th year of Kangxi, he sent this book.”
"Didn't he write 'Liao Zhai' in the 18th year of Kangxi?”
"That's right. In fact, stories like "The Buckwheat Man" and "Painted Skin" from Liao Zhai had an early shadow in this book. That's why I said that this book is the prototype of 'Liaozhai'. Although this book was written about supernatural beings, it was a travel journal from the perspective of a divine doctor with the ability of ghosts and gods. Although the ancestor found it interesting, he knew that based on the era, the various abilities of the ancestor in the book were mostly flattery. It was possible that he had thought about entering the official career through books. Therefore, the ancestor only looked at it and smiled. In the end, he kept it to cushion the corner of the table. After all, the content of this book was not mentioned. Just the name alone was too exaggerated. The Wu family did not ask about heaven and earth, but asked about ghosts and gods. They only wanted to live up to their reputation. They did not care about fame, nor did they need to fish for fame.”
"Uh…"
Young Master Wu's face turned pale.
Good heavens…This Pu Songling was really unlucky…He
wrote a book of flattery, but in the end, his thoughts were seen through.
As expected…writing novels was useless. Old
Master Wu continued,
"But in the end, this book was kept by our family. I also found it interesting. When I thought about how you were going to talk about storytelling, you might even talk about one-sided storytelling in the future. Although this book wasn't as straightforward as those ghost movies today, its various perspectives were still somewhat unique. I'll give it to you. You can think about it yourself. Your master and that Guo laoshi are right. The adaptation of crosstalk is also based on the experiences of our predecessors. The wisdom of our predecessors will be inspired by our future generations. This book will also be helpful to you. Take it.”
"Alright."
Wu Shaobai nodded.
Anyway, there were a lot of things in the storeroom at home.
Not only did the Wu family leave behind a family's Fengmen ceremony, but it also left behind the savings of generations.
It was not as rich as a country, but any random item in the warehouse could cause a commotion if it were to be sold on the market.
However, it was unnecessary.
As for this book…if it were to be told, it would definitely be shocking. However, since his grandfather had already given it to him, it proved that his grandfather's attitude was: He wasn't afraid of people finding out.
As long as he understood this, it would be fine.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously flipped open the old cover.
A prologue came into view:
"Sheng Gong's medical skills are amazing, and he is like a god.
Sitting high and lonely, the world is still peaceful.”
"..."
Looking at this flattering introduction...
Wu Shaobai's mouth subconsciously twitched.
Good heavens.
What a big rainbow fart!
[The Godly Doctor Wandering Unfettered, Ring the Bell to Call Nu You
]”
Wu Shaobai couldn't help but ask when he saw the title of the first chapter.
Old Master Wu shook his
head.”
"…Yeah,"
Wu Shaobai felt the same.
"Alright, if you want to see it, go back to your room. Qingzheng, tomorrow I'll invite the two teachers to have a chat with the Tan family.”
"Yes, Father."
Wu Qingzheng hurriedly agreed.
Old Master Wu waved his hand.
"That's all for today. Rest early."”
…Inside the
courtyard house.
Wu Shaobai was lying on the bed with a pair of white gloves on his hands. He was flipping through the stories in the book…
he had to admit…although this book was a bit of a rainbow fart.
However, every little story was very interesting.
It was filled with Pu Songling's personal style.
Unknowingly, she was mesmerized.
When he looked up, it was almost 1 o'clock on the Western Clock.
Seeing this, Wu Shaobai didn't dare to look anymore. After all, he still had to revise tomorrow morning.
She quickly turned off the light, put the book into the rosewood box, took off her gloves, and closed her eyes.
In his dream, he seemed to have transformed into the divine doctor who practiced medicine and asked questions. He shouted at the group of female ghosts,
"Hey, bald donkey, let go of those female ghosts!" Let me do it!"
"Hehehe..."
Perhaps he was having a good dream, he laughed happily.
(Brothers, don't talk about how you can't feed a big boss anymore…I'm ashamed.)） "Where is Pu Songling from?"
Looking at the confused Wu Shaobai, Old Master Wu asked.
"People from Jinan. He was born in the 13th year of Chongzhen of Ming Dynasty and died in the 54th year of Kangxi. He died while sitting by the window of his former residence, Liaozhai. This…he knows our ancestor?"
Wu Shaobai was confused.
Old Master Wu nodded.
"The world only knows Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, but they don't know that Pu Songling left behind works such as the Collection of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio." And this work... could be considered as the same book as 'Liaozhai'. Pu Songling had failed many times in the Jinan Prefecture, but he was known as Shi Runzhang. At that time, Shi Runzhang and his ancestor, Wu Daoran, were close friends. Although his student was not eye-catching in the eyes of his ancestor, he still knew of such a person. After failing the provincial examination in the eleventh year of Kangxi, Pu Songling was depressed and fell ill. Coincidentally, the ancestor was patrolling Zichuan and rushed to treat him after receiving the news. He had used the Great Medicine of Taiyi to cure his muddle-headed illness. Otherwise, there might have been only one more madman in history, and there would not have been any "Liaozhai".”
"Uh…and then?"
"And then? Then, after he learned from our ancestor that many great medicines of Taiyi specialized in ghost diseases, he became curious and served as our ancestor's errand boy for more than a month when our ancestor toured Zichuan. During that time, he asked our ancestor about many diseases. In addition, he liked to talk about ghosts and gods. Although he was not good at reading, he was very talented in writing. In the fourth year after his ancestor left Zichuan, which was the 15th year of Kangxi, he sent this book.”
"Didn't he write 'Liao Zhai' in the 18th year of Kangxi?”
"That's right. In fact, stories like "The Buckwheat Man" and "Painted Skin" from Liao Zhai had an early shadow in this book. That's why I said that this book is the prototype of 'Liaozhai'. Although this book was written about supernatural beings, it was a travel journal from the perspective of a divine doctor with the ability of ghosts and gods. Although the ancestor found it interesting, he knew that based on the era, the various abilities of the ancestor in the book were mostly flattery. It was possible that he had thought about entering the official career through books. Therefore, the ancestor only looked at it and smiled. In the end, he kept it to cushion the corner of the table. After all, the content of this book was not mentioned. Just the name alone was too exaggerated. The Wu family did not ask about heaven and earth, but asked about ghosts and gods. They only wanted to live up to their reputation. They did not care about fame, nor did they need to fish for fame.”
"Uh…"
Young Master Wu's face turned pale.
Good heavens…This Pu Songling was really unlucky…He
wrote a book of flattery, but in the end, his thoughts were seen through.
As expected…writing novels was useless. Old
Master Wu continued,
"But in the end, this book was kept by our family. I also found it interesting. When I thought about how you were going to talk about storytelling, you might even talk about one-sided storytelling in the future. Although this book wasn't as straightforward as those ghost movies today, its various perspectives were still somewhat unique. I'll give it to you. You can think about it yourself. Your master and that Guo laoshi are right. The adaptation of crosstalk is also based on the experiences of our predecessors. The wisdom of our predecessors will be inspired by our future generations. This book will also be helpful to you. Take it.”
"Alright."
Wu Shaobai nodded.
Anyway, there were a lot of things in the storeroom at home.
Not only did the Wu family leave behind a family's Fengmen ceremony, but it also left behind the savings of generations.
It was not as rich as a country, but any random item in the warehouse could cause a commotion if it were to be sold on the market.
However, it was unnecessary.
As for this book…if it were to be told, it would definitely be shocking. However, since his grandfather had already given it to him, it proved that his grandfather's attitude was: He wasn't afraid of people finding out.
As long as he understood this, it would be fine.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously flipped open the old cover.
A prologue came into view:
"Sheng Gong's medical skills are amazing, and he is like a god.
Sitting high and lonely, the world is still peaceful.”
"..."
Looking at this flattering introduction...
Wu Shaobai's mouth subconsciously twitched.
Good heavens.
What a big rainbow fart!
[The Godly Doctor Wandering Unfettered, Ring the Bell to Call Nu You
]”
Wu Shaobai couldn't help but ask when he saw the title of the first chapter.
Old Master Wu shook his
head.”
"…Yeah,"
Wu Shaobai felt the same.
"Alright, if you want to see it, go back to your room. Qingzheng, tomorrow I'll invite the two teachers to have a chat with the Tan family.”
"Yes, Father."
Wu Qingzheng hurriedly agreed.
Old Master Wu waved his hand.
"That's all for today. Rest early."”
…Inside the
courtyard house.
Wu Shaobai was lying on the bed with a pair of white gloves on his hands. He was flipping through the stories in the book…
he had to admit…although this book was a bit of a rainbow fart.
However, every little story was very interesting.
It was filled with Pu Songling's personal style.
Unknowingly, she was mesmerized.
When he looked up, it was almost 1 o'clock on the Western Clock.
Seeing this, Wu Shaobai didn't dare to look anymore. After all, he still had to revise tomorrow morning.
She quickly turned off the light, put the book into the rosewood box, took off her gloves, and closed her eyes.
In his dream, he seemed to have transformed into the divine doctor who practiced medicine and asked questions. He shouted at the group of female ghosts,
"Hey, bald donkey, let go of those female ghosts!" Let me do it!"
"Hehehe..."
Perhaps he was having a good dream, he laughed happily.
(Brothers, don't talk about how you can't feed a big boss anymore…I'm ashamed.)） "Where is Pu Songling from?"
Looking at the confused Wu Shaobai, Old Master Wu asked.
"People from Jinan. He was born in the 13th year of Chongzhen of Ming Dynasty and died in the 54th year of Kangxi. He died while sitting by the window of his former residence, Liaozhai. This…he knows our ancestor?"
Wu Shaobai was confused.
Old Master Wu nodded.
"The world only knows Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, but they don't know that Pu Songling left behind works such as the Collection of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio." And this work... could be considered as the same book as 'Liaozhai'. Pu Songling had failed many times in the Jinan Prefecture, but he was known as Shi Runzhang. At that time, Shi Runzhang and his ancestor, Wu Daoran, were close friends. Although his student was not eye-catching in the eyes of his ancestor, he still knew of such a person. After failing the provincial examination in the eleventh year of Kangxi, Pu Songling was depressed and fell ill. Coincidentally, the ancestor was patrolling Zichuan and rushed to treat him after receiving the news. He had used the Great Medicine of Taiyi to cure his muddle-headed illness. Otherwise, there might have been only one more madman in history, and there would not have been any "Liaozhai".”
"Uh…and then?"
"And then? Then, after he learned from our ancestor that many great medicines of Taiyi specialized in ghost diseases, he became curious and served as our ancestor's errand boy for more than a month when our ancestor toured Zichuan. During that time, he asked our ancestor about many diseases. In addition, he liked to talk about ghosts and gods. Although he was not good at reading, he was very talented in writing. In the fourth year after his ancestor left Zichuan, which was the 15th year of Kangxi, he sent this book.”
"Didn't he write 'Liao Zhai' in the 18th year of Kangxi?”
"That's right. In fact, stories like "The Buckwheat Man" and "Painted Skin" from Liao Zhai had an early shadow in this book. That's why I said that this book is the prototype of 'Liaozhai'. Although this book was written about supernatural beings, it was a travel journal from the perspective of a divine doctor with the ability of ghosts and gods. Although the ancestor found it interesting, he knew that based on the era, the various abilities of the ancestor in the book were mostly flattery. It was possible that he had thought about entering the official career through books. Therefore, the ancestor only looked at it and smiled. In the end, he kept it to cushion the corner of the table. After all, the content of this book was not mentioned. Just the name alone was too exaggerated. The Wu family did not ask about heaven and earth, but asked about ghosts and gods. They only wanted to live up to their reputation. They did not care about fame, nor did they need to fish for fame.”
"Uh…"
Young Master Wu's face turned pale.
Good heavens…This Pu Songling was really unlucky…He
wrote a book of flattery, but in the end, his thoughts were seen through.
As expected…writing novels was useless. Old
Master Wu continued,
"But in the end, this book was kept by our family. I also found it interesting. When I thought about how you were going to talk about storytelling, you might even talk about one-sided storytelling in the future. Although this book wasn't as straightforward as those ghost movies today, its various perspectives were still somewhat unique. I'll give it to you. You can think about it yourself. Your master and that Guo laoshi are right. The adaptation of crosstalk is also based on the experiences of our predecessors. The wisdom of our predecessors will be inspired by our future generations. This book will also be helpful to you. Take it.”
"Alright."
Wu Shaobai nodded.
Anyway, there were a lot of things in the storeroom at home.
Not only did the Wu family leave behind a family's Fengmen ceremony, but it also left behind the savings of generations.
It was not as rich as a country, but any random item in the warehouse could cause a commotion if it were to be sold on the market.
However, it was unnecessary.
As for this book…if it were to be told, it would definitely be shocking. However, since his grandfather had already given it to him, it proved that his grandfather's attitude was: He wasn't afraid of people finding out.
As long as he understood this, it would be fine.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously flipped open the old cover.
A prologue came into view:
"Sheng Gong's medical skills are amazing, and he is like a god.
Sitting high and lonely, the world is still peaceful.”
"..."
Looking at this flattering introduction...
Wu Shaobai's mouth subconsciously twitched.
Good heavens.
What a big rainbow fart!
[The Godly Doctor Wandering Unfettered, Ring the Bell to Call Nu You
]”
Wu Shaobai couldn't help but ask when he saw the title of the first chapter.
Old Master Wu shook his
head.”
"…Yeah,"
Wu Shaobai felt the same.
"Alright, if you want to see it, go back to your room. Qingzheng, tomorrow I'll invite the two teachers to have a chat with the Tan family.”
"Yes, Father."
Wu Qingzheng hurriedly agreed.
Old Master Wu waved his hand.
"That's all for today. Rest early."”
…Inside the
courtyard house.
Wu Shaobai was lying on the bed with a pair of white gloves on his hands. He was flipping through the stories in the book…
he had to admit…although this book was a bit of a rainbow fart.
However, every little story was very interesting.
It was filled with Pu Songling's personal style.
Unknowingly, she was mesmerized.
When he looked up, it was almost 1 o'clock on the Western Clock.
Seeing this, Wu Shaobai didn't dare to look anymore. After all, he still had to revise tomorrow morning.
She quickly turned off the light, put the book into the rosewood box, took off her gloves, and closed her eyes.
In his dream, he seemed to have transformed into the divine doctor who practiced medicine and asked questions. He shouted at the group of female ghosts,
"Hey, bald donkey, let go of those female ghosts!" Let me do it!"
"Hehehe..."
Perhaps he was having a good dream, he laughed happily.
(Brothers, don't talk about how you can't feed a big boss anymore…I'm ashamed.)）
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