Please tell me the true story of White Fox VS Scholar!

There seems to be no other story!!!

Just this one~

Actually, it tells a story:

Many Years ago, one sunny morning, the scholar sat on a tree stump and read the Four Books and Five Classics hard. The scholar was so poor that he had not enough to eat, and the only valuable thing in his family was the two heavy loads of books.

The scholar sat in this forest every day, looking for a place to sit, reading until dark, and the days passed by in the sages' books.

At dusk that day, the scholar was reading. When he read about the setting sun, he shouted: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade." Come, the scholar raised his head, and saw a white shadow coming towards his face. It was a crystal white little fox, spotless white, with two eyeballs moving around, and a continuous cry of mourning in his mouth.

Oddly enough, when the little fox ran to the scholar, he suddenly stopped and panted.

The scholar grabbed the little fox and saw an arrow stuck diagonally on the little fox's snow-white hind legs. Blood flowed down the arrow and dyed it red. The little fox whined a few times and turned his eyes towards the scholar, filled with pity and begging.

The scholar sighed: "Little fox, little fox, who has the heart to hurt you so deeply..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of hooves in the distance came like thunder. , the white body of the little fox kept trembling, as if trying to escape from the scholar's hand. The scholar hurriedly held the little fox tightly, gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow, tore off a piece of ragged robe, and wrapped the little fox's wound. Gently put it into the wide sleeves. Strangely enough, the little fox endured the pain and lay motionless in the scholar's arms.

The scholar had just picked up the book when he heard the roar of horse hooves. Dozens of tall horses flew towards them. The leader was a big man with a curly beard, who shouted in a noble manner: "Wuna" Scholar, have you ever seen an injured fox escape?"

The scholar raised his head and said, "Is this a fox with a white body?"

A green figure flashed beside the guest and shouted: "That's right, it's the fox I shot. Where's that little beast?"

The scholar only smelled the fragrance and the wind hit his face. With a smiling face like a flower, the scholar was suddenly panicked and confused. It took him a long time to recover, pointing behind him and stammering: "I just ran from here."

The sweet voice of a girl Said: "Thank you, scholar! Let's chase!"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of riders came leisurely and then left leisurely, leaving only the laughter like silver bells ringing in the scholar's ears.

The scholar murmured: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade." With a snap, the sage's book fell to the ground without even noticing.

The little fox stuck out its head from the cuffs, and woke up the scholar with an ahhh sound. When the scholar saw it, his eyes were filled with sadness and gratitude.

The scholar put his heart aside, stroked the fox gently, and said lovingly: "Little fox, hide quickly, don't let others bully you."

The little fox slipped down his sleeve. , limping legs, surprisingly human, he put his front legs together and made a gesture towards the scholar, squeaked a few times, his snow-white body twisted into a ball, and actually started to dance, only white shadows shone, the little white fox's body and limbs were one, the sunset The west danced gracefully, and the scholar was dumbfounded.

There was also a creaking sound coming from the sudden ground in the distance. The little fox stopped dancing, bowed to the scholar again, reluctantly walked towards his companion, took three steps and looked back, said goodbye, and disappeared into the distant mountains. The scholar patted the dust on his robe, picked up the book and started reading again.

The scholar still sits in the woods reading every day, but every evening he walks along the woods, listening carefully. Whenever there is the sound of horse hooves, the scholar will sit up in surprise, but he no longer I haven’t met the lady in green either.

The scholar doesn’t know that every morning, there is a little white fox next to the dew leaves. It stares at the scholar motionlessly with its bright eyes wide open. When the scholar is reading, the fox remains motionless, as if afraid of disturbing him. The scholar's practice.

The scholar is very strange. Every day when the sun sets in the west, every time the scholar looks at the distant mountains without looking at the woman in green, there seems to be a white shadow on the distant mountains, dancing against the sunset. When the scholar looks for it, , but found nothing.

Day after day, the scholar lived like this. Until he died, he never saw the woman in green again. She and he did not belong to the same world.

Everyone says: A scholar will get nothing from studying all his life. It is really a waste of time. The scholar was alone when he left, but some people said they saw a white fox haunting the scholar's bed. Others said that every year on the scholar's memorial day, someone would pay homage to him at his grave.

Many years have passed, about a thousand years.

The woods were leveled and an official residence was just built here.

Today was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere. It turned out to be the wedding day of the new number one scholar. I heard that the number one scholar was so talented that even the emperor ordered the princess to be betrothed to him, and the whole country celebrated.

The No. 1 Scholar got up very early today, because the housekeeper told him that the princess’s sedan chair would arrive soon, crackle, crackle, crackle..., the sound of the whip was seductive, and the housekeeper hurriedly broke in: "Master! The princess' sedan has arrived, the princess has arrived."

The champion man was so excited that he rushed out and opened the sedan door: "Princess..." He saw the princess dressed in green sitting in the sedan. , with a smile as bright as a flower. The number one scholar felt dizzy for a while: The princess looked so familiar. It seemed that he had seen her countless times in his dreams, but he could never remember her.

On the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, the champion and the princess looked at each other affectionately. The door was suddenly knocked open. The champion took a closer look and saw that it was the maid who had served him for many years. The maid had taken care of the champion since he was a child. She liked to wear white clothes. The maid He walked up to the champion and bowed his head, his eyes full of tears: "Master, my maid has been serving you since childhood, and I have to say goodbye to you today."

The champion suddenly felt heartache: "Why?"

The maid lifted up her trousers, and there was a deep scar on her snow-white leg. The maid pointed at the princess and said, "Before I leave, I want to avenge the death of a single arrow. Please give me a favor." The number one scholar was shocked. Protecting the princess with both hands: "What on earth did you do?"

The maid burst into tears and looked at the champion sadly: "Young Master's kindness of saving me back then, I wish I could repay you right away. Only after a thousand years of practice can I become a Personal life, sincerely promised, today the young master is named on the gold medal, the previous relationship is over, I hope that the young master will cherish it with one kindness."

The maid bowed her head deeply again, bowed and retreated to the depths of the court, gracefully. As she danced, she saw under the bright moon, her white clothes beat the snow, it was like a dream, and when she danced deep into the depths, the maidservant squeaked, her voice was sad.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the number one scholar stands murmuring, as if he has seen the setting sun, the distant mountains, and the group of white shadows singing and dancing on the top of the green mountains. In the dream, the number one scholar's head is full of green shadows, and the dream is full of green shadows. When he wakes up, what the champion is looking for is that graceful white shadow?

After that night, I never saw the maid again. Some people say: deep in the distant mountains, you can always see someone dancing at sunset. The number one scholar has also sent people to look for her countless times. Never found again.

Some people say that the maid cried mournfully that night and sang a song. The song went like this:

I am a fox who has practiced practice for thousands of years

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A thousand years of practice and a thousand years of loneliness

In the dead of night, can someone hear me crying

In the dim light, can someone see me dancing

I am a The fox who has been waiting for a thousand years

A thousand years of loneliness Poison

When I loved you, you were penniless and studying hard

When I left you, you were on the gold list and the bride's bridal chamber was decorated with flowers and candles

Can I dance for you again?

I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago

Look at the fluttering clothes

Everyother's oath has turned into nothingness

Can I dance for you one more time?

Just for the memory of your departure

Look at the fluttering clothes

Eternal and everlasting will turn into nothingness