"Stop talking like that, come here quickly." Aunt Qing stood a step away from the door, looking at the yard inside the fence.
"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng walked over and asked, "Is anyone still living in this yard?"
"Push the door open." Aunt Qing said.
The door was ajar, but there were weeds growing in front of the door, as tall as a person, and the grass was thorny grass with small thorns. It was very uncomfortable to be pricked.
Yu Sheng then commanded Ye Zigao, "Come here and open the door."
"I asked you to push, why did you call me?" Ye Zigao said. He could be lazy and never do anything.
"Go if you are told, I am the shopkeeper." Yu Sheng said.
The first level of officialdom crushed people to death. Ye Zigao had no choice but to walk over with a hatchet, but was stopped by Aunt Qing.
"Let him go." Aunt Qing said.
Yu Sheng was stunned, "Whose aunt are you?"
"Stop blabbering and go open the door." Aunt Qing said.
"Little aunt, you don't like me anymore." Yu Sheng pretended to be pitiful, and when Aunt Qing raised her hand, he grabbed the Ye Zi Gao hatchet and ran forward.
The coiled white snake and the entangled bamboo rat stopped struggling and stared at Yu Sheng.
I spent the rest of my life clearing away weeds and pushing firewood with my hands.
White Snake and Bamboo Rat opened their eyes wide, ready to watch the fun for the rest of their lives, just because there were formations on the fence and door.
They are fully aware of the power of this formation, and every time they think about it, they are filled with fear and heartache.
"Squeak~" Chai Fei was pushed away.
White Snake and Bamboo Rat, who had their eyes wide open, almost dug their eyes out: Why was this door opened? Why was it opened?
A scholar pushed me last time, and he was bounced away too.
"Go in." Aunt Qing pushed Yu Sheng into the yard. After Ye Zigao entered, he asked Yu Sheng to close the firewood door again.
The white snake and the bamboo rat looked at each other. The white snake let go of the big bamboo rat, and the two demons rushed towards Chaimen together.
"Bang~" They were bounced away again, their bodies twitching, painful and itchy, and they wanted to cut themselves into pieces to relieve the pain.
Hearing the noise, Ye Zigao looked back and said, "Hey, why are they hanging on the tree?"
"I'm probably looking for my mother," Yu Sheng said.
He was pushed to the front by Aunt Qing, "lead the way from the front."
"It's not my home, so why should I lead the way?" Yu Sheng walked along the gravel path.
The yard in front of the bamboo house is very wide. There is a vat under the eaves. Lotus flowers are planted in the vat, and the flowers are in full bloom.
There is a pond in the west of the courtyard. There are also lotus flowers in the pond. A group of golden carps swim happily under the lotus leaves, rising from time to time to peck at the ripples of the rain.
The yard is spotless and there are golden carp in the pond. Is there someone living in the bamboo house?
Yu Sheng then shouted: "Is anyone there? Is anyone home?"
No one in the bamboo house responded, so Yu Sheng said: "If you don't agree, I will catch the fish."
There was no sound in the bamboo building. "It seems that there is really no one in the bamboo building." Yu Sheng said to Aunt Qing.
Then this yard is really unusual.
"Go forward." Aunt Qing urged him.
Yu Sheng agreed and moved forward, but after taking a few steps he stopped again, "Hey, the inn also has this wooden table." He pointed to the table under the eaves.
This table is very exquisite, similar to the wooden table placed outside the inn's attic by Aunt Qing. The difference is that this wooden table is engraved with a pattern of a dragon in the sky.
"Enter the building and look at the table later." Aunt Qing said.
The door of the bamboo house was closed tightly, but Yu Sheng pushed it and it didn't move. He leaned forward again, but still couldn't push the door open.
"What to do now?" Yu Sheng said.
"Bump it away." Ye Zigao said.
"It's not your home." Yu Sheng said, "If it gets damaged, be careful the owner will ask you to compensate."
"Let me take a look." Aunt Qing pushed Yu Sheng away and went up to take a look.
The Bamboo House was located deep in the mountains and was unusual. Yu Sheng felt that opening this door required a unique way. "I guess a password is needed," Yu Sheng said.
"What's the password?" Ye Zigao looked at him.
"Open sesame?" Yu Sheng shouted at the door, but it didn't move at all.
Yu Sheng then tried several more, but none worked, so he simply shouted, "The pagoda suppresses the river demon, but the grass doesn't grow high."
"Okay." Aunt Qing waved to Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng stepped forward and said at the same time, "Can this be opened? I didn't expect that my aunt also has the ability to pick locks..."
Before he finished speaking, his aunt squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingernails and smeared the blood on the doorknob while screaming for the rest of her life.
"Auntie, I was wrong, it shouldn't be like this." Yu Sheng apologized, but was soon speechless.
Because after the blood soaked the door, there was no need to push the door, it opened slowly by itself.
Yu Sheng looked at his fingers and then at the door, speechless for a moment.
Ye Zi said: "Hey, that's strange. Are you, the shopkeeper, born to be a master of theft?"
"Could my blood be able to ward off evil spirits and break spells?" I couldn't figure it out for the rest of my life.
"You think it's child urine." Ye Zigao said.
"Or else this bamboo house belongs to me, so my blood can open it." Yu Sheng said.
"Come on, maybe there will be blood." Ye Zigao said.
"Nonsense, Aunt Qing will definitely cut your hand if that happens." Yu Sheng looked at Aunt Qing, "What do you think, little aunt?"
"Let's go in and take a look first." Aunt Qing pushed Yu Sheng forward.
"No, we have to figure this out." Yu Sheng said, "What if there is a magic weapon?"
Even so, they stepped in and saw that only the four walls of the Bamboo Tower lobby were left, and there was nothing else.
Ye Zi laughed and said: "If you find the magic weapon, no one will compete with you."
There are three rooms under the bamboo building. The right side is empty, and the left side is the study room. The bookshelf is empty, except for an oil-paper umbrella on the desk with a piece of paper pressed down on it.
"It's all joy." Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing didn't think so. She walked to the desk and took the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
"It is indeed here." She said happily.
Aunt Qing was easily unhappy, and for the rest of her life she couldn't help but wonder what kind of treasure that oil-paper umbrella was.
He walked up and was about to take a look when Aunt Qing stuffed the piece of paper into his hand.
Yu Sheng looked down and saw only one word written on the paper: sword.
"This word is amazing." Yu Sheng said in amazement.
Ye Zigao came over to take a look, "What's going on?"
"I don't know." Yu Sheng shook his head.
He couldn't see where this word was, but his natural sensitivity to words made him feel that this word was unusual.
Aunt Qing tried to open the oil-paper umbrella, but when she couldn't, she said to Yu Sheng: "One more drop of blood."
"Use his." Yu Sheng pointed at the height of the leaf.
Ye Zigao stretched out his fingers and said enthusiastically: "Sister Qing, don't feel bad for me, use mine."
Aunt Qing looked at him: "Only a ghost feels sorry for you." She said to Yu Sheng: "I can only use your blood for this."
Sometimes a sudden wound doesn't hurt, but when someone cuts it and draws blood, it hurts even more when it hurts in my heart.
This is how it will be for the rest of my life. Aunt Qing said: "I only blame your mother for setting up so many seals."
"My mother!" Yu Sheng was so surprised that his mouth was big enough to hold a big duck egg.
Aunt Qing didn't explain much. After the blood dripped on the umbrella, she opened the oil-paper umbrella with a "snap", and a fierce sword intent rushed towards her face.
I saw swords of different shapes painted on the oil-paper umbrella, arranged in an orderly manner and filling the entire umbrella surface.
These swords are so lifelike that they seem to come alive when turned slightly.
Inspired by it, Yu Sheng now knows where the spirit of the word "sword" is. The spirit of the word "sword" is only there, but the spirit of the sword is vividly displayed on the paper.
"What kind of umbrella is this?" Ye Zigao asked curiously.
"Oil-paper umbrella." Aunt Qing closed it and said to Yu Sheng: "Now this sword...the umbrella belongs to me."
She tapped the piece of paper and said, "This piece of paper was left to you by your mother."
"That's weird, you are so clever and robbed." Yu Sheng said, "How can a mother leave a piece of paper for her son?"