"Come on, this umbrella has my hard work on it," Yu Sheng said.
"Effortless effort?" Ye Zigao was surprised.
"Blood flowing from my heart." Yu Sheng said.
Having newly obtained an oil-paper umbrella, Aunt Qing was in a good mood and had no intention of using brute force to make her surrender for the rest of her life.
She patted Yu Sheng's head and said, "Good boy, this piece of paper is also a treasure."
Yu Sheng shook off the paper without looking at it, "What kind of treasure is this broken paper? Don't fool me."
"Hey, shopkeeper, there are words on the back of this paper." Ye Zigao said.
Just now, they only paid attention to the strange oil-paper umbrella, and never saw the words on the back.
I turned it over in my life and saw two words written on the paper: betrothal gift.
"Look, look." Yu Sheng said, "Let me just say that this umbrella was left to me by my mother, and it was prepared for my future marriage."
Aunt Qing's expression changed slightly, and she didn't expect that the person would leave her alone.
But the thought was fleeting, and she already had a countermeasure, "It's still too early for you to get married, so I'll keep this umbrella for you first."
"Then at least let me take a look." Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing had no way to refuse, so she could only hand him the oil-paper umbrella, "Be gentle, don't break it."
"Don't worry, this is for my future wife." Yu Sheng said and opened the umbrella.
The sword on the umbrella is lifelike, as if it can be taken off at any time. The handles are different, and it looks like a famous sword.
It's just that Yu Sheng doesn't understand swords and doesn't know the origin of these swords. He just looked up and down.
"Be gentle." Aunt Qing was deeply afraid that the rest of her life would be damaged.
"Don't worry, if I break it, I'll break my wife." Yu Sheng touched the umbrella handle inch by inch.
"What are you looking for?" Aunt Qing asked.
"Looking for a way to use this magic weapon." Yu Sheng said, "Does it also involve bleeding?"
"Is she still my biological mother? If she uses her too many times, won't she drain me dry?" Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing raised her head and looked at the wall, "Give me the umbrella and I'll tell you."
Yu Sheng had not yet covered the heat, so he continued to wonder, "Is it also necessary to recite a spell?"
He held the handle of the umbrella and said, "In the name of the umbrella, I am here!"
"You thought it was a wooden sword." Aunt Qing took the opportunity to grab it, "This is just an oil-paper umbrella."
"I don't believe it." Yu Sheng said.
"I tell you it won't work." Aunt Qing said, "Only sword energy can use this umbrella."
"So I can only marry a wife with sword spirit?" Yu Sheng shook his head.
"you are not willing?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't beat her." Yu Sheng said.
He put the paper in his pocket, and Aunt Qing said: "Don't waste it, this paper is really a treasure."
"What treasure?" Yu Sheng stopped and looked at the paper in his hand.
"Put a drop of blood on the paper." Aunt Qing said.
"I suspect I picked it up." Yu Sheng reluctantly squeezed out a drop and dropped it on the paper. The blood stains quickly disappeared, but the paper did not move at all.
Seeing Yu Sheng's confusion, Aunt Qing said: "Put your hand on the word 'bride price'."
I followed my words for the rest of my life, and the words "betrothal gift" on the paper disappeared with a touch of my hand.
"This..." Yu Sheng was extremely disappointed, "It's really a magic weapon."
"Of course, it's for you to practice calligraphy." Aunt Qing said.
"She is really clever and clever," Yu Sheng said.
Seeing that he was disappointed, Aunt Qing said: "Don't get a cheap deal. This piece of paper is called 'One Page Book', and it is the dream of the painting fairy."
"Of course, I made a mistake and saved paper." Yu Sheng said.
"Wrong, the painting fairy wants it because painting on this paper saves fairy power, and the objects falling on the paper will be stronger." Aunt Qing said.
Ye Zi is good at painting dragons. Hearing this, he said with envy: "Shopkeeper, don't give it to me, so I can paint dragons."
"No." Yu Sheng put it away, "At least I won't have to buy paper when I practice calligraphy in the future."
A piece of paper is very expensive, and it has to be wasted when practicing calligraphy. This saves a lot of money.
"Then use them together." Ye Zigao said, "You use the front and I use the back. Is that okay?"
Aunt Qing said: "Don't erase the word 'sword', that word is of great use."
"You heard it, it's very useful. I've used the back, so you have no use for it." Yu Sheng carefully put the paper in his arms.
Ye Zigao said: "You are so stingy, so don't blame me for not giving you some advice."
"What are you telling me?" Yu Sheng looked at Ye Zigao.
"Promise me to use this paper to draw, and I will tell you." Ye Zigao said.
"Forget it, anyway, with your IQ, there's nothing you can teach me about," Yu Sheng said.
"I am a lover." Ye Zigao glanced at Aunt Qing quietly.
"A lover who casts a wide net and cannot catch any fish?" Yu Sheng said, "No need to ask you to give me advice. As long as I don't do what you do, I will definitely succeed."
He patted Ye Zigao's shoulder and said, "You don't need to say anything, you are already my mentor in life."
"Hey, let me tell you, this is about you..."
Ye Zigao was about to say it, but was interrupted by Aunt Qing, "What are you dawdling about?"
"Yes, don't waste time, look for any other treasures." Yu Sheng was keen on treasure hunting, "Look around, this is my home."
"You're welcome." Aunt Qing glanced at Bai Yusheng, then glared at Ye Zigao fiercely.
Ye Ziqiao shrank his neck, pointed and pursed his lips, secretly promising something to Aunt Qing.
Seeing Yu Sheng turn around, Ye Zigao hurriedly looked up at the wall, "Is there something missing on the wall?"
He pointed to the wall next to the bookshelf. There was a mark on it that looked like a beast.
"It must have been hung with an animal skin." Yu Sheng said, "It was probably picked off later."
The two of them searched again and found that there was nothing in the study. They searched the other two rooms and found nothing.
The same is true for the two rooms after going upstairs. Only the third boudoir has an empty bed with a cypress pillow.
Ye Zi took a step forward and grabbed the bed, looking at the bed board, "Is this also a treasure?"
"This is it." Yu Sheng hugged the cypress pillow and saw a crack on the back of the cypress pillow.
"It is indeed a treasure." Aunt Qing said.
"What's it for?" Yu Sheng asked. He squeezed out a drop of blood while speaking.
"This doesn't require blood," Aunt Qing said.
It was too late, and blood drops were already dripping on the cypress pillow.
"This pillow is for dreaming." Aunt Qing said, "Do you still remember the story of Huang Liang Yimeng?"
"Remember." Yu Sheng nodded, "Isn't that the ability of the Sleeping Fairy?"
The story of Huang Liang Yimeng is roughly the same as that of the previous life. The difference is that the person with this magical power is a sleeping fairy in the wilderness.
This sleeping fairy can kill people in his dreams and can also control the dreams of others. The story of a pillow of yellow beams in the wilderness comes from him.
Aunt Qing said: "This pillow belongs to him, but your mother snatched it away later."
"Robbing?" Yu Sheng was surprised, "Could it be possible that you have found the wrong house and are trying to rob the Sleeping Fairy's things? Isn't that my mother?"
"Then put your things down?" Aunt Qing said.
"My heart's blood is flowing on it." Yu Sheng said, "This is mine."
"She really has the same virtue as your mother." Aunt Qing said.
"This proves that I didn't pick it up." Yu Sheng said.
Not bothering to question the mysterious mother carefully, Yu Sheng asked: "Can you experience wealth and glory in your dreams by leaning on this pillow?"
"You must need immortal power." Aunt Qing said, "Only when immortal power is poured into it, can you dream what you want to dream."
Yu Sheng handed it to Aunt Qing, "What are you doing?" Aunt Qing said, it would be great if Jian Umbrella was as active.
"Please help me, City Lord." Yu Sheng said, "This is the only way."
"What do you want to dream about?" Ye Zigao was curious.
For the rest of his life, he pondered, "I'll spend some time with the Queen Mother of the West, chat with the ten witches from Lingshan, and I'll be here with three thousand beauties. Come back again..."
With a "bang" sound, the oil-paper umbrella hit Yu Sheng's head, "Is Xianli used to satisfy you with these things?"