Fairy Bixia returned to her room. There was another person in the room at this time.
"Have you met Ye Long?"
Yu Jizi was leaning on a corner at this time, looking at Fairy Bixia with some teasing.
"You said he is the enemy of the demon clan?"
"Not only that, there is a bigger secret about him, do you want to know?" Yujizi's smile became more obvious, while Fairy Bixia didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
"I know you have prejudices against my identity, but I still need to tell you Ye Long's identity, and I believe you will be very interested."
"What do you want to say?"
"Ye Long, he is the reincarnation of Xu Xian."
"What did you say?"
The name Xu Xian was already very familiar to Fairy Bixia, and her memories slowly came to her mind.
A thousand years ago, the demon clan had a mountain with a bamboo forest and a snake in the bamboo forest.
She is Bai Suzhen, who has practiced for thousands of years and is just waiting to become a human being tonight.
Even though she had heard other old monsters say that transformation was dangerous, she realized that transformation was even more dangerous than what they said after being in the situation.
Even the snow in the sky is like a knife, causing pain to the body. Monsters take shape, and the world cannot tolerate it. But if you escape the catastrophe, you will have eternal life.
So it hid under the largest and oldest bamboo in the bamboo forest, hoping to spend the night safely.
The snow became denser and the sky became darker. Just above its head, a vortex slowly expanded from small to large, as if it was going to be sucked in. Several golden snake-like lightnings were looming in the sea.
It has lived for a thousand years and has never seen such a huge momentum. It coiled its body tightly, buried its head and trembled.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind and faint thunder could be heard in the sky.
He raised his head slightly and took a peek at the sky, and immediately turned pale with fear.
With a "boom", a bolt of lightning that was thicker than it struck down on its head, with a devastating momentum that caught it off guard and could only close its eyes and resign itself to fate.
No wonder so many monsters don't want to transform, preferring to be the lowest beings in the world. It turns out that the catastrophe is so terrible.
In fact, it doesn't think there's anything wrong with being a snake, but when it hears people who occasionally go up the mountain talking about things down there, it really wants to see the outside world.
It likes to be a snake, but it doesn't want to be a snake that stays on the mountain forever.
But now, I'm afraid I can't even make a snake. It would be strange if such a big lightning didn't kill it.
It closed its eyes tightly and sat there waiting for death. But for a long time, nothing happened.
Finally, it raised its head and slowly opened its eyes...
Just above the head, an umbrella hangs quietly, shining brightly, becoming the only light in the night, blocking everything for it...
"I won't do it anymore!" Xiaoman threw the skeleton away and found a pile of messy peach blossom paper in front of him.
Bai Suzhen was helpless, and sure enough, she gave up her stall again. He picked up Xiaoman's umbrella, but it was less than half covered, and the good umbrella hadn't been finalized yet.
"Girl, you will starve to death in the future."
Xiaoman looked unconcerned: "I don't have to be an umbrella in the future."
"But you only have one master who can make umbrellas."
Xiao Man picked up Bai Suzhen's umbrella and looked at it carefully. The bamboo bones were warm and cool, the umbrella surface fit seamlessly, and the flowers on it were so beautiful that the umbrella alone exuded a magnificent and coquettish look.
"So, having you as my master is enough. One umbrella is enough for our food rations for a year."
"You only rely on me? What if I'm gone?"
Xiaoman put down his umbrella with innocent eyes: "Bai Suzhen, why are you not here? You will be here even if I am not here!"
Alas, here it comes again. Bai Suzhen shut her mouth.
In the more than ten years since he picked this little girl up, he had spent a lot of time teaching her how to make an umbrella. But even if he memorized the eighty-two steps, Xiaoman still couldn't make an umbrella. If it weren't for Xiaoman,
Man is no different from an ordinary person. He really has to suspect that he has picked up an idiot.
Xiao Bai Suzhen took Xiaoman's umbrella and continued to put it on: "No matter what, you can make one. After all, we have to make a tribute umbrella in a few days. Although I am the one making it, you are still a green umbrella."
It’s always a bad thing if a descendant of the church doesn’t know how to do it.”
Xiaoman frowned: "Bai Suzhen, why do you have to make that tribute umbrella? Isn't this bad now? We are already so famous in Qiantang."
The peach blossom paper was soaked in persimmon oil, and Bai Suzhen carefully glued it: "Just because we are famous, we can't shirk it. The emperor's order cannot be violated."
Xiaoman couldn't refute. Bai Suzhen was right. When an imperial edict came down, even though it was in the form of "are you willing?", it was obvious that the only way to do it was to promise. In the end, he had to say bitterly: "It's better not to be so famous."
!”
Look, the childishness is back again.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it has a name or not. It’s just that each of the umbrellas in Bai Suzhen’s hands has been made with her own efforts and is unique in the world. So how could gold not shine? Only the second year after moving to Hangzhou, Hangzhou
There is a saying that the south is green and the north is white.
Nanqing refers to Bai Suzhen's Qingtang, and Beibai refers to Baifu, a famous umbrella maker.
Qingtang's umbrellas have complex flower patterns and bright colors, which are charming and enchanting. Officials and people flock to them, while Baifu's umbrellas are plain and elegant with simple decorations, which are loved by literati. Green in the south and white in the north have become the style of oil-paper umbrellas in Hangzhou.
symbol.
It's just that both Baifu and Qingtang only sell one umbrella per month, and they are worth thousands of gold. The difference is that when Bai Suzhen meets someone she likes, she will give it to them for free.
Whether it is pleasing to the eye or not always depends on personal standards, which means that what is pleasing to the eye does not necessarily mean that Xiaoman is also pleasing to the eye. Some people are very, very, extremely displeasing to Xiaoman. For example, the person in front of you.
"What are you doing here again?" Xiaoman blocked the door with his hands on his hips, not letting the person in front of him enter the house.
"Today some new medicines came from the drugstore. Last time I saw Bai Suzhen's hands and feet were cold, so I brought him some to keep the cold away." The scholar smiled good-naturedly, not at all frightened by Xiaoman's attitude.
"Huh, Bai Suzhen doesn't need this. He's fine. He won't even go to see Grandpa Buddha if you go."
"Xiaoman! You're talking nonsense again!" A scolding sound came from behind, and Bai Suzhen walked out with an apology on her face.
The scholar didn't mind, but just shook the medicine in his hand: "You gave me an umbrella that day, and I knew I didn't have the money to pay you back, so I could only give you some medicine."
Bai Suzhen drove the arrogant Xiaoman aside and pulled the scholar into the room. The light fragrance of medicine drifted from her side, but Xiaoman's face darkened, and he no longer showed any hint of laughter.
It’s rainy in Hangzhou in early summer. It’s been raining for three days now, and it shows no signs of stopping.
Xiao Man held the umbrella Bai Suzhen had just made and played in the rain, letting the rain soak his clothes.