Near noon, you rolled up your sleeves, pretended to be a tourist, walked slowly back to Tianxia Tower on the bluestone road.
At the same time, a car of Xianrenzui from Zhangjia Winery rushed him to Tianxialou.
In the Suzhou market, in a gentle tone, young women and older women rush to rouge shops and silk shops, vying for beauty, leaving behind a group of staring young men, smiling at each other, drinking tea at tea stalls and wine shops. , talking about anecdotes and elegance.
Vendors selling candied haws on a stick make huge straw man made of straw and carry it on their shoulders. The straw man is filled with attractive red candied haws, and they walk through the streets and alleys, shouting non-stop. The crystal clear sour red fruit is the favorite of children. It tugs at the sleeves of adults and screams coquettishly.
"Husband, I want to eat candied haws."
The girl in a dark dress sat astride the jade-faced scholar's shoulders, pointed at the candied haws and ordered.
The female doll looks like three or four years old, with a pink face and a chubby face like a glutinous rice dumpling. The two small tiger teeth in her mouth are fierce when she speaks.
The jade-faced scholar is dressed as a Confucian scholar, and his age cannot be determined. He is a bit more calm than the young scholars, and a bit less majestic than the teachers in the school. His skin is as white as snow. If he puts on women's clothes, he will look stunning.
The scholar pinched the little girl's feet hanging on his chest in protest.
"How many times have I told you not to call me husband."
The female doll patted the scholar's head, "But that's what I called you before."
The scholar didn't say anything and called to the hawker selling candied haws. He took out a copper plate from his sleeve. The hawker got the money and hurriedly handed the straw man to a place where the girl could reach. The girl held her chin and selected for a moment before settling on one. Satisfied, he grabbed one and bit one with his small mouth. His mouth was already small, but one hawthorn filled his mouth. The face that was originally filled with glutinous rice dumplings now looked a lot bigger.
The scholar asked softly: "Can you go?"
Yes, the girl nodded, skewered the candied haws as a riding crop and pointed into the distance, her legs dangling. The scholar carried her through the streets, leaving a crowd of people arguing about whether she was a child bride.
Jun Bubai also carried Su Wan like this when he was a child. As a result, she peed all over his neck and was covered in poison from head to toe. It took him three years of treatment in Shennong Valley to get rid of the poison. For fear that he would be tortured by Su Wan again, Shennong Valley simply helped him. Develop a body that is invulnerable to all poisons.
When I was lost in thought, I suddenly smelled the scent of green onions. It was very familiar. I followed the scent and found the source of the scent in front of a teahouse.
The cart selling scallion pancakes has a stove made half of yellow mud, and a chopping board made of bamboo for kneading dough and chopping onions. On the dark oily spatula on the stove, the vegetable oil squeezed years ago has been fried in the stove. The gray old woman spread the scallion pancakes on the griddle. The old woman's hands were not afraid of the heat of the oil. A faint sapphire color could be seen between her hands. She flipped the pancake quickly with her hands, and the aroma of the onions became even stronger. When it's ready, wrap it in lotus leaves that were dried last year and soaked in this year's mountain spring. It has a unique taste.
"Why are you here in Suzhou!" Jun Bubai came forward to greet him, respectful and happy.
The old woman showed a kind expression, pinched out the golden scallion pancake from the spatula, wrapped it in lotus leaves and handed it to Jun Bubai, "Try it, this year's new recipe."
The scallion pancake is crispy in the mouth, with the fragrance of oil first, then the fragrance of scallions, and finally the fragrance of flour, a mixture of various flours, the proportions are just right, and finally there is a hint of lotus fragrance at the end. After eating a piece of cake, Jun Bubai said: "There is a lot in you."
The old woman laughed heartily. Nothing makes people happier than the recognition from the owner of Tianxialou. He pinched out a few fried pancakes and gave them to Jun Bubai, asking him to give them to others in Tianxialou to try.
After passing the cake, the old woman lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear, "The owner of the village has sent word that you should go to Wanchun Tower during the Youshi period to discuss important matters."
"Why did you choose Wanchunlou?" The young man looked at the acacia button on his left hand. He won't go to the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, firstly because he doesn't like it, and secondly because she doesn't like it.
The old woman started kneading dough to make cakes again, "I'm just a messenger, wait until you see the owner of the village and ask him in person."
He wanted to complain a little more, but the old woman was concentrating on making pancakes, but he couldn't get in the conversation and went back downstairs with the scallion pancakes in hand.
Jun Bubai had just left for a while when the jade-faced scholar walked into the cake stall carrying a girl on his back. There was only one bamboo stick left in the candied haws he just bought. The girl fell in love with the scallion pancake again and ordered the scholar to buy it for him: "Hubby, I want it." Eat scallion pancakes.”
The old woman looked up when she heard the sound and saw the jade-faced scholar. Her hand making the cake froze for a moment.
"The right protector of the Palace of Thousand Demons, Gong Xinyu." The old woman called out the name of the jade-faced scholar. The devil who was famous in the world sixty years ago, but after surgery, his face was as stunning as when he first entered the world.
"Lao Gong, she knows your name." The female doll giggled, making people's hair stand on end.
The jade-faced scholar spoke leisurely and revealed the identity of the old woman, "Jade Rakshasa Luo Qing, in the realm of material transformation, a master of martial arts forty years ago."
The old woman's hands have been dyed sapphire color, and her rickety body has straightened up little by little, ready to go.
Gong Xinyu looked indifferent, groped in her sleeves for a while, and took out an embroidered purse, "Your transformation realm can't defeat me. Today I just go shopping with the palace master. I don't kill anyone. How much is a scallion pancake?"
The old woman didn't answer, her heart was filled with despair. Originally, only Gong Xinyu might have a chance to escape, but when he said the word "Palace Master", the old woman guessed the identity of the girl, who could sit on the shoulder of Gong Xinyu, the right protector of the Palace of Thousand Demons for more than sixty years, and give orders. The only character among them is Demon Lord Jiangnan, an old monster in the Immortal Realm.
The realm of immortality varies from person to person. Jiangnan's appearance should be like rejuvenation.
The girl's eyes were bright and she stretched out two fingers, "Grandma, I want two."
Saying "grandma", the old woman softened her heart. There are also juniors of this age in the family. She restrained her skills and returned to her old self, bending down to make cakes.
Two cakes and four copper coins. Gong Xinyu placed the coins on the chopping board one by one. He had been used to it for many years and he didn't like others to touch him.
The female doll held a piece of cake in one hand. She ate it until the corners of her mouth were dripping with oil, and it rubbed off Gong Xinyu's hair and clothes. After the girl finished eating two pieces of cake, she threw away the lotus leaves and wiped her oily hands directly on Gong Xinyu's collar.
The old woman had never seen such Gong Xinyu. She remembered the spotless Gong Xinyu. She had to burn incense and bathe before killing people, and wear new clothes after killing people.
The two walked away, and the old woman found that her back was soaked with cold sweat. The old woman gathered her thoughts, knelt down, reached into the hidden compartment of the cart and grabbed a gray pigeon. Using his hand as a pen, he wrote a few lines of small green characters on the soft abdomen of the pigeon. After writing the words, he threw the pigeon into the air. The gray pigeon flapped its wings and disappeared in mid-air.
On the street, the female doll played with Gong Xinyu's soft, boneless ears, pinching them for a while and stretching them for a while.
She must be spotless at all times, and the scallion oil on her clothes makes Gong Xinyu feel uncomfortable all over, "I'm going to the silk shop to buy new clothes."
The female doll has become accustomed to it, "Okay, Lao Gong, you can make another dress by the way."
Gong Xinyu was puzzled: "Didn't you just buy this outfit?"
The female doll kicked her legs to sit firmly and suppressed a smile: "It's not for me."
Demon Lord Jiangnan has a bad taste, leading Gong Xinyu to wear a skirt.
The adopted son of the Demon Lord Jiangnan, the right protector of the Thousand Demons Palace, the famous demon leader, the spotless palace heart language, his face is like a pig's liver at this moment, the shadow of his childhood is lingering, begging for mercy:
"Dad, be noble and please let me go. Your yin and yang are both male and female, but I am a real man."
The female doll punched Gong Xinyu on top of her head. The fist was too small and weak. "I am a girl now. You have to call me mother. You were so happy when I gave you a dress when you were a child. Why do you dislike it so much now? No." , I will wear it today.”
Gong Xinyu kept silent and carried Jiang Nan to Jiang's Silk Shop, thinking that she would buy herself new clothes and then use the excuse of not having money to avoid this disaster.
Jun Bubai returned to Tianxialou and handed several cakes given by the old woman to Lou Wanchun. Lou Wanchun put one in his arms and gave it to Yang's mother to take back, and shared the rest with others.
After Lou Wanchun finished eating the cake, Jun Bubai called him to the small courtyard alone and asked, "Is there anything secret in Wanchun Tower that no one knows about?"
When Jun Bubai asked, Lou Wanchun misunderstood, thinking that he couldn't hold himself back and wanted to look for flowers and willows. He was frightened and waved his hands in denial, "There is no secret passage, there is no secret passage."
Lou Wanchun knew very well that if Fairy Ye knew that he was the one who led the way, she would probably not be able to see the sun tomorrow. He stabilized his mind, swallowed his saliva, and advised earnestly, "Master, you must not make any mistakes. Although Ye Xianzi is currently in seclusion, there are many eyeliners of the Qing Department in Suzhou City. If someone sees it, he will add fuel to the fire and spread it to Ye Xianzi. Fairy ears, no one can save you then."
Jun Bubai glared at him, "What are you talking about? I'm going to see Bai Xiaosheng."
Lou Wanchun was thoughtful and murmured in a low voice: "No wonder she said last night that an important guest was coming. It turned out to be Bai Xiaosheng."
There were distinguished guests at Wanchun Tower last night, and Mother Yang welcomed them personally.
Jun Bubai asked: "Do you know where he lives?"
"It should be the top floor."
"That's okay. It's fine at night when it's dark and the sword is in mid-air."
"The landlord wants to climb in through the window?"
"If you don't go in, just say it outside the window."
"That's good. Men should stay safe when they go out."
It is really puzzling for a person who has lived in Wanchun Building all year round to say something like this. Jun Bubai really wanted to know what Yang’s mother would teach Lou Wanchun in private.
The white clothes on her body were too eye-catching and it was inconvenient to go out at night. Lou Wanchun suggested that Jun Bubai go to Jiangjia Silk Store to buy a black suit.
The Jiang family is located in the south of the Yangtze River, raising silkworms and weaving cloth. In the silk shop, silks, satins, brocades, silks and linens are available in various styles, and there are also ready-made garments.
Wanchunlou's new clothes every year are all custom-made by Jiang's Silk House. Lou Wanchun has benefited from Yang's mother, and occasionally gets a few. Ever since Yang's mother started learning female celebrities, she has never enjoyed it again.
Time waits for no one. Just now, he was walking slowly back to Tianxialou and went out again. Jun Bubai went straight with his sword and hurried on. A stick of incense landed in the alley near Jiangjia Silk Shop.
Sheathed the sword, walked a few steps, and entered the Jiang Family Silk Shop.
The shopkeeper of the silk shop is a middle-aged woman with a graceful figure, outlined in rouge and gouache, with long dark hair tied into a bun and decorated with hairpins. She has a noble face and enchanting body. Normally, she only counted the numbers in the ledgers on the second floor. Today, for the first time, she went down to the first floor and gathered around the jade-faced scholar whom Jun Bubai had just seen on the street.
"Your Majesty, you have really good taste. This is the most popular brocade this year. Use it to make clothes that best match your status."
Welcoming guests and seeing them off, watching people place dishes, the woman had seen many distinguished guests, and in Gong Xinyu, she saw a dignity that only the nobles of Chang'an could match.
The girl in a dark dress was eating candied fruits on a round stool nearby. She was so small that two futons were placed on the round stool to barely reach the candied snacks on the table. The girl took a sour plum in her mouth and asked in a milky voice. , "Sister, can this be made into a skirt?"
When someone called her sister, the woman was happy and replied with a smile: "Of course I can make a skirt. What kind of skirt do you want? I can help you choose it."
The woman waved, and the boy held a book of patterns and handed it to her, "Little sister, look at these various clothing styles. If you like anything, tell my sister and she will help you make it."
The designs are novel and combine styles from all over the country. Every time you turn a page, the girl will pause for a moment, looking fascinated. The sour plums clutched in the palm of her hand roll down to the ground and roll until they reach Jun Bubai's feet.
Don't waste food. You bent down to pick up that sour plum.
As soon as my fingertips touched the sour plums, the surrounding scenery changed. It was no longer a silk shop, but a river, an endless river as far as the eye could see.
"You are Su Rou's son." There was the voice of the jade-faced scholar Gong whispering in the river. He stepped on the river, one step at a time.
He was able to call out his mother's maiden name with such force that he must be an enemy. Jun Bubai asked, "Who are you!"
The right hand pointed at the sword, and a long sword flew out with force like breaking a bamboo. The long sword penetrated Gong Xinyu, like crashing into a mirage. His figure floated away and appeared in another place. Gong Xinyu turned around, took a few steps closer to Jun Bubai, stretched out her hand and touched her eyebrows.
"Back then, my father was cared for by your mother in Tianxialou, and I have come here to return the favor today." The word "care" is full of murderous intent. If he hadn't gone into seclusion and broken through the state of selflessness at that time, the Demon Lord would not have spent ten years in Tianxialou setting fires. Life is ridiculed by people in the world.
The river turned into a valley, Jun Bubai fell from the clouds, the wind hurt his eardrums, and the sword fell slowly. The invisible sword intention in his left hand has been swung out.
Gong Xinyu stepped on a flying bird and flew down, avoiding the sword intention. The sword intention split the blue sky open, and asked: "You used the invisible sword intention of the Sword Emperor and the crazy sword of the Sword God. What about Su Rou's falling flowers and flowing water?" ?”
"My mother didn't teach me, that's what my mother did, why didn't you come to her, come to me!" Jun Bubai complained as the second sword struck out, followed by dozens of long swords.
The second sword intention, Gong Xinyu did not hide, she just stretched out two fingers to pinch off the sword intention, and lightly waved the hovering sword with her sleeves, "Before entering the realm of immortality, you cannot shake the Sword Emperor and the Sword God. The mother's debt is paid by the son. , the same goes for you."
Jun Bubai wanted to curse in his heart.
As if she could hear what he was thinking, Gong Xinyu stepped forward and nodded again.
In the kitchen where the water was boiling downstairs, Jun Bubai was tied up and thrown into the soup pot.
Gong Xinyu was chopping firewood aside and adding dry wood to the stove. The more wood there was, the stronger the fire became. The soup pot gradually began to boil, so hot that Jun Bubai was flailing in the pot.
"Hey, hey, if I die here, those people in our family won't let you go." If you can't beat them, you'll move out of your family. It's a life-or-death situation, and it's important to save your life.
Gong Xinyu added another piece of firewood to the stove, stood up, and washed her hands in the hot pot.
"Are you two a little presumptuous in our Jiang Family Silk Shop?" A young and majestic voice said. Silk threads sprouted from nowhere and cut into the kitchen, and the entire scene was shattered like a mirror.
Jun Bubai returned to the silk shop, still bending down to pick up sour plums, but the sour plum had already been pinched into his hand.
Looking around, I didn't see the jade-faced scholar or the girl doll.
Just like a dream, Huangliang is a dream.
In an alley not far away, a girl in purple, playing with a spider in her palms, stopped Gong Xinyu and Jiang Nan. The girl was carrying two volumes of brocade on her back.
"This is my young master's apology to you. This matter was done by my young master alone and does not represent the Jiang family."
Gong Xinyu asked straight to the point, "Jiang Fanyi has entered the realm of selflessness."
The girl pouted, "Young Master just asked me to deliver Yun Brocade, I can't tell you anything else."
Gong Xinyu smiled and said nothing, turned her head, and glanced at Jiangjia Silk Shop with disappointment. As long as Jun Bubai was at Jiangjia Silk Shop, he could not take action again, so he might as well be a favor.
"I accepted the brocade. Today I'm just going shopping with the palace master. I don't care about politics." Gong Xinyu waved her sleeves, and the two volumes of brocade were carried by an invisible wave of air and flew to the two of them.
The girl bowed, climbed up the wall, and disappeared.
Gong Xinyu carried Jiang Nan on his back and walked into the market.
