lazy cat hits cute

It's raining again.

The day after Ziyun disappeared, there was a torrential rain in Xiaokanzhuang. From late at night to the next afternoon, the bowl of yellow mud soup outside the house was still rising.Liu Cang cursed and put on his coir raincoat and nailed wooden boards to raise the threshold. Liu Li took a gourd ladle and poured the mud soup outside one after another.

The sound of the rain was violent, and someone could be heard knocking on the iron dial from a distance, singing in a melodious tone: "Coir raincoat—weaving coir raincoat—my coir raincoat is light and warm, and it looks like a fairy when you put it on. You are not afraid of the sun and rain. Leave freshness in the world. Mino—clothes—”

"Uncle, would you like a coir raincoat?"

"Let's go, I have it, I don't want your ragged coir raincoat."

"The coir raincoat on your body is old, why don't you get a new one?"

Liu Lishi interjected, "Two here."

Liu Cang was furious, and hit the hammer hard: "Stinky bitch, you're spending money indiscriminately again!"

Mrs. Liu and Li yelled back at the same volume: "Damn ghost, you are so clean in your coir raincoat! You deserve to be drenched in the rain, do you have a conscience? Why does my mother buy a coir raincoat? Serve you to eat and serve you to wear, buy a coir raincoat What's the matter? Ah? Ah?!"

Liu Cang flinched: "Okay, okay. You're right—why do you want to buy two?"

Mrs. Liu and Li pointed to Westinghouse, "Knit one for Mianmian."

After Liu Cangda nailed the threshold, he picked up the shovel and scooped up the soup. The young coir raincoat maker took off his coir coir raincoat and handed it to Mrs. Liu and Li: "Mother, you put it on first, and I will go into the house to weave."

"Row."

The coir raincoat maker rushed into the west room with a large bundle of coir raincoat grass on his back, took a long breath, untied the coir coir raincoat grass with his backhand, and looked around.

Zhang Qingyang sat on the chair and raised his head, and the two of them looked at each other.The coir raincoat maker looked away, smiled and said to Mianmian, "Are you Mianmian? Come here."

Mian Mian dawdled past, was pulled over by the coir raincoat maker, turned her back to him, put her hands wider than her shoulders and body length, and said briskly: "The little girl has good bones." She bent down and untied the rope that bundled the coir coir coir grass, and Large bundles of coiris are scattered, green and faint, rolling with dew, and fresh grass fragrance.

"Xiao Mianmian, do you have a stool?"

Mianmian was not used to being called a coir raincoat maker, and protested, "My name is not Xiao Mianmian, but Liu Mianmian."

"Understood, Xiao Mianmian."

Mianmian pouted, and gave him a walking stool.

The coir raincoat maker sat down and bent over to pick out the slender coir coir grass. His fingers were long and flexible, and each coir coir coir grass was quickly intertwined between his fingers. He quickly wove a flat neckline, and the coir coir coir grass flew up and down. With a unique rhythm and beauty.Mian Mian watched in amazement, forgot the previous unpleasantness, and sincerely worshiped: "You are so amazing."

Clothesmaker Zhang grinned, "Thank you for the compliment."

He glanced at Zhang Qingyang, who was also watching, sitting solemnly, a living wooden sculpture.

Mianmian moved a chair, sat down next to the coir raincoat maker, and asked humbly, "I always get my hands pricked as a female celebrity, how can I not get my hands pricked?"

"Here, you prick your hand nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and you won't prick your hand again!"

"Ah!" Mian Mian yelled, her eyes wide open, "Impossible, you're coaxing me." She pounced on him, hugging his thigh and shaking violently, the stool tapped firmly, "Tell me, tell me Me!"

"Hey, don't shake it, the grass is shaking. Little ancestor, can I tell you?"

Mianmian stopped shaking, bared her teeth and threatened, "If you coax me again, I'll bite you."

The coir raincoat maker finished weaving the neckline and was about to add more strands. While weaving, he said, "Go and practice, and it won't prick your hands after you finish it."

Mianmian gritted her teeth: "You coaxed me again."

"I'm not kidding you, I'm telling the truth." The coir raincoat maker grinned, and his slightly dark face showed some delicate meaning: "Do you want to hear it?"

Mianmian yawned big.

The coir raincoat maker tells his own story.He was originally the son of a wealthy family, his father hoped that he would embark on the road of cultivation, and spent a lot of money to buy rare medicines to wash his tendons and cut his marrow.However, his aptitude was so poor that he could barely cultivate to the point where he could gather Qi after taking a lot of medicine.

His father spent a lot of money for him, and the family business was abandoned, and he ended up making a living by weaving coir raincoats.

While speaking, he had already started to formally weave the coir raincoat.

"I haven't practiced it for many years, but I still know a little bit of magic." The clothes maker rubbed his eyes and snapped his fingers with his left hand. A cluster of flames burst out and screamed continuously. off.

He weaves locks: "Although I don't have any talent, the benefits of cultivation are real. Take the matter of weaving coir raincoats as an example. I can weave coir coir raincoats faster than ordinary people, and It’s not easy to get hurt if you get stuck.”

Mianmian rested her chin on one hand, shaking her calf sadly: "It will cost a lot of money, my family doesn't have that much money."

"Xiao Mianmian, cultivation depends mainly on talent. If talent is not good, you can only spend money like me, and it's [-]% impossible. Those sects with high talent are willing to give you money to support you, so, ah, reincarnation is a lucky job— —Do you know Beisheng?"

The living wood carving stood up straight.

"Who is Beisheng? I've never heard of it."

"Beisheng, I'm half a fellow villager with you. He is from Zhangjialing Village further north. When he was born, there was a star as big as the moon rising from Beihuang, so he was called Beisheng. It is said that he was born with unobstructed anger and sea. , Cultivation is twice the result with half the effort, one day is worth a year of other people's practice, it's amazing."

"Oh, it's amazing." Mianmian was rather perfunctory.

The coir raincoat maker smiled, stopped talking, and concentrated on weaving the coir raincoat.

The rain outside has subsided.

An exclamation sounded.

"Oh Mr. Big? I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention. You can go into the house and change your clothes."

The old scholar was dressed in yellow mud soup, angry and helpless, rushed into the west room, and threw down the box panting: "Your book." After glancing at the coir raincoat maker, he hurried to the east room to change clothes.

Zhang Qingyang got up and walked slowly towards the box. Mianmian opened the box first, rummaged through it, and found a small paper bag, which contained a piece of red-headed rope with tassels at both ends. She was so happy that she held the red-headed rope and jumped around the room. : "I have a red-headed rope!, I have a red-headed rope!"

The coir raincoat maker looked at the box and said, "The local chronicles?" She looked at Zhang Qingyang with interest, "What do you read the local chronicles for?"

"I want to know where I come from." He bent down slowly, hugging Books in his arms.

The coir raincoat maker regretted: "Is he an orphan? Hey."

Mianmian rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, found a broken mirror that had been treasured for a long time, and then tied her hair happily in front of the mirror, tugging left and right.

The coir raincoat maker compiled it quickly: "I used to have a set of local chronicles at home. There were 35 volumes on the bookshelf. They talked about a certain momentum and pretended to be a face. In fact, there is nothing interesting except for strange and strange chronicles."

With the book in his arms, Zhang Qingyang slowly returned to his chair and sat down. First, he opened the Shanchuan Zhi, and the first page introduced Beihuang.

The Northern Wilderness, the unknowable place among the four great lands in Yongzhou, Hongling territory is bounded by Zhangjialing, and after more than [-] miles, there is an endless wall of flames, a thousand feet high, surrounding the Northern Wilderness.The raging flames are billowing, burning up everything, day and night, and it has been burning for tens of millions of years.

Because of endless flames, the sunset scenery of Beihuang Road is famous all over the world.The setting sun is better than blood, the sky is full of melting flames, ever-changing, the wonders of the world are indescribable, and the sight of them will be unforgettable for a lifetime. Throughout the ages, there are countless poems and songs.

After Endless Yan, it is not only the Ruoshui Tianhe, but also surrounds the Northern Wilderness.The color of the Tianhe River is blue and black, and it is unknown how deep it is thousands of feet.According to ancient history records, weak water has a strange nature, all feathers sink, and it will never freeze.

After Tianhe, it is unknown.Thousands of years ago, countless great powers tried to break into the Northern Wilderness, and their lives and deaths were unknown when they looked for opportunities. The last one was the suzerain of the Yinzong of Kyushu overseas. If he entered, he would die immediately.After that, no one cares about it.

After that, there are records of other mountains and rivers.

Enter it and die immediately.

Zhang Qingyang looked at those four words for a long time.

"Did you see something?" He sighed softly, closed the book, let go, let it slip from his legs, and began to read "Strange Chronicles".

The old scholar changed into clean clothes, walked into the house, stood beside the coir raincoat maker and watched for a while, the body part of the coir raincoat had been woven and was being hemmed.He pointed to the coir raincoat and asked, "How much is a coir raincoat?"

"Eighty pennies a piece, I didn't bring enough grass today, you still have to wait until tomorrow."

The old scholar took out a tattered purse and counted it for a long time, and there were eighty coins each. The coir raincoat maker happily took it over, put it in his pocket, and suddenly smiled at Zhang Qingyang, "This family has coir raincoats." You don't want to come, either?"

Zhang Qingyang raised his head and thought for a while, raised his hand, and clasped his fingers.The old scholar turned pale with fright, rushed forward and slapped his arm down: "I'll pay for his coir raincoat!"

The coir raincoat maker was so happy that his mouth was crooked: "Okay!"

In less than half a day, the coir raincoat maker wove a long coir raincoat, and a half of the coir coir raincoat for Liu Lishi.Mianmian got a red-headed rope today, and got a new coir raincoat, so she swaggered around the village in the coir raincoat and pigtails, frightened.

The coir raincoat maker had a meal at Liu's house and left in the evening.He visited again and said with an apologetic smile, "Look at my memory, I forgot to measure Mr. Big and Mr. Little."

He brought a soft ruler, measured the old scholar, went to measure Zhang Qingyang, and praised, "Your bones are very good."

Zhang Qingyang said slowly: "You told Mianmian, too."

"My cheap master taught me." The coir raincoat maker put away the ruler with a playful smile, and left.

Read, write, read.After reading a few local chronicles, Zhang Qingyang still didn't continue.

Unknowable, unknowable.

He thought of Beisheng, the genius who occupied the first place in the Zhicaizhi, who had read thousands of volumes, had a photographic memory, and was an authority on ancient history.

Maybe, he knows something?

But such a genius has an unattainable status. If you think about it, you will know that it is not easy to talk to him.

First of all, you have to enter the sect.

"Master, how much do you know about Chonglingzong?"

The old scholar stopped writing and rubbed his temples with some headaches: "Chonglingzong is the largest sect in Yongzhou, with a long history. It is almost the only existence in Yongzhou. Only the Hongling royal family dares to fight against it. Others are not enough to compete with it." Shoulder to shoulder."

"Master, do you think I have the qualifications to enter the Spiritual Sect?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know!"

The master can't ask, so I have to ask others.

A few days later, the coir raincoat maker came to the door with three coir raincoats. The old scholar Liu Li was very satisfied with the clothes. Zhang Qingyang put them on slowly. The coir raincoat maker asked enthusiastically, "Does it fit? Does it fit?"

Zhang Qingyang nodded first, then shook his head, and asked, "Do you know how to enter Chonglingzong?"

"Ah?" The coir raincoat maker was taken aback for a moment, "Chonglingzong? Do you want to join the Chonglingzong?"

Zhang Qingyang nodded.

"The Lu family in Beihuang County, every June [-]th, selects disciples on behalf of the Chongling Sect." The clothes maker showed a subtle smile, "If you want to go, you should go as soon as possible. If you are late, it will be too late."