The Republic of China Demon Cloud Records

Sui Ren took the remnants of the drought and went back to the headquarters of Yichasi to find his master. Tang Xi was dragged out of the bed by Meng Er rolling her waist with a branch. She dozed off with half-closed eyes, while the little ants held The clothes that had been prepared a long time ago came in from the door.

Help her little husband to dress, put on shoes and socks, and then prepare tooth powder for her to brush her teeth, and wipe her face with a handkerchief. This is not to blame for the corruption of Tangxi's life. She has been busy training her with Meng Er these days. With the ability to seal, after closing the store every day, they are pulled together to order troops for the monsters in the painting scroll.

After everything was tidied up, Tangxi woke up with half-opened eyes. Su Yuer was also wearing a cheongsam and holding a small jade bowl in her hand, which was full of medicinal juice.

But don't underestimate the fact that this medicine is made of high-quality spiritual plants. It smells sweet and sweet, and bitter tears can flow down after drinking it.After Tangxi was cheated once, he could no longer look directly at it.

Looking at the medicine in Su Yuer's hand, she wished she could faint immediately, and howled, "Why are you still drinking today?"

Su Yuer coaxed her patiently, another plate contained freshly made red bean cakes, and she sat in front of the small round table in the house with a smile on her face: "This medicine is different from yesterday's ingredients, it's not as bitter as it is."

Tangxi stood suspiciously in front of the table, sniffing the smell, and it didn't smell so sweet, but it might be a kind of medicine that smells bad and doesn't taste good.

Su Yuer put the red bean cakes on the table: "The bean paste was boiled today. I picked out one by one and added a lot of sugar. I'm sure it will overwhelm any medicinal taste in one bite."

Seeing the red bean crisps, Tangxi was a little shaken, and sat down helplessly. First, he took a piece of red bean cakes and bit them into his mouth to melt them, and asked, "How long will I have to drink this medicine? Different medicine."

Because sealing and manipulating the monsters in the scrolls are very exhausting, the Tang family used to be highly capable but short-lived, so generations of ancestors are keen on researching tonics.

In Tangxi's generation, there is a complete list of medicines. In order to restore her condition, she takes medicinal baths every day. Tangxi sniffs her wrist and feels that she was born from a pile of traditional Chinese medicine.

After she finished eating a piece of snack, Su Yuer stuffed the medicine in her hand, Tangxi took a deep breath, pinched her nose with puffy cheeks and drank it down in one gulp.

Her brows were knit together, and she hiccupped and almost wanted to spit out, so she quickly stuffed a mouthful of red bean cakes. Fortunately, Su Yuer's skill in making dim sum is almost unrivaled, so she didn't lie to him, and only ate a mouthful of red bean cakes , let the bitterness be suppressed.

Su Yuer heaved a sigh of relief, held Tangxi's face and wiped the corners of her lips. The more she looked at her little gentleman, the cuter she became. Er and Su Yuer fiddled with each other.

After taking the medicine and snacks, he ate two yuan, and was taken to the courtyard for dinner. After drinking two bowls of chicken porridge, the guests in front were already full, and the little ant essence wrapped Tangxi's seat with a layer of cushions. Tangxi rande medicated bath has the effect of reshaping a strong body.

But at the current stage, her skin is like that of a baby, and it is easy to bump and feel very uncomfortable. Tang Xi was about to sit down on the seat, when she saw a child squatting by the door.

Children under the age of five are generally not allowed to enter the teahouse, because it is difficult for children to sit patiently, and they may want to run around halfway through the story. In order to prevent children from being lost and crying, this is what happened Regulation.

But the kid was squatting at the door with his chubby little face in his hands, Tangxi became curious, so he called the little girl beside him and whispered, "Whose family does that kid belong to? Is your lord coming in to listen to the book?"

The little girl frowned, looking worried that Tangxi would scold others, and said: "The child's adult is not in the teahouse, I don't know where he came from, but he just keeps holding the door and won't leave. If anyone touches him, he will cry. "

Tangxi felt a little interesting, scratched her hair and asked, "How long has he been here, and why does he come every time?"

Seeing that Tangxi's expression was not angry, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that I came here only two days ago, and I came here to listen to the story, but it's not noisy."

Tangxi was a little curious, could the little baby listen to Meng Er's stories for so long? She thought about the book she wrote, and felt that the love and love in it would not be understood by such a little Douding.

She blinked her eyes, and asked the little girl to ask the child if he would like to come in and listen to her, and if he wanted to, let him take it to his parents to talk.

The little girl agreed, Tangxi took a look and then leaned comfortably on the chair to listen to the story. Meng Er walked to the stage with a fan, sat behind the table, and began to arrange the small props on the table.

The audience in the audience looked forward to it, chatting left and right and waiting for the time to start the lecture. The little girl came in with a child in her arms. Tangxi asked her to press a place next to her table. Tangxi took a piece of red bean cake and asked: "You What's your name, have you come to listen to stories every day recently? What are your adults letting you run around?"

The little chubby pierced a sky cannon hairstyle on the top of his head, but he took the snack and put it in his mouth to eat without fear of strangers: "My name is Li Zhaoyang, my father is a monkey trainer, just around the corner As for the performance, I didn't run around, if you take me out, he can see it as soon as he looks up."

Tangxi was very fond of his chubby face, and felt cute when he saw the little guy eating like a squirrel with bulging cheeks: "Slow down, have you understood after listening for so many days?"

Zhaoyang blinked, and sighed pretending to be mature: "I can probably understand it, but I don't think it sounds good enough."

Telling stories in front of the author and storyteller is not good, and the reason why he hasn't been kicked out is probably because he is relatively young. Tangxi couldn't help asking, "Oh? What story do you think is good?"

This question was like flipping a strange switch. Zhaoyang immediately stood up from his seat, cleared his throat and shouted: "Of course the story of Monkey King, the Monkey King, is so good!"

The immature child's voice resounded in the teahouse, and the little guy clumsily made a few great saint poses. The whole teahouse was attracted by him, and then laughed out loud.

Meng Er's movements also stopped, he looked at Zhaoyang with some interest, the little guy found himself making everyone laugh, but he imitated a few poses without stage fright at all, then looked at Meng Er with glowing eyes and said: "Storytelling Sir, when can you tell the story of Monkey King."

The story of Monkey King, the Monkey King, is familiar to everyone, but everyone who pays money to come to the teahouse wants to hear new ghost stories, and this old story needs everyone's opinions.

Most people in the teahouse received Zhaoyang's idea, and someone asked, "Can you tell a story about Monkey King that you haven't heard before."

This question aroused everyone's agreement. Since Meng'er told stories well, they didn't mind teasing him, to see if they could embarrass the other party in this regard.

Meng Er didn't panic at all, he slammed the fan lightly twice in his hand, and then said: "I have a story about the Monkey King, but you must have never heard of it."

The teahouse was quiet, and Zhaoyang sat down obediently after hearing the words Monkey King, looking at him eagerly, Menger's Xingmu knocked: "You must have heard of the real and fake Sun Dasheng. Let’s talk about the story, there is more than one sky-replenishing stone in this world, but only this stone gave birth to Sun Dasheng, this story is about Sun Dasheng’s monkey grandson.”

After a story was told, Zhaoyang sat on the seat and was unwilling to leave. He ran up to Meng Er and asked, "Big brother, big brother, are there really descendants of Sun Dasheng in the world?"

Although Zhaoyang is young, he has a lot of ideas. He has heard many stories about the Great Sage, and he also wants to have such an apprentice who can fight monsters, but he can also figure it out from the stories. Sun Dasheng has become a fighting Buddha. It is impossible to become his own apprentice.

But the descendants in the story are different. The little monkey and the child are a good pair. Meng Er sat on the seat with a smile and looked at this clever child.

The child's aptitude is considered to be above average. If a monk finds out that he is accepted as an apprentice, it would be good, especially if the child's shoulder is actually listening to the primordial soul of a little monkey.

It was a palm-sized little monkey, showing a translucent shape, with a faint golden light all over its body, its tail curled up slightly, standing on Zhaoyang's shoulder and jumping from side to side.

Meng'er took a sip of tea, then looked away and said, "Of course." The little monkey was still jumping up and down on Zhaoyang's shoulder, presumably it was the family's protector fairy.

Zhaoyang's face was full of excitement, and when he wanted to ask something, a man walked outside: "Son, get ready to go."

It was Zhaoyang's father, Li He, who painted a monkey's costume with oil paint on his face, held two chains in his hands, and led two little monkeys.

Zhaoyang turned his head and said reluctantly, "Hey, Dad, I want to play for a while."

The two little monkeys looked at Meng'er and Su Yu'er spiritually, and sat on the ground obediently without daring to move.

Li He looked at his youngest son, it is impossible for him to go to eat and leave his son here alone, he scratched his hair, the oil paint on his face was a bit faded and he had to go back to touch up his makeup: "I will bring you here tomorrow, gone."

Seeing that his father refused to agree with him, Zhaoyang pouted his mouth, and the two little monkeys squeaked twice. He thought he had to go back and feed his younger brother, so he got up reluctantly, and said to Meng Er : "I'll come back tomorrow, I still want to hear the story of the Great Sage."

Before Meng Er could answer, the little guy ran out, and the two little monkeys stuck to his body as if they had found a backer. Li He took the three little monkeys away after saying a word.