The Republic of China Demon Cloud Records

The teahouses in Shanghai are open, and everyone is very curious. Most of the shops in this area have foreign characteristics. There is only a towering tree at the end of the street, and about four or five adults can hug it in a circle.

There was a small courtyard under the tree. People scratched their hair and wondered how long it took for this land to have such a courtyard, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it had always existed.

The plants in the courtyard are very beautiful. There are several shelves with ink paintings on them like a small exhibition. There are a few small square tables made of Polygonatum odoratum in the middle of the courtyard.

A stage was set up in front of a row of houses, with a table and a chair on the stage, and a storyteller was placed on it.The courtyard door is so open that some passing guests will look inside curiously.

Outside the door, there are a few little girls wearing embroidered cheongsams with white background, combing double buns, and they are also pretty. Some little boys are also handsome and attractive. Although they are not familiar faces, everyone is willing to stop and listen to them.

"When the teahouse opens, all guests who come in to listen to the book will be given two plates of snacks and a bag of tea."

The little boy on the side had a loud voice, and when he shouted, people who were several meters away noticed him.

The little girls held tea and snacks in their hands, and smiled courteously at the people parked nearby: "This gentleman, try this tea, the new tea in spring is delicious."

The boy over there saw the opportunity and said to the woman next to him: "Miss, would you like some snacks? My snacks are delicious, and with less sugar, you won't gain weight."

Seeing that they have left people behind, they will politely say: "The first day is free of tea and snacks, why don't you come in and give the new store a personal treat?"

Some people walked in after hearing this and had no other important things to do. Some people wanted to leave after eating their snacks. Su Yuer walked over slowly, shaking her round fan. Her graceful figure only peeked a little. People couldn't help but walk in.

"Hey, just sit here for a few of you." There was a sweet and charming energy in the crisp voice, and the woman who followed felt a little uncomfortable, but soon her eyes were blinded. To attract the past.

The young master was as gentle as jade, holding a folding fan in his hand, he slowly stepped onto the stage, sat at the table and sorted out the objects on the table, while Tangxi sat under the shade of a tree and watched the lively scene with his face on his face, pinching his hands Decided to slowly open the restriction on the scroll.

Meng Er raised his hand and patted the table: "It's the first time to open a book in your place today, thank you for your support, our teahouse is all about monsters and strange tales, if you like it, please give it a thumbs up."

When Meng Er started to speak, the people in the audience gradually became quiet. Occasionally looking at the teacup in his hand, he seemed to be able to see some patterns from the flow of the tea. After blinking, there was another steaming cup. tea.

After the book was finished, the audience in the courtyard came back to their senses and pulled away from the story just now. There was a burst of applause at first, and the voices became louder and louder.

Originally, people were invited to listen to the book for free, but now it’s good enough just to reward the storyteller.

Tang Xi sat on the seat, held the brush in his hand and stroked lightly. If the monk saw it, he would find some blue light spots emerging from the hearts of the audience. These light spots were the sympathy and emotion generated by listening to the story.

The blue light spots spread out, and Tangxi drew a small circle with a brush on the table. The light spots scattered and floated over, blending into the scrolls, and the hanging paintings looked more lifelike.

Meng'er told Tangxi to wait here, a friend who will help will come after a while, Tangxi poured two cups of tea, but no one came after drinking the tea.

Just thinking about what's going on, I suddenly heard a voice: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Tang Xiao?"

The voice was high-pitched and thin, as if it was an immature child. When Tangxi looked up, there was no child around, and everyone was listening to the book seriously.

Rubbing his ears and eyes, he heard the child's voice say anxiously: "Mr. Tang Xiao, ouch, don't push me, sir."

Tangxi felt his hand was lightly touched by something, so he quickly moved his hand away. On the back of Tangxi's hand, he was holding a small person tightly, about the size of a palm, and his body was light and weightless.

The villain is the image of a boy, with messy short hair wearing a one-piece suit, which is simply made of rags, and looks a bit like a foreigner's overalls, with small cloth shoes on his bare feet , with a small hoe and a small hammer on his back, hanging on Tangxi's finger.

Tang Xi put his hands on the table, and the villain stepped on the table firmly before saying: "Mr. Tang Xiao, my name is Mo Gong, and I am the new patriarch of the small people in Shanghai. I come to see you on behalf of the clan."

Tangxi had also heard the legend of the little people. When she was a child, she was not very sensible. In the painting scroll, there was a fairy of the little people who often played games with her.

This little human race is good at construction, carpentry, tailoring, and all crafts.

The houses they made are very stable, can withstand wind and rain, and are not afraid of small earthquakes.

The woodwork made is even more pleasing, known for its exquisiteness, the carved kittens and puppies are just like the real ones, the embroidery made by the tailor is small and delicate, and the butterflies are lifelike.

Some of Tangxi's toys when she was a child were made by the little people, and she also liked the clothes made by the little people. But after the little people in the painting scroll were taken away, she never saw this kind of fairy again.

Because the little people are too small, their attack ability is too small, they are often caught by the big monsters and then drive them to work, or they are accidentally killed by people, and they are locked up for exhibition. This kind of disaster makes them disappear on a large scale .

In the end, I chose to live in seclusion, forming a family of my own, and not interacting with humans and monsters, but there are also many legends left behind. Occasionally, people will say that a villain borrowed something from their home, and sometimes a broken bowl will also be said to be a villain. The person was broken, and in short, everyone speculated that there were other creatures living in the house.

It is said to be a goblin, but some people think it is the spirit of protecting the family. The praise and criticism are divided equally. Tangxi smiled, and then stretched out a finger and said: "Hello, I am the head of the Tang family, Tangxi. The two of us How about not using honorifics?"

Mogong looked at Tangxi's young age, but he didn't have arrogance and was very approachable, so he liked him a little bit. He held that finger with both hands: "I'm sorry, did I scare you just now?" arrive."

Tangxi blinked a little embarrassedly: "I thought I was hallucinating just now, why did you appear from here?"

The ink worker rubbed his hair, Tangxi looked at the big cup in front of him, and felt that the teacup ink worker could already swim, so he called the little girl next to him and told Su Yuer to make Su Yuer prepare another one.

Mo Gong hurriedly said: "Don't bother." But the little girl had already turned around and left, Mo Gong was a little embarrassed, Tangxi looked at the table and there was no suitable place to sit.

Then he saw his own small porcelain spoon on the side plate, and said, "Do you want to sit here?"

It's not that she deliberately played a prank. When she was a child, she often played house wine with her friends at the time like this, and her mind didn't change for a while.

Fortunately, Mo Gong didn't care, and sat on it graciously. This little spoon is just like a chair, just right.

"My weight is too light. I originally wanted to jump on the table, but when I jumped, I flew onto your shoulders."

Tangxi looked at Mogong's compact appearance, and felt that it was indeed very light. There was basically no weight on his fingers just now. Mogong raised his foot and asked Tangxi to look at the sole of his shoe. He touched his heel lightly. Little Nail: "Usually it is too light, and I usually add a little weight to the body, or the shoes have a grip design."

"That's how it is. Every time I look at it, I think your handiwork is really good." Tangxi sighed sincerely. When the house built by the little people moved in, Tangxi fell in love with it at first sight: "It's really not good. I know how to thank you."

The ink worker's face was a bit shy. At this time, the little girl carefully brought over the tea and snacks prepared separately for the ink worker. The snacks were candied fruit made of honey plums, and the tea was new tea. "I actually have something to ask Mr. Tang for help when I come here this time."

Tangxi looked at the size of the tea bowl, and decisively pinched a magic weapon and hit the teapot. The teapot flew up lightly, and then was manipulated to pour tea, and handed it to Mo Gong: "Try the dim sum in our teahouse. , if you like it, it’s a small gesture of gratitude to bring some back home this time, and thank you for me.”

Mo Gong quickly thanked him, and heard Tangxi ask again: "We are here thanks to you for having this teahouse. If you have anything to do, feel free to ask. As long as I can help you, I will do my best."

Mogong stuffed a mouthful of candied fruit, the sweet and sour ones were quite to his liking. Hearing Tangxi's answer, he was even more happy in his heart: "Then thank you very much. In fact, it's because of a little problem with my sister."

"Recently, a group of Orientals came to the Shanghai market. Originally, my sister led some girls to do embroidery in the mansion, and occasionally handed over the finished products to us for sale, but just this week, my sister and a group of villains did not come out."

Tangxi probably guessed something: "You mean, they were discovered by the Orientals and locked up?"

Mo Gong nodded: "At first I thought they had exposed their identities and were arrested, so I sent a small team to rescue them, but that team didn't come out either.

We were thinking that this oriental man must not be an ordinary person, maybe he was a monk, or had some other ability. "