Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

The next morning.

On the roof, Qu Yang stretched his arms forward, and a carrier pigeon landed on it, staring straight at him, shrugging its feathers and giving a "chirp".

Raising his index finger to stroke its head, after feeding him some food, Qu Yang took out the letter from the mailbox.

Satisfied, the carrier pigeon spread its white wings and flew away to the distance. Qu Yang unfolded the scroll of paper and looked from top to bottom.

The letter read: Your Excellency, the medicinal materials are already on the way, and will be delivered to Qingcheng at noon tomorrow, see you in the teahouse.

After reading it at a glance, the letter paper was gently pinched by Qu Yang, and suddenly there was no wind and it fell into nothingness.

Qu Yang jumped down from the roof, bought breakfast and went back.

Warriors exercised their bodies all year round, rain or shine, and were proficient in martial arts. The sky was still half-bright and half-asleep, but the Song family father and son and the disciples of Wenshu Pavilion had woken up from their sleep and took care of themselves.

Not long after Qu Yang came back, Zuo Qiutang also carried some food and walked in across the threshold. Seeing that Qu Yang opened the curtain and was about to go to Father Song's room, he stopped him with a smile.

"Brother Song."

Putting down the curtain for now, Qu Yang looked back at her.

Zuo Qiutang's eyes were bright, he lifted the bag in his hand, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "This early in the morning, Big Brother Song has to take care of Uncle Song to buy food and decoct medicine, and he has to rush to the theatrical troupe later. Shall we eat together?"

"Weasel..." 0641 stuck his shell, and shouted again, "Anyway, she must have no good intentions!"

"Miss Zuo's kindness—"

Just as Qu Yang was about to refuse, a voice came from behind, cutting off his words: "Then thank you, Sister Zuo!"

Song Yuancheng lifted the curtain, walked out of the house, and passed Qu Yang with a soft snort and raised his chin.

He was about to get the medicine when he overheard the conversation between the two outside the door, thinking of what Qu Yang said, he became very angry.

With Sister Zuo and the others here, the family is so much safer, why do you say those bad things behind people's backs?

Besides, isn't it also because of this that you went to the puppet troupe of Baiyun Temple to find a job as a handyman?

Qu Yang glanced at him lightly, then looked at Zuo Qiutang and said: "Miss Zuo's kindness is appreciated, but my father is seriously ill and it is very inconvenient to eat, so I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Hey, you!"

Song Yuancheng stomped his feet, Qu Yang didn't even look at him, he lifted the curtain and walked into the house.

The child had an angry face towards Qu Yang, but felt ashamed when he met Zuo Qiutang: "My brother has this temper, sister Zuo, don't mind."

"You," Zuo Qiutang touched the tip of his nose, then shook his head and smiled, "What's going on in this little head. Okay, are you going to get medicine for Uncle Song? Go quickly, don't worry about it because I'm late."

Song Yuancheng thought of something in surprise, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, not noticing the dim eyes glued to him.

The young boy brought the medicine to Father Song, and ran out again, to the utility room where Qu Yang lives now.

Zuo Qiutang was waiting for the Wenshu Pavilion disciples to gather in the courtyard, when he saw Song Yuancheng passing by with a box in his arms, he was puzzled.

"Xiao Cheng, what is this?"

Song Yuancheng patted the old box with one hand. This box is made of the same material as Qu Yang's, but it looks older.

"My father's condition is getting better today, he's full of energy and can't rest, so he wants to copy his old job and be a puppet at home."

There was a beaming smile on the young boy's childish face.

"It's good that Uncle Song recovers," Zuo Qiutang asked again, "I didn't expect Uncle Song to be so dexterous that he could still make puppets? It's not easy for such a delicate little person to do well."

"Of course! The craftsmanship of making and using this puppet was passed down from my Song family ancestors, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years! The puppets made are extremely realistic, and they can even carry some small organs."

Speaking of his own family, Song Yuancheng and You proudly puffed up their chests. If he hadn't taken care of Father Song's urgent need for this wooden box, he would have been able to talk for a long time.

"It's so powerful!" Zuo Qiutang was slightly startled, his eyes flickered, "I've grown up so big, I've never seen a puppet with organs."

"Sister Zuo, do you want to see it?"

"Well," Zuo Qiutang hesitated, "but since it is a family inheritance, will it be inconvenient if I go to see it?"

Song Yuancheng smiled: "It's not easy! I also learned a little fur from my father. There is a little puppet I made in the bedroom with some superficial mechanisms. Sister Zuo wants to see it. I will get it for you later." Come."

"Okay."

Qu Yang stayed in the house, watching Father Song pick up the materials to sculpt, his face was no longer as pale as before, and regained his vitality.

The old man lowered his head, quietly carving the half-human-like piece of wood in his hand, with a serious expression, as if everything in the surrounding area did not exist.

If according to the original plot, after a few days, Zuo Qiutang had no evil intentions to destroy the whole family of the Song family, the rest of the old man's life should be so peaceful and fulfilling.

In the quiet room, Father Song suddenly asked, "I see that in your wooden box, there is a puppet that is very similar to the heirloom puppet. It was newly made recently?"

Qu Yang nodded slightly, and simply cleaned up the leftovers after breakfast and soups were used up on the cabinet.

"Not only the carving and polishing of the shape, but also the mechanism design is well done, almost to the point of confusing the real one. If I wasn't too familiar with the heirloom, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to distinguish the two clearly."

"What are you going to do with this puppet?"

The movements of his hands didn't stop, Qu Yang continued to tidy up, and smiled when he heard this: "It's a copy, it's used to hone the skills and pass the time."

Father Song raised his eyelids, glanced at the wooden box beside him containing the puppet, and then lowered his head to focus on the puppet in front of him.

The eldest son looks gentle and easy-going, but in fact he is very stubborn, and he believes in one thing, even if his body is smashed to pieces, he must do it.Father Song also gave up the idea of ​​persuading him to keep the heirloom puppet.

Besides, looking at the current situation, he obviously has other uses.

After being quiet for a while, Father Song only said in a deep voice, "As long as you don't use it to do evil, or expose it to the world and cause disasters. You can take this puppet out."

After finishing the mess, Qu Yang went straight to the east.

Today, there is a wedding in the east of the city, and the puppet troupe is going to add the ceremony, and the scene must be arranged.

When he arrived, there were not many people in the puppet troupe, and two teenagers in bunts just moved the gossip stage and the like.

The old man in a long gown beckoned to Qu Yang: "During rehearsal last night, two puppets were broken, come and fix them with me."

He pulled out two low stools from behind the table, sat on them, and threw a puppet with a slightly uncoordinated limb and two broken threads into Qu Yang's hands.

Qu Yang caught it with one hand, sat next to him, and skillfully repaired it with the props placed between them.

His demeanor is relaxed and at ease, but the movements of his hands are not at all slower than that of a master who has been practicing for decades.

The old master is not a martial artist, he is old, and his eyes are not working well, so he moved very close to the puppet, his eyes widened, and he stretched out the wrinkles around the eyes, and he repaired them skillfully after seeing clearly.

"The new young people are really capable of tossing around. It's only been less than five days, and the good puppets have been broken without seriousness. If you are not good at learning skills, you should practice more. You can count on playing with hippie smiles all day long. What's up."

"Now the puppet masters are really treating this puppet more and more as a way to make a living." The old master sighed.

The old master lived with the puppet troupe, so he could see these young people clearly. Qu Yang was doing odd jobs under him, and the most he heard were complaints about those young people.

The old master said that these were purely out of spite, and there was no need for Qu Yang to follow suit. He seemed to have thought of something, and continued to speak leisurely: "I still remember that it was... yes, ten years ago, our Qingcheng area was also in the martial arts world." Quite a bit of status. Ordinary sects don’t dare to provoke trouble at all, strong dragons do not overwhelm top snakes, even those first-rate sects have to behave well when they arrive in Qingcheng.”

"Nowadays, second-rate sects like Wenshuge dare to miss us in Qingcheng. Alas, what a prestige it was that Song Yingchao beat one person and one puppet so that no one in the south of the Yangtze River dared to take the lead! It's a pity that you can't see it now. Sigh, what do these children think of puppet shows, really..."

Originally, he was talking calmly, but as the master spoke more and more vigorously, his anger and depression also rose, and he finally choked on himself.

Qu Yang fixedly stared at the puppet in his hands, and said with a smile: "The past was too prosperous, and now it appears to be too low, but after a few decades, it will touch the bottom and bounce back."

"hope so."

The old master didn't speak any more, just mended his head.

Qu Yang quickly repaired the puppet in hand, moved it with his hands, and the puppet jumped happily, without any unnaturalness.

At this time, he raised his head again, and saw a house in front of him decorated with lanterns and festoons. Red silk and red lanterns decorated the entrance very festively. Weaving, the host greeted the guests at the door, listening to the congratulations, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the host blinked his eyes in confusion, and said to the group in front of him: "Hey, I don't have a good memory. Which family are you from?"

The elder brother smiled apologetically: "Master Zuo Hengyuan, we are all disciples of the Shuge Pavilion. We passed through Qingcheng on the way to practice. We heard that there was a happy event here, so we came to congratulate you. Together, we will have a precious son!"

"Fourth Junior Brother," the senior brother called back, and when the fourth junior brother took out something wrapped in red silk as he said, he turned his head and smiled at the man, "This is a betrothal gift."

It's fine if it's not a quack who comes to make trouble.The master breathed a sigh of relief, and after things came under his command, he welcomed him in with a smile: "Come, please come in, please come in."

Zuo Qiutang remembered the puppet that Song Yuancheng showed to him before, and looked back. Under the morning light, the young man was sitting on a small bench, lowering his head and carefully moving the puppet in his hand. The wooden box beside him was tightly closed. There is no gap at all, and it is impossible to see what is inside.