Journey to the East: Toon tree spirit

Jing Chun glanced at the six prisons in the distance, thought for a moment, raised his finger and pointed in the direction, and said to the monsters: "There are a few pure gray and white houses that are forbidden areas. You must avoid them when you come and go. Punishment, you know?"

All the monsters responded: "Yes!"

Nodding and humming, Jing Chun left the space of demons and went to the foot of Mount Ading. His dark green eyes scanned the remaining 31 direct-line demons headed by Yang Teng and their nearly 10 neatly lined up men, and opened his mouth and said: " From today onwards, every hundred years, I will send [-] to [-] monsters to practice in the field opened by the powerful, enough or enough genius treasures, spirit stone resource news or your cultivation base is about to break through [-] advances, credits and abilities It will become the standard for judging your going to the paradise, I hope you will work hard!"

Yang Teng and the other monsters saluted with fists clasped, their voices soaring to the sky: "I would like to abide by the words of Jing Dharma."

In mid-February, there were still many spots of snow on the ground. When Jing Chun returned to the small courtyard on Huangyu Street in Chang'an, Xiao Yu was wearing a bright red long gown, vest, embroidered shading, rolled wool quilted jacket-like cassock and branch lanterns that she made. The swaying little poplar monster played chess, closed the door, and said, "Uncle, Yang Yue, I'm back! I want to eat!"

Xiao Yu said in a gentle voice without raising his head: "Go and rest first, I'll make this set for you after I'm finished."

Looking at the small courtyard, which was so clean that there was no joy of celebrating the New Year, the corners of Jing Chun's mouth twitched, and he walked closer to the two demons. "How did you spend the new year? Did you go out to play? Why don't you make some red window paper couplets and other stickers." It's rare to pretend that ordinary people are staying in the mortal world, and it would be a pity not to be noisy.

"Practice." Xiao Yu pursed his crystal red thin lips, and inadvertently remembered in his heart that he would paste red paper couplets for the New Year. He turned his head and looked at Jing Chun with Mo Yu's eyes. The warmth in his heart rose, and he turned his head and squeezed a chess piece to put it down. , and said strangely to Xiao Yangshu: "Yang Yue, you lost again, you have to finish copying the Three Character Classic before dawn tomorrow."

Yang Yue's eyebrows and eyes turned into threads and twisted on the tree, stretched out the branches and quickly put the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard into the chess bowls, looked at Jing Chun and said expectantly: "Master, shall we play the next game?" ?”

Xiao Yu stood up slowly and turned around, took Jing Chun's arm, walked slowly towards the kitchen, and asked in a warm voice, "Come here to choose dishes, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Yangshu was very discouraged, and dared not say that he would compete with Xiao Yu for Jingchun. He resignedly put away the chess pieces and the chessboard stool, took out the booklet of the Three Character Classic, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put them on the chess table.

Jing Chun raised his eyebrows, pulled back his arms and pointed his fingers and said, "Uncle, I want to eat water slide fish slices, soft fried pork pigeon, sauce chicken..."

"it is good."

With enough soup and food, Jing Chun was unwilling to reconcile that the first New Year's Eve that he and his uncle spent here was so deserted, so he took Xiao Yu to the street to buy a lot of new year's goods, and when he returned to the courtyard, he asked Xiao Yu to write couplets painting

The door god and others decorated the small courtyard inside and out. The next morning, they helped the grandparents of the Su family push the steamed stuffed bun cart to the small commercial street. On the way, they briefly explained the reason why she hadn't been seen for more than two months. "...I have something to do at home, I'm going back to the countryside."

"It's time to go home during the Chinese New Year." Mrs. Su smiled, coughed a few times with a sore throat, touched the head of Xiao Su Yang who followed obediently beside her, thinking to herself that her body was getting worse every year, and she didn't know if she could Can't wait until Su Yang grows up. "Jing Chun, I heard that your cousin was preparing to take the scientific examination years ago?"

"Yes, he has been reading for many years."

"Are you with him?" Mrs. Su's expression was a little ambiguous.

Jing Chun understood what he meant and quickly shook his head, nonsense: "Old Mrs. Su, my cousin has a marriage contract, and I just rely on him. My father and his mother are brothers and sisters. We didn't have five clothes. You can't talk about such things. ah."

"Oh!" Mrs. Su put away her gossipy expression, nodded her understanding, and started chatting about what happened on the street recently.

At the end of June, Fei Changfang got married, and Lan Cai and Jing Chun went to join in the fun. Jing Chun thought that this day was indeed lively but also troublesome, and Fei Changfang and the others would not really have any accidents. After leaving the pastry shop, I gave the red envelope to Lan Caihe and asked him to help deliver it. I told Mrs. Su, and together with Xiao Yu, I took the five-year-old Xiao Su Yang out of the city and went to Bailan Garden where talented scholars and beautiful ladies gathered. , rented a small yard, and asked Yang Teng to send her a skinned and tidied whole deer and a few bottles of fruit wine through the master-slave soul card. Reciting poems and composing fights and frolicking, while lighting a torch, they plucked the white orchid leaves that were enjoying the scenery in the courtyard and used them as firewood, which made the aroma of barbecue more intense.

Seeing Jing Chun and Su Yang having a great time playing alone, Xiao Yu suddenly had a very strange thought: If one day Jing Chun is willing to be with him, he doesn't know what their demon baby will be. what does it look likeMore well-behaved than Su Yang, or more noisy than Jing Chun?For a moment, his eyes looking at Jing Chun gradually warmed up.

Jing Chun noticed the gaze, turned his head and smiled at Xiao Yu, then turned to greet Yang Teng and said, "Yang Teng, put more peppers on the deer legs, I want that."

Little Su Yang, whose face was covered in dust, smelled the aroma and swallowed, and said crisply: "Sister Jingchun, I also want to eat spicy deer legs, can I?"

"I'll give you half."

After more than ten days, Lan Caihe came to the pastry shop, his face couldn't hide his joy, Jing Chun glanced at the golden light on Lan Caihe's body, knew that Lan Caihe had become a fairy, and said: "So happy? Have you confessed to the little lady you like?"

A basin of cold water was poured down, Lan Caihe's face flushed, and he yelled helplessly for a moment: "Miss Jing, I don't have a lady I like! I'm just..." Immortal, friends!

I'm happy when things are resolved.

Jing Chun kneaded the dough, and said softly, "You just said you liked me very much not long ago."

Sitting in front of the window cabinet, Lan Caihe took out a piece of silver from his arms, threw it into a hanging bag next to him, reached out and took a few pastries with new shapes and flavors, tasted them, and said vaguely: "I like that you and I have a favorite Ladies are different, your little lady is from every family, don't think about this all day long."

"Is Fei Changfang's wife really prettier than Xiangu?"

"Basically, they are prettier than you anyway."

Squinting his eyes, Jing Chun tore off a small ball of dough, leaned back, passed through the door, and threw his hand at Lan Caihe.

Lan Caihe thought that he was a god, and it was easy to avoid the attack by crooked body, but he didn't expect that the lump of dough bump hit his heart, and it made his breathing stagnate, the dough slipped to the ground, he raised his hand and rubbed his chest, coughing After a few times, I thought to myself how could I still be so weak after 500 years of skill?Is it really like the Monkey King said that the wisdom is too low and the force value cannot be increased?