The magnolias in the window were defeated, and when the wind blew, they fell to the ground in large numbers, making the ground a ball of white.
Daozu stood by the small window and looked out through the half-open window. There is a huge astrolabe in the middle of the courtyard, which occupies almost half of the small courtyard. It is early in the morning, and when the sun sets, the faint light on the astrolabe will dim. Only by concentrating your eyes can you see the faint The intricate threads are entangled, and occasionally petals fall on it, as if being sucked dry by the astrolabe, they wither away quickly.
His closed disciple Shi Wuduan is sitting on the edge of the astrolabe, his trouser legs are slightly rolled up, exposing a small ankle - Shi Wuduan is ten years old this year, and seems to have started to grow taller, and all the food he eats has become elongated. Bones, the whole person began to show the thinness unique to teenagers. There are a few bird feathers in his outer robe, and a handful of gold thread is wrapped in his hand. His fingers are flying like flying, and he is deftly weaving a "cardamom wrap".
These cardamom wraps are worn by girls from rich families who have not yet reached the level of hairpin. Most of them are woven with silk threads, with some beads and precious stones interspersed in the middle. During the Daqian period, little girls generally did not wear a bun like adults, but mostly wore braids. Cardamom tangles about two or three inches wide are woven into the girls' braids, and some of the tangles are tied with golden bells that jingle with the girl's footsteps.
Shi Wuduan was young, and no one taught him. At most, he saw that a few younger sisters and sisters under Master Kuruo had worn them, and they started to fiddle with them without a teacher. It can be seen that The son is very talented in crooked ways.
When Daozu looked intently, he was so angry that his beard would curl up—he knew the gold thread and the bird feather that his precious apprentice was playing with.
The gold thread is the "star crossing thread" used to spread the astrolabe during the Jiulushan Grand Ceremony. At first glance, it looks exactly like gold thread, but it is extremely soft in the hand, cool as water, and extremely flexible. The magic weapon is constantly waving It is woven by a golden silkworm that lives in the white snow all the year round on the top of Jiulu Mountain. It only produces a few taels a year, so that's all. save some.
But the bird's feathers are very gorgeous, as if coated with a layer of glaze under the sun, it is full of brilliance, if ordinary people without cultivation base, if they stare carefully for a moment, they will feel dizzy and lose their minds. It's the same as being taken by that color.
Daozu looked more and more familiar, walked quickly to the outside room, opened the door curtain and looked, really bursting with blood - I saw that the green screen bird he raised had its hair shaved at some point, Seeing him coming in, the bird known as the most beautiful in the world seemed to be frightened, pouted its bald buttocks, wailed twice, and then turned around, as if it had no face to see its master.
Legend has it that the Cuiping sparrow was raised by the immortals on Jiutian Yaochi. It is rare to see a few in the world, and only occasionally seen in the extreme north. It feeds on snow lotus, drinks snow water, and never eats berries and insects. It has always been the heart of the Taoist ancestor. baby.
Daozu and the bald fairy sparrow looked at each other for a while, trembling with anger, picked up the ruler, and pushed open the door: "Shi Wudu!"
His prodigal apprentice was so frightened that his hands trembled, he subconsciously stuffed the gold thread and bird feathers into his robe, and said rather guiltyly, "Hey, master."
When Master Bitan came in, he saw that his brother in charge was performing Xuanzong's repertoire - chasing Shi Wuduan who was jumping up and down all over the courtyard with a ruler.
Shi Wuduan's robe was flapping, he was carrying something around, holding his hands tightly, while shrugging his neck and shoulders, he ran away, screaming: "Master, master, please listen to me, the second senior brother said that there is a dowry gift for marrying a daughter-in-law. , The dowry must be a good thing, ouch, it hurts, it hurts... Without the dowry, the apprentice has to be beaten, ouch! Don’t slap your head, you’re stupid! The flesh on the buttocks is thick, you can spank it if you want... "
Bitan coughed dryly at the door: "Brother Sect Master."
Only then did Daozu find him, and he immediately put down the ruler, suppressed the annoyance on his face, smoothed the folds of his robe, cleared his throat, and stroked his beard. Ask: "Brother Bitan, what are you doing here?"
Bitan is Daozu's younger brother, under the head of the sect, he supervises Xuanzong's daily affairs, so he is the most talkative. With sharp eyes, Shi Wuduan jumped up behind Bitan in two steps, slapped the non-existent ashes on his body twice, and grinned fawningly, almost shaking his head and tail: "Uncle Bitan, you are here."
Bitan glanced at the stolen goods in his arms, and flicked his forehead with his fingers: "Why are you making trouble again?"
Shi Wuduan found the backer, rubbed his forehead and gave a heartless "hehe" smile, but Daozu gave him a hard look: "Little bastard, I'm trying to settle accounts with you at night—Bitan came in to talk."
It is an amnesty for the world.
Shi Wuduan breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed the back of his head and thighs that had been swept by the edge of the ruler, feeling that Uncle Bitan was really a living Bodhisattva who saved suffering.
He jumped up to the big tree on one side, hummed a song, finished weaving the remaining part of the cardamom wrap, and then proudly looked at his finished product in front of the light, thinking that it was a masterpiece, no matter how good it was. Not anymore—children like bright things. At this time, Shi Wuduan didn't have much taste, and he didn't realize that these jeweled things could blind dogs' eyes.
Then he jumped down from the big tree, took advantage of Bitan to drag Daozu, passed the guards familiarly, ran into Cangyun Valley, and went straight to the Fire Lotus Cave of the Sky Fox Demon King. With a roar, "Bai Li! Little Ion! Come out! Come out!"
Bai Ziyi's eyelids twitched, thinking why it was this unlucky kid again.
But when she lowered her head, she found a little smile on her son's face, who had always been unsmiling, and was about to stand up when he heard the sound. Bai Ziyi couldn't help frowning, stopped him and said, "Stand up first, I have a few words to tell you."
"I'm not proficient in fortune-telling and arithmetic, but looking at that kid's face, I also know that he is not like a smooth person with profound blessings. I am afraid that his fate will be bumpy in the future. I did a rough calculation, but I couldn't see the cause and effect of him. In the future, even if I die early, I don't know..."
Bai Li raised his head and glanced at her. He was just a young man at the moment, but the coldness in his eyes made the Thousand-Year Demon King couldn't help but pause. After a while, Bai Li said softly, "Mother, what do you want to say?"
His voice was still as soft as that of a young boy, and he spoke slowly, as if he was acting like a baby, but his expression was far from that. Bai Ziyi sighed: "You owe him karma. If you have a chance in the future, just pay it back. Don't get involved too much. Humans and demons are always..."
Bai Li sneered, but still said softly: "Son, don't worry."
Then she turned around in front of Bai Ziyi, transformed into the appearance of a little girl, with the same eyebrows and eyes, but with a change of clothes, she looked indescribably soft, making it impossible to see the clue, and then went on her own walked out.
The rest of Bai Ziyi's voice stuck in her throat, and after a while, she sighed softly, feeling extremely helpless.
As soon as Bai Li went out, he saw Shi Wuduan jumping up and down at the door, as if nails were piercing his feet, he couldn't rest for a moment, with one hand behind his back, smiling like a flower, and the other He waved at him with one hand: "Little ion, come quickly, I have something for you."
Bai Liren pulled him over and asked, "What?"
Shi Wuduan said: "You close your eyes."
Bai Li took a look at him, and closed his eyes obediently like a real well-behaved little girl. Shi Wuyuan looked at him secretly, and saw that his eyelashes were extremely long, trembling, and his delicate facial features were not fully developed yet. Long blooming, with childishness, there is almost nothing unsightly, so he thought complacently, oh, I really married the most beautiful wife in the world.
He walked around to Bai Li's side, and said in a worried voice, "You are not allowed to open your eyes and peek."
Bai Li responded, and the corners of his mouth turned up two points.
Shi Wuduan's hands were very dexterous in deducing the astrolabe since he was a child. He quickly untied Bai Li's long braid hanging down one shoulder, wrapped it around his jeweled masterpiece, and took a step back. , said: "Okay."
The moment Bai Li opened his eyes, he was squinted back by the Cuiping bird's feathers again. He pulled up his hair and looked at it. For no reason, he was still rubbing his little paws, and asked flatteringly, "Hey, I made it myself, doesn't it look good?"
Bai Li moved in his heart, nodded and said: "It looks good."
Shi Wuduan became even more insane, walked around him several times, and said, "That's that, did I do it, I plucked all the feathers of Master's big stupid bird, for this he He even beat me up a couple of feet—that rotten bird doesn’t know what’s so good about it except for its good-looking fur, and it’ll stick its buttocks and babble all day long, calling him like a baby, tsk!”
Bai Li asked, "Are you being beaten again?"
Shi Wuduan stretched out a little finger rather alone, shook his head and said: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, young master, I can cover an iron cloth shirt with a gold bell, and the master's ruler hit me, just follow... just follow me It was as if I had blown air on my body, it didn't hurt at all, it didn't hurt at all... "
Before he finished speaking, Bai Li stretched out his hand to hook his fingers, so the rest of Shi Wudu's voice fell back into his stomach, feeling that Bai Li's hand was soft, and his heart was bursting with joy, so beautiful that he didn't know what to do He looked at the other party silly and smiled twice: "Come on, let's go to the Falling Moon Slope. I'll climb a tree and pick fruits for you to eat."
There are mountains, rivers, and beauties in Cangyun Valley. Shi Wuduan felt that this place was like a paradise. He couldn't think of Sichuan until the sun was westward, and then he remembered that he was playing crazy again. He would inevitably be beaten when he went back, so he reluctantly followed Bai Li said goodbye.
At this moment, a strange bird song suddenly came from the air. When the two looked up, they saw a big bald bird swooping down from the air and landed on Shi Wuduan's shoulder. The shiny cardamom twirled around, and pecked Shi Wuduan's head twice as if to vent his anger—it was Daozu's green screen fairy.
Shi Wuduan covered his head with his arm while stretching out his hand to grab it, Cuiping Sparrow dodged, stretched out a foot proudly, then turned his head, as if unwilling to look at him angrily.
There was a letter and a small bundle tied to its feet. Shi Wudu was stunned for a moment, bent down to untie it, and after reading three or two lines, his expression was a little surprised.
Bai Li couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"
Shi Wuduan scratched his head with his hands: "My master ordered me to go to the East China Sea to find Jianghua Sanren, and said that he wanted to pick up something, and he told me not to delay. I don't have to go back today, and I set off quickly. All the things I used on the way are in my luggage... Eh? Strange, why didn't he say anything this morning?"