I am a tree demon, born in December when snow is flying all over the sky, on the top of Fulong Mountain - I have read this opening remark for three years.

In the first year, I was looking for someone. No, it was not a human, it was a dragon that ran out of the East China Sea. This dragon turned into a man and had entangled with me for thousands of years of grievances, grievances, love, hate, separation and reunion. Later, he disappeared for twenty years, one hidden and the other searched for him. I was tired of finding it, so I opened a small shop in the city called Wangchuan, with the name "non-stop" and specializing in desserts. The guests I met that year were like desserts in endless ways, with different styles and tastes. Of course, most of them were not humans, but monsters. They came to me, not for the desire to be tempted. Most of them only had a cup of tea and told a story.

The cup of tea I invited them to drink was bitter and angry with both the gods. I had to resist the idea of ​​retreating and desperately passed the tip of the tongue to taste another completely different taste - sweet.

This cup of tea is called "Fusheng".

At the end of the year, I got married, but it wasn't right, I got married to that dragon.

After returning from my honeymoon, it was another year. I returned to my home that had been waiting for more than 300 days in the quiet alley, patted the dust on my body, and returned to my old life. This year, I have been constantly becoming a hotel. A mysterious person gave me a gift, a lantern made of soft smoke, and four poems - stop drinking your tea, and dreaming of living a night. But don’t ask again, when the white clouds are endless.

I like this gift from the bottom of my heart, even if the person who gave it to me almost led the world to hell.

For this matter, my husband and guests, all fought hard and worked hard. Fortunately, it was not in vain. Human beings are alive and the world is safe.

But for me, the biggest change this year is that I have changed from a boss lady to a pregnant boss lady.

I am always calm about the fact that I am about to become a mother. The child’s father is not calm. I won’t mention that man more. He has done all kinds of embarrassing things. He bought all the parenting books he can find in the world. He read them at night and was fascinated by them. He also recorded several large reading notes in his extremely ugly font.

I also peeked at myself in the mirror countless times, and I didn't realize that there was a little change, and my figure was not distorted at all. Just occasionally, occasionally, I would sense another vivid life in my body moving like lightning. I stretched out my hands and kicked my legs. I guessed that this guy's various movements, so I couldn't help laughing.

Indeed, it cannot be measured by human standards. My child has a monster mother and a dragon father. When I think about it, I always feel confused and even insanely unbelievable, but I still instinctively look forward to his or her birth. This kind of expectation is low-key and secret, and it is not shown as sweet as honey.

According to everyone's ideas, this year I should stay in my house without going out and stay in my house. I will be served with delicious food and drink, and I will not open hotels or anything else. Our family is not short of money, and there is more gold. As long as I keep myself and the one in my belly round and fat, I will have immeasurable merit.

But what did I do?

You don’t know where I am talking to you so much?! Sorry, everyone, I’m sitting in a second-hand BENZLMC RV, happily holding the steering wheel, walking forward with my head held high on a country road where cattle and sheep are everywhere, and is still wide.

Whoever says monsters are going to fly around, whoever says monsters can’t take the driver’s license honestly? I’m probably the first weirdo in the monster world to get a national regular driver’s license! You don’t have to worry about things like ID cards and household registration books. It’s too easy to fabricate a human identity. Moreover, last year I was the first among the drivers who were driving in the same period!

However, after all, the novice is on the road, and it is the first time that he drives a long journey alone, so he doesn’t dare to be too presumptuous in the speed... Well? Why is he alone?

Are you already used to binding me with that dragon and those strange species? Tsk tsk, this time I can't let you get what you want, because I left a book and arranged a brand new long-distance trip for myself.

I kept leaving, but took away the lanterns under the eaves, and now they were hung behind the back door; I left Mr. Zhao and paper, but took away the family photo we took together and put it in my wallet; I left Ao Chi, but took away my and his baby.

Don't worry, there is no conflict between Ao Chi and I. Doing so is nothing more than a more thorough consideration.

Because, the expected trouble arose - not long ago, the Emperor of Heaven sent the unpopular God of War to the East China Sea again, so naturally for the "Twelve Coffins of the Spirit Phoenix" with hidden mystery, saying that the Emperor of Heaven is destined to retrieve this thing early. The Dragon King could only say that the Dragon is the holy land of the East China Sea, and the day of opening is extremely particular. How could they open it when they want to open it and let them come back at the end of the year. Fortunately, the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea is not under the jurisdiction of the heavenly realm. Even though the God of War Liao Yuan has a honorable position, he has to give the Dragon King three points of face, but as smart as him, how could he not notice that there is any doubt about the matter?

Retrieving the remaining eleven "green ape" disguised as phoenix eyes could no longer be delayed. The day after Liao Yuan left, the Dragon King came and even his seat was still gone, so he put something in front of me and Ao Chi - a stone, the size of an egg, the sand was yellow and rough, and the staggered edges and corners were filled with unwavering vicissitudes. But in the middle of the stone, a fresh and spiritual flower bloomed, delicate, fresh yellow, and cute like chicks.

This is indeed life that grows from the stone, so fresh that it cannot be more vivid. I also guessed that a flower plant happened to fall into the crack of the stone, but although the stone was rough, it was naturally seamless. What's even more strange is that when you lift it up and look through the light, you can vaguely see inside. The rhizomes of the small flower did grow from the inside of the stone, and they are integrated.

The Dragon King said that the green amber that he brought back to the East China Sea had faded away the jade shell outside the next day and turned into this. No one expected that there was another world in the green amber. Before, it was just considered a jade seal to suppress ferocious beasts.

Regarding this strange thing, the Dragon King speculated that this stone is the real seal. For some reason, someone added another layer to this seal, which made us mistakenly think that the outermost blue amber is the whole picture of the seal. Thinking about this, what kind of thing is to seal it, so that two layers of insurance need to be used?! Looking back on the fierce battle with Youqu last year, I had a stomachache.

However, when I picked up the stone and prepared to take a closer look, things came to the key point - the moment my hand and the stone came into contact, I was "hot". Invisible flames rushed out from the depths of the stone and penetrated into my flesh. It was not painful, but the feeling at that moment actually made me want to cry, tragic and helpless, care and sustenance, strangely mixed together, hitting my heart, and there was no trace to be found in a blink of an eye.

When my hand slid, the stone fell to the ground.

When Ao Chi picked up my hand, he saw that the stone was intact, but a word appeared on it, as if someone had been carved on it before - a clear word "Bei".

We are all sure that this word did not exist before.

Looking at each other for a while, North?

Could it be some mysterious hint?

Ao Chi suddenly said, to the north of the East China Sea, there is a huge pirate covered by thick fog all year round. No one has stepped on it on weekdays, so the island is called Beishan. This word reminds us that if we want to find the remaining Qingpeng, we have to go there?

The Dragon King thinks you can try this clue.

But my thought is that the word "North" may just let us go north.

Before the Dragon King and Ao Chi left, I asked them to leave the flowering stone for me to protect management. Therefore, I might be able to find more clues. Obviously, the East China Sea will not be easily let go, but the disappearance of Qingpo cannot be known by too many people, so we have to suffer more ourselves and find some trustworthy people. Let's go to more places together to find more places.

No one objected. Before Ao Chi left the door, he hugged me hard and said nothing.

I and him both know. If it is not retrieved as soon as possible, there may be a disaster in the East China Sea. There are very few rumors about the old man of the Heavenly Emperor, but the more you can't see clearly, the more fearful it is. Moreover, he is not a human, a god, the most sole master in the heavenly world, and even a person like Liao Yuan must surrender.

In short, after all, I am Donghai’s wife, how can I see my family being bullied? I will do everything I can.

I didn't tell Ao Chi where I went, because I didn't know where I would go. I just stayed in the book and said that time was tight and I searched in a scattered manner. If there was any news, I would contact him by the way. By the way, I also told Mr. Zhao and Zhang Zier to be optimistic about the house and don't forget to pay the water and electricity bill.

Anyway, the consequences of the whole thing are what you see now. I drove a second-hand car, dragged several large boxes of tea, and went all the way north as a mobile vendor who specialized in Fusheng tea.

This time, it has become a real non-stop. My store has opened in the RV that is moving forward.

What will happen before? How do I know?

Anyway, I'm not afraid. The young and bright little wife took a cloth bag with blue flowers and rode leisurely on a small donkey. Her shiny black hair was tied with a unique bun behind her head. The small flowers were tied to her temples, and her red-colored lips were sanging mountain songs. The spring breeze that passed by occasionally moved the emerald green Luo Qun, revealing the naughty and shaking three-inch golden lotus.

This woman's body is too many colors, tacky but also gorgeous.

No one knew whether she was going back to her parents' home to visit her relatives or rushing to her husband's house to cook, but she saw a colorful landscape heading towards the stone bridge that straddled a winding river in front.

The little donkey shook his head and walked to the bridge. He saw a group of people, both men and women. The men were just like that, carrying loads and horses, and they could pass by them as they could. The blame was the women, all of whom were not bad, dressed neatly, and had a unique charm when they applied makeup. They didn't know how good they looked, but they were ruined by themselves. Before crossing the bridge, they took out clothes that were even more worn than beggar's robe from the bundle, and then covered their hands with mud, making the face look messy. This was not enough, and the unique bun was also removed as if they had just come out of the quilt. With some effort, the beautiful woman instantly became a sloppy sister-in-law.

Everything was done, and the sisters-in-law bowed to their right and muttered a few words, "Grandma Shi You bless you", then took their feet and passed the stone bridge with 70% respect and three points of fear.

"What an interesting old lady, I made myself a monkey." The young wife covered her mouth and laughed, jumped off the donkey, tidied up her dress, and was about to go up the bridge.

"Little lady, let's wait!" Someone stopped her.

She turned around and saw an old woman as ugly as an old child in the land, standing tremblingly on the grass, with a pair of old eyes that could almost only see the whites of her eyes staring at her.

"What's the matter?" she turned around.

"The beauty doesn't cross the Shiyou Bridge, have you heard of it?" the old woman said in a hoarse voice, "Change your clothes quickly and then go there!"

"This bridge is famous for Shi You?" The young wife laughed and gathered her hair, "Why don't you let the beauty cross?"

"This bridge is called Shiyou, this river is jealous, and only ugly faces are allowed to pass by, and the beauty is not the end." The old woman said again.

"How can there be such a domineering rule in the world? People are not allowed to be glamorous, but they can only be ugly?" The young wife snorted coldly, "Today, I will break this rule to avoid being bullied later."

After saying that, the stubborn young wife took the donkey, walked up the bridge, and turned her waist step by step toward the opposite side.

The river under the bridge is neither wide nor anxious, and no one knows how deep it is. In this good season with strong spring, the river water is green and white, and the scenery is slight, making it look peaceful.

The young wife had already reached the center of the stone bridge. The sky was changing, and the haze covered the sun. The river water gathered and whirlpooled, and a mouthful of black air came out from under the bridge. Two white and red eyes were embedded in it. A whistling sounded, and rushed down, wrapping the young wife and dragging it into the bottom of the river.

The water splashed and calmed down instantly. The sun shone on the mountains and rivers again. The spring breeze still passed through the treetops. On the green stone bridge, there was a stupid donkey that had lost its owner.

Looking at the bridge again, the old woman disappeared.

"From then on, all the women who came and went to Shiyouqiao were cautious in their words and actions, and they would never dare to cross the river if they didn't make themselves ugly."

Old Song, who was on the co-pilot, told this story with relish, and finally asked me proudly: "Are you scared, girl? Your girls from the city must have never heard of such a legend."

I smiled without saying a word.

A few hours ago, I walked north and slowly walked out a small town where I didn't even know my name. On the crooked mountain road, four men standing next to a broken van were scratching their heads and blocking the car. Unlike bad people, I could deal with bad people. I was convenient for others and myself, so I became a living Lei Feng, and asked them to thank them for their kindness. The one who took the lead was Lao Song. They wanted to go home, their destination, Shiyou Village.

This is an uncle who can't be idle. He is making noise all the way, mostly complaining, such as the difficult world, the lack of appreciation for talent, and the money is earned by mediocre people.

"Is there really this Shiyou Bridge?" I asked. It was rare that he would tell stories without complaining.

"Yes, go along this road and see the river." Old Song pointed to the front, "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm really jealous, there's Shiyou Bridge. Look, our village's name is Shiyou Village. They are all stories passed down from generation to generation by the elderly in the family. A few years ago, there were officials from the county who said they wanted to build this place into a historical scenic spot, but later they were left alone. They were all things that were empty talk and did not do anything. They just read books for a few years and then sat on the heads of the people and held a lot of benefits. To be honest, we are not weaker than them. We work hard and have no brains, but the time is a bit bad." The more we say, we become more and more angry.

I looked at his old face that turned red and turned into pig liver and smiled, "It's not easy to think so. Anyone who can walk ahead of us will always have the truth that he will walk ahead. There is nothing in this world that is innocent."

Old Song didn't say anything, and after a while, he said, "There are more than ten cars coming back and forth, but none of them are willing to stop and help. You are willing to do good things, girl. Otherwise, we don't know how much dust we have to eat on the roadside. There is only one small bun in our village, and there is no one to pick it up if it breaks. When we make money in the future, we will also get a good car like you to drive it."

"Second-hand cars are cheap." I smiled, "You guys are back from buying things from the city? You're carrying a big box."

Old Song sighed: "It's selling things. I'll send the pottery we produce to the county store. That box was a return. The buyer said that the business was not good this year and could not get so many goods. He also said that our things were outdated and their shapes couldn't keep up with the trend. He had to point to the inappropriate pottery in his store and said that it was easy to sell. I watched it. They were all things from foreign movies and cartoons. They made into strange dolls, and they could not compare to our family's charm! This is the skill passed down by our ancestors when they fought against the Qin Dynasty! There is no eyeball!"

"Qin Dynasty?" I said curiously, "Your village specializes in making pottery?"

Old Song took out a three-inch-high pottery figurine from his carry-on bag and handed it to me: "Such a good thing has been abused by someone who doesn't know the goods!"

After a few glances, based on my experience of reading countless things over the past thousands of years, I really counted the best quality. The materials are delicate, the lines are smooth, the shape is vivid and imposing. Yes, the shaped terracotta warriors are still miniature, which is much more vivid than the local tourist product sales points. I can't tell what's the good thing, but it has a spiritual energy that cannot be described as cheap products.

"Your village is just a copycat terracotta warrior?" I joked.

"Do you do other things, such as portraits, bowls, animals, etc." Old Song said honestly, "But, the sales are getting worse and worse. It's all because of those who went to the monks to grab business halfway through. I bet they don't even know how to choose the earth and build a kiln, and they know that they can burn a few weird things to cheat money. The good things of our ancestors have been ruined!"

"I haven't even thought about changing the routine?" I asked, while quietly glanced at his right shoulder.

"Change?" Old Song glared and said proudly, "Looking at the world, how many people have our orthodox skills? Our ancestors have been the best in this industry for generations. Since Qin Shihuang, many first-class craftsmen have emerged in our village and have been summoned to cast Terracotta Warriors and Horses."

"Oh, it's amazing." I was embarrassed to interrupt his little sense of superiority.

"I didn't ask you, are you going out for a trip alone?" Lao Song changed the topic.

"Go out to do business." I laughed, "selling tea."

Old Song was surprised: "Look at your appearance, you are like a pampered lady, who is actually a businessman?"

"I have to make a living. Haha."

"Your tea must be very expensive, right?" Lao Song suddenly said, "It's a pity that these rough people don't understand this. On weekdays, we stretched our mouths under the faucet and filled it with fullness."

He was afraid that I would force him to buy my tea? I burst out laughing: "It's good that's fine, the price is not fixed. It depends on who is destined to buy it. If you are destined to be destined, you don't want a penny, and if you are not destined, you won't have a daughter."

Old Song scratched his head, looking very ununderstood. At this time, the loud ringtone of the counterfeit cell phone rang in Lao Song's pocket. He turned around and lowered his voice to answer the phone: "I'm back, on the way... I've received it. You are ready as you said before."

In the back carriage, did Lao Song's companions hear conversations? They are much younger than Lao Song, and they are talking about topics like new mobile phones.

But, from beginning to end, I only heard the voices of two men, but there were three people in the rear compartment.
To be continued...