Three transfer certificate cents

Zhang Tian took a few glances, and the treasure in front of him was nothing more than an oil-paper umbrella, which looked ordinary, and the umbrella cloth was still a little damaged. Such a broken fan could not even cover the rain, let alone a treasure. ...

But Zhang Tian knows the history of the oilcloth umbrella. According to legend, once he and his sister went to the West Lake to play, it happened to be raining, and the brother and sister felt very disappointed.The younger sister said to Lu Ban: "Brother, let's come to the competition to see who can figure out a way before dawn so that we can still swim in the West Lake on rainy days."

Lu Ban felt that this was not a problem for him, so he found tools and wood, and quickly built a pavilion.In this way, Lu Ban built ten pavilions around the West Lake in one night, thinking that he would definitely beat his sister.

At dawn, Lu Ban triumphantly told his sister about his achievements, but saw her holding something in her hand and pushing it up to open it, just like the roof of the pavilion he built.Lu Ban was very curious, so he took it from his sister and studied it carefully. It turned out that the bamboo was split into thin strips, and animal skins were covered on the thin strips.It can be opened when in use, and can be closed when not in use. It is light and beautiful.

Luban conceded defeat and said: "Sister, your 'pavilion' can not only keep out the rain, but also move. I lost." Since then, there has been an umbrella that can protect people from the rain.

Oil-paper umbrellas are often used in secular people's homes to drive away evil spirits and town houses, and sometimes they are also used to invite gods to pray for blessings. The tung oil on the umbrella is used to drive away evil spirits and ward off evil. Wild ghosts and wandering spirits will immediately run away when they smell the smell of tung oil...

Because the wood and paper used to make umbrellas are things that can connect yin and yang, it is easier to attach to gods, because wood is alive, while paper is made of wood pulp, while oil-paper umbrellas belong to yang, so put oil-paper umbrellas upright in the house or hang them On the roof, auspicious gods descended from the sky, driving away evil spirits and keeping the whole family safe...

Zhang Tian carefully inspected the umbrella in front of him, but it is strange to say that there are many runes of different sizes on the umbrella pole and the top of the umbrella cloth. If there is any difference between it and a rotten umbrella, That's just the faint blue light emitting from the umbrella cloth, as well as the material and runes of the umbrella...

Zhang Tian reached out to take the handle of the umbrella, but found that there was a thin gap on both sides of the handle reaching the top of the umbrella. matter……

At that time, beside a wall, a thin old man sat obliquely. His head looked like a Taoist priest, with an ebony hairpin stuck in a bun on his head. , it seems that the family is poor, but it turns out that the blue and white are washed, and it looks very desolate.The old man leaned against a fist-thick wooden pole, and the word "fortune-telling" was written on the streamer above the wooden pole.

When Xin Hongbao was courting Li Feifei just now, he was suddenly interrupted by the old man's voice, feeling unhappy, he immediately shouted: "Hey! You old ghost scared me, I don't know what nonsense you are talking about?"

The downcast and old-fashioned man lowered his voice immediately, but he still hummed to himself: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are falling... It's like the world and the four directions..."

Xin Hongbao smiled in a low voice to Li Feifei, who had never spoken much: "Li Feifei, you said that you really missed the opportunity just now, and you didn't dare to bet more than one or two. In fact, how good would it be to have more golden tickets? This lucrative job is not easy to find This day is really lucky to make so much money all at once!"

The old man who bowed his head and talked to himself suddenly said: "Thousands of thoughts, think of the king, think of the country, and think of the community. Eight eyes share, enjoy the flowers, the moon, and the autumn fragrance. It is absolutely the best in the world... I don’t know which gifted man or beautiful woman made it?" Xin Hongbao He shouted: "This is not something your fortune teller can see. Don't be annoying here, just take the money and go!" It landed in front of the old man without leaning on it, and the technique was very accurate.The old man thanked him and put away the silver.

Princess Zheng Ning praised: "Xin Hongbao, your hidden weapon technique is nothing small!" Xin Hongbao lowered his head and smiled and said, "The family-inherited technique is nothing more than a trivial skill. I am laughing at you, Princess!"

The downcast old man suddenly stood up, walked slowly in front of him, looked at him sideways for a while, then shook his head, Xin Hongbao said displeasedly: "Old man, what are you doing?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I think you are just an ordinary person, and you are still complacent, hum! You idiot!" Turning to look at Zhang Tian, ​​he said with a smile: "In the picture, the dragon does not sing, the tiger does not howl, and the little one The little book boy is ridiculous!..."

Zhang Tian was startled, and said inwardly: "I am so special, this old guy doesn't know what his background is? He dared to match me, a well-read poet who has known Chinese civilization for 5000 years in the world! Overestimated..."

At this moment, when Xin Hongbao heard the old man belittle him so much, he was furious and stretched out his hand to grab his chest. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and a thin long sword swung in front of him, only a "poof" sound could be heard. A few times.Xin Hongbao was taken aback, and jumped back for fear that the long sword would stab him, but he saw that the old man slowly inserted the long sword in his hand into the fortune-telling pole, and at this moment the sword was completely gone.From the outside, no one would have guessed that the sword would be so thin that it would be hidden inside the fortune-telling pole... The people watching the excitement around were dumbfounded, and the desolate old man shook his head and got up and left...

Recalling the scene at that time, Zhang Tian looked at the handle of the umbrella, "Could it be that... this umbrella... has the same effect as his fortune-telling pole?"

Thinking of this, guessing is worse than making a guess. Zhang Tianyi reached out and took off the Xiangyun sword from his back, and tentatively inserted the Xiangyun sword in his hand slowly, "As expected..." The Xiangyun sword was actually connected to the umbrella pole of the broken umbrella. Together……

Holding the oilcloth umbrella, Zhang Tian slowly tried to inject a little spiritual power. Suddenly, a faint silver light shone on the handle of the tightly-sewn umbrella in Zhang Tian's hand, and each silver rune was injected with spiritual power. It started to light up slowly one by one. At this time, all the runes on the umbrella pole lit up towards the top of the umbrella. Zhang Tianyi gritted his teeth and continued to inject spiritual power. Under his endless spiritual power injection, Zhang Tianyi The silver-white brilliance on the handle of the umbrella in the sky's hand shone with a silvery dark light in the air...

Not long after the spiritual power was injected, the oil umbrella in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling glare, and the oilcloth umbrella surface was directly stretched open, and the runes on the oilcloth umbrella in Zhang Tian's hand also flickered slowly. Slowly lit up one by one, and then the lit runes suddenly turned into a huge silver ball of light, covering Zhang Tian's whole body tightly. At this moment, Qiu Yi was dumbfounded to see a round ball of light approaching Zhang Tian surrounded him...