Deep in the mist-shrouded Zhuqing Mountain, there is a century-old bamboo weaving workshop - "Qingjun Pavilion". The owner, Su Yan, is the guardian of this workshop. He has an unknown secret: he can understand the speech of bamboo woven utensils. Bamboo baskets in the Qing Dynasty would complain, "Tourists always touch my texture, and the patina is almost gone." Bamboo screens in the Republic of China would complain, "The humidity in the workshop is too high, and my bamboo silk is almost moldy." Even the bamboo grasshopper cage in the corner would complain, "The days when I accompanied my old master to the theater were much deserted than now." Su Yan guards the workshop, and spends his days listening to complaints about bamboo wares, repairing damaged bamboo weavings, and focusing on a "Buddhist-style show-off". After all, dealing with bamboo wares that can talk is much less troublesome than dealing with relatives urging marriage or opportunistic handicraft dealers.
Until one typhoon night, Zhuxi, covered in bamboo shavings, crashed into Qingjun Pavilion. The girl had a faint bamboo green color at the end of her eyes, holding a glowing "Bamboo Soul Jade" in her arms, and asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My jade seems to be dying soon." Su Yan did not expect that this girl who always talked about "Can you make this up?" Was actually the last descendant of the reclusive Bamboo Spirit Clan - the Bamboo Spirit Clan's habitat "Bamboo Soul Valley" was coveted for the "Wind Calling Power" After the "Broken Bamboo Clan" was destroyed, Zhuxi fled to the human world with the clan's treasure "Bamboo Soul Jade". He knew nothing about modern life. He regarded scanning code payment as "exchanging money with magic", used microwave ovens as "heating bamboo steamers", and even power banks could be recognized as "luminous bamboo joints".
