A light rain fell in the state capital, taking advantage of the warm morning light.
There is a street near the outer city of the state capital called Tianshui Lane. The name of the lane probably indicates that this street may not be too big.
In fact, this is also the case. In this short and small alley, there is the inner city inside the alley, and the outer city is outside the alley. The only connection between them is a small but clear river beside the alley.
The river is also shallow, and naughty children can roll up their shorts and wade from one side to the other. Of course, if an adult sees it, they will inevitably be laughed at or even scolded. If they encounter an angry parent, they will just use a stick.
It's not impossible.
At the entrance of a small courtyard, also on the edge of a small river, under a soft tree, a large oil-paper umbrella was propped up.
"Ms. Song, did you come out to watch the rain again?"
At the door of the courtyard next door, an old man who usually runs a pancake stall said loudly.
"Yes, it's quite beautiful." The middle-aged woman known as Mrs. Song said warmly.
"It's so beautiful. Tell me about the rain. If it were lighter, I would be able to go out. If it were heavier, I would give up and just stay at home for the whole day. It doesn't matter whether it's big or small.
But it’s not a small one. Even if I open the stall, I won’t be able to sell a few pancakes. It’s bad luck!”
After saying this, the old man stamped his feet to further express his mood.
"Then just have a day off." Mrs. Song said with a smile: "I guess this rain may get heavier again later."
The old man muttered a few words to himself and went back to his yard. Even the door of the yard was closed. I don't know if he followed Madam Song's advice and went back to the house to have a good night's sleep.
Here, Mrs. Song held an umbrella, set up the table, and went into the courtyard a few times. Then, a small brazier was raised on the table.
Madam Song sat under the umbrella and, as if to kill time, lit a fire, boiled water, and cooked some herbs or something. The smell was quite bland, not fragrant but fragrant.
For a moment, smoke curled up on the table.
The rise of smoke and the rise of water vapor merge together, as if they are like the water plants on the edge of the river, swaying and swaying, leaving the area of the table, and also breaking away from the oil paper umbrella above, floating to the
Go into the morning light and blend into the light rain.
Madam Song's eyes seemed to be following the smoke and water vapor, but she seemed to be looking outside vaguely.
In her vision, another "rain" was falling in the entire world.
A large number of bright-colored light spots, like fine snow, fell from the sky, but before they fell to the ground, they all swept away in a certain direction outside the east city.
At the same time, wisps of light white and water-colored smoke continued to rise from far and near, including on the ground right under my feet.
It's like there is water underground, and then it rises when it is illuminated by the blazing sun.
Rising to the entire sky.
But a few of them were wrapped in the "fine snow" falling from the sky, and headed outside the east city together.
"I thought Old Man Mu would come earlier, but I didn't expect that it was Old Man Li." After looking at her like this for an unknown amount of time, Madam Song softly spoke and said to herself.
Then, she frowned slightly, "But that shouldn't be the case. The last time we saw him, his temper was still a little off by a point or two. It's not like his style to advance in a hurry.
."
Mrs. Song's surname is indeed Song, but her true identity may be slightly different from those in the neighborhood who know her in this alley.
Song Qinghong.
monk.
The realm of life and death is only one step away from the earth-level spiritual platform realm.
The contemporary head of the Baihua Sect, one of the three major sects in Jiujiang Prefecture.
Or, reluctantly, you can add another identity, the outer deacon stationed in Jiujiang Prefecture of Taisu Sect, one of the nine immortal sects.
It's just that most of the people living around Tianshui Lane are ordinary people. Even if a few monks occasionally live in or pass by here, they are just low-level monks in the Condensation Realm. They can't even touch the edge of the Xuanguan Realm.
Who has the insight to recognize this person who can be called the overlord in the entire state?
She is Lady Song, the leader of Song Dynasty, and the overlord of Song Dynasty.
Of course, in a place like Jiujiang Prefecture, under normal circumstances, there are no personnel matters that require her to stand up and take action.
So more often than not, this person is really just "Ms. Song".
"Sister, can I sit down and drink a glass of water? I'm a bit swollen."
A young girl, holding a pretty little light blue umbrella, crossed the small bridge not far away from the outside of the city, and came here under the watchful eye of Lady Song.
"Okay, sit down." Mrs. Song nodded slightly.
The girl did not sit down directly. She entered the area of the big oil-paper umbrella. She first put away her small umbrella, then bowed to Mrs. Song with a very solemn expression and said, "Junior pays homage to senior."
He sat next to Madam Song with a cute little look.
The small stool was used to hold firewood just now, but Mrs. Song casually picked up the small amount of firewood on the table.
"You know me?"
Madam Song did not show any pretense towards the girl's actions, but just said this calmly.
"This junior just arrived in Zhoucheng from outside the city yesterday." The girl said, "I also just came here from outside the city this morning."
"What's the matter here?" Madam Song glanced at her.
"I'm looking for someone." The girl said, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, "The elders in the family asked me to find a brother, but they didn't explain clearly. I only got some information yesterday, and I know that brother may live here.
In the city.”
"But I still don't know where he lives!"
The girl said calmly and did not make any pitiable gesture, but when she said these words, people couldn't help but want to smooth her slightly frowned eyebrows.
"Whose surname is it?" Madam Song asked softly.
"I don't know." The girl frowned even more, "My family only told me the name my brother used at home, but they also told me that my brother might not use that name outside."
Madam Song nodded and asked, "What kind of cultivation?"
"I don't know. Maybe he has the same cultivation level as me, but it's hard to say."
If there were any outsiders here, they would be shocked when they heard this.
Of course, after being shocked, his bigger reaction is probably to feel funny.
But to the girl's words, Madam Song didn't even have the slightest superfluous reaction. She still looked calm and leisurely. She didn't even raise the corner of her eyes and just continued to ask: "Then how did you find him?"
"I'm actually looking for senior."
The girl said.
These words finally moved Mrs. Song, even quite a bit.
"How do you say this?"
In silence, even the raindrops falling on the oil-paper umbrella seemed to have become less.
"That brother is really hard to find, but just last night, one of my magical powers told me that if I can meet senior today, I can probably find that brother next."
Madam Song lost her composure.
Her brows also began to frown.
(End of chapter)
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