Under the rain curtain, the majestic palace looked quite majestic. Especially the "House of Perfection" inscribed by the previous emperor on the gate, which had been dampened by the humidity for so many days, looked even fresher and brighter.
By this time, the rain had lightened up a lot.
The drizzle is quietly nourishing the land of Jiangnan. The neat Jiangning City, in the mist of rain and mist, quietly displays the charm of this thousand-year-old ancient capital. In the city, every household has its door closed. Occasionally someone squeaks
I opened the door with a squeak, tightened my clothes tightly, held an oil-paper umbrella, and walked into the vast rain and fog, and soon disappeared.
The grass and wild flowers on the roadside, moistened by the rain for many days, look particularly fresh and pleasant. They are green and leisurely walking in the frosty drizzle.
On the Qinhuai River, the dripping drizzle splashes water on the river. Countless water splashes form a thin layer of mist. The breeze blows from the river, and the water mist is like fine white silk, clinging to it.
The surface of the river is swaying erratically.
Lu Heng held an umbrella and walked slowly toward his home along the path by the river. When he reached a certain location, he stopped with a sudden sadness in his heart and turned his head to look at the Qinhuai River in the rain.
Take a look.
This place was where he saw the woman in white last time. Previously, he had nothing to do and drew a sketch here. Today, the reason why he stopped here was just a habit or a feeling in his heart.
hints.
However, with this look, he really discovered something.
Yeah, and it's still very interesting.
On the mist-shrouded river, water mist floated. A guy with a bamboo hat on his head and a seemingly heavy raincoat, uh, I don’t know if he was a man or a woman. He was actually... standing with his hands behind his back.
On the river, the constant drizzle obscured his figure, and he was vaguely visible as the mist drifted.
Lu Heng thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes and took another look.
Uh, yes, that person was indeed standing on the river. This person was just standing on the water. I don’t know when it started. I don’t know when it ended. On this hazy Qinhuai River, it feels a bit unreal.
Just like the immortals of Lingbo.
This, what is this? Crossing the river with a reed? Or taking small steps on the waves? Magic, or fairy magic? Lu Heng stood under the willow tree by the river, gaping at the man standing on the river, who was as light as nothing, and felt in his heart
Shocked.
This was the only thing that Lu Heng had ever seen in his two lifetimes that made him dumbfounded.
In his previous life, he had only seen this kind of scene in exaggerated martial arts movies. At that time, he just smiled and felt a little disdainful.
After all, those shots of flying over the bamboo forest in the movie are really fake.
How can one person fly?
However, the scene in front of him now shocked Lu Heng.
An adult, wearing a thick raincoat, stood so lightly on the water. He was like a swan, floating naturally on the water.
This, this makes Newton feel so embarrassed!
The more Lu Heng looked at it, the more interesting he became. Then, he found the previous tree stump under the willow tree. Then he laid something on the ground and sat down.
Holding the umbrella in one hand, he was groping his chin with the other hand. He looked at the wonderful scene in front of him with great interest, as if he was in a fairyland.
The raindrops dripping from the willow trees made a rustling sound on the oil-paper umbrella. The water mist on the river drifted across the river and wet Lu Heng's gown. But he kept sitting there with a look from his past life on his face.
The expression in the movie, watching the scene in the river happily.
However, his current smile is indeed a bit silly.
If anyone were passing by now, they would definitely think that Lu Heng was grinning.
The breeze blows slowly, but the water waves are calm. The water mist on the river moves with the breeze. Just like this, there is one person in the river and one person by the river. They stand quietly by the Qinhuai River in the hazy rain.
I don't know if Lu Heng's eyes were too intense or if the man in the river heard something.
When the mist on the river became messy, he seemed to be aware of it and turned his head and glanced towards where Lu Heng was.
Hey, it’s her?
Lu Heng saw it clearly this time.
The master of Qinggong in the river turned out to be the woman in white he had seen before.
Unexpectedly, this person is still a master!
While Lu Heng was greatly surprised, the woman in the river frowned slightly. Her eyes were a little cold, and she stared at Lu Heng quietly.
The slightly clenched fists and the uncertain look in her beautiful eyes showed that there seemed to be a fierce struggle going on in her heart.
Just when she flicked her wrist and a cold light flashed through her hand, she saw the scholar opposite who had been sitting there looking at her actually stood up and waved to her.
The woman's wrinkled beauty quietly unfolded, and the murderous intention in her cold eyes also dissipated.
However, she was still very angry when a stranger discovered her biggest secret. But...
Then, the woman's wrist flicked, and a wisp of cold light shot into the air from her white jade hands. After that, the woman tapped her feet lightly, and her beautiful figure jumped high. After a few movements, she jumped onto the opposite side.
The river bank disappeared into the rain and fog.
Of course Lu Heng didn't know that he had just offended a top expert and was almost killed by him.
At this time, he stood up with a look of regret on his face. Looking at the river where there was only water mist and no sign of the master, he sighed and prepared to turn around and leave.
Just when he took a step forward, a series of snapping sounds of willow branches breaking suddenly came from the willow branches above him.
Lu Heng reacted quickly. He hurriedly raised the oil-paper umbrella to cover himself tightly.
With a plop, a falling object hit Lu Heng's oil-paper umbrella heavily. The fragile oil-paper umbrella was immediately smashed into tatters. The umbrella surface was torn into strips of rags, and the ribs were also damaged.
Several bones were broken. The bones were broken and the tendons were connected, which looked quite miserable.
Of course, this is not the worst thing. What is even worse is that Lu Heng blocked the falling object, but did not block the broken branches and the rain on the treetops.
As soon as the oil-paper umbrella broke, broken branches and accumulated water all fell on him, immediately giving him a chill.
At this time, Lu Heng looked at himself in such a mess, dumbfounded, and felt a little at a loss for a moment.
Me, this! Alas!
In the end, Lu Heng sighed helplessly, threw away the broken oil-paper umbrella, and picked off the dead branches and leaves on his body. He twisted his wet clothes again. When he was about to leave, he remembered just now
Something that fell.
After looking down and seeing what had just fallen, Lu Heng's expression suddenly became a bit dumbfounded.
This, turns out to be a duck, oh no, a swan?
Lu Heng looked at the dead swan in the wet grass in surprise. Then he raised his head again and looked at the gray sky. He looked puzzled.
Swan! I haven’t eaten swan meat yet!
Lu Heng had long forgotten that he was soaked in water. He nodded, muttered to himself, and then picked up the swan on the ground with a smile.
After picking off the soil, grass branches and leaves on the swan, he picked up the swan, humming an unknown tune in his mouth, patting the grass branches and leaves on his body, and walked towards his home.
Hehe, I was really lucky today. Not only did I see the legendary Qing Gong, but I also had swan meat to eat.
A gust of wind blew, and Lu Heng, who was wet by the rain, couldn't help but shiver. After sneezing twice, he walked towards home with a happy smile.
At the same time, in a Chenghuang Temple in Jiangbei.
In the dilapidated City God's Temple, the window lattice was dilapidated. The wind blew in through the empty window, making the bonfire in the center sway.
The woman had taken off her raincoat, revealing her tall and delicate body.
At this time, she was sitting by the campfire, warming herself by the fire, and talking to an elderly woman sitting opposite who was wearing gorgeous silver jewelry on her head.
If Lu Heng were here, he would definitely know her. The clothes of this old woman should be the style of the Miao people in the southwest. Moreover, they should be the clothes of the wizards in the Miao people. Under the light of the fire, the silver ornaments on her body looked particularly beautiful.
pretty.
Well, it's just that this old woman's face is not as dazzling as her clothes. Instead, it is a bit gloomy.
As if she was talking about something interesting, the woman held a branch in her hand, lit the fire, and laughed softly.
The woman's expression at this time was completely different from the outside. She had a charming smile on her face, and the warm firelight shone on her beautiful cheeks, which was very charming.
However, the wizard woman frowned slightly. Occasionally she raised her head and looked at this beautiful woman, with a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"You should kill him!" The old woman picked up the firewood beside her and put one into the bonfire. She raised her head and glanced at the woman and said indifferently.
The woman shook her head gently: "I'm just a weak scholar, haha, nothing will happen to me!" As she said that, she remembered the way the scholar just stood in the rain, waving his hands to her. She felt funny in her heart, and she pursed her lips and snickered.
.
The old woman glanced at the distracted woman, sighed softly, and stopped trying to persuade her. She turned her head to the window, looking at the hazy scenery with drizzle, her eyes a little wandering.