Chapter 1305 Song Niangzi

   The light rain fell in the state capital in the warm morning light.

  There is a street called Tianshui Lane near the outer city of the state capital. It is named after the lane, which probably means that this street may not be too big.

   In fact, this is the same, this short and small alley, inside the alley, is the inner city, outside the alley, is the outer city, and in between, only a small but clear river on the side of the alley is connected.

The river is also shallow, and even naughty children can roll up their shorts and wade from here to there. Of course, if adults see it, they will inevitably be laughed at and scolded, and parents who are angry will directly **** with a stick. Not impossible.

   At the entrance of a small courtyard, also beside a small river, under a soft tree, a large oil-paper umbrella was propped up.

   "Miss Song, came out to watch the rain again?"

   At the door of the courtyard next door, an old man who usually sells oil cakes said loudly.

   "Yeah, it's pretty." The middle-aged woman known as Lady Song said warmly.

"What's so good about it, let's talk about the rain, if it's a little smaller, I'll be able to give it up, if it's bigger, I'll give up, and An An will stay at home for a day, but it's not big, but small But it's not too small, even if you open a stall, you won't be able to sell a few cakes, bad luck!"

   Having said this, the old man stomped his feet in order to further express his feelings.

   "Then let's take a day off." Madam Song said with a smile: "I guess this rain will get worse later."

  The old man muttered to himself, and went back to his yard, even the yard door was closed. I don't know if he obeyed Mrs. Song's advice and went back to the house to sleep in the cage.

   Here, Mrs. Song held up her umbrella, set up the table, and went to the courtyard a few times. After that, a small brazier rose on the table.

   Mrs. Song sat under the umbrella and, like killing time, lit a fire, boiled water, and boiled something that I don’t know if it was an herb or something.

   For a while, there was smoke billowing from the table.

The rise of smoke and the rise of water vapor merged together, as if they were like the water plants on the small riverside, swaying and swaying, leaving the area of ​​the table and the shroud of the oil-paper umbrella above, drifting to the In the morning light, it also merged into the light rain.

   Mrs. Song's eyes seemed to be different from seeing, as if following the smoke and water vapor, but also as if there was no, she looked out like a faint.

   In her vision, another "rain" is falling in this whole world.

   A large number of luminous 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, far and near, even on the ground under his feet, faint wisps of smoke that looked white and water-colored continued to rise.

   is like there is water in the ground, and then it rises when it is illuminated by the blazing sun.

   rises to the whole sky.

   But a few of them, surrounded by the "fine snow" that fell from the sky, went out to the east city together.

   "I thought Old Man Mu would be earlier, but I didn't think so, it was Old Man Li." After watching this for a long time, Mrs. Song spoke softly and said to herself.

Then, her brows were slightly wrinkled again, "However, it shouldn't be, obviously the last time I saw him, his heat was still a point or two worse. It's not like his style to rush to the stage. ."

   Mrs. Song is indeed surnamed Song, but her real identity may be slightly different from those of the neighbors who know her in this alley.

  Song Qinghong.

   monk.

   The realm of life and death is only one step away from the realm of the earth-level spirit stage.

   The contemporary suzerain of Baihua Sect, one of the three major sects in Jiujiang Prefecture.

   Or, reluctantly, you can add another identity, the outer sect deacon in Jiujiang Prefecture of Taisuzong, one of the nine immortal sects.

It's just that most of the people living around Tianshui Lane are from the market. Even if there are a few monks who live in or pass by occasionally, they are only the low-level monks in the Primordial Condensation Realm. Where did the discerning eye come from to recognize this existence who could be called a hegemon in the entire state.

   is Song Niangzi, Song Sect Master, and Song Overlord.

   Of course, in a place like Jiujiang Prefecture, under normal circumstances, there is no need for her to stand up and do it exclusively.

   So more often, this person is really just "Miss Song".

   "Sister, can I sit down and have a glass of water? Have a sip."

   A young girl holding a pretty little light-blue umbrella, crossed a small bridge not far from outside the city, and came here under the watchful eyes of Lady Song.

   "Okay, sit down." Lady Song nodded slightly.

The girl did not sit down directly and entered the range of the big oil-paper umbrella. She first put away her small umbrella, then bowed to Madam Song with a very solemn expression, and said, "Junior meets senior", before she did. A cute little girl sat beside Song Lady.

   There was firewood on that small stool just now, and Lady Song picked up the little firewood on the table.

"you know me?"

   Madam Song didn't make any gestures towards the girl's actions, but just said this lightly.

   "Junior just arrived in the prefecture from out of town yesterday." The girl said, "It was only this morning from outside the city."

   "What's the matter here?" Lady Song glanced at her.

"Looking for someone." The girl said, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, "The elders in the family asked me to find a brother, but he didn't make it clear. I only got some information yesterday, and I know that the brother may live here. in the city."

   "But I still don't know where he lives!"

   The girl said flatly, without making any pitiful gestures, but when she said this, people couldn't help but want to smooth her slightly frowning eyebrows.

   "Who's the last name?" Song Niangzi asked softly.

   "I don't know." The girl's brows wrinkled even more, "The family only told the name that brother used when he was at home, but they told me that the brother might not use that name outside."

   Lady Song nodded and asked again, "What cultivation?"

   "I don't know either. Like me, it may be the cultivation of the enlightenment realm, but it's not very easy to say."

  If there are outsiders here, they will be shocked when they hear this.

   Of course, after he was shocked, his bigger reaction was mostly funny.

   But to the girl's words, Mrs. Song didn't even have the slightest extra reaction, she was still indifferent, she didn't even raise the corner of her eyes, she just continued to ask: "Then how did you find him?"

   "I'm actually looking for a senior."

   said the girl.

   These words finally moved Mrs. Song, even quite a bit.

"how do I say this?"

   Silently, even the raindrops that fell on the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be a little less.

   "That brother is really hard to find, but just last night, one of my supernatural powers told me that if I could meet a senior today, I would probably be able to find that brother next time."

   Lady Song lost her composure.

   Her brows also began to wrinkle.

   (end of this chapter)