Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 1305

The light rain, taking advantage of the warm morning light, fell in the state capital.

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

In fact, this is a short and small alley, inside the alley is the inner city, outside the alley is the outer city, and in between, there is only 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 adults see them, they will inevitably be laughed at or even scolded. It is not impossible.

At the entrance of a small courtyard, by the side of a small river, under a slender tree, a large oil-paper umbrella was propped up.

"Ms. Song, come out to watch the rain again?"

At the gate of the courtyard next door, an old man who usually goes out of the pancake stall said loudly.

"Yeah, it's pretty good-looking." The middle-aged woman known as Mrs. Song said in a warm voice.

"Where does it look good? Let's talk about the rain. If it is smaller, I will be able to get out of the stall. If it is larger, I will give up. An Anxin will stay at home for a day, but it is not big, it is small But it’s not small, even if we go to the stall, we won’t be able to sell a few pancakes, bad luck!”

Saying this, the old man stomped his feet in order to further express his mood.

"Then let's take a day off." Mrs. Song said with a smile: "This rain, I reckon, it may get heavier later."

The old man muttered a few words to himself, and went back to his own yard, even closing the yard door, wondering if he followed Mrs. Song's persuasion, and went back to the house for a good night's sleep.

Here, Mrs. Song propped up the umbrella, set up the table, and went into the courtyard a few times. Afterwards, a small brazier was raised on the table.

Lady Song was sitting under the umbrella, and as if to pass the time, she lit a fire, boiled water, and boiled something that was not known to be medicinal herbs or something.

After a while, smoke curled up on the table.

The rise of the smoke, and the rise of the water vapor, merged together, as if like the water plants on the side of the small river, swaying and swaying, leaving the area of ​​​​the table and the cover of the oil-paper umbrella above, drifting to the Go in the morning light and blend into the light rain.

Mrs. Song's eyes seemed to be half-seeing, as if following the smoke and water vapor, but also seemed to be absent, looking out in a daze.

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

A large number of bright light spots like fine snow fell from the sky, but before they fell to the ground, they all swept towards a certain direction outside the east city.

At the same time, from far and near, even on the ground under the feet, wisps of white and water-colored smoke kept rising.

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

Rising to the whole sky.

But a few of them, wrapped in the "fine snow" falling from the sky, headed out of the east city together.

"I thought Old Man Mu would come sooner, but I didn't think so. It's Old Man Li." After watching like this for an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Song opened her mouth softly, as if talking to herself.

Then, her brows were slightly frowned again, "However, it shouldn't be, since I saw him last time, he was still a little off. It's not like his style to advance in a hurry. .”

Mrs. Song's surname is indeed Song, but her real identity may be slightly different from those who know her in the neighbors 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 platform.

The current suzerain of Baihuazong, one of the three major sects in Jiujiang Prefecture.

Or, reluctantly, another identity can be added, the deacon of the outer sect stationed in Jiujiang Prefecture of Taisuzong, one of the Nine Great Immortal Sects.

It’s just that most of the people living around Tianshui Lane are people from the market. Even if there are a few monks who live here or pass by here occasionally, they are just low-level monks in the Condensation Realm, and they can’t even touch the edge of the Xuanguan Realm. Where did the insight come from to recognize this being who could be called the overlord in the entire state.

It's Lady Song, also Song Sovereign, and even Song Overlord.

Of course, in a place like Jiujiang Prefecture, under normal circumstances, there are no personnel matters that require her to stand up and do her own thing.

So this one is really just "Ms. Song" more often.

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

A young girl holding a pretty light blue umbrella stepped across a small bridge not far from outside the city, and came here under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Song.

"Ok, sit down." Mrs. Song nodded slightly.

The girl didn't sit down directly, and entered the range of the big oiled paper umbrella. She first put away her small umbrella, then saluted Mrs. Song with a very solemn expression, and said "Junior pays respects to senior", before Sitting on the side of Mrs. Song with a cute appearance.

The small stool was still filled with firewood just now, and the few firewood was picked up by Lady Song on the table.

"you know me?"

Regarding the young girl's actions, Mrs. Song did not make any gestures, but just said so lightly.

"The junior just arrived in Zhoucheng from other places yesterday." The girl said, "I also came here from outside the city this morning."

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

"Looking for someone." The girl said, her beautiful eyebrows frowned, "The elders in the family wanted me to find a brother, but they didn't make it clear. I only got some information yesterday that I knew that brother might live here. In town."

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

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

"Whose name is it?" Mrs. Song asked softly.

"I don't know." The girl frowned even more, "The family only told the name that brother used at home, but told me that brother might not use that name outside."

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

"I don't know. It may be the same as me, it is the cultivation base of the Enlightenment state, but it is not easy to say."

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

Of course, after turning pale with shock, his bigger reaction was mostly to find it funny.

But to the girl's words, Mrs. Song didn't even have the slightest extra reaction, she still looked indifferent, without even raising the corners of her eyes, she just continued to ask: "Then how did you find him?"

"I'm actually looking for seniors."

the girl said.

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

"how do I say this?"

Silently, even the raindrops falling 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 can meet senior today, I will probably be able to find that brother next."

Lady Song lost her composure.

Her brows also began to furrow.

(End of this chapter)