Flower Master in the City

"Which?"

Xia Leng asked simply and plainly.

A clear voice sounded outside the door, and smiled: "In the lower lord of the Imperial Immortal Residence, Kong Qingsong, there are some things I want to discuss with the cold son, I don't know if it is convenient?"

"come in."

There was a strange feeling in the heart of Xia Leng, but I didn’t think much.

I saw a young man dressed in a literati gown and wearing a Confucian towel, walked in slowly, and gave them a gift in the summer: "Have a visit, please ask the cold son for forgiveness."

"Nothing, Kong Dongzhu comes in."

Xia Leng also returned a gift, then waved his hand to signal him to come in.

Kong Qingsong walked into the living room with a smile. From the tea tray handed over by Feng Tianling, he slowly took off the teacup and slammed it on the side.

"What do you find me for?"

Xia Leng looked at the Confucius and thought about his intentions.

"There was nothing wrong with it. It was only in the past few days that there were rumors in the county. For the sake of the customers in the inn, Kong felt that it was necessary to inform the guests in advance."

Kong Qingsong dressed up as a Confucian, and it was also slow to talk about words. No matter the voice or the tone, it was very comfortable.

Xia Leng nodded and said directly: "That Dongdong, you say it."

"The rain in Beiyun County is actually going on and off for half a year. Can the cold son know?"

Kong Qingsong is like an old friend chatting, whispering.

Waiting for the summer to talk, Xiao Xiuer whispered: "If we know, we will not come to Beiyun County."

"Haha, this is also true."

Kong Qingsong did not care about Xiao Xiu's sorrow, but rather laughed and laughed: "In fact, there is a legend of 'rain girl' in our county since ancient times. This year's endless heavy rain is said to be caused by this 'rain girl'."

"Rain girl?

This has really not been heard. ”

Xia Leng is also interested in this kind of mysterious story. He can't help but ask: "Let's talk about it."

"The story is also simple and cliché."

Kong Qingsong stunned Xia Lian with a slight inquisition. "The story is that about a thousand years ago, a goddess fell in love with a scholar in the mortal world, and then he joined him to study for him to help him go to Beijing. Catch the exam.

At the end of the book, the scholars were nominated for the gold list. They were only caught in the prime minister’s list. They stayed in Beijing for the time being...” Xiao Xiuer couldn’t help but whispered: “Hey, this book is really a negative heart. ! ”

"Isn't the story finished yet?"

Listening to this story, Xia Leng feels really cliché, equally boring, and far worse than books such as "Ghost Stories" on the earth.

"There must be a goddess to go to Beijing to find a scholar and bring a child."

Xiao Xiuer sighed his nose and added: "But the scholar has completely changed his mind, fearing that the goddess and the child have delayed his future, so they sent people to assassinate them.

The goddess is full of grievances and grievances. Not only has it turned into a devil, but tears have turned into rain. ”

Xia Leng looked at Xiao Xiuer strangely. He didn't show up the little girl and the talent of the screenwriter. The little story added is similar to the experience of Qin Xianglian on the earth.

"The niece of the cold son is smart and clever."

Kong Qingsong looked at Xiao Xiuer with approval and then shook his head and said: "However, the story behind is not so bad."

"what?"

Xiao Xiuer stunned, "How can the story develop?"

Kong Qingsong replied: "The goddess only made an oath. The scholar did not return to Beiyun County one day, and she would have nine months of rain in his native country every year."

“Why is it nine months?”

Feng Tianling couldn't help but ask a question at this time.

"Because they know each other for nine months."

Kong Qingsong said with a smile.

Xiao Xiuer’s eyes are fascinated: “Is that bad guy book back?”

"This is a thousand years of rain, and it has not stopped yet."

Kong Qingsong seems to have answered questions, but everyone has understood that if the scholars are back, the rain is estimated to have long since stopped.

"Hey..." Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling are not immune to this kind of story. Even if they just listened to a synopsis of the story, they could hear two tears. "Haha, of course, this is just a story that has been handed down." ""

Kong Qingsong suddenly laughed and felt that the expressions of the two girls were very cute. "This rain is really weird. No one can understand the reason. So someone is forced to attach these stories. Everyone can listen." Don't take it seriously."

Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted. I felt that this was a simple scene, and some of the bad love stories.

Summer cooling feels different, this hole owner will not be bored to run over to tell him such a story, there must be something else.

Sure enough, after a lot of laughter, Kong Qingsong saw that Xia Leng still did not ask the question. The dark boy was really calm, but he couldn’t help it.

"Well, I have said something irrelevant and delayed the rest time of Xiaogongzi."

Kong Qingsong gently patted his hands and stood up. "Don't bother a few rest, Kongmou will leave."

"Kong Dong Lord is slow."

Xia Leng still did not ask, directly got up and sent.

"You don't have to send it."

Kong Qingsong rushed to the summer and they raised their hands. Just before going to the entrance, they turned back and said it was unintentionally saying: "Hey, there is something, Kongmou almost forgot."

Xia Leng knows that the meat is coming. This person has been tempered for half an hour. It is estimated that what he wants to say now.

"This rain will be in the next few days. For safety, I hope that you will be safe."

Kong Qingsong's tone is still flat. "If there is any strange movement in the middle of the night, tens of millions..." "Don't go out?"

Xiao Xiuer made up a sentence.

"No."

Kong Qingsong said a little more seriously: "Don't stay in the room, even if it rains, remember to run outside."

After all, Kong Qingsong walked forward and walked to the corner of the corridor in a few steps.

"The son, is this person having a problem with his brain?"

Xiao Xiuer wrinkled her eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Xia Leng shook his head: "He really came to remind us."

"How can I not understand what he said?"

Xiao Xiuer squinted at the small head. "If you are afraid of something, don't remind others to stay in the room, don't you come out, he actually let us run outside, and it doesn't matter if it rains. What if it's cold?"

"Do you think I will get cold?"

Xia Leng side of the side, stunned Xiao Xiuer.

Xiao Xiuer remembered that his son was a cultivator, his body was special, and he basically didn't get sick. He couldn't help but beep.

Near the middle of the night, Ji Jiucai came back from the outside.

"Jiu Ge, have you used your meal?"

Xiao Xiuer asked.

Ji Jiuchong smiled and said: "I have used it before, don't bother."

"Oh."

Xiao Xiuer nodded.

After a while, a group of four people gathered in the study.

Xia Leng is trying to know what useful news Ji Jiu has dressed up, and Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling simply want to hear anecdotes.

“What's the harvest?”

Xia Leng asked casually.

Ji Jiu drank a large bowl of warm tea and wiped his mouth: "It was a matter of hearing something, but I didn't know if it was useful to the son."

Xia Leng is not in a hurry: "You talk about it."

"There is three kinds of sayings about the rain in Beiyun County."

Ji Jiu paused for a few seconds, apparently in the wording: "The first one, said that it was a long time ago, there was a goddess..." "Nine brothers, we already know this."

Xiao Xiuer interrupted Ji Jiu’s words. "You can say the other two directly."

Ji Jiuyi took a moment, Xia Leng explained: "As soon as the landlord came, I told the story of such a **** girl's rainfall."

"Well, then I won't talk about this."

Ji nodded noddedly, and everyone didn't have a head. It didn't make much sense to talk about it again. These days are really boring, so telling stories and listening to stories has become a small disintegration between them.

"The second type is that there is a thousand-year-old fairy bell in the Feilai Temple in the north of the city. No one can knock."

Ji Ji went on to talk, and he reached out to compare the size of the bell. "It is said that it is a rain bell. It will rain if someone rings."

"This is a bit wrong."

Feng Tianling is a Yunzhou native after all. She still has a little understanding of some things in Beiyun County. "The legend of the bell was heard by me when I was a child. I only said that I was asking for a child. If I can ring, I can successfully create Liner. What."

"Beiyun County dialect, the rain is the child."

Ji Jiu smiled and explained: "There are several mountains separated by the Shenfeng Valley. The mountain sounds are not connected."

"What is the last rumor?"

Xiao Xiuer asked.

Ji Jiu revealed a meaningful smile: "This third kind is a bit interesting. There is a monster on the hill outside the city, as long as it goes down the mountain, there will be rain."

Xiao Xiu's little face is a bit stunned: "What do you mean?

Does the monster need nine months to eat a meal? ”

"This monster is not a mountain monster. It is said that it was a drop of fairy tears thousands of years ago. It happened to be a demon."

Ji Jiu continued: "And, what it eats is not human, it is not other food, but gas."

"That's not a ghost."

Xiao Xiuer is not surprised. He swears: "There are things in the mystery novels. The ghosts are all yang."

Ji Jiuben wanted to explain it in detail, and then he shook his head. He felt that Xiao Xiuer might not understand it, so he nodded directly: "Well, you can understand this.

As long as the rain is sprayed on it, the gas in the body will be sucked away. ”

"The words before the hole owner are a bit strange."

Xia cold pinched his chin and thought about it.

If the third legend is true, the suggestion that the Confucius would let them run in the rain is quite strange.

But he also felt that the Confucius had no complaints and no enmity, and he did not make sense to calculate them, and he still used such a random way.

Daddy, summer cold heart glimpsed, eyes gazing in the room.

Ji Jiu’s expression also became very dignified in an instant, even if it was a little late and Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling felt some wrong feelings.

Outside the candlelight, the shadows are dense, like life, with the light shaking slightly.

Summer cold face is tight, feel for a while, suddenly spit out a word: "Run!"