salted fish soaring

Thunderstorms in summer are no more lingering and dense than spring days. If they don't rain, they will rain vigorously and splashingly, vowing to change the world.

It rained heavily overnight at Xianyinmen, the flowers and leaves were falling everywhere, and the branches and leaves were competing for growth.

For He Qingqing, this is a rainy night where life and death change, and the old becomes the new.

On the same night, before the rain fell, the Qianqu hunting team finished their work and gathered around the bonfire to drink and barbecue.

After the villagers outside the poisonous miasma forest divided the corpses of monsters, they would always pick out the best parts, marinate them with seasonings, and send them to the hunting team to express their gratitude.

The crimson fire shines on every young face, and the team fight makes the young people more united and tacit, talking and laughing without any scruples, and becoming more and more rough.

"It's really much happier than life on the mountain."

"Go to his mother's Huawei Sect, come, have another bowl!"

Ji Chen was acquainted with each other, at first he advised everyone not to swear, but after half a night, he learned a lot of new words, such as "fuck his mother" and "bury his father".

A low-level monster hangs on the grill.This wild boar is well-proportioned, and after grilling, it is sizzling and shiny, and then coated with a layer of golden wild bee jelly.

After one bite, the crispy skin sizzled, and the outer disciples' mouths were full of greasy food.

In the past, Ji Chen never hated the food, but now he is reduced to the open-air barbecue, and his posture is more elegant than others.Not only elegant, but also leisurely speaking.

"When you were fighting in the martial arts test, you went to watch every match of 'My Damn Sister', and even sent colored notes to invite others to watch too. It's a pity that she never snatched the flowers you threw off the stage, so she had to come back to me Crying, it can be seen that she really likes you..."

Meng Heze felt like ten thousand ducks quacking in his ears.

He thought, if I made a mistake, Senior Brother Song would punish me instead of letting Er Que, a novice learning swear words, torment me.

Meng Heze held the sword without saying a word, his side face was cold, his pressure leaked out, trying to scare the opponent away.

On the contrary, the other disciples were so scared that they didn't dare to approach, leaving only Ji Chen by his side, still talking about his sister, from his personality and hobbies to childhood fun.

From a distance, it seems that the two are close and brotherly.

Ji Chen blinked his big eyes: "Brother Meng, are you listening? Brother Meng, what are you thinking?"

"I want you to shut up."

"Then do you want to think about my sister?"

"I think about you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Heze's complexion changed suddenly, and he got up suddenly.

Ji Chen was startled, and immediately alerted: "There is a monster?! Where is it?"

Meng Heze looked at the sky and said softly, "The wind is blowing."

The wind came from the direction of Tiancheng.

The bonfire flickered, smoke rose, sparks flew, and the aroma of barbecue was blown everywhere.

"boom!"

Thunder rumbled.

The roar of beasts in the distance seems to echo the thunder of heaven.

All the disciples looked up at the sky together.The wind and cloud gather and disperse, and the moon has no light.

After Ji Chen practiced the formation, he became more sensitive to changes in the air mechanism of the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, he muttered to himself: "Brother Song, what kind of supernatural powers did you practice?"

……

The great heat is approaching, the red sun is like fire in the daytime, and the coolness at night is precious.

Xiaolan Village was extremely dull tonight, and the night sky seemed to be covered with iron, covering the world airtightly.

The big cattail fan in Liu Carpenter's hand was rattling, but it still couldn't fan out a little bit of cool air.

Huanniang wiped his sweat with a smile: "Don't fan me."

The guy is shirtless.Children bare buttocks.Everyone was sweating, and the clothes were sticky to their bodies.

The old village head picked up his crutches: "Let's go, everyone."

It's unseasonably hot and it doesn't look like it will rain tonight.

The woman held the child, the man helped the old man, and got up talking and laughing, but there was no sign of disappointment.

Qianqu has experienced a severe drought for three years, and dryness and hotness are the norm in summer.Compared with the rain itself, the event of "waiting for the rain with the Song Xianguan" has become a ritual instead of entering the temple to kowtow.

Waiting for the rain every night makes people believe that even though they are thousands of miles away from Tiancheng Xianguan's mansion, they can still feel the will and strength of the fairy officials.

Someone dug ditches beside the field ridges, and someone placed a large empty tank at the entrance of the village, as if telling the sky that they were ready to catch the rain and store water at any time.

Not only Xiaolan Village, Qianqu has more than [-] people, everyone is like this.

Huanniang called back to the madly running little tiger: "Have you not had enough fun? Go back to the house and sleep."

Since they had their fill, the children were full of energy and seemed not to be tired.

Xiaohu reluctantly bid farewell to his playmates, turned around and said, "Mother hug."

"Don't mess around, there's still one in your mother's belly!" Carpenter Liu grabbed his son and took two steps, suddenly stunned.

There was a rustling sound from the fields, and there was a wave after wave like a sea tide.

It is the sound of the strong wind blowing through the fields and stirring the ears of corn.

"What's the matter?" Huanniang tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Liu Carpenter's eyes lit up: "The wind is blowing!"

What a refreshing wind!

Everyone couldn't help but stop together.

Like a giant hand lifting the iron cover of the sky, the cool wind sweeps in and the heat is swept away.

The sticky sweat on his face was blown dry in an instant, and the cloth clothes stuck to his body were blown up, squinting his eyes comfortably.

Thunder rolls, echoing across the field.

The old village chief suddenly dropped his wooden stick, opened his hands in the direction of Tiancheng, and swayed.

The son hurriedly supported him: "Father, what are you doing!"

He quickly stopped asking, touched his cheek, and stared in shock.

In addition to the fragrance of millet, there was also something cool and damp in the wind.

Thunderous.

All men, women and children in the village looked up at the sky, from shock to excitement.Someone's lips moved slightly, but no one made a sound.

It seems that one word out of the mouth is going to scare that thing away.

……

Song Qianji was still sitting in Song Yuan.

In the strong wind, flowers and leaves danced all over the sky, but he sat still, closed his eyes and breathed.

He didn't light any candles tonight, the sky was covered by thick clouds, and the Song Courtyard was plunged into darkness.

However, if a monk who is proficient in qi-watching technique "opens the eyes of the sky" at this moment, even if he just glances at Song Qianji, his eyes will be painful and tears will not stop.

A steady stream of luck gathered from all directions, lingering around Song Qianji's body, after a majestic accumulation, it finally burst into brilliant golden light.

More than [-] people in the entire Qianqu County gathered their blood and blood, and the golden light soared into the sky, making the night as bright as day.

Qi luck is invisible, and Song Qianji didn't notice anything, only felt that the "happy rain on a spring night" technique was getting smoother and smoother, to an unbelievable level.

"It's about time," he thought.

Just tonight, right now.

Every meridian, every bone, and every pore in the body is stretched out in the wind, full of aura.

"boom!"

A thunder.

Song Qianji's breath reached its peak, and his expression remained the same.

The lightning cut through the night sky, illuminating the young man's thin figure.

For other monks to meditate and break through, they must absorb spiritual energy from the outside world and communicate with the world from the outside to the inside.

But Song Qian's fuselage was carrying a strange treasure, and the Jingping bottle in the Zifu made a clear sound and turned slowly, and the trickle of the undead spring flew out of the bottle's mouth.

The invisible golden light of luck slanted down like a waterfall, washing over the top of the head and infusing the whole body.

"boom!"

There was another thunderclap.

"Clap!"

The first drops of water fell from the sky and wet the potato flowers.

"Whoa!"

The heavy rain finally fell.

From one drop to ten thousand drops, from drizzling to torrential.

Like thousands of elves jumping between heaven and earth.The mountains, fields, and wilderness are shrouded in a layer of white gauze.

The soil splashed, with a special aroma and moisture.

Xiaohu stared blankly, the huge strangeness made him shrink into his mother's arms.

Huanniang had tears in her eyes: "Don't be afraid, silly boy, it's rain!"

The standing crowd is activated by the rain:

"It's raining! It's raining!"

"Song Xianguan is waiting for the rain!"

Carpenter Liu bent his knees and fell to his knees.

People ran wildly in the rain, drank the rainwater, stepped on the water, laughed wildly, ran and shouted.

Not only people, every millet in the field, every sapling on the mountain stretches its roots, shakes its leaves, and drinks water greedily.

The rainwater filled the canals and overflowed the vats.

The old village chief said in tears: "Three years! Three years!"

The whole Qianqu is crying and laughing, intertwined with the sound of rain.

After three years of drought, I finally waited for a night of heavy rain.

During the heavy rain in Songyuan, the meridians in Song Qian's body were washed by the Immortal Spring, and his aura surged with the sound of the rain.

Break out of Qi Refining, break through Foundation Establishment.

Two breakthroughs and two borders along the way, like cutting melons and vegetables, approaching the half-step Jindan.

Song Qianji secretly had a bad idea, forcibly suppressed the spring of immortality, mobilized his spiritual consciousness, and led the spring water back to the clean bottle, so the vision of heaven and earth was not attracted.

"It's dangerous." He breathed a sigh of relief.

The happy rain on a spring night should be a gentle exercise that moistens things silently.Step by step, blending into nature, silently and naturally.

How can the cultivation base skyrocket, almost out of control.

The fortune-telling adventure that breaks through two realms in a row should only happen to the savior.

Song Qianji felt a little helpless.In his previous life, he worked so hard to earn money, and even in his dreams, he wanted to increase his cultivation base.

In this life, he eats noodles and sleeps, and his cultivation base chases him up.

……

Thousands of canals away.

Wei Ping slept in Mingyue Building tonight.

He has long been used to this kind of life. If he has money, he sleeps in a flower building, but if he has no money, he sleeps in the gutter, and there is no place he can't sleep in.

While half asleep and half awake, I suddenly heard the raindrops beating on the window and tiles, fine and dense, like random beads falling to the ground.

Wei Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

As soon as the window was pushed open, the dripping water vapor rushed towards the face, instantly dispelling the strong smell of wine, balsam, and powder in the room.

Looking through a layer of rain curtain, the lights of the opera house on the opposite side are indistinct.

"'The red building looks cold across the rain. Beaded foil floating lanterns..." He took a sip of cold wine and sang half of the tune vaguely.

Looking beyond the eaves of the song building, he looked further into the distance.

To him, it was just an ordinary rainy night.

But for some reason, he was inexplicably confused.