The rain slowly began to heavily, and the twilight sky of Fufeng Town had turned a faint mountain blue like a distant mountain at some point. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know how long it took, Gong Yuyao came back from her thoughts, and her peach blossom eyes glanced lightly behind her, only to find that the servant boy behind her was still standing and had not left.

The trickling raindrops hit the oil-paper umbrella and shattered into rain flowers. The boy's worn-out oil-paper umbrella was unbearable and the rain was pervasive, and raindrops often fell from the umbrella and hit the boy's head, wetting the black hair that was tied up with strips of cloth.

The young man seemed to be accustomed to it, and did not react to this, just lowered his head slightly and stood quietly behind Gong Yuyao.

"Little Bodhi, go back first, I'll go back by myself in a while."

For her little follower, Gong Yuyao is still very gentle. No, Xiao Bodhi's cute and simple nickname was given by Gong Yuyao.

Like the sons and ladies of other martial arts families, the nicknames they give to their subordinates are all Ah Fu, Dog Dan, Xiao Guizi and the like. Either it's cheesy, or it's all over the streets, how can it be so good?

Of course, this has to be because Xiao Bodhi's real name is good, otherwise Miss Shangguan, who writes uglier than the five or six-year-old naughty boy who just went to school, how could she think of such a nice nickname.

Little Bodhi's real name is Zhao Bodhi, and he is an orphan picked up by the old housekeeper from under the Zhutou Bridge. When he picked it up, Xiao Bodhi had not yet been weaned, only two months old, and I don't know if it was because of the red birthmark on his face and was discarded by his family.

The old housekeeper was a scholar in his early years, and he encountered robbers on the way to welcome his relatives, and was not only robbed of his relatives, but also ruined his family. After becoming the steward of Dongfang Pavilion and enduring it for ten years, he killed the thieves with a sword alone and killed all the people who did evil back then. Helplessly, the wife who had never passed through the door could not stand the insult of the robbers ten years ago, and hanged herself the next day.

The grief-stricken old housekeeper felt that he couldn't bear the wife who had not passed through the door, he had never married in his life, and he had no children and no daughters under his knees. Old and lonely, seeing that the little Bodhi in swaddling clothes was discarded at a young age, and his face was broken because of the birthmark, the old housekeeper felt pitiful, so he picked it up and raised it as his own child.

When picking up, there is a jade pendant engraved with the words "Zhao Bodhi" in the swaddling clothes, the old housekeeper is kind-hearted, in order to find Xiao Bodhi's family in the future, when he can find Xiao Bodhi, he has been letting Xiao Bodhi use the name Zhao Bodhi.

However, when Xiao Bodhi was still six years old, the old housekeeper died of a stubborn illness, leaving Xiao Bodhi alone.

After that, Xiao Bodhi was adopted into the Dongfang Pavilion and became Gong Yuyao's little follower.

Although Gong Yuyao's voice was not loud, it was extremely clear in a world full of rain.

And the sudden sound made Zhao Bodhi, who was staring at the shoes stained with yellow mud in a daze, stunned for a moment, and did not react for a while.

He glanced up at Gong Yuyao, and saw that the somewhat tired eyes were still waiting for an answer, so he quickly shook his hand and signaled that he would wait together.

Gong Yuyao was a little unhappy about Zhao Bodhi's disobedient behavior, but she didn't say anything, turned around and continued to look into the distance. It's nothing compared to his return in my heart.

For a while, there was calm again on the north and south bridges, and only the sound of rain remained.

To the south of the north and south bridges is the south of the wind, the buildings are mostly white walls and gray tiles, some houses have a history of hundreds of years, and there is a layer of moss on the tiles, full of traces of time. The Nanfu wind in the twilight and twilight rain looks like an ink painting with the earth as paper.

Compared with the calm on the north-south bridge, Nanfufeng is very lively at the moment, especially the high-rise building standing in the sky and earth at the beginning of the twilight, singing and dancing at the moment, and the seats are full.

The high-rise building is the largest restaurant in Fufeng Town, and it is the industry of the South Fufeng Yan family. Tonight, Yan Chong, the head of the Yan family, held a banquet in the restaurant to invite celebrities from all over the world to celebrate his son Yan Yunxiao's entry into the Tianyi Sect and became the personal disciple of the sect leader of the Tianyi Sect.

The intention of the Yan family is obvious, in addition to celebrating, it is to use Yan Yunxiao's fame to build momentum for the Yan family and transform fame into the greatest benefit.

I believe that it won't be long before the Beifufeng Oriental Pavilion, which is now as famous as the Yan family, will be left behind by the Yan family for 108,000 miles, whether it is family wealth, fame or strength.

No, tonight's banquet, the Yan family did not invite the Dongfang Pavilion, who had been friends with their family for decades. In Yan Chong's words: People go to high places, but dragons do not live with snakes.

Their Yan family is about to soar, get out of the small land of Fufeng, and compete with the ancient kingdom of Great Xia and even those ancient families in Dongzhou, and Dongfang Pavilion is just a small business house that is still struggling to get out of Fufeng Town.

At the same time, dozens of miles south of Fufeng Town, a flaming golden eagle spread its wings and slammed into the sky.

The plump feathers of the golden eagle emitted a faint golden light like a flame, and every time the long wings flapped, clusters of flames would ignite, rolling countless golden waves of fire under the body.

At night, the flame golden eagle was like a burning meteor, crossing the sky at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye, and flew towards Fufeng Town at great speed.

However, what is surprising is that at this moment, there are two people standing side by side on the back of the Flame Golden Eagle.

The Flame Golden Eagle is a sixth-order fierce beast known for its speed, which can fly 30,000 miles a day, and is one of the overlords of the Dongzhou sky, with a far-reaching reputation. A single flame golden eagle was enough to destroy an ordinary sect.

can use this fierce beast as a mount, it can be seen that the identity of the person who came is not ordinary.

And at this moment, the flame golden eagle raised its head and let out a long roar, and the light on the feathers suddenly became more brilliant, as if it wanted to take over the glory of the sun that had just fallen and illuminate the heavens and the earth.

In a dozen breaths, the Flame Golden Eagle came to the sky above Fufeng County from dozens of miles away, and this speed was really jaw-dropping.

The sudden change caused countless people to put down their jobs and walk out of their homes to find out.

"Oh my God! What happened, how did the sky get brighter again? ”

"Mother, isn't the sun setting, why is there still a sun hanging on it today?"

"Is that Yan Jiaerlang back? Amazing! Amazing! ”

"Who's to say no, I've lived in Fufeng for decades and haven't seen such a spectacle. Now I can see such immortal skills when I step into the loess with half a foot, and I am not wronged in this life. ”

Fufeng Town was boiling, from the sparse white-haired old man to the three-year-old child who had not dried up, all of them were amazed and curious about the sudden scene.

For them, the vision caused by the flaming golden eagle was more shocking than any sight they had ever seen.

"Are you back?"

Gong Yuyao looked at the sky stupidly, and couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears in his eyes, he finally came back.

I don't know if I felt Gong Yuyao's thoughts, and a figure jumped out from the flame golden eagle that was as radiant as the sun, and the king descended.

Looking at the slowly falling figure in the air, although it was just a back, it made Gong Yuyao's heart feel a lot more relaxed like a long drought and sweet rain, and felt that his thoughts and thoughts in the past three years were worth it.

Gong Yuyao dropped the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and ran in the rain in the direction where Yan Yunxiao fell.

"Ahh

Zhao Bodhi called out, wanting to remind Gong Yuyao not to get drenched in the rain, but as soon as she spoke, she had already run down the north-south bridge, leaving only a back running desperately in the rain.

In the rain, Gong Yuyao ran wildly, and the makeup carefully prepared in the morning was soon sparked by the rain. Her efforts were not in vain, and at the moment when Yan Yunxiao landed, she was the first to come behind Yan Yunxiao.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar back in front of her, tears poured out of Gong Yuyao's eyes like a broken embankment, she had been waiting for this moment for three years.

Gong Yuyao said with a little choked up: "Brother Yan." ”

"It turned out to be Yuyao!" Yan Yunxiao turned around and said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you use an umbrella on this rainy day?" ”