The sky was a little gloomy, and black clouds were floating quietly in the sky near Sanshui Mountain, and it seemed that it would not be long before a heavy rain was coming.

The people of Boli Village had long since learned about the change in the weather through the stone statue of the dragon god, and they all hid in warm houses, except for some people who had to park outside.

And on the top of Sanshui Mountain, Feng Jian Yuxiang cultivated outside the house as always, not caring about the change of weather, it should be said that rain is not exclusive to most flower demons, although for her, the sun flower monster, the sun is still a little better.

In the room, Luo Qingchen and Shenqi sat on a clean and somewhat cold floor, with a small low table in front of them, on which were some black and white chess pieces.

There is no doubt that Luo Qingchen and Shenqi are playing chess, this is of course Luo Qingchen's masterpiece, and for these two people, this is also a way for them to spend time.

Even, Luo Qingchen also made poker, but at least three people can play it, and it is obvious that Youxiang will not participate in their time-wasting behavior.

"Shenqi, it's going to rain, let's go collect our clothes." Luo Qingchen glanced at the sky outside the window and put down the chess pieces in his hand.

Shenqi looked at the chessboard, dropped the chess pieces in his hand, and didn't care about Luo Qingchen's words at all, just reached out and pulled his silver-gray long hair behind his ears, and looked at Luo Qingchen with a slight smile.

"I'm sorry, but this time, it's me who won."

"Ah, no more, no more." Luo Qingchen angrily flipped over the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces spilled on the floor.

Shen Qi smiled, for Luo Qingchen's behavior of turning the plate in a bad mood, she has been used to it in the past few days, of course, there are also reasons for her gentle nature.

Luo Qingchen glared at Shen Qi rather depressedly, turned around and walked out of the window, turned into a prototype, and flew into the dark clouds above.

"It shouldn't be, this is completely unscientific, shouldn't a guy like Shenqi be a natural stupid person who is clumsy in everything he does, why is he so talented in Go, it's a pit dragon."

Luo Qingchen muttered as he stirred the power of water in the air, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker.

In Luo Qingchen's thoughts, after he threw out the game of Go, which relies on intelligence to win, Shenqi should always lose, although his level is not very high, but it is still a little bit.

Who knows, from beginning to end, it turned out to be a one-sided situation, of course, referring to Shenqi who won him by a huge advantage, ah, I can't bear it.

The mood is getting worse and worse, the air is rich in moisture, and in the black clouds, light blue lightning looms.

As a natural god, Luo Qingchen naturally has no pressure to control the weather, but it is impossible to maintain sunny days all the time, and some other weather is needed.

At this moment, it is already spring, and it is the season when rain is needed, so Luo Qingchen also took the position of a weather regulator by the way.

Speaking of which, it has been almost a year since Shenqi came here, and time has really passed quickly, Luo Qingchen was quite emotional, because the day when Shenqi left was getting closer and closer.

Shenqi is a traveler, this is what she told Luo Qingchen, Luo Qingchen thought that she was probably visiting the scenery on the mainland or something, but this was not the case.

"I'm looking for something, maybe I can't call it something, maybe it's a concept, maybe it's a place, I don't know, but I know I'm close to finding it."

Luo Qingchen still remembered that when Shen Qi said this, the solemn expression on his face was unusually soft, "What the hell is that." ”

"The true meaning of magic, it's probably something like this, I can't explain it."

"One day, a thought popped up to me, I wanted to know what magic was, and where it came from, and from that moment on, this idea was deeply rooted in my mind, driving me to find it."

"Oh~" Luo Qingchen was noncommittal, magic or something, he didn't understand it very well, but it sounded very powerful.

Luo Qingchen understood that the kind of thing that Shen Qi said existed, and for him, there might be a word to describe that kind of thing - Dao.

What Shenqi is looking for is her way.

Therefore, until then, it is impossible for Shenqi to stay in one place, she will always leave, she has to find her way.

Alas~ Luo Qingchen couldn't help but sigh, after a year, Shenqi, for him, has become a family-like existence, and separation is naturally sad.

Despite this, Luo Qingchen will not force him to stay, after all, as long as he is still in this world, then there will always be a day when he will meet, and the bond of being a family member is not a distance that can be separated.

So, all that's left is blessings.

So, at the end of that, it's better to give Shenqi a gift.

The dark clouds are low, and the raindrops the size of beans fall from the sky, and the first rain of spring begins, unveiling another cycle.

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"Young/fragrant." Luo Qingchen stopped Feng Mixiang, who was cultivating.

Yuxiang stopped the movement in her hand and turned around expressionlessly, her gaze was obviously complaining, but she didn't like to talk, and that's it.

The master is a big fool, and when he sees the fragrance, he often thinks so in his heart.

Luo Qingchen looked at Youxiang, because she worked too hard, sweat wet her hair, strands on her head, and even the clothes on her body were moistened, and they were tightly attached to her body, and you could see the shape of the collarbone on her chest.

"Alas, don't get tired." Luo Qingchen gently brushed away Youxiang's hair, revealing a smooth forehead, a little bit of moisture evaporated from Youxiang's body, and after a while, her body was dry again.

Feng saw Youxiang raised her head slightly, looking at Luo Qingchen's rather worried gaze, and her white teeth bit her lips tightly.

Perhaps, at the beginning, Kazami Yuka was just to become stronger, but as a disciple of the dragon god, if he wasn't a strong man, wouldn't it be a shame for the master.

This is something that cannot be forgiven in any way.

Seeing the fragrance of the wind, he must not let the master be ashamed, and in the vermilion pupils, he is as strong as madness.

This is Kazami Yuka, often simple to paranoia, but most successful people are also paranoid.