In the rain curtain, the magnificent palace looks quite majestic. Especially the "House of Perfection" with the inscription of the previous emperor on the gate, after so many days of humidity, it looks more fresh and bright.

By this time, the rain had already subsided a lot.

The drizzle of Mao Mao silently moistens the land of the south of the Yangtze River, and the neat Jiangning City, in this misty rain and fog, quietly shows the charm of this thousand-year-old capital. In the city, every house is closed to the door. Occasionally, someone squeaked open the door panel, tightened the clothes on their bodies, and walked into the vast rain and fog with an oil-paper umbrella, and soon disappeared.

The small grass and wildflowers on the side of the road, moistened by the rain for many days, look particularly fresh and pleasant. On the green leaves, on the delicate petals, crystal clear dew dotted on it, like dusty pearls. The breeze blows, and the drizzle moves with the wind. Like a vast mist, it swarmed and passed away. The dew on the leaves rolled down and sprinkled into the water on the grass.

On the clean bluestone road washed by the rain, Lu Heng held an oil-paper umbrella and walked quietly in the drizzle.

In front of me, the rain and fog were thick. In the white rain and mist, the pavilions and shops on both sides of the street are quietly bathed in the rain. The cracks in the bluestone slabs are full of rainwater. The rain converged into a small stream, and it went towards the Qinhuai River under the willows in front of it.

Lu Heng's robe had been wet a lot by the rain, but he didn't seem to notice it. Still leisurely walking in this frosty drizzle.

On the Qinhuai River, the dripping drizzle splashes on the surface of the river. Countless splashes of water formed a thin layer of mist. The breeze blows on the surface of the river, and the mist is like fine white silk, which is like fine white silk, and flutters unsteadily.

Lu Heng held an umbrella and walked slowly towards his home along the path by the river. When he walked to a lot, he stopped in his heart, turned his head and glanced at the Qinhuai River in the rain.

This was the place he had last seen the woman in white. Previously, he had nothing to do here to draw a sketch. Today, the reason why I stopped here is just a habit, or a hint in my heart.

However, this time, he did find something.

Well, and it's a very interesting thing.

On the surface of the river shrouded in mist, the mist floats. A guy with a hat on his head and a seemingly heavy robe, uh, I don't know if it's a guy or a woman. Unexpectedly, it's ...... Then stand on the surface of the river with your hands behind your back. The constant drizzle obscured his figure, looming as the mist fluttered.

Lu Heng thought he was dazzled, and after rubbing his eyes, he took a look again.

Well, yes, that guy was standing on the river. This man just stood on the water, I don't know when it started. I don't know when it's going to end. On this hazy Qinhuai River, it feels a little illusory, just like Lingbo's immortals.

This, what is this? A reed across the river? Or is it a Lingbo microstep? Magic, or fairy? Lu Heng stood under the willow tree by the river, looking at the man standing on the surface of the river, as light as nothing, and his heart was shocked.

This was the only thing that Lu Heng had seen in his two lifetimes that made him dumbfounded.

In my previous life, I had only seen this kind of picture in exaggerated martial arts movies. At the time, he was just smiling. I was a little disdainful in my heart.

After all, in the movie, those shots flying around over the bamboo forest are too fake.

How can a person fly?

It's just that the scene in front of him now shocked Lu Hengda.

An adult, still wearing a thick coat, stood on the water so lightly. It's like a swan, and it floats naturally on the water.

This, how embarrassing is Newton's feelings!

The more Lu Heng looked at it, the more interesting he felt, and then, he found the previous stump under the willow tree. Then he laid something out and sat down.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and groping his chin with the other. I looked at this wonderland in front of me with great interest.

The rain dripping from the willow trees rustled on the oil-paper umbrellas. The mist on the river drifted with the wind, wetting Lu Heng's robe. But he kept sitting there, with the expression of watching a movie in his previous life, happily watching the scene in the river.

However, his current smile is indeed a bit silly.

If someone passed by now, they would definitely think that Lu Heng was smirking.

The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. The mist on the surface of the river moves with the breeze. That's it, one person in the river, one person by the river. Standing quietly by the misty Qinhuai River.

I don't know if Lu Heng's gaze was too hot, or if the person in the river heard something.

When the mist on the river surface became messy, he seemed to be aware of it and turned his head and glanced towards where Lu Heng was.

Hey, it's her?

Lu Heng saw it clearly this time.

The master of light skills in the river turned out to be the woman in white he had seen before.

Unexpectedly, this person is still a master!

At the same time that Lu Heng was greatly surprised in his heart, the woman in the river frowned slightly. Her eyes were a little cold, and she stared at Lu Heng quietly.

The slightly clenched fists, as well as the uncertain look in her beautiful eyes, showed that there seemed to be a fierce struggle going on in her heart.

Just when her wrist flicked, a cold light flashed in her hand. But when he saw the scholar on the other side who had been sitting there watching him, he actually stood up and waved to himself.

The woman's wrinkled beauty quietly unfolded, and in her cold eyes, the killing intent also dissipated.

However, when a stranger discovers her biggest secret, she is still very angry. It's just that

Then, with a flick of the woman's wrist, a cold light shot into the air from her hands as white as jade. After that, the woman's feet were tapped, and her beautiful figure jumped high. After a few movements, she jumped onto the opposite riverbank. Disappeared into the rain and mist.

Of course, Lu Heng didn't know that he had just offended a top master and was almost killed.

At this time, he stood up with a regretful face. Looking at the surface of the river, where there is only mist, but there is no trace of tall people. He sighed and prepared to turn and leave.

Just as he took a step, there was a sudden sound of crackling willow branches breaking at the willow tops above him.

Lu Heng reacted quickly, and he hurriedly raised the oil-paper umbrella. Cover yourself tightly.

With a plop, a high-altitude falling object smashed heavily on Lu Heng's oil-paper umbrella. The fragile oil-paper umbrella was immediately smashed into tatters. The surface of the umbrella was torn and became rags. Several umbrella bones were also broken. The appearance of broken bones and tendons looks quite miserable.

Of course, this is not the worst. What's even worse is that Lu Heng blocked this high-altitude falling object, but he didn't block the broken branches and the rain on the treetops.

As soon as the oil-paper umbrella broke, broken branches and stagnant water all smashed on his body. Immediately poured him cold in his heart.

At this time, Lu Heng looked at his embarrassed appearance with a smile and a smile, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Me, this! Alas!

In the end, Lu Heng sighed helplessly, threw away the crippled oil-paper umbrella casually, and picked off the dead branches and leaves on his body. Squeezed the wet clothes again. When I was about to lift my feet and leave, I remembered what I had just dropped.

After looking down and seeing the thing that had just fallen, Lu Heng's expression suddenly became a little crying and laughing.

This, turned out to be a duck, oh no, a swan?

Lu Heng looked at the swan that had hung up in the wet grass in surprise. Then he looked up again and looked at the gray sky. A puzzled face.

Swans! I haven't eaten swan meat yet!

Lu Heng had long forgotten that he had been poured into the miserable situation of being a chicken in soup, nodded, muttered to himself, and picked up the swan on the ground with a smile.

After removing the soil and grass branches and leaves from the swan's body, he carried the swan and hummed an unknown song in his mouth, while patting the grass branches and leaves on his body, and walked towards his home.

Oh, I was really lucky today, not only saw the legendary light work, but also swan meat to eat.

A gust of wind blew, and Lu Heng, who was wet by the rain, couldn't help but shiver. After sneezing twice, he smiled happily and walked towards home.

At the same time, in a city god temple in Jiangbei.

In the dilapidated City God Temple, the window lattices are dilapidated. The wind blew in through the empty windows, swaying the campfire in the center.

The woman had already taken off her robe, revealing her tall and delicate body.

At this time, she sat by the campfire, and while the fire was being baked, she was talking to an elderly woman sitting opposite her with a splendid silver ornament on her head.

If Lu Heng was here, he would definitely know him. This old woman's costume should be the style of the Southwest Miaojiang generation. Moreover, it should be the costume of the wizard in Miaojiang. Under the light of the fire, the silver jewelry on her body looked particularly beautiful.

Well, it's just that the old woman's face is not as bright as her dress. On the contrary, it is a little gloomy.

As if to say something interesting, the woman chuckled softly as she picked up a twig in her hand and carried the fire.

The woman's expression at this time was completely different from the outside. She had a coquettish smile on her face, and the warm light of the fire shone on her beautiful cheeks, which was very charming.

However, the wizard woman frowned slightly. Occasionally looking up at this beautiful woman, a faint melancholy flashed in her eyes.

"You should have killed him!" The old woman picked up the wood beside her and filled it with a stick. raised his head and glanced at the woman, and said indifferently.

The woman shook her head slightly: "It's just a weak scholar, hehe, it's going to be fine!" As she spoke, she remembered the scholar just now, standing in the rain and waving at herself. I thought it was funny, and I pursed my lips and snickered.

The old woman glanced at the somewhat distracted woman, sighed softly, and stopped persuading. She turned her head out the window and looked at the drizzly and hazy scenery, her eyes a little wandering.

"It's been ten years!" The old woman murmured in her heart.