Onidiagonia doesn't like rainy days very much.

It rarely rains in Black Rock City, and when it rains, the demons like to hide in caves. The world is different, mortals are always very leisurely, and when they encounter the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, they always have to taste it.

The boat with an autumn-colored veil floated slowly from the lake, and the sound of the flower girl's piano floated along with it. He stood on the bridge and watched, and a head stuck out from the side. The young girl in the goose yellow dress leaned on the railing of the bridge with half her body and explained to him with a smile: "It is the flower girl's boat, and when it rains in the city, they will come to swim in the lake." ”

Ghost Diaotang glanced at her lightly and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the girl hurriedly followed him: "Cousin, you wait for me-"

The ghost carving tang was Jiang Yiru who encountered when he was cultivating in the mountains. The young lady who went up the mountain to burn incense in the Buddhist temple was chased by the fierce beast, and was about to die under the bloody mouth of the fierce beast, he happened to pass by, slaughtered the fierce beast with a knife, and saved the young lady.

Jiang Yiru sat on the ground, endured the panic, looked at the man in green shirt in front of him, and said, "I am ...... I am the young lady of the Jiang family in the city, where does the son's family live? When I go home, I will give a great gift......"

Ghost Diaotang said: "No need. "Walked past her.

He didn't want to entangle with human women more, and he came to this small city this time because he heard that there was a trading hall in this small city, and there was occasionally a spirit grass for sale in this trading hall, and this spirit grass happened to be an important material for him to refine and break through the magic pill.

He looked for a house in the city to stay, but after a few days, the woman came to the door.

Jiang Yiru stood at the door, and behind him was the wooden box brought by the family. She looked at the ghost carving tang and smiled: "I finally found you, the grace of saving lives can't just be counted like this, childe, this is a thank you gift from the Jiang family, you must accept it." ”

Ghost Carving: "......"

The gold and silver of the human race are fine and soft, and they have no meaning to the demons. He didn't say a word, and Jiang Yiru asked the family to move the boxes into his courtyard. It seems that because of this, she feels that her relationship with the ghost carving tang is one step closer, so she often sneaks out behind her family to find the ghost carving tang.

"Childe, are you going to the trading hall today? I've asked people to inquire, and I haven't left the grass to enter the museum in the past few days, do you want to go elsewhere to see? ”

"Childe, do you need any other materials besides Licao? I know the merchants in the city very well, if there is anything inconvenient, just tell me. ”

"Are you here for the first time? Would you like me to take you to try our local food?

She was always enthusiastic and worked hard to leave a little mark on his life. Ghost Diao Tang looked coldly at the noisy concern of this Terran woman, she was too noisy, if other demons with a bad temper saw her so noisy, maybe they would kill her directly.

But Ghost Diaotang acquiesced to Jiang Yiru's approach, not anything else, he really felt that this Terran woman was too weak, so weak that he didn't even have to make a move, and it was very difficult for her to live.

When the wind blows on a rainy day, you will catch a cold and get sick, and you will be pale with fright when you see insects and mice, and you will not dare to stick your head out of the quilt at night after listening to the strange stories told by the storyteller...... The Terran woman is weak and timid, like a fragile porcelain.

But she was bold. Obviously, he spoke coldly, although he restrained his demonic energy, but the chill on his body made the monks in the trading hall dare not approach, but this woman seemed to be unaware and often came to look for him.

She thought that the ghost carving tang was a hermit monk who came down from the mountain, and she knew that the people in the trading hall called him "Tang Gongzi", so she also called him "Tang Gongzi". She thought that the house where he lived was deserted, and every few days she would pick a large handful of wild flowers and insert them in the celadon vase on the table in his room.

Her courage is getting bigger and bigger day by day, sometimes the ghost carving tang goes to the trading hall, she comes to find someone and doesn't find it, so she pushes the door in by herself. Put the cakes and snacks on his table and wait for him to return, and if he does not come back after a long time, he will leave first.

The food of the human race is not of the slightest benefit to the demon race, but she comes to deliver it every day, and the ghost carving tang is inevitably curious. Sometimes when I go back late, I see the delicate pastries on the table, and finally I can't help but taste a little.

The moment he entered, his brows furrowed slightly, it was really a little too sweet.

Jiang Yiru was the first Terran to be so close to him, but this was also on the premise that the other party didn't know his demon identity. One day when he returned to the house, he found Jiang Yiru sitting at the table, with a blue paper umbrella in front of him, and pen and ink on the table, and the girl was drawing on the surface of his umbrella.

Ghost Diaotang's pupils shrank suddenly: "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang Yiru was startled and said, "I'...... I see that your umbrella is a little plain, and the oil-paper umbrellas sold by our city stores have patterns on them...... I want to help you draw a picture......" The voice gradually faded.

Ghost Diaotang looked at the blue paper umbrella in front of him, and his face was extremely ugly.

Jiang Yiru seemed to realize something, and looked at him uneasily: "Am I ...... Got into trouble? ”

Ghost Diaotang calmed down and said lightly: "No." ”

Jiang Yiru's expression was relieved, and before he could speak, he heard the indifferent voice of the ghost carving tang: "Don't come again in the future." ”

She looked at the ghost carving tang in confusion, and then her eyes gradually turned red, she didn't say anything, and left quickly in silence.

Ghost Diaotang turned to look at the blue paper umbrella on the table.

This is not an ordinary blue paper umbrella, this should be regarded as one of his magic weapons. It was a magic weapon that he had searched for for thousands of years to refine with purple bamboo and Qilin ice silk, which could withstand some of the thunder tribulations. Now that his cultivation is fast enough to break through, the Thunder Tribulation is expected to come soon. This blue paper umbrella was sealed by him with the power of the magic element, and it looked like an ordinary paper umbrella, if Jiang Yi painted on it, the effectiveness of the umbrella surface would also be damaged.

It's just at this time.

The ghost carving tang, who has always been moody and invisible, has a headache.

However, this headache did not all come from the destroyed magic weapon, but also the tears hidden in the eyes of the woman who had just left.

He shouldn't be so close to the Terrans, and in the stories that the storytellers of Black Rock City tell every day, the Terrans and the demons get too close, and the end is always miserable. While most of those stories are apocryphal, they are not all groundless.

He looked at the blue paper umbrella in front of the table, which used to have only a pale layer of cyan, like a shallow layer of glaze on porcelain, but now it has become richer. Jiang Yiru's painting skills are very good, but there is more ink, and a few brushstrokes outline the smoke and rain of a small town.

The warbler cries and dances, the willows by the lake are still clinging, a stone bridge spans the lake, and there are boats wrapped in veils in the lake going down the river. And in the drizzle, the man in the green shirt held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and hid it in the middle of the sky.

That's himself.

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