The clouds and ghosts, the dangerous mountains and the bad rain, seem to bury everything in the mountains.

The heavy rain looks very plain, but it always reveals a hint of strangeness.

At least in Jianganliu it looks strange. When Jiang Anliu realized that it was raining, he already felt that something was wrong.

The rain seemed to come suddenly, like a glimpse into Jiang Anliu's eyes; And it gradually invades the heart like a moisturizing thing silently, so that people cannot perceive it.

Jiang Anliu was not in a hurry in the rain, thinking about the occurrence of the rain. In Jiang Anliu's cognition, it seems that he has never seen rain - simple rain.

The Xuan Qi is so rich that it will drip down in the form of rain to a certain extent, and it is nothing more than a place where the cave bell is beautiful; Or there is a great power to use extraordinary means, and the Ming Array can also do it, but it is not on such a large scale.

True Martial Continent, Martial Arts is prosperous. Those who are capable collapse mountains and rocks, and break the sea and rivers. Jiang Anliu is not conceited that he is invincible in this world, but he also thinks that he has the means.

After realizing that it was raining, he thought of using a little trick to stop the heavy rain. But under some means, the heavy rain continued.

This made Jiang Anliu a little meaningful. His brows furrowed slightly, and he thought for a moment.

There is no mystery in this rain, and it is obviously not manipulative. However, Jiang Anliu's water control method cannot change the rain at all, which is really puzzling.

"Is it really providential?" Jiang Anliu looked up at the sky covered by black clouds, and his heart wandered.

Then he shook his head again, there was no ethereal will in this sky. There may be in the future, but definitely not now.

Despite the strangeness, Jiang Anliu couldn't think of the reason, but he was not afraid of what the heavy rain was, and still walked slowly in the rain.

The path is secluded, the heavy rain is pouring, the clouds and mountains are foggy, and the face is unknown.

The only boy walked calmly in the rain, and the heavy rain fell on his body and collapsed. Jiang Anliu released a little bit of Xuan Qi, pushed the dust to avoid the rain, and scattered the rain around him, so as not to get wet.

Jiang Anliu didn't know how long he had been walking, and the time seemed to be very long and very short. The rain gradually increased, and the trees in the mountains and forests made a sound like a ghost crying because of the rain. The dragon and snake walk under the mountain, rushing to the distance and nowhere to go.

Suddenly, I saw a woman kneeling in front of me in the rain, and the rain flowed down from her hair, and she couldn't see her original appearance. Buried in the head and weeping, the cry is very small compared to the sound of the rain, if there is nothing.

But for Jiang Anliu, he heard it clearly. Immortal cultivators, all kinds of supernatural powers, deaf and clear, are far beyond the ability of ordinary people.

Jiang Anliu looked at the woman and slowly walked past her.

The woman was just buried in her head and weeping. Ignore others. Maybe you didn't notice the person coming, maybe you noticed it and didn't pay attention to it.

Jiang Anliu didn't pay attention to it, just a mortal. There is no trace of mystery, not a martial artist. Maybe in the midst of this heavy rain, you will die later, maybe you will die tomorrow. But in short, you can't escape death.

The shower whipped the girl, and Jiang Anliu walked by.

After passing by the girl a few steps, Jiang Anliu suddenly stopped.

"That's not right!"

A very strange feeling passed away.

An atmosphere of disharmony arises here. Jiang Anliu stood in front of him and locked his thoughts, and the girl kneeling on the ground behind him only cried.

Jiang Anliu pondered the strange feeling that had flashed just now.

I can't get an answer. Then he looked back at the crying girl.

Still unable to see her face, the woman knelt on the ground and cried, her voice was small, and she was covered up in this heavy rain.

Jiang Anliu thought for a moment, then took two steps towards the woman. After another feeling, his brow relaxed.

"The rain has become heavier, albeit by a fraction of a margin." Jiang Anliu thought about it inside.

Then the spirit perceives the surroundings, and within the scope of exploration, it is true that the rain gradually decreases from large to small as the center of the girl moves outward.

"The rain seems to have something to do with this woman." Jiang Anliu thought to himself.

Then he tried to control the rain to stop it, but failed!

Jiang Anliu finally knew the strangeness of the rain, but confusion followed.

An ordinary person can affect an ordinary rain.

And behind this seemingly ordinary thing is another mystery. This ordinary rain couldn't even be changed by immortal cultivators.

"Interesting!"

Jiang Anliu slashed away with his Xuanqi, and a tree of unknown age in the distance gradually toppled down.

Peel off the trunk with Xuan Qi and take the core of the tree as the umbrella bone, and the rest of the Xuan Qi crushed tree as powder, wrap the girl's tears and mix it with pulp to form the umbrella surface, and use the straight branches of the Xuan Qi as the umbrella bone.

In the end, it was sacrificed and made into an umbrella.

Jiang Anliu walked in front of the girl with an umbrella.

The girl instinctively felt a shadow above her head, and there was no pain from the heavy rain on her body. As if sensing something, he raised his head.

I saw the young man in front of me, clear and handsome. The face is like white jade, and the facial features are handsome. The eyes are clear and deep, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the lips are slightly pursed, with a slight smile.

The end is a good skin, such a person, out of the dust into the immortals, the stars are falling. It's truly unparalleled!

Jiang Anliu saw that the girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and she was a soup chicken. Hair is loose and shampooed in knots. His face was sickly white, his eyes were blank, his lips were gradually bloodless, and he was shivering from the cold, but the willow leaves bent his eyebrows were difficult to resist the embarrassment. But there is a frosty and prosperous beauty of frost.

Such a picture is frozen in the rain, a scene of the son Mo Ruyu and the daughter being defeated and dying.

After looking at it for a while, the woman stopped crying. Just stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes and didn't say a word.

There was a look in the woman's eyes, and there was curiosity on her face.

The rain has become lighter.

"Why are you here alone, your parents?" Jiang Anliu looked at the girl in front of him and asked.

There was some sadness on the girl's face, but it was not very strong. He didn't reply, just kept staring.

Jiang Anliu noticed.

"It turned out to be a lonely ghost."

"What's your name?" Jiang Anliu asked again.

"I... I don't have a name. ”

The girl hesitated for a moment before replying, her voice low and crisp.

"A rootless duckweed, a wandering ghost." Jiang Anliu murmured.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Jiang Anliu didn't wonder how the girl had grown up. The past is gone, and there is no need for lonely souls and ghosts to trace their roots.

"Let's go, little ghost." Jiang Anliu stretched out a hand.

"Drifting is not your destiny."

The girl looked at a hand stretched out in front of her, and her eyes wandered between Jiang Anliu's eyes and hands.

Jiang Anliu didn't speak, just stretched out his hand. The eyes stared at the girl's hesitant eyes back and forth.

The girl struggled inwardly, and her face was obviously tangled.

Finally, his face was turned sideways and his eyes were firm.

The little white hand reached out and grabbed the outstretched hand in front of him.

The moment you get it, it's so warm on this cold rainy day. For the girl whose whole body is gradually freezing, this sudden warmth is so comfortable.

Jiang Anliu held the cold little hand and pulled the girl up, the girl was a little stiff, the cold of the rainy day had invaded the girl for a long time.

Jiang Anliu slowly crossed the Xuan Qi into the girl's body, warming the girl's frozen body.

The girl's eternal body was finally warmed. At the same time, it warms my heart. The girl didn't know what it was like to be an emotional experience.

I only know that there is a hope in my heart now, and this hope will bring the future.

The rain had gradually subsided, and now it had become a drizzle. No longer manic hitting the woods, as if with a kind of tenderness that soothes heaven and earth. Washing away the dust that has been stored for a long time by all living beings.

Jiang Anliu held an umbrella, an umbrella made from the oldest trees in the forest, under which there were two people, a man and a woman.

Men are unparalleled in the world, and girls are delicate and pitiful.

The two walked hand in hand in the drizzle.

"I want a name." The girl hesitated for a moment and spoke.

Jiang Anliu responded: "Name, what name do you want?" ”

"I don't know, you give it to me!"

Jiang Anliu took the girl to think as she walked.

"I want your last name!"

Suddenly, the girl spoke loudly and hurriedly, as if she had suddenly remembered. After that, he didn't bother anymore.

After walking for a while, Jiang Anliu was still thinking.

"Are you an immortal?" The girl asked suddenly.

"Hmm." Jiang Anliu replied simply.

After a while, the girl was really impatient and asked again, "Have you thought about it?" ”

A pair of eyes stared at Jiang Anliu.

Jiang Anliu looked at the girl: "Think about it, my name is Jiang Anliu, and you will be called Jiang Zhiyuan." ”

"The source of the river? The source of the river? The girl asked and said, "Where are you where the river flows, I am the source of the river!" Sure enough, it's a good name. ”

……

"Know fate, know fate." Jiang Anliu seriously thought about the girl's words and replied: "But what you think is right, because fate will meet, and flow with the river." ”

"Okay, then I'll call Jiang Zhiyuan." The girl affirmed.

The girl kept silently reciting her name in her heart. A name has many meanings, and if you have a name, you have roots.

After walking for a while, the girl was sure that she would not forget this name in her life, so she asked softly, "That ........." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Anliu looked at Jiang Zhiyuan with a little doubt.

Jiang Zhiyuan plucked up the courage and said: "I will not be a lonely ghost in the future, you can't call me a little ghost anymore." ”

His eyes widened as he looked at Jiang Anliu, stunned and fierce.

After Jiang Anliu heard Jiang Zhiyuan's words, he smiled and didn't answer again, just pulled Jiang Zhiyuan to walk quietly.

"Okay, okay?" Jiang Zhiyuan clenched his fist in one hand and waved it, as if threatening.

"Okay." Jiang Anliu said lightly, slightly casually.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked as if he had agreed, but he always felt weird. I didn't come up with a reason for breaking my head for a while.

Wrong attitude? I secretly glanced at Jiang Anliu twice, and when I saw a smile on his face, I couldn't see anything anymore, just followed all the way.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Zhiyuan asked.

"I don't know." Jiang Anliu returned.

The two walked in the rain with big hands and small hands, and their footsteps did not stop, as if they were looking for and looking back.

Origin!

A lonely ghost with no place to go, a random and directionless river.

What kind of story will be performed along the way?

Because of fate, we will flow with the same river.