The last drop of rain from the sky fell, fell on the green tiles of the deserted courtyard, slid down the old mossy eaves, stopped at the corner of the eaves, and fell to the ground again.

Smack.

It's like striking the last note of a rainy night movement, bringing everything back to silence.

Autumn is the season when everything is withering.

The autumn wind is cold, and the autumn rain is even colder.

"Sister, little peach blossom, she disappeared......"

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and she looked at her sister with teary eyes.

She is a two-hundred-year-old fox demon, and she never remembers when she started, she hid in this deserted mansion to practice, it was very quiet, except for her sister, there was only one person - that was the woman under the peach blossom tree.

The woman's soul was attached to the peach tree after death, and it took a long time for some strange abilities to develop.

Little Peach Blossom is the name given to her by the fox demon, and although the latter doesn't like it, she has never refuted it.

Sometimes when she made her sister angry, she secretly ran to Little Peach Blossom to hide, and waited until her sister was angry and went back.

Little Peach Blossom is her only friend.

"Sister, don't be sad......"

The fox demon woman with a tear mole in the corner of her eye gently wiped the tears on her sister's face, and it was the first time she had seen such a sad look on her rude and willful sister's face.

"The reason why her resentment is not gone is that she is too obsessed when she dies...... Even if she died, she still hoped that someone would save her at that time, so she would have today's event. ”

The tear-stained woman stared at the dark clouds that were gradually dissipating outside the window.

"Now that her resentment is gone, and her soul has been able to enter reincarnation, you should be happy for her."

"Happy? But I'll never see her again......"

The tear-mole woman didn't speak again, she just reached out and stroked the top of her sister's head, who rested her head on her.

……

Dark underwater.

The blister where Xia Zhicicada was located had been shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist, and only a blood-drenched humanoid figure could be seen inside.

"Kid, are you still alive?"

The dragon corpse looked up, looked at the blister that had not moved for a long time, and asked with some concern.

"If you die, I've waited for 300 years in vain...... Yan Chixia shouldn't be lying to me......"

Burst!

It was the sound of a blister bursting.

Xia Zhicicada's figure was wrapped in the surging cold water, but it did not wet a piece of his clothes. If you look closely, you will find that his whole body is filled with invisible sword qi, and the water is blocked when it is a finger away from his skin.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the golden circle of light on his pupils became brighter and brighter.

"You just admitted it, Yan Chixia asked you to wait for me here?"

"Uh......"

Realizing that he had slipped out of his mouth in a hurry, the dragon corpse shook his dragon whiskers with some embarrassment, and then continued:

"What did I just say? You heard me wrong. ”

"Oh?"

Xia Zhicicada pointed into a sword, and gently waved his right hand downward.

The invisible sword qi surged out, splitting the water in front of him, and the sword qi went straight to the dragon corpse underground.

Boom!

The condensed sword qi slashed above the scale armor of the dragon corpse, and it actually split out a little spark under the water.

"Huh? This sword qi ......"

This sword qi slashed at the dragon corpse, which was about the same as the fist strength of a three-year-old child, and it was no different from tickling for him.

But he felt a familiar feeling from this sword qi.

"Small results."

Xia Zhicicada felt the condensed sword qi lying quietly in his sea of qi, and countless invisible sword qi belonging to Xia Zhicia swirled around it.

Those sword qi formed a huge whirlwind, and the condensed sword qi from the immortals was at the center of the whirlwind.

Between the collision of the formless sword qi and the condensed sword qi, a little bit of sword qi would be drawn from the latter and merged into Xia Zhiciao's qi sea. It's like you're scooping up a scoop of water from a vast ocean.

Xia Zhician used the stupidest but most effective method to polish and digest the condensed sword qi.

The water drops pierce, and one day he will be able to completely absorb this sword qi.

"Alright, that's all it takes, you can go."

The dragon corpse let out a sigh.

A column of water swirled and rushed out from the bottom up, smashing directly into Xia Zhicicada's body, blowing him up like a leaf.

"You!"

Xia Zhicicada didn't have time to react, he felt a huge impact force from the bottom up and rolled himself up.

In the column of water, he spun like a spinning top.

Boom!

The blue brick well made a few gurgling sounds, followed by a jet of water.

Syllable!

The water column cracked in mid-air, and Xia Zhicicada's figure rotated like a kite whose line had been broken by a strong wind, flying into the sky with the sound of breaking wind.

"Hey, this damn old dragon......"

Xia Zhicicada opened his eyes and saw the blue sky after the dark clouds gradually dispersed and the rising sun on the horizon.

He had a great feeling of dizziness and vomiting because of the violent spinning, and he had the strength to not really vomit.

Hmmm-

With the colder autumn wind after the rain, Xia Zhicicada's figure fell from the sky, and he finally stood still.

"It's Yan Chixia again......"

Xia Zhicicada muttered and walked out of the backyard.

……

"Lord Lingguan."

The tear mole woman lowered her eyebrows and bowed in salute, and the sister who stayed behind her made a grimace at Xia Zhician with a pout.

"I'm leaving, my friend......"

"He's already waiting for you at the door."

The tear mole woman smiled lightly and made a gesture of please to Xia Zhicicada.

Xia Zhician shook his sleeve robe and walked out of the seemingly magnificent mansion.

When he stepped out of the door, the mansion behind him was instantly deserted, the new blue bricks became broken, the beast-swallowing knocker on the door also decayed in an instant, and the vermilion gate also became black.

"Hmm...... How did I get out? ”

In a trance, the scenery in front of him changed, and the dead trees in the small courtyard in front of him disappeared, leaving only the dark gate that he couldn't open no matter what.

"Let's go, it's time to hurry."

Xia Zhician saw that the horses of the two were tied to the side, so he walked over to untie the reins of the horses, and said to Nan Er, who was still standing at the door in a daze.

"Uh...... All right. ”

Nan Er lowered his head, and there were still a few peach blossom petals in his palm that had dried up and faded.

This shows that what happened before was not a dream.

He took out his close-fitting purse from his arms, carefully put the fragile peach blossom petals into it, and then put the purse close to his body.

The purse originally contained a strand of green silk, but now a few peach blossoms have been added.

"Where are we going?"

Nan Er turned over and got on his horse, he tightened his luggage, and asked a little unwillingly.

"Uh......"

Xia Zhician scratched his sideburns, he really had no purpose, he was just looking for the fragments of the golden jade human head everywhere on the rivers and lakes, and many times he walked by feeling.

He thought for a moment and asked rhetorically:

"Where do you want to go now?"

Nan Er may not have gotten rid of an inexplicable sadness, and when he heard Xia Zhiciao's inquiry, he held the long knife in his hand and subconsciously said a place name:

"Jiangcheng."

Jiangcheng is the most prosperous city in the south of the Great Qi Kingdom. It is located in the place where the river turns, the water and land transportation is extremely developed, and it is an important center connecting the north and south of Daqi, and it is also the richest place.

There...... It is also the hometown of Naner.

When a person is sad and confused, the first thing he thinks of must be the place where he grew up, that is, his hometown.

"Okay, then let's go to Jiangcheng."

Xia Zhician urged the horses under the seat, and Nan Er rode a horse with a complicated mood to follow.

It was not so easy to get to Jiangcheng, and the two of them now had to find a town first, determine their location, and then arrange a route to Jiangcheng.

With a destination, the two of them rushed for several days, and finally found a town, stayed for a few days to rest, and then inquired that the best way to go to Jiangcheng was to take a boat.

The two finally found a merchant ship going to Jiangcheng, and then took a ride.

……

Whew – the autumn breeze blows over the river.

Standing on the deck of a merchant ship, facing the cold wind.

Nan Er has become more and more distracted these days, and sometimes he didn't even hear Xia Zhician call his name.

"You're ...... these days? Something is very wrong. ”

Xia Zhicicada held a red wine gourd and leaned on the boat to drink wine one by one.

"No, it's just ......"

Nanji sat on the deck, his hand stroking back and forth on the black sheath of the long knife, listening to the sound of the autumn wind blowing the river in his ears.

"Maybe it's a hometown timidity, and ......"

He didn't tell Xia Zhician about eating the little peach, he felt more and more sleepy in the past few days, but he didn't feel tired, but he was more energetic when he danced the knife.

He didn't believe that the peach would hurt him.

"What else ......"

Xia Zhician stopped drinking, he blinked his eyes, and looked at Nan Er suspiciously, the latter seemed to have something to say, but swallowed it again.

He didn't ask, after all, no matter who they were, they had secrets that couldn't be said.

"The two brothers are so elegant...... Why don't you call my little brother and me together? ”

As he spoke, a white-faced man in a brocade robe walked out shaking a paper fan, and he came to the two with a smile on his face.

This rich boy is the son of the rich merchant who chartered this ship, he is rich in brocade clothes, and he looks good, but he has a bit of a problem with his brain.

Xia Zhician looked at the rich boy who was shivering in the autumn wind and shaking the paper fan persistently, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"The two of you, sitting alone on the bow of the boat at this dusk, indifferently looked at the beautiful scenery of 'the sunset and the lonely bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky'......"

The rich son's surname is Qian, and his name is Qian Yiqian. He is a person who loves to read, that is, he does not read serious sage books, but likes to read some messy idle books.

In his life, he loved to be vassally elegant, and he called friends to form a poetry club at every turn, and learned from the ancients to chant poetry. Of course, the people who play with him are people who have no culture but can make sycophants.

"Well, the two virtuous brothers went to Jiangcheng...... I want to go and see the 'River God Festival', and when our boat arrives in Jiangcheng, the time is just right. ”

This rich boy Qian Yiqian is a self-acquaintance, no matter who it is, he can shout as a virtuous brother and a virtuous brother, even if the two people on the other side show the momentum of not approaching, he still walked over and set up.

"River god sacrifice?"

"Yes, we just in time for the River God Festival, it is the busiest day of the year in Jiangcheng, I heard that this river god, uh, seems to be ......"

Qian Yiqian was trying to find a conversation, but he couldn't remember the legend of the river god of Jiangcheng in a hurry, after all, he had only heard others say it before.

"Jiangcheng has had a tradition of worshipping river gods since ancient times, and it has been more than hundreds of years...... Every year from the 13th to the 15th of September is the time of the river god festival, when the people of the entire river city will participate. ”

Nan Er stroked the long-standing scabbard, and he said with a retrospective look in his eyes.

"Oh, Brother Xian is so familiar with the affairs of Jiangcheng, he should have been to Jiangcheng before......"

Qian Yiqian shook the paper fan, and he didn't know if it was cold or deliberate, but he was shaking all over.

At this moment, a delicate two-story flower boat suddenly sailed by, and several red lanterns were already hung before nightfall.

In the attic of the flower boat, there was a delicate warbler and swallow language, as if it was accompanied by bursts of music.

With a creak, a small window opened from the side of the second floor.

There were several beautiful women looking over here, all with smiling eyebrows and spring waves in their eyes. They either covered half of their faces with small fans, a thin veil, or a wide gown.

In short, only a pair of eyes that want to hook people's souls are revealed.

Curious, appreciative, or otherwise looking at the three young men on the bow of the boat opposite.

Ahem, ahem.

Qian Yiqian hurriedly stood up straight, coughed lightly, and then looked at the empty river while shaking the paper fan in his hand, pretending to be an elegant poet who was chanting poetry.

He hoped to use this to get a chance to kiss Fangze.

Nan Er didn't move, just put his hand on the handle of the knife, and then looked at Xia Zhicicada who was drinking alone as if no one was on the side.

Xia Zhicicada was actually a little surprised, but not surprised by this sudden flower boat, but surprised by Nan Er's reaction.

Nan Er's many actions show that he has discovered that something is wrong with this flower boat, but usually Nan Er's perception should not be able to find it.

Xia Zhician took another sip of wine, and he shook his head lightly in Nan Er's puzzled gaze, signaling the latter not to act rashly first.

Ding——

A grumbling pipa song came out from the attic of the flower boat, and the rich boy Qian Yiqian seemed to be enchanted, so he wanted to go to the flower boat.

Xia Zhician quietly gestured to Nan Er, gestured with his fingers a few times, and then pretended to be fascinated and staggered behind Qian Yiqiandu.

Nanji gripped the hilt of the knife, he knew that this was a flower boat......

Ghosts.