Wind and rain masters are generally active in the Southern Wilderness and the Great Wilderness, this profession is purely relying on clever thinking to make a living, and there is no real ability, how can ordinary people call the wind and rain?

Liu Xiaoyi pondered all the way, and then suddenly recalled that the old Taoist Bai Yiting, Meng Qiaoqiao, and the two masters and apprentices, didn't they do this business?

"I've seen the wind and rain division before, and they're quite capable, but I don't know if they can really call the wind and rain. Liu Xiaoyi said.

Lu Haoran replied disapprerovingly: "What kind of wind and rain master, it's just a bunch of magic sticks, before I entered the Yan Sword Dao, these people have been cheating everywhere, I haven't seen much wind and rain, but the rivers and lakes are very clear! And why do you have to take on this tiring errand job? Let's hurry up and go to the Great Wilderness." ”

He couldn't understand why Liu Xiaoyi agreed to this, and when Gao Yingkui's eyes came to him for help, Liu Xiaoyi agreed without hesitation, and set off at night after eating the wine banquet and rushed to Beizhai Bridge.

Tuguanyin came out of the collapsed city wall of Hanguan, and the light rain caused by it after a night of brewing, not only did not stop, but it fell more and more, and by the time the sky was bright, it was already pouring rain.

The camp tent was seriously flooded, and the reconstruction of the Hanguan could not be carried out, so the soldiers temporarily retreated to a high place to avoid the wind and rain, Gao Yingkui asked the weak scholar next to him worriedly and said: "Brother, do you say that they can invite those two wind and rain masters? I heard that the temper is a little weird, and they don't accept gold and silver but only look at fate, there are really many strange people in this world!"

The weak scholar is the second in the imperial history of Zhongzhou, the small abacus Luo Yu, among the civil and military officials, he has the most ghost ideas, and before leaving, he also instructed Liu Xiaoyi two sentences, so that he should persuade after meeting.

"Don't worry, that kid is quite clever, and he really doesn't take action to tie him back, and it's the same. Although he couldn't see through Lu Haoran's cultivation, he could feel the faint pressure.

The wind and rain masters don't have much cultivation, and most of the Dao methods they practice are small ways to mobilize wind and rain, and they can't take it on the table, mostly to make some money and keep one side safe, so some people say that they have given up the cultivation Dao themselves, and they are saints who came out of the six realms of reincarnation, so no matter where they go, they don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

Beizhai Bridge is not very far from Hanguan, the original place is a group of bandits who gathered in the mountains and forests hundreds of years ago, they gathered in the place to build a big village, according to the mountains and rivers as the south village and the north village, separated by a small river in the east-west direction.

After several wars, these heroes fell apart, the south village was burned by fire, only the dilapidated north village remained, after being occupied by the refugees who wandered here, it gradually developed into today's new north village, the bridge across the two banks, also after renovation, became the symbol of this place.

There are many plum trees growing on the shore, although only half a person is more than high, but on a plum tree, can produce dozens of pounds of heavy plums, people come to pick every day in an endless stream, the people of Beizhai Bridge have never deliberately taken care of these plum trees, but they are evergreen every year, and bear fruit year after year, raising the people of Beizhai Bridge from generation to generation.

Plum wine, dried plum vegetables, plum rice cakes, the women here are all good at everything, and even after being produced here, they are transported to Zhongzhou by fast horses, which is a major specialty here, adding a bit of wealth to the not rich Beizhai Bridge.

Both sides of the river are open plains, until the location of Beizhai, there are no undulating mountains, Liu Xiaoyi and the two are wearing clothes in the distance, turning into two black dots swaying, which is clearly seen by the dolls who came to pick plums in the rain in the morning.

They thought it was a merchant who had come to receive the goods, and many traders from other places would take advantage of the morning to collect the best plums, and then sell them everywhere to earn some hard-earned money.

"With such a heavy rain, there are still merchants coming, it seems that the plums in our Beizhai Bridge are delicious. ”

"It wasn't necessarily the merchants, maybe the uncles who went hunting, and I saw a few of them coming out of the stockade before dawn this morning. ”

The children discussed, and when they saw Liu Xiaoyi and the others approaching, they all leaned over and asked, "Are you here to harvest plums?" Today is raining heavily, and the plums have not been picked yet. ”

Liu Xiaoyi didn't know what to think, so he actually nodded and smiled: "Of course it's to harvest plums, I want ten taels of silver, how long will it take?"

Ten taels of silver had no idea in the eyes of the children, they only knew a lot, and one of the older children replied, "I have to ask the elders of the family to come with me." ”

The eldest child took Liu Xiaoyi and the two of them towards Beizhai, and they didn't meet any pedestrians along the way, the heavy rain was pouring down, and there were not many people who were willing to come out.

The fundamental reason why it is difficult to grow many grain crops in the southern wilderness is that there is too little rain, and the output of deep wells is only enough for the needs of people and livestock, which is difficult to meet the needs of large areas of grain land.

Otherwise, when the drought comes, the grain reserves in the cellar are not enough, and they need to go to the big city to buy it, and the old people have always been reluctant to spend this expense.

Walking along the mountain road into the village, the houses built on all sides are scattered, and the houses of different heights are stacked on top of each other, which looks unique.

Lu Haoran has seen countless big scenes in Yanjian Dao, where has he seen such a poor place, and he can't help but sigh: "It's so difficult, there are still so many people living there, it's really too bitter." ”

When the eldest child heard this, he replied: "What is this, there was a famine in the first two years, and within a radius of 100 miles, only our Beizhai Bridge did not starve to death, and they all said that this is a blessed land!"

This shocked Lu Haoran even more, the sect of Yanjian Dao at that time, for the sake of the people's lives, would often send disciples to the surrounding villages and towns to help, and the results were often very good responses, how did he know that there was such a place as Beizhai Bridge.

"Wait in this pavilion for a while, I'll go and ask the elders to come over. He took the two of them to the pavilion on the side of the street, where there were stone tables and benches, tea sets and chessboards, and it seemed that when there was nothing to do, people often played chess and drank tea here.

The two took off their robes, at this time the wind and rain were blowing, and there was a feeling of coldness, and after a while, they saw two people coming from a dilapidated house not far away, one tall and one short.

"Hello hello, I am in charge of the Beizhai plum trade, call me Sun Congyi is, the two of you look at the face, is it the first time to come?"

Saying that, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella and welcomed the two into the room, and the hot tea that had been boiled on the stove was boiled early, Sun Congyi instructed: "Huwa, pour tea for the guests." ”

The rain was dripping down the eaves, and there were mud pots and clay pots underneath, and the sound was crisp and reassuring, different from the fireworks on the Hanguan battlefield, which suddenly reminded Liu Xiaoyi of the time when he stayed in Sanshan City.

Sun Congyi's inquiry broke the silence: "The two don't look like vendors, they are looking for people in Beizhai?"

"Hmm, my brother has good eyesight, how can you tell that we are not vendors?" Lu Haoran shouted.

Not only Sun Congyi, but even Huwa couldn't help laughing: "My parents have been doing this for many years, and whatever he says is what he says." ”

Sun Congyi drove the tiger baby away with a broom and explained to Lu Haoran: "Don't listen to the little doll's nonsense, I see that you two are young and have little experience, so I casually said that Beizhai is mostly displaced guests from other places, and things that come to look for people happen from time to time, so the two are really looking for people?"

Lu Haoran didn't care about being cheated by the other party, and now it was important to find someone: "Let's send a letter to Guan and come here to invite the wind and rain master, Liu Junzheng and Sun ...... It seems to have the same name as you, is there a person with the same name and surname in this North Village?"

As soon as he heard this, Sun Congyi's face changed suddenly, and he got up and turned to leave: "Huwa, wait for the two of them to finish drinking tea, and send me off!"

"Hey, brother, why did you go back?" Could it be that you are the wind and rain master?" Lu Haoran wanted to chase after him, but was hurriedly stopped by Huwa, shook his head at him and explained: "What Mr. Sun doesn't agree, the nine cows can't pull back, I think the two of you should go back after drinking tea." ”

Huwa followed Sun Congyi to learn skills, and now he has ten years, that can speak well, he has learned seventy or eighty percent, bargaining with ordinary small traders, and he really hasn't suffered a loss, where is Lu Haoran his opponent, he was defeated in a few words.

Liu Xiaoyi frowned, since the other party is a wind and rain master, there is no reason not to see the strangeness of this heavy rain, could it be that there is another hidden secret?

After a cup of tea, the two returned to the pavilion on the side of the street, and sat here to listen to Lu Haoran complaining: "I think I will kick the door in directly, arrest him out, as long as there are living people over there, I didn't say how to bring him over!"

The closed disciple of the dignified Yan Kendao, where has he ever eaten a closed door soup, but he was still rejected by a flat-headed person, and the more Lu Haoran thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

Liu Xiaoyi just wanted to persuade, but saw the children who picked plums from the plum forest running in front of the pavilion with baskets on their shoulders, and did not go back to their respective homes, but ran towards the mountains and forests behind Beizhai.

That mountain forest is the place where he passed when he came, and there is nothing peculiar about it, suddenly Liu Xiaoyi had an idea, seemed to think of something, grabbed Lu Haoran and left.

"What are you pulling me to run into the woods? Could it be that you can go back empty-handed?" Lu Haoran was unwilling to return in vain, at least let him vent his anger.

Liu Xiaoyi raised his hand and pointed forward and said, "Look at what those children are doing?"

The children placed bamboo baskets full of plums on a stone monument, behind which was a low earthen bag, which was supposed to be the grave of a Beizhai people, and these children fell to their knees in the rain for a long time.

Rain falls on the steles, splashes fall around the potholed graveyards, and gradually accumulate shallow streams that wind down the rugged mountain road in the direction of the lower terrain.