"Was that a brothel just now?" Song Liuguang asked, raising his head.

"Yes. ”

"That guy was already dead, wasn't he?"

"Yes. ”

"We're in the painting, aren't we?"

"Yes. ”

"Can I eat here, then?"

"Yes. ”

Song Liuguang held Ling Yanluo's hand, and nodded with satisfaction with the little head of the big hat: "That's good." ”

Ling Yanluo looked ahead, but he was also wearing a hat, but he looked like a chivalrous man walking on the rivers and lakes, not at all as bloated as Song Liuguang was a small haystack.

If only I had grown so tall in the future, Song Liuguang thought.

"How did you tell something was wrong with that person?"

Song Liuguang tilted his head: "It doesn't look like a living person." ”

"What about the people on this street?"

"Not like that. ”

The master and apprentice walked slowly in the rain, the lively crowd made noisy sounds, the voices of men, women, the elderly, and children were all ringing, and each of them had different expressions on their faces, Song Liuguang blinked his eyes, looking at them, obviously so close, but these people seemed to live a long, long time ago.

"When was this painting made? Where is this place?"

Ling Yanluo took her hand and walked towards a hotel with a red flag on the corner, "Three thousand years ago, this was a city that had disappeared. ”

Stepping under the eaves, his body was much lighter, Ling Yanluo took off the hat and trembled, Song Liuguang also took off the hat and shook it, and asked, "When did it disappear?"

Ling Yanluo had already stepped into the store, and turned his head, his slightly damp hair pressed against the side of his face under the light, "Tomorrow." ”

"One, no, two guests—" Xiao Er's long voice sounded on the first floor of the inn.

"An upper room, thank you. Ling Yanluo put a piece of silver on the counter, and the shopkeeper immediately came over to pick up Song Liuguang's rain with a smile.

The master and apprentice took off the rain and handed it to the shopkeeper, Song Liuguang twisted his neck, feeling extremely relaxed.

The shopkeeper sitting at the counter fiddling with the abacus touched his beard with a smile, "The two of you are really in a hurry, Ming'er is the Water Dragon Festival in our mausoleum, don't look at the rain now, tomorrow will be a sunny day." ”

Song Liuguang tilted his head and wondered, "Why?"

The fat shopkeeper said: "This young lady, you don't know, isn't the guardian beast of our Fengguo Ying Long? 10,000 years ago, it was from the river on this side of our Lingcheng that soared into the sky, since then Lord Yinglong's psychic day is the water dragon festival in our Lingcheng, and it will rain heavily for seven days before and after this day, except for the day of the water dragon festival. ”

Song Liuguang was confused, what Fengguo, and the guardian beasts? Why had she never heard of it, was it different from so many of them three thousand years ago?

The shopkeeper poked his head: "I don't know if you are eating in this lobby or in the guest room?"

Ling Yan said, "Lobby." ”

"Okay, you two come with me and sit here. ”

The shopkeeper led Ling Yanluo and the others to a table in the southeast of the lobby, made a pot of hot tea with his hands and feet, and said, "Wait a while, the food will be served in a while." So he went to work.

Song Liuguang began to ask again: "What dragon? Is there really a dragon? And why haven't I heard of Fengguo?"

Ling Yanluo put the sword on the table and raised his head: "There is one at this time. Whether it's a dragon or a toyokoku. ”

"Is it also the Five Kingdoms at this time?"

Ling Yanluo nodded and said, "Also, although it is completely different from three thousand years later, the five kingdoms at this time are Feng Kingdom, Spirit Kingdom, Yao Kingdom, Yun Kingdom and Dasheng Kingdom. The distribution of the land is not one by one with the five countries today, and the difference with today's Zuo Shao, Wei Ji, Ji Geng, Fang Qing and Qiu Jin is that the country at this time is guarded by divine beasts, although they are only descendants of ancient beasts, but they can also protect the country and the people. ”

Song Liuguang has never seen what is called Guotai Min'an since he was born, and when he thinks of the chaotic soldiers and bandits on the way to escape from the famine, he can't help but yearn: "It's just right." ”

Ling Yanluo shook her head when she heard her say this: "If it was really so good, you wouldn't have never heard of it. ”

"Master," Song Liuguang asked, "why did you bring me here?

Ling Yanluo chuckled, "You can think so, but since you're here to eat, don't think about it so much." Tomorrow I will take you to the Water Dragon Festival to play, what you don't know, you will know after a day of play. ”

She was naturally happy to take her to play, Song Liuguang took a sip of tea, and suddenly remembered something: "Three thousand years ago, three thousand, Master, where are you at this time?"

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, and her eyes drooped, "Perhaps, what are you doing somewhere in this world, it's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly." ”

Three thousand years ago, others said that Ling Yanluo killed the Heavenly Demon three thousand years ago and became famous, although he didn't know what the Heavenly Demon was, but thinking that Ling Yanluo should be on the way to cultivation or experience at this time, he had seen this world three thousand years ago, the years turned into fine sand and were blown away, but he had been standing at the end of the years, looking at the vicissitudes of life, watching the world divide and merge, watching the fall of the divine beast, he seemed to never be interfered with by the disturbances in this world.

For the first time, Song Liuguang really felt the distance between Ling Yanluo and himself.

It's an amazing feeling.

Legend has it that the mortal who stood under the peach tree and watched the immortals play chess was her, she relied on the immortals to cross the long river of time, but she was still a mortal with a rotten ke, and Ling Yanluo was an immortal who was out of reach.

"Fucking madness grandpa died!" a rough voice sounded, like a bell, attracting everyone's attention.

In the southwest corner, that is, in front of a table behind Song Liuguang, a strong man in a short fight sat down.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong?, which one of them is mad and makes you angry like this?" asked one of the people at the same table.

The strong man called the fifth brother said in a voice like a bell: "Who else could it be?" He usually relied on those foolish ghosts to pretend to be like it, and he went crazy again in the past two days, and kept saying that there would be a big flood tomorrow, and his mother's good day for the Water Dragon Festival tomorrow gave him bad luck and died, and he didn't know how to fight back when I beat him, and he didn't know how to fight back. ”

"Lin Jiangxian, he didn't do this before, and he really wasn't a fool, but I saw him draw a pair of magpies with my own eyes, and after the last stroke, the pair of magpies flew out alive. His painting is already very good, at the age of ten he painted a tiger hanging in the corner of the wall to scare the thief who went to his house to steal things, but it is a pity that he lost his relatives at a young age, no one took care of him, and his family property was also ruined by poor relatives, otherwise how could this wonderful hand stay in Lingjiang Pavilion every day to perform art. The other person at the table shook his head.

"I'm sorry," the strong man said disdainfully, "what a ten-year-old who painted a tiger and a dragon twelve, if he really painted something and lived, then he could still be reduced to running to Linjiang Pavilion to rub the white wall to paint, back then the Lord Yanai was exposed to his reliance on crooked ways to cheat money, and ordered the whole city not to sell paper to him, if he really painted what is what he painted, he drew the paper himself, after so many years, didn't he still continue to paint after painting every day with water?"

"Did he really say that there would be a big flood tomorrow?"

"Isn't it? He said that he couldn't run away from the whole mausoleum, and he was talking nonsense while painting that terrible thing on the wall, I really fucking regretted it, I should have erased him. ”

Song Liuguang turned his head and looked at Ling Yanluo, who was drinking tea.

"Tomorrow?"

Ling Yanluo put the tea bowl on the table, "Exactly." ”