Ji Xiao returned to Rain City, where it doesn't rain often lately, but the ditches in the city are crisscrossed, so the air is still very humid. But Rain City is obviously a lot more lively, as it is a rare time for the city to experience a season when the rain is reduced.

There are obviously many young men and women, as well as children, on the street, which is very human.

Ji Xiao found a house in the most lively place, and he gave enough money to say that he wanted to live here for a while, and the family was very happy, and asked him to clean a miscellaneous courtyard for him.

The courtyard is not facing the street and is planted with grape trellises.

Ji Xiao will go out for a stroll during the day, and return to the yard in the evening, and he can completely abandon the hustle and bustle.

At first, the family thought that Ji was rich and alone, but they were afraid that they had a bit of a temper and were not easy to deal with. After a long time, seeing that he was gentle and spoke delicately, he relaxed his heart, and once, the host's family beckoned Ji Xiao to have dinner with them.

At first, after the host finished speaking, he regretted it a little. He felt that Ji Liao was like a nobleman, and he was afraid that he would disdain to eat with them, but surprisingly, Ji Xiao did not refuse.

Ordinary home-cooked meals, Ji Xiao also ate deliciously, without the slightest dislike.

The family then liked Ji Yu more, thinking that he was different and very humble.

A month later, not only this family, but even the surrounding neighborhoods became very familiar with Ji Xiao. They all called Ji Xiao Gongzi, but they didn't know his name, and Ji Xiao never said it.

"Old Ge, you seem to be very sullen, why is that?" Ji Xiao walked into a store next door and said to an old man with a sad face facing a pile of bamboo strips.

Ge Lao found a small wooden stool, invited Ji Yu to sit down, and said, "It hasn't rained for many days, so there are fewer and fewer people who come to the store to buy umbrellas." ”

Ji Xiao smiled and said, "I have a way to help you." ”

Ge Lao said: "Son, don't buy my umbrella, the little old man has hands and feet, he can't sell the umbrella, and he can do other work." ”

He said this because Ji Xiao was still a good person, and when the nearby neighbors were in trouble, as long as he saw it, he would help him.

Ji Xiao said: "Ge Lao's difficulty is that he can't sell his umbrella, so I naturally won't use money to help you solve it." ”

Ge Lao was curious: "Can the son still make it rain from God?"

Ji Xiao said with a smile: "Although calling for wind and rain is a trivial matter for me, it is used to help you buy an umbrella, and it is also a knife to kill chickens, and I can't always help you with the rain." ”

Ge Lao couldn't help but be happy and said, "Childe is joking again." ”

Ji Xiao said: "Don't Ge Lao want to know how I can help you." ”

Ge Lao said: "Please also ask the son to say." ”

Ji Xiao said: "It doesn't rain, but the sun will come out, and you say to those customers that your umbrella can shade the sun." ”

Ge Lao said: "But it's okay, who will take an umbrella to shade the sun?"

Ji Xiao said: "Now there are more and more girls on the street, and the girl's skin is delicate, so she is naturally afraid. And you can make the umbrella surface look better, draw and embroider on oil paper, women all over the world love beauty, so that even if it is not for the rain, there will be girls who buy your umbrella. ”

"That's a good idea, Xiao Lao'er did learn to paint, but can Childe show me what to paint, it's more attractive?"

Ji Xiao smiled and said, "Then I'll make an ink painting for you." ”

Ge Laoxi couldn't help himself, found an umbrella and pen and ink, and asked Ji Xiao to paint.

Ji Xiao was not polite, and he waved it.

In less than a quarter of an hour, an ink painting appeared on the paper.

Ji Xiaoshang felt that he was still not enough, and wrote another poem:

Full of moss money. Buyout the wind smoke. The smiling peach blossoms flow down the Qingchuan.

The stone building is high, and the apes cry every night. Look at the two more clouds, the third month, and the fourth day.

Fine grass like felt. Empty fist alone. Sleep with mountain moose and wild deer. The remnants of the glow have not dispersed, and the light mist is lingering.

It is a person from the Jin Dynasty, a cave in the Tang Dynasty, and an immortal in the Han Dynasty.

He smiled indifferently and said, "If Elder Ge feels rude, please forgive me." ”

Ge Lao said: "Lao Er thinks this painting is very good, but unfortunately I don't have any money, if I give money, my son can't look at it, why don't you pick an umbrella in my store?"

Ji Xiao smiled and said, "No, if you like it, I'll go." ”

He said that he would go, very freely.

After Ji Xiao left, Ge Lao pasted the painting on the umbrella bone, repaired it again, and a very poetic oil-paper umbrella was completed.

When he saw it, he was very satisfied and felt that it was his most successful work ever.

At this moment, a woman wearing a veil and dressed in white like a light cigarette came out. When Ge Lao saw it, he almost thought that the immortals had descended to earth.

The woman walked up to Ge Lao and said, "Give me the umbrella." ”

Ge Lao couldn't help but hand her the umbrella.

When he came back to his senses, there was a gold ingot in front of him, enough to take down his shop. And the umbrella and the woman who had arrived out of nowhere were gone.

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"That woman took your umbrella, is she the killer?" asked Tianshu.

Ji Xiao said: "It's not her." ”

Tianshu said: "I see that her cultivation is already very high, if it weren't for her, who else would it be?"

Ji Yu said: "I only know that the killer is already in Rain City, but I don't know where it is, but he must want to see my paintings." ”

For a killer to kill, he must first understand the target person as much as possible. The more information you know, the better your chances of success.

A killer can never be too little prepared.

Ji Xiao stood on the bridge and looked into the distance.

A very beautiful woman in white was walking along the river, she was wearing a veil, but her slender figure still attracted a lot of attention.

There are many people who have their eyes on her, and there are many who only dare to sneak a glance at her. More intelligent people look at her shadow in the water, so that it will not be too abrupt.

Ji Xiao gathered everyone in his sight.

He said: "This killer wants to see what I have drawn, but he is not ready to meet the woman directly, because he is very smart, and now everyone is looking at the woman, and he will not be obtrusive when he is mixed in." He's a killer, and he's a very powerful monk, so it's not hard to see my paintings. ”

As Ji Xiao spoke, he focused all his attention on the people who focused their attention on the woman in white, whether they were men, women, or children, and did not let go.

After a while, Ji Xiao sighed and said, "I still miscalculated. ”

He continued: "That killer is more cunning than I thought, and if he paid attention to that painting, he would definitely be discovered by me, so he focused his gaze on the shadow in the water, which is why the woman in white walked along the riverbank. I can think of that, but he has a time lag with me. While I could figure it out, he left. ”

Although Ji Xiao sighed a little, he was not very worried.

Not even excited.

During this time, he felt the hustle and bustle of the world during the day and eliminated the thoughts of the world at night.

I have gradually realized the realm of the void and the whiteness, the empty inside and the outside of the Dao heart, and finally the person has no self, and it is clear and empty.