Spirit Sound City was hazy and surrounded by a mist of water, making it difficult to see. The entire space was tinged with a bit of dampness, and the crisp tinkling sound of water droplets touching the walls and eaves was incessant.
Thick clouds piled up in the mid-air, grey and gloomy, pouring heavy rain, waving and sprinkling, fell in this space, wetting the earth. There were many fewer pedestrians on the road, mostly mortals, but there were still a few walking around. Cultivators, on the other hand, will not be afraid of the rain, walking in the rain as in a sunny day, any rain can not get close to them.
West lake in the west of the city, the water on the lake due to countless raindrops falling, produced a bit of ripples, rippling out on the water surface, looks very beautiful. On the lake surface, the boats and dinghies rose up in all directions, following the waves, and were not reduced compared to the past days.
West lake water, willow floss fluttering. Scattered in the mist of the water, it looks like a real illusion, difficult to figure out.
On the grass, the green grass is distinct, crisp, paved with full, has been extended to the side of the grey stone road, came to an abrupt end. A green and a grey, in this clear distinction, who did not cross, seem clear and understandable.
At this moment, the raindrops that fell freely from the sky fluttered down, hitting that road. At the end of the road, a figure walked slowly, gradually becoming clearer in the blur, slowly approaching.
Ao Fan held an oil-paper umbrella, lowering the height to reach the top of his head, covering his face as he walked on the streets in the west of the city. He knew that the matter of the treasure was of great importance, and the people of Huatian Temple would not let it go easily, and perhaps there were a few people from Huatian Temple on the sparse streets at the moment, still looking around for him. This made him have to be extremely careful to avoid being discovered.
He wore an ordinary white robe without any extra decorations, as if it was the kind that could be found everywhere on the roadside, and that was exactly the case, being able to cover his tracks very well. His white boots stepped on the ground with a splash, and everything seemed very natural.
Walking through the streets, he made his way to the grassy area by the West Lake, and finally stood quietly under a weeping willow, taking out his red gourd and sipping the wine that had been filled, while waiting.
The rain poured down, getting bigger and bigger, and the ripples that hit the surface of the lake were also getting bigger and bigger, as if they were constantly pulsating, which seemed quite strange. Ao Fan stood quietly on the shore, drinking wine without stopping, other than that no other action.
For a long time, the sky looks more dim, a little farther away from the environment, almost can not see, everything seems to be so hazy, let a person feel unreal. In Ao Fan's waiting, there was finally a silhouette coming from the grass.
Qing Qing came as promised, she bid farewell to Drinking Meat Monk and Empty Zen Master to come here, and did not attract the attention of the two in the slightest. After all, it wasn't the first time she had to leave the Putian Temple, and everything seemed so normal that it wouldn't make anyone suspicious at all.
When she went out, she always wore a veil over her face, her true face not appearing to outsiders, appearing mysterious and charming. She came on a green footstep, her white clothes fluttering, like a woman who would only appear in a painting, it was that perfect.
The rain that fell was dense and seamless, covering the earth. However, when it fell a foot away from Qing Qing's head, it was as if it had developed a spiritual nature, diverging to both sides and falling to the sides, with not a single trace of it staining Qing Qing.
Instead, the rainwater that flowed to the two sides, slowly descended along her body, the raindrops were crystal like beads, glittering with bright colours, setting her off as if she was a fairy in the water, transcendent, giving people an unreal feeling.
In the sound of the snapping rain, Qing Qing came closer, flashing her big eyes and asked, "I have promised you and came over, are you telling me the three conditions you are going to mention?"
Ao Fan did not stop drinking, his face under the oil paper umbrella lifted up, a pair of black and white eyes were very clear and plain, but the corner of his mouth hooked slightly and said, "Why do you need to know the answer so quickly? Is it possible that your heart is already anxious to such an extent? Why don't we sit down and enjoy the scenery, and as for the conditions I'm thinking of, let's put them aside first."
Qing Qing was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Ao Fan meant, but she still obeyed his words. She lightly stroked her vein hand, and a Yuan Qi fluctuation slightly rippled and rolled to the side on a strange stone, rolling up all the water stains on it and making it dry.
Ao Fan and Qing Qing sat on the rock, facing the West Lake. Above them, rain from the boundless sky continued to fall, almost forming a line, but it was eventually blocked by the oil-paper umbrella held by Ao Fan's hand. Because the umbrella was not big enough, Qingqing did not use her Yuan Qi to protect her body, so they were under the same oil paper umbrella, very close to each other.
Compared to the past, today's Qingqing will not have much resistance to Ao Fan. I remember there was a night when Qingqing found Ao Fan, still not willing to get close to him, I do not want to time passes quickly, they are already next to each other without a different feeling.
"What do you want to say to me?" Qingqing asked as she turned her head in puzzlement, her simple mind would not have too many subjective thoughts.
Ao Fan smiled faintly and said while sipping his wine, "Nothing much, I just have a feeling in my heart when I face this beautiful West Lake. Such a beautiful view is not good to see."
Qing Qing smiled at his words and said, "Yeah, the scenery here is indeed very beautiful, and many of the people who live here all year round are the ones who stay just to be able to witness the beauty on a regular basis."
"Is that so?" Ao Fan gazed at the West Lake and leisurely said, "It's just that even the most beautiful scenery is like passing clouds. People can't always stay in one place, they have to move forward after all. The heavens and the earth are huge, if one is confined to a small place, then that person is destined to be mediocre in life."
Qing Qing blinked and asked, "Then do you want to live an ordinary life, or do you aspire to an extraordinary life?"
Ao Fan's gaze shrank, and there was a hidden light flowing between them, saying, "My life is destined to be anything but ordinary, and all the factors around me make it so that I have to break through the shackles of ordinariness. But at the same time as the extraordinary, accompanied by countless sufferings. Life and death, is my downfall, I have long felt too tired, because I carry too much ..."
Ao Fan slowly spoke, and for some reason, it was as if his besieged heart had been given a vent, letting out everything that was going on inside. As he spoke, Qingqing listened, not saying a word, just quietly listening, his heart moving with his words, becoming more and more complicated.
Until finally, Ao Fan was tired of talking, took a sip of wine, sat quietly on the rocks to watch the West Lake, no longer talking, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable splendour.
Qingqing also lowered her head, not saying a word, she did not know what to say to be good, only felt that the atmosphere around her suddenly became depressing, making her heart a little chaotic.
Ao Fan suddenly smiled again and turned his head to Qing Qing, ''Did I say too much. Well, I won't say any more superfluous words, I'll just tell you the three conditions that I have in mind."