The road ahead once again became a journey for Fu Zhu, Wu Sheng and Riji.
"Fu Zhu, it looks like it's going to rain!" Riji was sucking in the sunshine, but before he was full, a dark cloud covered the sun lightly.
She held up the small leaf to block it above her head, and the next moment the sun came out.
"Strange, why has the situation changed again?" Hiji muttered.
Fu Zhu put her hand in front of her forehead to avoid direct sunlight from looking into her eyes. She looked up and saw that the dark clouds were dissipating little by little, as if something was eating at it.
The clouds continued to roll in.
Soon another thick layer of dark clouds gathered.
Thunder fell.
The heavy rain came in torrents, hitting the world heavily.
Fu Zhu flipped his wrist, and there was a large bamboo umbrella in his hand. Hiji hurriedly hid under the umbrella.
"Hey... my wings are all wet."
Fu Zhu lowered her eyes and saw that the red dress on Riji was slightly stained with water, but it was much better than the wings on her back, at least there were no drops of water dripping on it.
Fu Zhu raised her hand and used spiritual power to help her dry the water stains. Riji happily turned her head to look at her little wings.
After fanning it twice, there is really no heaviness.
"The talisman beads are the best!" Hiji said happily.
She flew to sit on the bamboo bones and listened to the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.
"It's almost winter, it's a bit cold with the rain." Fu Zhu noticed carefully that Wu Sheng's exposed hands had cold hairs standing on end, but he didn't say anything.
"Let's go to the city to make some winter coats and then we'll be on our way."
"Yeah! I have new clothes!" Hiji was very happy.
Wu Sheng was not as emotionally expressive as she was, but the slightly raised corners of his lips still revealed his innermost feelings, and he was actually looking forward to it.
"Ouch~"
A pitiful cry came from the pattering rain.
Fu Zhu turned around and looked down. She saw a bright yellow fluffy thing, its limbs submerged in the mud, following her three steps away.
Seeing the talisman beads stop, it also stopped.
The little thing huddled up in a ball, its hair was wet from the rain and stuck to its body with mud, making it look messy and pitiful.
A large bamboo umbrella covered its head.
Fu Zhu squatted down and stroked its body with his palm downwards. The little guy's hair dried and became as fluffy as a cloud.
"Why are you following me?" Fu Zhu picked her up. The little guy stiffened when he heard this, and quickly raised his head to rub her palm affectionately.
The familiar sword marks were clearly printed on its forehead.
It was the cloud-swallowing beast that she had injured.
How could someone with a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Golden Core be as miserable as a drowned rat? It was just a trick to gain sympathy.
The dark cloud that disappeared earlier was probably eaten by it.
The swallowing cloud beast just barked lowly and refused to leave.
Fu Zhu was not sure what the Cloud Swallowing Beast was thinking, and asked hesitantly: "You want to follow me?"
The swallowing cloud beast nodded.
It had been following the girl in front of me for a long time. It had been hiding in the clouds and had not appeared.
There were too many dark clouds, and it was so full that it let the heavy rain fall.
"Fu Zhu, please keep it!" Hiji flew down and pulled Fu Zhu's sleeves and begged, "This way we will have one more partner!"
"Listen to Riji." Fu Zhu responded with a slight smile, "Let's give it a name first."
The swallowing cloud beast raised its head and waited expectantly.
"Let's call it Cancan." Fu Zhu touched the head of the swallowing cloud beast, "It's golden, how festive it is."
"Then its surname is Jin?" Riji paused with his hands in the air and suddenly remembered.
Cancan also looked at Fu Zhu curiously.
"Of course it's a surname."
"My surname is Fu too!" Riji drew inferences.
Fu Zhu chuckled and teased her, "Isn't your surname Wei or Shu?"
Hiji was stunned for a moment.
What should I do? She is Princess Wei Jiang's hibiscus flower, and she has spiritual wisdom born from Lord Shu Xuantan's heart and soul, but she really likes the talisman beads.
Riji's little face wrinkled up, it was very difficult to make a decision.
The rain is getting heavier.
All I could see in front of me was the thin curtain of rain and the hazy scenery.
"Fu Zhu, look, is there a village ahead?"
Hiji stretched out his hand and pointed to the way forward.
In the autumn rain, smoke rises from the kitchen, and the crowd is busy, like a silent painting.
"Old man, can we rest here for a while and leave when the rain stops."
The old man turned around and saw a girl holding a child in black standing in the rain holding an umbrella. The bamboo umbrella was wide and blocked the girl's face.
He was slightly startled. When did this person appear?
But when I heard the voice, it was a little girl, so the old man was inevitably a little tolerant. He must have been so absorbed that he didn't notice the little girl's arrival.
"This rain won't stop for a while!" The old man fed the vegetable leaves in his hand to the fat pigs in the pen, then clapped his hands and said, "Come in with me."
There were several wooden rocking chairs placed under the eaves. The old man lay on them by himself, crossing his legs and enjoying the sound of the rain.
Fu Zhu closed her umbrella, shook off the rainwater on it, and leaned the umbrella against the corner.
"Sit down, little girl."
Fu Zhu placed Cancan on the rocking chair, but he did not sit down. He looked into the distance, and there were still people busy in the rain.
"It's raining so heavily, why don't they wait until it stops before getting busy?" Fu Zhu tilted her head slightly and looked at the old man.
The old man changed his legs and crossed his legs. Hearing Fu Zhu's question, he narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Can't stop, can't stop."
“Sometimes beautiful scenery is not what one expects.”
Fu Zhu looked at the people walking around outside, with lanterns and colorful decorations, and said in a long voice, "It's a happy event."
"It's a happy event." The old man repeated and sighed again, "It's just a pity for my fat and white pigs."
It's not easy to raise such a big animal, but it has to be meat on the cutting board, slaughtered and cooked by others, and finally turned into dishes on the flowing table.
"Look, someone is here to catch a pig." The old man straightened up and looked into the distance. In the rain curtain, there were several strong men wearing bamboo hats coming this way.
"Hey, Old Man Chen, is there a visitor at home?" A man wearing a raincoat was leaning on the gate and looking under the eaves.
The rain and fog were so heavy that he could only see the hazy figure of a girl.
Aren't all the relatives in Old Man Chen's family dead? Why did a guest suddenly appear? Could it be some distant relative?
Thinking like this, he shouted inside, "Old man Chen, when you have dinner, bring the guests with you."
Old man Chen didn't seem to like him very much, so he didn't answer. Instead, he turned to Fu Zhu and said, "That man's name is Zeng Yong. He has a sister named Zeng Hui, and she is the bride of this wedding banquet."
"Is the groom also from your village?" Fu Zhu asked smoothly.
Old man Chen shook his head slightly, "From the next village."
"The village next door is not bad. It's convenient to visit relatives and friends."
Old man Chen stopped talking.
His eyes fell on the outside of the eaves. Several big men tied the pig's feet with hemp ropes, tied them to the poles, and left shouting.
The pigs that had been raised to be white and fat suddenly became covered with mud.
"Hmph--" There was a little piggy in the pen who was not happy to eat.
Old man Chen got up, put on his raincoat, took a handkerchief and wiped the piglet, and then closed the pen door.
"You are the only one left, no one will compete with you now!"
He walked to a nearby water tank, scooped out water and washed his hands, wiping them casually on his body.
(End of chapter)
