The weather was also strange. Yi Ning and Uncle Zhang had just returned to the pavilion when it started to rain again.
At this time, the couple were disposing of tools and the child's body in the pavilion.
Yi Ning found an excuse and returned to the river where the child's body had been recovered.
because,
There was another corpse in the river, a corpse standing upright in the river that even professional corpse fishers like Uncle Zhang did not dare to salvage.
The river was fast and white waves rolled up.
"Is there a river god Shui Bo here?" Yi Ning stood on the shore and shouted loudly.
What Uncle Zhang said just now is that this kind of corpse standing in the water is like the fragrant wax inserted in the incense burner. It has an owner and belongs to the river god. This is why they dare not salvage it.
"Is there a river god Shui Bo here?" Yi Ning summoned a little merit and continued to shout.
But apart from the sound of running water, there was no other abnormal response.
After waiting for a while and still no response, Yi Ning patted Ting Wu.
"Moo~"
Ting Wu understood the idea in his heart and fell into the water with a "plop".
Although it now has no demonic power or divine origin, its physical strength and other aspects are not inferior to those before due to the warmth and nourishment of its merits.
Tingwu's entire body was submerged in the river, leaving only its head above the water. Its limbs were swinging at a fast speed. When it reached the child's body, the body of the cow dived and sank to the bottom of the river.
Yi Ning stood on the shore and waited. There was a trace of energy connecting the small world. If anything unusual happened, he could take action immediately.
Fortunately everything went well.
Within a moment, Tingwu came up carrying a soaked corpse. The smell of the corpse was offset by the fragrance of the cow body, but it was a little ugly after soaking.
"Pitiful."
Yi Ning asked, "Is there anything strange in the river?"
"Moo~"
Ting Wu shook his head, indicating that everything was normal and nothing unusual.
Yi Ning waited quietly for another quarter of an hour. After confirming that no one was there, he took Ting Wu back to the pavilion.
When Uncle Zhang and his wife saw Ting Wu's body, their mouths were open.
"When I was passing by, this body just washed up on the shore, so I picked it up." Yi Ning was not very good at explaining the weirdness, so she had to lie.
The old man and his wife were amazed when they heard this, and then ran to the river in the rain to kneel down and thank the River God.
In their opinion, if a body stuck in the river can be scraped to the shore, it must be the mercy of the river god.
When they returned, their eyes were bent into crescent moons.
Just now, the couple was still thinking about how to explain to their employer. Now that the body has been recovered, there is no need to be scolded.
As for the reward for salvaging the body, the couple agreed to give it to Yi Ning without even thinking about it.
Yi Ning naturally refused. For him, gold and silver were enough to eat and drink.
Uncle Zhang couldn't resist, so he asked Yi Ning to go home for dinner, and Yi Ning readily agreed.
at the same time,
Somewhere down the river, a battle had just ended.
Ang Xie collapsed on the ground. He looked at the tiger demon in front of him and looked down at him, and his heart was shaken.
Ang Xie was very surprised. As Empress Jiang Shen's right-hand man, he was considered a master within a hundred miles. He didn't expect that he would not be able to survive even three rounds under this tiger demon.
"Master doesn't like to kill evildoers. I will spare your life this time. If you dare to approach with hostility again, I will kill you." After the tiger demon finished speaking, he jumped and disappeared on the plain.
Ang Crab’s fists were clenched. Do you call this hostility? As a branch of the Qingyuan River, this river naturally falls under their jurisdiction.
There was something strange happening in the river area of his own territory. As a crab general, he came over to check it out. It was called hostility, right?
He felt that the beating he received was not worth it.
"However, according to what the tiger demon said, his master must be a great monk in the middle fifth realm, and he is the kind of righteous person who doesn't like to kill evildoers."
After analyzing this information, Ang Xie's eyes flashed with light, "Now that Maiyue Mansion is in crisis, the empress is trapped there every day, frowning. If there are more monks from the middle and fifth realms to help at this time, the situation will definitely be better. Get better!"
The crab general endured the pain, got up and dived into the river.
Along the way, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he kept fantasizing in his mind that it would be better if the master of the tiger demon was one of the two realms after the middle five realms, a powerful person in the golden elixir or Yuanying realm.
...
The village where Uncle Zhang lives has a small population.
The sun has not set yet, but the moon has risen. Most of the village residents have been busy all day. Now the family gathers in the small courtyard to eat dinner, stealing half the rest of their lives.
Small bridges, flowing water, old trees and old houses, smoke curling up from cooking stoves.
Yi Ning sat in the yard of Uncle Zhang's house and looked into the distance. He liked this feeling very much.
A plate of steamed sea bass, two plates of vegetarian dishes, a few plates of peanuts, a pot of strong wine, life is good.
The poor way of living sometimes makes the life of this poor family more secure.
"Master, try this seabass. You're welcome. Just treat it as your own."
"Sir, my wine is a bit strong, but are you used to it?"
Aunt Hu served Yi Ning some food, and Uncle Zhang toasted Yi Ning, while Yi Ning kept praising her and smiling in return.
"Woof!"
"Moo~"
There was a yellow dog tied up in the courtyard. Ting Wu kept the dog leash as long as possible and kept teasing him, causing the dog to bark numerous times.
After three rounds of drinking.
Uncle Zhang's wrinkled old face turned red from drinking: "Young Master... hiccup... where will you go next?"
"Aimless, just walking around. I heard there is a city nearby and I want to visit it." Yi Ning munched on the peanuts.
"Hiccup...but that...Maiyue Mansion?"
"Maybe, I'm not very familiar with it either."
"..."
Uncle Zhang looked into the distance with deep longing in his eyes.
Yi Ning noticed the old man's expression and asked, "Uncle, does anyone need my help?"
"Uh...I..." Uncle Zhang kept mumbling for a long time but couldn't speak. He felt that he still owed the other party a favor and was embarrassed to make other demands.
Aunt Hu, on the other hand, couldn't help it anymore and made a request.
After hearing this, Yi Ning said: "What's so difficult about this? It's just a matter of hands."
turn out to be,
The second son works as an errand in Fucheng and goes home every New Year, but for some reason this year, he just sends a letter home, saying that he will not come back because of important matters.
I think of what my baby would say every year, "My child looks forward to this pickled cabbage dumpling every year. My mother makes it authentically."
The second elder was worried and distressed. When he learned that Yi Ning was going to Fucheng, he wanted him to help bring some dumplings there.
How could Yi Ning refuse such a trivial matter.
...
Zishi.
Tonight, the stars are covered by dark clouds. It may be that spring is coming, and there is drizzle in the sky again.
Yi Ning did not sleep. He sat on a fruit tree and looked into the distance.
In the alley in the distance, Aunt Hu was banging on the firewood door of each house in the drizzle.
"Sister Tuesday, I have run out of sauerkraut. Do you have more at home? Lend me some."
"Gouwa, are your adults here? I'll lend you some sauerkraut."
"Do you still have sauerkraut at home?..."
In the small kitchen, lit by candlelight, Uncle Zhang pressed a ball of flour. He moved gently, for fear of disturbing the guests at home.
Parents' love is like the spring rain, which moistens everything silently.
