Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 112
The road ahead turned into Fu Zhu, Wu Sheng and Ri and the three of them.

"Fuzhu, it seems to be raining!" Riji sucked in the sunshine, before he was full, a dark cloud covered the sun lightly.

She held the leaflet above her head, and the next moment the sun came out.

"Strange, why has the sky changed again?" Riji muttered.

Putting the talisman in front of her forehead, she avoided the sun from looking directly into her eyes. She looked up, and the dark clouds were dissipating little by little, as if something was gnawing at it.

The clouds continued to billow.

Soon a thick layer of dark clouds gathered.

Thunder fell.

The heavy rain came in torrents, hitting the world heavily.

Fuzhu flipped his wrist, and there was a large bamboo bone umbrella in his hand.Riji quickly hid under the umbrella.

"Hey... My wings are all wet."

Fu Zhu looked down and saw that Riji's red dress was slightly stained with water, but it was much better than the wings on her back, at least there were no water drops.

Fu Zhu raised her hand and used her spiritual power to help her dry the water stains, and Riji happily turned her head to look at her little wings.

Fan it twice, there is really no heaviness.

"Fuzhu is the best!" Riji said happily.

She flew to sit on the bamboo bone, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella.

"It's almost winter, it's raining and it's a bit cold." Fu Zhu carefully noticed that the hairs on Wu Sheng's exposed hands were standing on end, but he didn't say anything.

"Let's go to the city to make some winter clothes, and then hurry."

"Yeah! I have new clothes!" Hijiri was very happy.

Wu Sheng was not as emotional as she was, but the slightly raised corners of his lips still revealed his heart, which was actually what he expected.

"Ow~"

A pitiful cry came from the pattering rain.

Fu Zhu turned around and looked down, a bright yellow fluffy thing, with limbs not in the mud, was following her at a distance of three steps.

Seeing that the talisman stopped, it also stopped.

The little thing curled up into a ball, its hair was wet by the rain, and it was stuck to its body with mud, looking messy and pitiful.

A large bamboo umbrella covered its head.

Fuzhu squatted down, stroked its body with the palm down, and the little guy's hair was dry, fluffy like 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 imprinted on its forehead.

It was the cloud swallowing beast that was injured by her.

How could it be possible for a middle-stage Gold Core cultivation base to be as miserable as a drowned chicken? It's just a trick to get sympathy.

The dark cloud that disappeared earlier was probably eaten by it.

The Cloud Swallowing Beast just yelled in a low voice, refusing to leave.

Fu Zhu was not quite sure what the Cloud Swallowing Beast was thinking, and asked hesitantly, "Do you want to follow me?"

The Cloud Swallowing Beast nodded straightly.

It has been following the girl in front of him for a long time, and it has been hiding in the clouds before and did not show up.

There were too many dark clouds, and it was so full that it let the heavy rain fall.

"Fuzhu, please keep it!" Riji flew down, tugging at Fuzhu's sleeve, and begged, "This way we will have one more partner!"

"Listen to Riji." Fuzhu responded with a smile, "Let's give it a name first."

The Cloud Swallowing Beast raised its head and waited expectantly.

"Let's call it Cancan." Fuzhu stroked the head of the swallowing cloud beast, "It's golden, how festive it is."

"Then its surname is Jin?" Riji paused in the air, suddenly remembering.

Cancan also looked at the talisman curiously.

"Of course it's a surname."

"My surname is Fu too!" Ri Ji drew inferences.

Fu Zhu teased her with a chuckle, "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 is the spiritual wisdom born from Master Shu Xuantan's heart, but she really likes talisman beads.

Riji's face was wrinkled, it was very difficult to make a choice.

The rain is getting heavier.

All I could see was the thin rain curtain and the hazy scenery.

"Look at the talisman, is there a village in front of you?"

Riji stretched out his hand, pointing to the way ahead.

In the autumn rain, cooking smoke curled up, and the crowd was busy, like a silent painting.

"Old man, can we rest here for a while and leave when the rain stops."

When the old man turned his head, he saw a young girl holding a boy in black and holding an umbrella standing in the rain.The bamboo umbrella is wide, blocking the girl's face.

He was slightly surprised, when did this person appear?

But when he heard the voice, it was a little girl, and the old man was inevitably a little tolerant.He must have been too engrossed just now, so he didn't notice the little girl's arrival.

"The rain won't stop for a while!" The old man clapped his hands after feeding the vegetable leaves in his hand to the fat and white pigs in the pen, "Come in with me."

There were a few wooden rocking chairs under the eaves, and the old man lay on them by himself, with his legs crossed, enjoying the sound of the rain.

Fuzhu put away the umbrella, shook off the rainwater on it, and leaned the umbrella against the corner of the wall.

"Sit down, girl."

Fuzhu put Cancan on the rocking chair, but he didn't sit down, looking into the distance, there were still people busy in the rain.

"It's raining so hard, why don't they wait until the rain stops?" Fu Zhu tilted her head slightly and looked at the old man.

The old man switched legs and cocked his legs. Hearing Fuzhu's question, he squinted his eyes and muttered, "I can't stop, I can't stop."

"Sometimes the beautiful scenery on a good day is not what people want."

Fu Zhu looked at the figures outside, festooned with lanterns and festoons, 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 white and fat pigs."

It's hard to raise such a big one, but it should be the meat on the cutting board, let it be slaughtered and cooked by others, and finally become the dishes on the flowing water banquet.

"Look, someone is coming to catch a pig." The old man straightened up, his eyes looked far away, and there were a few strong men wearing bamboo hats in the rain, coming this way.

"Hey, old man Chen, is there a visitor?" A man in coir raincoat leaned on the ring door and looked under the eaves.

The rain and fog were too heavy, and he could only see the hazy figure of a young girl.

Aren't all the relatives in old man Chen's family dead? Why did he suddenly have another guest? Could it be some kind of distant relative?
Thinking of this, he shouted inside, "Old man Chen, bring your guests with you when you are eating."

Old man Chen didn't seem to like him very much, so he didn't respond, but turned to Fuzhu and said, "That man's name is Zeng Yong, and he has a sister named Zeng Hui, who is the bride of this wedding banquet."

"Is the groom also from your village?" Fu Zhu asked casually.

Old man Chen shook his head slightly, "From the next village."

"The village next door is not bad, it is convenient to visit relatives and friends back and forth."

Old man Chen stopped talking.

His eyes fell on the outside of the eaves. Several big men tied the pig's feet with hemp rope, tied them to the shoulder pole, and walked away yelling.

The fat and white pigs were suddenly 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're the only one left, no one will compete with you now!"

He walked to the side of the water tank, scooped up water to wash his hands, and wiped his body casually.

(End of this chapter)