The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

On a June day, the face of a child.

At noon, the sun was still in the sky, but God's face darkened, and it rained heavily in an instant.

It was urgent for disaster relief. When Cheng Zailan first chose the route, within [-] miles of Fengdu, he chose some remote roads with few people.The sky was suddenly so bad, with dark clouds and thunder, and in a hurry, the group could only find a deserted hut to shelter from the rain.

The dilapidated hut was crumbling in the strong wind, the tiled house was seriously leaking, and the dry place was used to store grain and cotton cloth. The small abandoned house was even more crowded now.

The caravan guards at Wulan Mountain Villa are all men who travel outside all the year round. A little rainstorm is common. Wipe the rainwater from the forehead, shake the soaked coat, light up a fire, and dry it on the spot. Too lazy to take it off.

Cheng Zailan raised his hand to wipe off the rain from his temples, patted the hem of his clothes, looked up and saw that everyone was looking for a good place to sit down in twos and threes, his eyes turned around in the hut, his brows frowned slightly, and then he fixed his eyes on the eaves with his hands behind his back The white figures of the crowd.

After a lot of trampling, the dirt road in front of the hut was already extremely muddy. The slightly slender figure of the man stood quietly with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in elegant white clothes, and his slightly wet clothes were flying. On that person's body, or the white boots were stained by drops on the yellow mud floor, the person didn't seem to notice.

Cheng Zailan glanced sideways at the gorgeous carriage parked at the corner of the hut, Guan Mo's worried eyes remained fixed on the man, Hongdou unexpectedly didn't even get off the carriage, it must be Meng Qianxun who gave the order...

Turning his gaze back to the silent figure again, Cheng Zailan raised his eyebrows and stepped forward.

"It's a pity that this rain falls in this wilderness..." Cheng Zailan and Meng Qianxun stood side by side, sighing in the face of the slanting wind and drizzle hitting the eaves.

Even though Meng Qianxun has always turned his back to him, Cheng Zailan is still keenly aware that Meng Qianxun's eyes seem to stay in the distant sky, misty and confused, giving people an illusion of loneliness.

Meng Qianxun glanced sideways at Cheng Zailan, and then returned to the pouring rain. After a long time, just when Cheng Zailan thought they would remain silent like this, Meng Qianxun suddenly stretched out her hands...

The wide sleeves were soaked in the rain in an instant, and the splashing raindrops splashed on the palm of the palm, and then bounced off finely, splashing on the dry skirt.

Cheng Zalan frowned instinctively, but heard a soft voice beside him——

"Look, we can't catch the falling raindrops, because the rain falls too quickly and blindly, rushing down, so it is destined not to stay in the palm of the person, and not feel the warmth..."

Cheng Zailan looked at Meng Qianxun strangely, could he be dizzy from the heavy rain?Otherwise, why did the words just now sound a bit resentful and sad?

Looking thoughtfully at the rain curtain, Cheng Zailan also raised his hand, and the rapid rain also poured down, but at the position above the palm of Cheng Zailan, the rapid rain seemed to be appeased, fell slowly, and then gathered in the palm, Condensed into stagnant water, rippling in the palm without spilling half a drop...

"Who said that raindrops can't feel the warmth if they are blind and rushing? Can't you feel it?" With slightly raised eyebrows, Cheng Zailan shook his palm and looked at Meng Qianxun provocatively.

When Meng Qianxun saw the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was rare for him to be literary, and he didn't expect someone to be so disturbing!He gave someone a blank stare without any image, and the word "idiot" was written in Meng Qianxun's eyes.

Cheng Zailan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, stared at Meng Qianxun bitterly, and said unconvinced: "Why do you say that the raindrops are blind? Maybe it is so determined that it runs down without hesitation, waiting for an enthusiastic person like me to reach out." warm hands..."

Meng Qianxun's figure was fixed, a trace of complexity flashed in her deep eyes, and then she raised her eyebrows to examine Cheng Zalan, bit her lip with her white teeth, and smiled with interest on her face.

Basically, it's uncomfortable to be stared at with such naked, probing eyes.

"Damn!"

Cheng Zailan scolded angrily, he only came to care about Meng Qianxun's strange behavior after seeing a ghost.

On the other hand, Meng Qianxun looked leisurely, with a serious expression, and the contentment on his face disappeared, and the lazy breath disappeared instantly, replaced by a slight sense of melancholy.

"If this rain falls in Beiliao, I don't know how many innocent and suffering people can be saved..."

The topic finally returned to seriousness, Cheng Zailan was startled, glanced at Meng Qianxun who suddenly became serious, and felt that it would be easier to answer less.

"Master Cheng Shao, when will the relief supplies arrive in Beiliao at the earliest?" The low voice, somewhat confused, came from that arrogant person.

Cheng Zailan straightened his expression, and said solemnly: "If I say that a small group has arrived in Beiliao, can Lord Meng believe it?"

Meng Qianxun raised her lips and smiled, and said firmly: "Qianxun believes."

With the power of Wulan Villa, if there is a heart to help, it is not difficult for a batch of supplies to arrive in Beiliao silently, but if they have already arrived, it will be too fast...

Facing the sudden smile, a word flashed in Cheng Zailan's mind - a smile like a flower, a fleeting night's epiphyllum.

With a dry cough to cover up his inexplicable embarrassment, Cheng Zailan touched his nose and said, "Wulan Villa decided to send those supplies a long time ago, not for the imperial court..."

Meng Qianxun spread out her hands gracefully, and said in a nonchalant tone: "In any case, something is better than nothing, right?"

Cheng Zailan saw nothing strange in Meng Qianxun's eyes, and finally nodded with a guilty conscience, thinking that no business is not evil, let alone the Jiangnan Cheng family... donated a lot of money and supplies for nothing, would there be any intentions? ...

However, since someone is pretending to be confused, why should he not call himself?

As a result, the two foxes began to chat with one another, and the two of them had a tacit understanding not to talk about government affairs or business, so the world became the best topic of conversation.

"I heard that the Qingyun faction in Mount Qingcheng is quite admired by the people recently..." Meng Qianxun first started the topic.

Cheng Zailan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he really didn't expect Meng Qianxun to be a person who pays attention to the rumors in the world.The Qingyun faction has always kept a low profile, but for some reason it has become more public in the past two months?

"It used to be quite low-key."

Hearing the sound, Cheng Zailan realized that he had actually spoken out the thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't help but secretly annoyed, why didn't he have any precautions?

"Master Cheng Shao doesn't have to be so nervous, Qianxun doesn't want to plot against you now."

Hearing the soothing and deep voice, Cheng Zailan couldn't help but drop a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, his brows relaxed, and Cheng Zailan looked at Meng Qianxun dumbfounded: "Master Meng Qianxun Meng, don't you think what you said is too frank?"

The sound was almost gnashing of teeth, Cheng Zailan felt that when talking to weird people, he should also use unusual thinking.

Meng Qianxun shrugged and said, "I don't think so, I prefer to associate with honest people."

Of course you like to associate with frank adults, and you can count the money for you if you sell them.The corner of Cheng Zalan's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help cursing.

"What does Master Cheng think of this Qingyun School?" With a leisurely tone, Meng Qianxun seemed to be really interested in chatting.

With a silent sigh, Cheng Zailan "sacrificed his life" to accompany the "villain".

"As soon as I heard the name of that sect, I also knew how noble the people in it were. Although it may be a coincidence, because the founder of the Qingyun sect is named Duan Qingyun, but for more than ten years, "the green shirt is upright to save the suffering, and the heroic heart is as proud as the cloud." The reputation has indeed spread..."

"Oh..." Meng Qianxun replied incomprehensibly, with a hint of expectation in the lingering sound.

Resigned to his fate, Cheng Zailan continued: "More than a month ago, it was rumored that Song Zixuan, the chief disciple of Qingyun Sect, went down the mountain...I don't know what will happen in the future, don't count on me..."

Meng Qianxun nodded in satisfaction, her phoenix eyes wandered, her gaze scanned the carriage in the hut, she suddenly looked at Cheng Zailan, and said, "Cheng Zailan, do you think Song Zixuan will take a fancy to our things this time? "

"..."

Cheng Zailan blinked his eyes, and then nodded solemnly. In fact, the reason why he would "chat" with Meng Qianxun about the Qingyun sect was more or less guessing what Meng Qianxun was thinking, but—this person couldn't stop talking. So explicit?What is fancy?

Song Zixuan, Duan Qingyun's proud disciple, wears a green shirt and a long sword. He used to stand out in a martial arts conference with a sword; Come on heartbroken...

In terms of limelight and reputation, Song Zixuan can be said to be the best among the younger generation, because of his chivalrous spirit, and even more because of his evil spirit.

Generally speaking, people in the right way always have to take into account the so-called morality of the world, while people in the wrong way wantonly act recklessly and hate the people.

However, a person who is both righteous and evil is still a person who is both righteous and evil for the benefit of the people. Sometimes what he does is really a headache.

For example, in a flood in the south two years ago, the imperial court allocated 800 million taels of silver for disaster relief, but Song Zixuan and his gang robbed them halfway... Then half a month later, thirteen counties in the south miraculously received the relief silver taels ...

Regarding this matter, Song Zixuan's words came out later - if the money passed through the hands of the county magistrates, half of it must have been lost, and Song would never sit idly by.

After pondering for a while, Cheng Zailan raised his eyes to Meng Qianxun, and said, "What does Master Meng think about this?"

The phoenix eyes turned around the guards in the room, Meng Qianxun looked calm, and said: "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, Master Cheng should have prepared it long ago, right?"

"Prime Minister Meng, after all, this is a disaster relief item from the imperial court. Didn't you show any signs of it?" Cheng Zailan gritted his teeth.

"Aren't I protecting the food with you?"

Cheng Zailan took a deep breath, narrowed his deep eyes, well, he admits it first, he doesn't believe that Meng Qianxun won't make a move at the critical moment!

Just when Cheng Zailan was about to show a perfect smile and promise to Meng Qianxun that he would do his best to protect the food, there was a sharp cry for help from inside the house...