Sulanzhou, Shuiyao Town.
It was autumn now, the weather was slightly cool, and fine raindrops created ripples on the water. A small boat quietly crossed the river and passed under the small bridge of this ancient town.
A girl dressed in a blue gauze dress stood at the bow, holding a paper umbrella. As the boat moved forward, she looked at the bluestone streets along the river and the houses with white walls and green tiles with curiosity.
There are not many pedestrians on the street. The town is a little hazy in the rain and fog. Occasionally, you can see a few young people walking together and laughing, talking about recent interesting things. Compared with other areas, this place is much richer and more peaceful.
Few people know that the gate of Bailu Qixuanwu, one of the thirty-six gates in the world, is hidden in this small town.
Loran Hill recalled the news he had received from Yanxingmen some time ago, and took a small boat through this water town.
On both sides of the densely packed streets, there are cloth shops, porcelain workshops, calligraphy and painting studios, etc. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of stringed instruments. Life in the town is very rich.
After turning through alleys and stone bridges and passing through most of the town, Loran Hill stopped the boat beside a bluestone staircase. He got off the boat and looked up. There was a private school not far away. The sound of people reciting poems and books came from the yard. There must be many children studying there.
Looking at the slightly clearing sky, Loran Hill put away his umbrella, walked up the steps, and came to the front of the academy. There was a sunken wooden plaque on it with the words "Shixuan Academy" written on it. The font was round and not ostentatious.
However, Loran Hill did not come here to visit the academy this time. She looked at the plaque, confirmed it, and then continued along the alley where the academy was located. There was another house inside. There was a tall sycamore tree planted in the yard, and its branches and leaves extended outside the yard.
Arriving at the gate of the courtyard, Loran Hill stepped forward, pulled the iron ring on the door and knocked. After a while, footsteps were heard.
Taking a step back, Loran Hill waited patiently.
Soon, a young servant in blue opened the door with the creaking of front teeth.
"Is that the girl knocking at the door?"
"Yes, I would like to visit you."
"Oh, does the girl have an invitation?"
"An invitation?" Loran Hill thought, took out a letter from his arms and handed it over.
"Please wait a moment, young lady." The servant took it and closed the door. Judging from the footsteps, he should be going to find the person in charge.
While waiting, Loran Hill stood quietly in front of the door. At this time, the academy next to him was having a lunch break. Some children were playing in the yard, and from time to time there were sounds of laughter and chasing, like the chirping of birds in spring.
"Haha, it's my turn now, don't run."
"Idiot, I'll run, ah ah ah ~"
"Bad, you guys are cheating."
"I don't care, I won anyway."
Then there was another round of shouting, occasionally mixed with some crying and laughter.
Just as Loran Hill was immersed in memories of the past, the door behind him creaked open and a man in a white shirt pushed the door open.
"Miss, please come in."
Then he led Loran Hill through the garden full of small bridges, flowing water, rockery and pavilions, until they stopped by a lotus pond.
"Senior Brother is waiting for Miss Jialan there."
Loran Hill looked up and saw three men and women wearing the same white shirts waiting for him in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
After entering the pavilion, several people first bowed and saluted, then asked, "Excuse me, Miss Jialan, is she the witch who forced the Yanxing Sect to retreat in Nanfeng Island some time ago?"
"It's me." The girl nodded. There was no need to deny this now. It would make the trip more convenient. Otherwise, it would always be troublesome for an unknown person to visit.
After hearing the girl's admission, they were surprised at first, and then slowly accepted the reality.
"Please take a seat, Miss Jialan. May I ask what may come of this visit?"
"I heard that this is the headquarters of the Bailu Qixuanfang, so I came here to inquire about some old matters with your sect."
"Miss Jialan, please feel free to ask."
"Well..." Loran Hill paused for a moment. Although it was a bit abrupt, she still asked.
"I wonder if your sect knows the whereabouts of Master Bai Feng and Hong Hu."
After hearing this, several people did not look surprised, and it seemed that this was not the first time they had heard such a question.
"Indeed, recently many old friends have come to inquire about us and asked if we know the whereabouts of Master Honghu." The leading true disciple spoke.
"I'm sorry, even we don't know the whereabouts of Master Honghu."
"The last time Lord Honghu visited was six hundred years ago."
As the direct descendants of Bai Feng Honghu, Bai Lu Qixuanfang does know more about Honghu, but they only know a little. Now they have not heard of Honghu for hundreds of years.
That prince may still be sleeping now, or he may have disappeared in some corner of the world many years ago.
"Oh, I see." Although she was mentally prepared, the girl still sighed in disappointment.
Seeing her lost look, several people shook their heads helplessly. They had seen this kind of scene many times before. After Chi Feng disappeared for many years, some people had begun to explore possible alternatives, and Hong Hu was the most likely choice.
Among the Five Phoenixes, the other three are clearly dead and cannot be resurrected. Although there has been no news about Honghu for many years, there is a slight possibility that he is still alive.
Next, they talked for a few more words, and then these true disciples invited Loran Hill to have a banquet at their house tonight.
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