"Also, if it's a rainy day, she'll be very cheerful and sometimes even play the piano or draw with me."
Loran Hill nodded, feeling that Honghu was actually particularly confident in Suqin, which was why she slept so peacefully at home.
"Is Senior Honghu's ability related to rain?"
"Yes. If we use the witch naming method, she should be called the Witch of Misty Rain and Illusion. Her abilities are related to mist, drizzle, and illusions. In the faction she inherited, the witches' prayers are mostly rain prayers, using rain to regulate the dragon's breath."
"Among the Taoist traditions I've passed down, most are fire-worshippers, such as the Yuyan Hongyu Sect. Most of the Qingluan are wind-worshippers, such as the Biluo Xiaoyao Palace and Ninglu Ranbi Fang. Most of the Cuckoos are mountain-worshippers. Within the Seven Continents of Cutting Thunder, mountain god worship is particularly prosperous."
"As for Xuanwu, she isn't interested in performing sacrifices herself, but she's particularly adept at using magic arrays to guide the dragon's breath. The Fenxiang Guanxing Mansion you're familiar with has inherited this skill."
Afterwards, Suqin explained to Luo Lanhill in detail the differences between the four blessings and their various characteristics. This gave Luo Lanhill a lot of insights, and he wondered whether he should compile relevant teaching books in the future for future priestesses to learn from.
After the two finished their meal, they continued to talk on the second floor. At this time, Honghu was sleeping in Suqin's arms, very quietly.
In this way, an early summer afternoon with a gentle breeze slowly passed as the chirping of cicadas gradually began to rise.
For several days afterwards, Loran Hill traveled around the island, looking at the many ancient traces left here, including books, stone tablets, operas, legends, stone statues, etc. about ancient times, and then he would talk and chat with Su Qin and Hong Hu, talking about many things.
One rainy day, Honghu went out to teach the children of a family in the town, and Luo Lanhill went with him this time.
While accompanying Honghu in teaching the children, Loran Hill slowly discovered what Honghu looked like when he was serious and not sleeping. Just like Caihua she had described, Honghu always had patience and delicate emotions when facing some scenes that would make ordinary people anxious. He could help the other party sort out the subtle shadows and anxieties in their hearts and let them get out of it again.
This would be a very reassuring teacher, Loran Hill suddenly thought.
Compared with Honghu, Loran Hill is similar in many ways. They both have patience and gentleness, but their emphasis is slightly different. Because Loran Hill has a more sensitive perception, he does not need to slowly look for and wait for problems to arise.
But a child with average talent would probably encounter considerable frustration at Loran Hill, as they seemed to be vastly inferior to this teacher. Honghu, on the other hand, would sit there quietly, reciting the story over and over again, her voice always gentle and unpretentious. If she had to point to a flaw, it would probably be that she couldn't teach too many children at once, as that would prevent her from attending to everyone.
Fine raindrops dripped down the eaves, hitting the stone slabs and making pleasant sounds. Loran Hill sat by the fence of the pavilion, closed his eyes and listened gently, and occasionally looked downstairs to see Honghu teaching the little girl to read poems.
The drizzle continues, the distant mountains are hazy, the water is shrouded in mist and smoke, and it is spring and summer again.
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