In April and May, the green expanse is a vast expanse of water, with rain spreading everywhere. The green color is boundless, like dark clouds lingering at the bottom of a pot, and the house is damp and rotten everywhere.
Even the toughest men will feel their yang energy is insufficient in this weather, and after a few days, they will be plagued by dampness. This period is also a time when they suffer from both plague and dampness.
But even at this time, there are still farmers who are concerned about their fields, carrying hoes out in the heavy rain, earnestly contemplating their lives over their small plots of land.
It was in this environment that two travelers under umbrellas came from afar from the road that had been weighed down by huge logs by horse-drawn carriages. They were like literary figures traveling to enjoy the scenery and wandering heroes who were bound to the ends of the earth.
"Senior brother, is it really necessary for us to visit that Sleeping Ox Village in this kind of weather?"
A man and a woman, both with waist tags resembling the character "风" (wind) hanging from their waists. The man had a handsome face and an air of scholarly refinement. He wore scholar's attire, and behind him was the standard scholar's trunk. He was also carrying a blue umbrella.
The woman beside him was dressed in light gray, with her hair styled in a tassel bun. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a high and straight nose, and thin, pink lips. She was quite beautiful.
At this moment, she looked around with a hint of disdain in her eyes. Rain was falling, dripping onto the light brown umbrella on her head. She tucked the tips of her hair back, looking impatient.
Even though she had deliberately worn light-colored clothes to avoid getting dirty from the mud, the constant moisture and the occasional dampness carried by the wind made her feel uncomfortable.
When she opened her mouth, a wisp of flame appeared, but it also emitted black smoke due to the moisture, which was the main reason she disliked it.
The second reason is that the mountains here are not particularly beautiful, and the scenery here is not beautiful either. If her senior brother hadn't come, she wouldn't have even glanced at this place.
"Of course, we're going to fulfill Young Master Qin's request. Besides, as people who collect local customs and stories, we also have our own tasks. If we can't gather enough information about local anecdotes and figures, our badges will be taken away."
Caifenglou is an anomaly among factional folk songs. It was originally formed when a disciple of Xuanpin Daozun saw the demon god Xubai on the earth and feared that the past history and customs would be lost. So he set off alone, carrying a wind-collecting bell, to travel around the four seas and eight wastelands to collect stories, legends, folk songs and history passed down by word of mouth.
To this day, Caifenglou has become a recognized intelligence organization in Xinsu, and the list of famous figures, such as the Saints, Clouds and Rain, and Taishi, was compiled by Caifenglou. Of course, the popular name for the final list is the Fengyun List, which means that the world's heroes are born from our generation.
The hierarchy of the Caifeng Tower consisted of a collector, a collector, a musician, a blind man, and so on. Of course, in administration, it was a system of tower owner and elder.
After Mo Lao, the former folk gatherer of Qingmang, was promoted to folk gatherer envoy, the region also got a new folk gatherer, who was this pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters.
The man's name was Jia Wei, and the woman's name was Li Qianyun. They had no special background; they were just orphans raised by the folk singer and inherited the position of folk singer according to the inheritance system.
As for why he, as the senior disciple, would talk about Young Master Qin's arrangements in such weather, it was naturally because he was eager to improve.
The process of leveling up as a news gatherer is tough, as is acquiring resources. Not only must the information be truthful and accurate to receive rewards, but as a powerful force, they cannot rely on their status to cheat or deceive. After all, they are just messengers, and they won't lose anything if others don't care.
Therefore, the fact that Mo Lao, the last person to collect folk songs, only got promoted after a hundred years since he was established in Qingmang shows that this great power requires hard work to accumulate seniority.
"For the past three years, even though we have tried to sow discord within Qingmang City in various ways, to create valuable information or to explore the mystery of Hou Bian, the Demon God."
"But what was the result? The news was bland and tasteless, with singing and dancing, and people living in peace and prosperity. If I were to report such news to Cangjing Prefecture, you know how Yu Qingfu, that folklorist, would laugh at me."
Jia Wei's face was somewhat gloomy. Youth should be a time for adventure and achievement, but despite his talent, he lacked resources and opportunities.
Although Dao Chengyi offered him an olive branch, what was a useless person like him? If he hadn't climbed the social ladder and acquired the wealth of the Mu family, he would probably be a beggar begging for food right now.
“I do know that, but we’ve been to Woniu Mountain before, and the tea trees there and the grains there are growing normally.”
"What's the point of going again this time?"
It's not like she hasn't been there before. Li Qianyun didn't quite understand why she was returning to this familiar place, especially at this time.
"It's different, absolutely different. Junior sister, have you and I really looked at that Sleeping Ox Village carefully these past three years?"
Upon hearing Jia Wei's words, Li Qianyun was about to look for something she hadn't seen before when she felt something was off. Woniu Village? They seemed to have been there before?
"Apart from the time we first arrived three years ago when we took over from Old Mo and went to Woniu Village to compile Dao Cheng's biography, we have never been there at any other time!"
“Especially when Young Master Qin hosted a banquet for me a couple of days ago and brought over several volumes of files from three years ago, I discovered the problem.”
The raindrops seemed to intensify, and it was at this moment that Li Qianyun felt the chill of the spring rain sweep over her once more.
Like a ferocious beast in the rain watching them, the keen sense of awareness she gained through her cultivation told Li Qianyun that it was best not to listen to what was about to happen.
But this was her senior brother, and she couldn't possibly disobey him, even though she felt extremely uneasy, and even though her female intuition told her that it was best to turn around now.
What's the problem?
"Three years ago, in July of the 484th year, a young woman named Niu Qingya disappeared in Woniu Village. Two days later, the village bully Zhao Er died. After that, there was the story of Dao Chengyi selling straw sandals and gaining recognition. He must be the author of The Goddess Record, because this book became popular in Qingmang City when he rose to prominence."
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