Chapter 97: Misty Rain and Magical Witch

After sitting under the warm sycamore tree all night, the sky slowly turned white, and the voices in my ears gradually increased.

Its daybreak.

Stepping on the morning dew, Lorraine Hill jumped over the stones in the mountains, and walked towards the small town in the fog below.

This is a paradise isolated from the world. Many local residents have lived on the island all their lives, and they don't know much about the outside world. Naturally, they don't know this cute girl.

She was wearing a blue embroidered skirt with a white background, with a pendant tassel knot on the corner, and her long black hair was scattered in the wind, which seemed extraordinarily light, making one want to touch it.

After arriving in the town, Lorraine Hill came to a breakfast stall and sat down quietly and obediently, waiting for the meal he had ordered to be served.

People here have a very leisurely schedule. There are not many people who come out to eat in the morning, and they are not in a hurry. Sitting in front of this old wooden table, Lorraine Hill listens to their occasional conversations at that time, talking about things in life.

After a while, the warm tofu nao came up, with a light yellow in the snow white, you can see it bouncing and shaking when you press it gently with a spoon, emitting a little heat in the bowl.

Scoop up a little with a spoon, and the original large piece is broken into small pieces, with a little clear soup in it. When you put it in your mouth, the tofu brain will shatter when it touches your teeth.

After breakfast, Lorraine Hill continued to wander the streets. This small town on the island retains many ancient customs and traditions, and you can vaguely see some lingering charms of the East thousands of years ago.

The shop selling clothes on the street has probably been opened for hundreds of years, and faintly hollow wormholes can be seen in the doorposts. The owner is also a tailor in the shop and has passed on the craftsmanship to future generations, and the surrounding people have been wearing the clothes made in this shop generation after generation.

In addition to some ordinary clothes, there are also a few special Chinese clothes, some are specially worn for weddings, and some are specially used for sacrifices. These clothes are very particular, and the shopkeeper told Lorraine Hill that they are all the regulations passed down from his ancestors.

It is said that a long time ago, people from all over the world would take boats to the Yellow Sea Mountain to pay homage to the phoenix, and at this time, they would buy a special sacrificial attire at the foot of the mountain, because meeting the phoenix is ​​a very solemn thing, and it is not respectful to dress indistinctly. The ancestors of this shop also accumulated family property because of this, and then settled down on this island.

"However, this is a very old thing. According to my grandfather's grandfather, there used to be seven or eight clothes shops on the island, but now there are only two or three shops left."

"Is it because there are fewer outsiders?" Lorraine Hill stood in front of a sacrificial gown with purple embroidery on a plain black background, and gently pinched the corner of the clothes with his hands to feel the material of the clothes.

"It's almost like this, because after the death of the Fujun, the five phoenixes lived in different places, and they came here less often to gather. Later, the five phoenixes disappeared one by one, and this mountain of the Yellow Sea gradually became barren."

The shopkeeper swept the corners of the shop with a duster, removed some accumulated dust, and made some hanging clothes look brighter. Looking at his appearance, it is estimated that the people who come here are usually close neighbors, and he has not paid attention to cleaning. Today, the distinguished customer Lorraine Hill came to the store with great difficulty, so he paid a little attention to it.

As for why this girl was regarded as a distinguished guest, it was naturally because of her exquisitely crafted and extraordinary material dress. In addition, Lorraine Hill's appearance was also surprising enough.

"This dress looks like it's been hanging for a long time." Lorraine Hill withdrew her hand and turned to look at the store not far behind.

"Is this sacrificial dress? It should be made by my grandfather. At that time, it used very rare Shenxuan cloth and crimson purple gold thread, but there has been no suitable buyer, and then it is hung here." The owner seems to be very seldom doing business. He will not exaggerate or raise prices, but speaks plainly about the origin of the clothes and the fact that they cannot be sold.

"Does this lady want it?"

"I want it a little bit." Although it is not perfect, but in this store, this dress is the best, except for falling

A little more gray.

"I flipped through the previous booklet." The shopkeeper bent down and rummaged under the counter for a while, as if he opened the locked drawer, and after a lot of effort, he took out a dusty and old booklet.

"About twenty...seven gold dishes." He looked at the brochure, seemed to hesitate, and then reported the number.

"Don't look at it as a bit old, but the material is really excellent, and no one can make such clothes now, so it will be more expensive."

"Is that so?" Lorraine Hill blinked a little wanting to laugh.

In fact, she wasn't short of money, and she didn't intend to counter-offer, but it was interesting to watch the shopkeeper scratching her head and thinking of reasons.

"Yes, miss, you can see that the embroidery of flowers, plants and gods and birds on it are all sewn in strict accordance with the ancient system. While adhering to the rules, they are still flexible. There is a kind of coordination in the complexity, and it is not embroidered indiscriminately. The overall appearance is very good. In ancient times, such clothes were only eligible to be worn by high officials when offering sacrifices. But now that they are in decline, ordinary people don't mind wearing them."

"Okay, I see." Lorraine Hill nodded, and took out a small kit from his sleeve, which contained thirty gold dishes.

The shopkeeper carefully unwrapped the kits with joy, counted them one by one on the counter, and finally took out three more and pushed them to Lorraine Hill.

"These are the three extra gold dishes."

"It's okay, I know this is extra." Lorraine Hill hugged the folded clothes

Clothes, stand in front of the counter.

"You can accept it, but I still want to hear you continue to talk about the past on the island, as well as the previous legends about Fujun and Wufeng."

"Well, thank you, Miss." The shopkeeper accepted the golden dish with a smile on his face, then poured tea for Lorraine Hill, and moved a wooden chair for him to sit on, and then continued to talk about some past events passed down from his ancestors at the counter.

In this way, Lorraine Hill listened to those ancient stories and anecdotes in this peaceful little shop, some of which were classics handed down to later generations, and some of them were stories that Lorraine Hill had never heard of in the outside world. It's just that after popularization, few people know about the origin of lanterns.

Such a story, even if it was true, Suqin would not tell herself. Lorraine Hill sat aside, imagining what the mature and steady Suqin in his impression would have looked like when she was a child.

Then time passed slowly, and when Lorraine Hill got up, it was almost noon.

This time happened to go to Suqin's place for dinner, and Luo Lan felt a little bit bad.

Holding the newly bought clothes, Lorraine Hill took small steps towards the place where Suqin and Honghu lived in seclusion.

After knocking on the door and entering, Suqin was not surprised that Lorraine Hill came again today, probably because of the curious appearance of Lorraine yesterday, there must be a lot of things she wanted to know from herself and Honghu.

"Gu is sleeping upstairs, Lorraine is going to call her, and my side is almost done."

"Hmm." Lorraine Hill walked upstairs with brisk steps, and found that Honghu was sleeping on the bamboo mat under the window sill, she was lying sideways, her brows were so weak and pitiful, her long hair and snow-white dress shone in the sun, as if there was a faint halo overflowing.

It's really beautiful, Lorraine Hill thought unconsciously.

She has seen many beautiful women, except for Yi Miaoxin, who relied on power to obtain extraordinary charm, the only ones who could compare to this swan were Yi Xuegelin and Frocia.

The appearance of witches is not bad, so it is very difficult to stand out among witches with their appearance and appearance. Only a few people can do it. Although Lorraine Hill herself is one of them, she always ignores this point unconsciously.

"Senior Honghu, it's time to get up." Lorraine Hill walked across the bamboo mat wearing white socks, came to Honghu's side, bent down, and looked at her still sleeping soundly, her eyelashes were quiet in the sun.

Gently pull up the loose hair with your hands, Lorraine

Hill supported Honghu's shoulders, feeling the somewhat soft body, and slowly floated it up, but this one still seemed a little sleepy, lying on Lorraine Hill's shoulders, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and they were not fully opened.

As a last resort, Lorraine Hill called out a few more times, but this man didn't make any other moves except for a soft snort in response at first.

Listening to the small sound from Suqin downstairs, Lorraine Hill knew that the lunch was probably almost ready, so she had to put down the other hand, then lifted Honghu's legs, and hugged him horizontally.

However, the sleeping Honghu unconsciously slipped down the middle, and the silk dress greatly reduced the friction, which forced Lorraine Hill to use his ability a little bit to support the Honghu with a soft air mass, and then hugged him slightly and walked down the stairs.

The skin and cheeks like suet jade slowly rise and fall in a deep sleep. Even when being carried downstairs, Honghu still has a gentle appearance that is not in danger. This makes Lorraine Hill can't help but envy such a worry-free and reassuring mentality. Perhaps only Keti can compare with this Honghu.

In the past, Keti also liked to stay by her side when she had nothing to do. If she encountered something she was not interested in, she would not leave, but would sleep on her lap.

"Is Hu not awake?" Suqin looked at Lorraine Hill carrying Hong Hu downstairs, opened her mouth slightly, somewhat surprised.

"It's also embarrassing little Lorraine." She walked over, carefully took Honghu from Lorraine Hill's hand, and then hugged it to the wooden chair by the table, letting it lean against the back of the chair.

Then, as if playing a prank, Suqin dipped a little water with her finger and tapped it on Honghu's forehead, causing the sleeping witch in white dress to slowly open her eyes.

But Suqin didn't stop here, but continued to lightly draw on Honghu's forehead with clear water, as if she was sketching some pattern, at this time Honghu's consciousness also slowly turned back.

"Qin bullied me again." She said this with a hint of softness, which made people want to bully her even more.

Seeing that Honghu finally woke up, Suqin also stood up from her stooped position, "It's time for lunch."

"Is it okay not to eat? In fact, I can go without food for a long time." Honghu was still a little sleepy.

"It's okay, but I have to find a quiet and safe place for you to sleep." Suqin seemed to be seriously considering this matter.

"Then I'd better eat, because I have to supervise Qin." As he spoke, Honghu gradually sat upright, leaning forward to look at the dining table, on which there was the bamboo-flavored barbecue that Suqin made today, and the snow-white fish soup.

The three of them sat at the table and ate slowly. Honghu was full after eating a small bowl, and then continued to rest on the back of the chair. Only Suqin and Lorraine Hill were left talking at the table.

"Actually, Honghu is not always sleepy like this. She will be normal when she goes out, and she can teach children, but when she is at home, she will look lazy." Suqin slightly defended her image as a good sister.

"In addition, if it rains, she will be very energetic, and occasionally

Playing the piano together, or drawing pictures. "

Lorraine Hill nodded, feeling that Honghu was actually very reassuring of Suqin, so she slept so relaxedly at home.

"Is senior Honghu's ability related to rain?"

"Yes, if you use the naming method among witches, you should call her the witch of Misty Rain and Magic Lone. Her abilities are related to water mist, drizzle, and illusion. In the faction she inherits, most of the priestess celebrations are rain blessings, using rain to regulate the breath of dragon veins."

"In the orthodoxy I have passed down, fire blessings are mostly used, such as Yuyan Red Ray Gate, Qingluan is mostly wind blessings, such as Biluo Xiaoyao Palace, Condensed Dew Dyeing Bifang, Mianji is mostly mountain blessings, and mountain god sacrifices are particularly prosperous in Qilei Seven Continents."

"As for Yan, she is not interested in offering sacrifices herself, but she is particularly good at using magic circles and the like to achieve the effect of guiding the breath of dragon veins. The Fenxiang Temple that you are familiar with has inherited this skill."

After that, Suqin and Lorraine Hill explained in detail the differences between the four blessings, as well as various characteristics, which made Lorraine Hill gain a lot, thinking

Do you want to 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, and at this time Honghu was also sleeping in Suqin's arms, very quiet.

In this way, a cicada sings gradually, and the afternoon of early summer and wind slowly passes.

In the next few days, Lorraine Hill toured around the island, looking at the many ancient traces left here, including books about ancient times, stone tablets, operas, legends, stone statues, etc., and then chatting with Suqin and Honghu, talking about many things.

On a rainy day, Honghu went out to teach the children of a family in the town again, and Lorraine Hill also went there this time.

When teaching children with Honghu, Lorraine Hill slowly discovered Honghu's appearance when he was serious and not sleeping. Just like the Caihua she once described, Honghu always has patience and delicate emotions when facing some anxious scenes of ordinary people.

This will be a very reassuring teacher, Lorraine Hill suddenly thought.

Compared with Honghu, Lorraine Hill and Honghu are similar in many places, patience and gentleness coexist, but there are subtle differences in emphasis. Because Lorraine Hill has a more sensitive perception ability, there is no need to slowly search and wait for problems to arise.

But if it is a child with average aptitude, I am afraid that he will encounter a lot of frustration at Lorraine Hill, because there seems to be a big gap between himself and this teacher. And Honghu will sit there very quietly, telling the story over and over again, the voice is always so soft without a trace of fireworks, if I really want to talk about the shortcomings, I am afraid that she can't teach too many children at the same time, so that she can't take care of everyone.

Thin raindrops dripped down the eaves, and knocked on the stone slabs to make a pleasant sound. Lorraine Hill sat by the fence of the pavilion and listened gently with his eyes closed. Occasionally, he would look downstairs, the appearance of Honghu teaching the little girl to read poetry and books.

The drizzle is continuous, the distant mountains are hazy, the mist is misty, and it is another spring and summer.

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