C126 Mount Qingfeng Sage Jia

On the bank of the lake, a light breeze blew.

It was the end of summer, and the lake was as flat as a mirror. The willow trees on both sides of the lake floated with broken green leaves from time to time, which landed on the heads of the people walking on the streets.

Fang Qianyun looked at Lu Hao, who was squatting at the bank of the willow tree, holding a thin piece of stone in his hand