Zhang Luo sat in front of the window, looking at the plane trees in the courtyard, the night was as cool as water. Suddenly the wind was fierce, and the leaves of the trees fell one after another. The branches of the trees were also projected on the glass by the white moonlight, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

Suddenly, Zhang Luo remembered a poem that his grandfather taught him when he was a child: "The indifference is helpless, and the wind and rain are in harmony." ”

This is the nineteenth summer of Zhang Luo's life, but what he doesn't know is that when he recalls this past many years later, the first thing he thinks of is this plane tree struggling in the wind.

"Take the bag softly. Zhang Luo said in a calm tone.

The flames dance on the tobacco like an elf, and the cigarette has a mellow and soft taste. Zhang Luo inhaled it deeply into his lungs, and then exhaled cyan smoke.

Zhang Luo is tall and thin, with a thin face and a tear mole next to his right eye. Because he smokes all day long, and loves to drink bright yogurt, he always exudes a wonderful mixture of tobacco and milk. It's an addictive taste, like a very domineering with a hint of softness.

I could see the plane tree in the courtyard before, but it made Zhang Luo more and more unable to sleep, so he had to come out and wander on the street.

In the early hours of the morning, the streets were empty, and I walked round and round under the yellow halo under the street lamps. Occasionally, taxis sped along the highway, kicking up dust and shining as if the stars were scattered in the sky under the illumination of the lights.

Zhang Luo sat on the steps and ate the oden he bought from the convenience store before, which was steaming hot but also simple and affordable.

Suddenly, a girl flashed in front of Zhang Luo, took Zhang Luo's hand and ran to the back alley.

"Please, do me a favor, I'm by—" The girl whispered.

"Why didn't you run away from hiding here?" the voice of a tattooed man interrupted the girl's words suddenly.

"Boss, don't talk nonsense with her. Directly did her!" next to him looked like a little brother.

Zhang Luo looked back, and there were four people on the other side, none of whom looked like they were good at stubble.

"What's the matter? In broad daylight, you're still ready to rob the people's daughters!" Zhang Luo said angrily.

"Don't be a hero here, you kid, this little girl stole my things. I'm just going to give her some color today to see and make her remember it longer!" the tattooed man took out a slinger.

"This is my boyfriend, you have to ask him if he says yes first!" the girl suddenly shouted at the tattooed man, and then turned and ran.

Zhang Luo smiled bitterly in his heart, what is going on in this stall, now I don't want to care about it.

Several people on the opposite side surrounded Zhang Luo, and they all showed their knives or throwing sticks. Although the knife is an inch short and an inch dangerous, it does not have any advantage in melee combat, and is only suitable for sneak attacks, but it is always better than Zhang Luo's bare hands now.

"Carving insect skills, you still have time to run. Zhang Luo's face changed.

"What did you say!"

"This kid can't be scared silly, right? Everyone pretended to hold their stomachs and laughed.

Seeing this, Zhang Luo flew up directly in the air and kicked straight over, and suddenly one person fell to the ground and was in pain.

Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, this is what Zhang Luo told him when his grandfather taught him martial arts when he was a child. Zhang Luo has been practicing martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child, and he is good at work, so he still has confidence in dealing with these gangsters.

"I'm not bad for this trick. Zhang Luo sneered.

"What are you doing in a daze? give it all to me!" the tattooed man who was lying on the ground scolded angrily.

Many years later, when Zhang Luo recalled this fight, he still felt that his blood was boiling, perhaps because of the hero's rescue of beauty, which made him feel like he was happy and vengeful in the martial arts.

However, it was this accidental incident as the beginning, just like the threads of fate finally converged and entangled at this moment, which involved Zhang Luo and her unclear grievances and grievances.

"Wudang Broken Door Fist!"

"Wyvern's Palm!"

"Lotus kill!"

"Bai Hongjin!"

"Leave no trace!"

……

Every time Zhang Luo makes a set of moves, he always reports the moves sonorously and powerfully.

If this was placed in ancient times, it would have been passed on by the storyteller, and in the end, the hero retired to the rivers and lakes to embrace the beauty, which became a martial arts story.

But the reality is not so.

Zhang Luo looked at the four people who fell to the ground and said, "Are you still fighting?"

"Count you kid ruthless!" the tattooed man clutched his chest, "What the hell were you just reading?"

"Nonsense. ”

Then the wind blew and rolled up the gravel and leaves. The edges of the leaves are just withering, the lifeless color.

Heavy dark clouds obscured the white moonlight, and there were no stars in the sky.

Zhang Luo took out the Zhonghua from his pants pocket and nodded silently, the wind was very strong, and he shivered a little when he was blowing the flames. He let out a long breath of smoke, and cyan smoke filled the air.

The tattooed man was lying on the ground, feeling that he was indeed in trouble today.

"Hero, spare your life, or this matter will pass like this. The tattooed man said tentatively.

was inexplicably involved in this matter tonight, but the protagonist of this farce ran away early, leaving himself here to deal with the mess, which made Zhang Luo's mood very unhappy.

"Ahh

"Don't!"

"Hero's subordinates are merciful!"

"Big brother, I was wrong!"

Zhang Luo didn't seem to hear it, picked up the slinger on the ground and smashed it at several people, until his hand was a little sore.

"If you dare to mess with the master, I can only count your fate bad!" Zhang Luo threw away the stick and wiped the blood on his hands with a tissue.

However, several people on the ground had already been beaten to death.

The wind blew harder, and the rain began to fall.

The heavy rain swept across the land like a huge waterfall, and dark clouds rolled violently in it. Thunder was hidden in the middle of the low clouds, and it shook people's ears and buzzed. The dazzling golden light, after piercing the dark and dreary night sky, disappeared in an instant, and the heavens and the earth became one, and everything was swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

Zhang Luo couldn't hear anything else, only the deafening thunder and the sound of heavy rain.

"Bang-"

Zhang Luo returned home and closed the door, at this time he was already drenched in the heavy rain outside, so he turned on the light and lay on the sofa.

Zhang Luo usually lives alone in this family, and he is used to the life where his parents are not around. Tomorrow is the day to report to Qinghe University, and what happened tonight is also an unforgettable experience for Zhang Luo.

Although Zhang Luo only had a one-sided relationship with that girl and didn't know her name, Zhang Luo was very impressed by her. The face that can't be described by any words, the short skirt that doesn't reach the knee, and the slightly curly hair, this is what makes her look elf and naughty.

However, at this time on the other side of the city.

"I got the stuff. The girl handed the box to the mystery man.