The black-robed figure in the lame tea stall is broad and tall, but in his words, he is a little more feminine than a woman, faintly sharp, and extremely weird.

The black-robed man tilted his head slightly, and the eyes under the black-robed looked at the long-tongued woman with a full face of spirit, and the palm of his hand poked out of the sleeve of the robe, the palm of the black-robed man was almost the same as the strange taste of his voice, and the palm was wide and slender and not at all like a woman's slender hand, but it was as white as jade.

The fingertips of the black-robed man were slightly cocked, as if the life of the long-tongued woman was stored in the fingertips, and with a flick of the fingers, the woman would die at that time.

In the twilight of spring, a cold wind surged, and the sign written in thick ink made a slight sound.

When the black-robed man heard the sign, his upturned fingertips slowly stretched, and he shook his head slightly: "It's not time yet, and after death, there will be less excitement in the future." ”

The white-skinned palm of the black-robed man spread out, and the feathers of a pigeon scattered on the branches of the dead trees next to the tea stall moved with the cold wind, and slowly fell into the palm of the black-robed man. ”

"The cripple who teases people's hearts and will take revenge, and the woman in the market who has a big mouth and a long tongue to provoke right and wrong, there are too many people in this world who should be killed. ”

Bursts of cold words came out of the black-robed mouth, and the mottled feathers in the white palms turned into a little powder in the cold wind, drifting away with the wind.

On the street, the man in white with the long box on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and his originally slow pace was a little heavy at the moment.

The black-robed man sneered, "This is going to go mad? ”

Before the words landed, the black-robed man couldn't help but be stunned, and said dumbly: "But it's not good, if this descendant who has comprehended the way of heaven dies now, it won't be wonderful in the future." ”

With that, the black-robed man flicked his fingertips, and his extremely weak qi was scattered in the cold wind, and he slowly ran towards the man in white who was carrying the long box.

In the turbulent ancient alley of bluestone, the man in white walked forward slowly, the light in his deep eyes was dim, the voice that shook his heart became denser and more deafening, and the corners of his mouth and ears were faintly bright red and bloody, but the man in white ignored it and still walked towards the light in the distance.

The wide bluestone ancient alley is slowly converging, and the rippling bluestone bricks are slowly and steadily, and the more you walk, the more godless the eyes of the man in white become, and the thicker the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Just as his eyes were dissipating, a breeze rolled up from nowhere, blowing away all the monstrous sounds in his ears, and the blank eyes of the man in white suddenly regained their original look.

Chen Changge only felt a tingling pain in his ears, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood between his ears, and when he was stunned, the ancient bluestone alley in front of him slowly swayed and disappeared, as if the extremely calm lake surface was thrown into the stones, and the ripples were endless.

It was dark in front of him, and the bluestone ancient alley disappeared, and there were still crowds of people in the streets of Jianyangfu in front of him, and the ears that were originally stinging returned to normal, and there were no more blood stains between the ears on his face.

The man in white, who had been moving extremely slowly on the streets of Jianyangfu, suddenly stopped, and looked at the crowd with a shocked look in his eyes.

The passers-by who had been following the man slowly were a little dissatisfied with the speed of the white-clothed man's walking, but although the boy was carrying a long box, although he was not rich, he looked strong, and his dissatisfied words had been endured in his heart without an exit, at this time the man stopped suddenly, and the passers-by behind him were not in a hurry, one

Headbutt on the long box behind the man.

I don't know what the man's long box contains in his mother's things, it is cold and scary, passers-by don't dare to speak loudly, and muttered a sentence indistinctly, which is a matter of fact, avoiding the young man with different behaviors to merge into the crowd, and after walking more than ten steps away from the man with the negative box, he dared to complain a few words.

The white-clothed man holding a yellow paper medicine bag stood in the crowd like this, as if he was separated from everything in front of him.

On the third floor of the restaurant, the Shen family Rakshasa who was sitting in front of the window was uncertain, and vaguely, he felt that the qi machine behind him had disappeared, and he turned his head with gloomy eyebrows, only to see the man in white standing in place as if he was enchanted, unaware of the scattered qi machine floating in the cold wind.

At the cripple tea stall.

The black-robed man who crushed Ling Yu flicked his fingers and shattered the qi machine drank all the tea soup in the coarse porcelain bowl in front of him, looked at the young descendant who was standing in the road in a daze from a distance, and felt the faint qi machine slowly approaching a hundred and ten zhang away, his robe shook and disappeared into the tea house.

The people in the crowd around them were only concerned about the bustle of the street, and they did not pay any attention to the excitement of the street, and the people in the tea stalls were also unaware of the fact that they were surrounded by the woman who was coated with thick fat powder and listened to the woman's talk.

At three or five breaths, the red-faced man who was ordered to take care of the tea stall turned his head and found that the tea house was empty, and couldn't help but wonder: "When did the black-clothed guest leave?"

The people around him didn't seem to have heard enough of the woman's tirade, and some of the red-faced men disturbed the story, and they said angrily: "Whatever, if you give tea money, you can't go."

"That's it. ”

A question suddenly popped up among several people, "Eh, sister-in-law, do you see if the black-clothed guest just now is a master of the rivers and lakes?"

As soon as the question came out, there were words echoing: "Yes, look at his dress, but he has the demeanor of some masters!"

The middle-aged woman with a very thick face sneered, "Just him, I think he looks like a fart!"

"Which master of the rivers and lakes would think of him and cage himself in his clothes?"

In the eyes of this peasant woman who combs her hair and dresses for two sections, the master of the rivers and lakes should be the master of the clouds and fog and the void, eager to let the world know that she is good, how can the real master act in a slump, dressed like a beggar Huazi drunk mad monk.

The woman snorted coldly and said proudly: "A person like him is at most a stinky fish and rotten shrimp who sells his reputation and fame, and under the black robe is an ugly face that makes people nauseate when they see it." ”

I don't know whether it is disdain or jealousy, this middle-aged woman with a big mouth can enjoy this feeling more and more, and after the evil words are spoken again and again, her heart is extremely hearty and comfortable, which seems to be more comfortable than drinking a bowl of cold and sweet soup in the hot summer.

"That's right, what the sister-in-law said makes sense!"

"That martial arts practice is a hard job, and I don't believe that anyone is willing to hide the hard work that took several years to cultivate. ”

"Why do you practice martial arts? Isn't it just for the sake of superiority? Damn, if you have gone through so much hardship, do you still put yourself with ordinary people?"

In this world, there are many things when people and clouds become tigers, and some people have never seen the sky and the moon, and only listen to the words of others, and they feel that the moon is not much bigger than a grain of rice.

As everyone knows, the person who spoke should have never seen Haoyue.

This is the melody, the melody that people can't read

Law.

While everyone was chattering, Huo Ran, a man with red cheeks who was beaten by the cold wind, got up, looked into the distance and shouted softly: "Yu Cripple is back!"

Everyone was pulled away by the middle-aged woman, and returned to the dilapidated tea stall built by the tree, and looked back at the middle-aged man who broke through the crowd and dragged his injured leg and limped.

There are many emotions in this world, and the joy of several people in the tea stall is very different, some are regretful, some are annoyed, and some are relieved.

The listener who listened attentively heard that the main lord had returned, and the story stopped with some regret.

The middle-aged woman who spoke incessantly was extremely unhappy in her heart, and was annoyed that the cripple would not return sooner or later, so it was extremely uncomfortable to come back in a hurry and hold back the story that had been weaved.

The red-faced man who had been frozen in the cold wind for a long time looked at the limping familiar figure, and his heart was extremely excited, he didn't expect that he would miss a middle-aged cripple so much in this life, and no fucking friendship and morality could withstand the beating of the cold wind.

As soon as the red-eyed cripple walked into the tea stall, the red-faced man rushed forward, handed over the money he had collected in the past half a day to the cripple, forced his heart to be happy, and asked worriedly, "How is the old sister-in-law?"

Yu Cripple, who was dressed in sackcloth, had red eyes again, choked and shook his head: "The situation is not good." ”

"Hua Yigong has performed more than a dozen injections in a row, and he has also fed two or three pills of pills, but he still does not get better. ”

When everyone heard this, they all showed a sad look, and some people rubbed their hands and said: "That's hanging, Hua Yigong's medical skills are among the best in this Jianyang Mansion, if he is not in a rut, this old sister-in-law will die nine times out of ten." ”

"yes. ”

When everyone was worried, a cold snort was extremely harsh, and the middle-aged woman with extremely thick fat powder sneered: "Not really, maybe the old thing who is afraid of the mother-in-law has made an error, and it is impossible to say that the old sister-in-law will be killed!"

As soon as these words came out, the listeners who had just listened to it had a taste rose in their hearts with a burst of disgust, if others were okay like this, then who did not know the people around Hua Yigong? Although he was a little more perverse, he took human life very seriously, and Yu Cripple, who had just come back, frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

This middle-aged woman is not a good stubble in the east of the city, and the good Samaritan who took care of the cripple business before has nothing to do with it.

The woman's husband went out for two years and did not return, leaving the woman to live alone, a middle-aged woman had a very boring life, so the woman wanted to find a companion to talk to after nightfall.

Although Yu Cripple is running in the cold wind all day long, his skin is not bad, although his legs are lame, but he does not delay the pleasure in bed, right?

Today is the Shangyuan Festival, so I deliberately chose it today, smeared with a pair of heavy fat powder to talk to the cripple, but as soon as I came, I caught up with this mess.

As soon as these words came out, the woman also felt that something was wrong, and took a few steps back, speechless, and several people in the room did not pay much attention, and everyone scattered after a few words, and the cripple withdrew the empty bowl from the tea house with red eyes.

If the cripple knew who drank the tea in this bowl, he would probably not care about the sad feeling in his heart.

In the old shop of the Hu family, the sound of jingle is endless.