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Night, spring night, there is rain, and the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is dense like sorrow.

Spring is still early, but the night is already very deep, and the departed people who are far away in a foreign land may still be in the remnants, missing the thousands of rays of rain that will never be cut. The people of the city have fallen asleep.

Three people holding two white oil-paper umbrellas with blue flowers on them appear in sight.

Chu Liuxiang was dressed in flowing white clothes, with a vague smile, a little red and a mysterious black suit, and Leng Jun, who was not smiling, Lan Feng pulled up his sideburns, wore a half-face mask, and wore a blue cloak in a blue elegant casual dress, not stained with the mystery of fine dust.

There was only a narrow alley full of mud, and there was actually a dim light.

Lan Feng leaned into the faint candlelight in front of him swaying and muttered, "Why is it late and it's still raining, there are still people setting up stalls."

Chu Liuxiang looked at Lan Feng and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”。

Lan Feng tilted his head and said, "Let's hurry up and find the drunken butterfly!" ”。

A little red said softly: "It's not bad for a moment, go over and rest."

Lan Fengtian had no choice but to nod and led the three of them over,

A wind lamp, which had been yellowed by the fire, was picked under a simple bamboo shed, illuminating a small noodle stall and a few crooked tables and chairs.

In addition to noodle soup, noodle pot, spoon, chopsticks, soy sauce, sesame oil, and chopped green onions, this small noodle stall is no different from other small noodle stalls, and also has a large wooden plate with braised vegetables, some beef, fat sausages, dried tofu, and braised eggs.

There were only four wooden tables in the humble tent, three of which were already occupied by three people.

There were still three diners at such a late hour, but everyone was not like ordinary people.

A sallow-faced man in Tsing Yi looked like a seriously ill man in the dim light, and there was a bowl in front of him, in which there was neither cabbage, no shredded meat, no hoof flowers, not even noodles, but there was a pearl similar to longan.

There was also a well-behaved looking young man with the same bowl in front of him, containing the same thing.

A one-armed man with a thin body as thin as a bamboo pole and surprisingly wide shoulders, with a black bamboo pole diagonally behind his back, pressed a worn bamboo hat low under his eyebrows, revealing only half of his left eye, and the things in front of him were the same as the previous two people.

Chu Liuxiang, a little red, and Lan Fengtian sat down as if they didn't see them.

Chu Liuxiang put down the oil-paper umbrella and said, "I want a little bit of everything, and it's best to cut more dried tofu." Two more jugs of wine, whatever it is. ”

Chu Liuxiang poured the wine, and found that Lan Feng poured and a little red and said without drinking: "Alas! It's boring to drink alone, but it's better than no alcohol at all."

A little red was about to pick up the wine glass when she heard someone clapping.

"This is really a wise saying that is not easy to understand." A person clapped his hands and laughed: "Just by this sentence, it is worth floating three whites." ”

His laughter was loud and loud, he walked straight at the waist, his clothes were freshly changed and washed upright, and a long black sword hung from his belt, and the brass swallow and the hilt of the sword were polished.

In order to make others have a good impression of him, he did put a lot of effort into it.

It's a pity that all this can't hide his haggard and tired Luotuo, but he still hopes that others can't see it.

"It's a pity that I can't drink with you now, I'm going to eat a few bowls of noodles first." He strode over to the noodle stall: "I want three bowls of noodles, three bowls." ”

The owner of the noodle stall stared at him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to grab him by the neck, and asked him why he couldn't see that there was no one here to eat noodles, and asked him why he didn't even have this kind of vision.

The middle-aged man with the sword was also glaring at him, and suddenly sneered: "Why don't you speak?" What do you mean? Do you think that I, Jiao Lin, am too old to eat your bowl of noodles? ”。

His voice was hoarse with anger: "It doesn't matter if I eat this bowl of noodles or not, but I must let you see if I still have the ability." ”

Lan Feng leaned his fingers and tapped on the wooden table, and said secretly: "It seems that I have been involved in some trouble unknowingly."

A little red put down the wine glass, glanced at Chu Liuxiang, and shook his head.

Chu Liuxiang smiled helplessly and touched her nose.

He has drawn his sword.

The way he drew his sword was perfectly correct and standard, but his hands were no longer steady.

The owner of the noodle stall suddenly stabbed out a pair of bamboo chopsticks in his hand and poked his eyes with the momentum of a double dragon winning pearls.

Before his sword reached the other party's heart, the other party's bamboo chopsticks had already reached his eyebrows.

He had to retreat.

Only took a step back, and the bamboo chopsticks suddenly struck down and knocked on his wrist bone, and with a "dang" sound, the long sword fell to the ground.

When the long sword landed, Jiao Lin seemed to suddenly fall from a tall building and fell into the abyss from which he could never recover.

At this moment, all the weaknesses that he had tried to hide were suddenly exposed.

His aging, his fall, his uncontrollable hands, and even the frayed spots on his collar and cuffs were evident in this moment.

But no one wanted to look at him anymore.

He slowly bent down, slowly picked up the sword that had been knocked to the ground, and stepped back step by step. His eyes kept staring at the bamboo chopsticks of the noodle stall owner.

His hands were shaking, and his eyes were full of despair and fear, as if he knew that every step back he was one step closer to death.

Lan Feng moved his wrist indifferently, and everyone saw a silver light, and the bamboo chopsticks of the noodle stall owner were nailed into the bamboo wall by a silver needle, and a wisp of fragrance wafted into everyone's nose.

Chu Liuxiang stood up, put the piece of broken silver on the table, then held up the oil-paper umbrella, and walked over to support Jiao Lin.

Chu Liuxiang said slowly: "I can see that you must be an alcoholic." He smiled and said, "Although the dried tofu here is well marinated, the wine is too sour, let's go drink in another place." ”

Lan Fengtian and a little red also stood up, and a little red put on a cloak for Lan Fengtian, held up an umbrella and hugged Lan Fengtian's shoulder, and left with Chu Liuxiang.

Walking in the mud and brand-new oil-paper umbrellas to block the drizzle, the four of them gradually walked out of this alley.

The one-armed man looked at them, his one-eyed eyes had already revealed murderous intent, the man in Tsing Yi Huo Ran stood up, the young man under the iron sword gate had already held his sword, and the noodle stall owner was already ready to fly up.

"Can't move!"

The proprietress suddenly slapped the table: "None of you can move, whoever moves will die." ”

The face of the owner of the noodle stall changed.

"I can't listen to you this time, we must not leave Jiao Lin alive." His voice was very low: "This matter is too much to do, Jiao Lin already knows a little bit, even if the people who do his line are very stable, we can't take risks." ”

"Just because we can't take risks, we must not move." The proprietress said, "As long as we move, we will definitely lose this matter." ”

"Are you afraid of Jiao Lin? Can't you see he's finished? ”

"I'm not afraid of Jiao Lin." The proprietress said, "Ten Jiaolin is not as good as a finger of theirs. ”

"Them?" The boss asked, "Are you afraid of that drunkard who dresses like a playboy?" But the masked girl was a little unsure, and the man was just a little cold."

"Not bad at all, I'm afraid of them." The proprietress said, "I wanted to be them, but fortunately I suddenly recognized who they were, otherwise we would have been finished by now." ”

The one-armed man suddenly sneered: "Do you recognize who I am?" Have you forgotten who I am? ”

The proprietress sighed softly: "I know that you are a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and I also know that since you were defeated once in Bashan, you have fought thirteen masters in the seven great sword sects in the past four years, and you have won all battles. Last month, you actually assassinated Dian Cangzhuo Fei under the sword in one move. ”

The one-armed man said coldly: "Zhuo Fei is not the only one I killed in one move. ”

One move kills, what a fierce and vicious swordsmanship!

"But you can't kill any of the three of them in one move," said the proprietress "no one in the world can kill them in one move, and no one can kill them in one eleven thousand moves." ”

She gently told them, "Because I remember that they never seemed to be defeated in their lives." As for that girl, I think any man in the world would lay down his life for her."

The one-armed man was shocked: "Who are they?" Suddenly, it came again: "Is it ......?"

The proprietress glanced at him and said, "That's right."

The proprietress finally said their names, and they were like some kind of incantation, with some kind of incredible magic, that made everyone's faces change and everyone shut up.

The name she said was: "[Biyi Immortal], as for the other person, I think the person who can be with Biyi Xian must not be an ordinary person"

Everyone was silent......