On February 21 of the third year of Longxing, the spring rain fell overnight, and there was still no sign of stopping.

Before dawn, Bu'an had already woken up, and he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and practiced swords alone in the courtyard.

The bluestone ground is unusually slippery, and it is natural and easy to stand firm with Bu'an's current cultivation, but at the same time, it is a little difficult not to step on the cracked stone slab.

When the sky was bright, Tu Yao came over with an oil-paper umbrella and stood and watched for a while.

When Bu'an put away his sword and stood for a while, his clothes were almost completely wet from the rain.

"Master......" He vaguely remembered that it was also raining on the day of Tianmu's spring test, and Tu Yao was also dressed in white, with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and a smile on his face was not shocked.

"I got up so early to practice my sword? After a while, I quickly changed my clothes, and I was careful of the cold. Tu Yao smiled at him: "Song Qing is still sleeping, so I won't wake him up." ”

Bu An was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he understood what she meant.

Tu Yao deliberately went out before Song Qing woke up, if he hadn't happened to see Bu An practicing swords in the courtyard, probably he wouldn't even want to be alarmed. This is more than lucky, she doesn't want to experience this scene of life and death.

Bu An couldn't see it on his face at all, and said with a heartless smile: "I have to eat something before I go, Master, wait a minute, I'll ask someone to go out and buy it." ”

Without waiting for Tu Yao to agree, he ran to the room where Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan slept and knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, the wooden door opened, and Hui Yuan came out of the house, dressed neatly, obviously waking up a long time ago.

Bu An was slightly stunned, and didn't ask much, only told the monk to buy some breakfast.

By the time Hui Yuan went out with an umbrella, under the four eaves surrounding the courtyard, it was already full of people. Zhang Blind, Deng Xiaoxian, Luo Qingting, Cheng Quan, Chen Chi, Chen Wei brothers......

Only Guangnian and Wei Seventeen were missing, that is to say, all the people of the Seven Divisions who rushed to Jiangning from Yuezhou had already woken up.

Everyone just stood, and none of them spoke, only the rain that flowed down the eaves dripped on the bluestone slabs, making a gurgling sound.

At this moment, even Tu Yao was a little surprised.

Bu An suddenly understood that they must have discussed it behind their backs last night - after all, after getting along for so long, Zhang Blind, Deng Xiaoxian, Luo Qingting and a few of them had probably guessed what he was going to do.

"What are you doing standing stupidly," he swiped, sheathing his sword, "Hurry up and clean up the table!"

The people who were still solemn just now agreed with a smile when they heard this, and ran towards the main hall in a chaotic manner.

It was only at this time that Tu Yao realized that the Seventh Division of Yuezhou Ghost Hunting seemed to be no longer what it used to be.

Accompanying Tu Yao to approach the main hall and watching her sit down, Bu Ancai smiled and said, "Shizun will wait for me for a while, I'll go out to do something, and I'll go back when I go." As he spoke, he turned his head and walked out the door, but the people behind him followed him like kraft candy.

Bu An turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Give me a good seat, I'll be back in a while." ”

Zhang Blind stopped everyone at this time, and saw Bu An walk into the rain curtain.

Tu Yao looked at this strange scene, and his face showed a look of surprise.

Only she sat at the table alone, and all the people in the Seven Divisions stood under the eaves, staring at the rain curtain in the courtyard in a daze.

In the past, on Tianmu Mountain, a little scholar with a hippie and smiling face like Song Qing, what did he do in the past year to make this group of Jianghu people so obedient to him?

Before this, Tu Yao thought that Bu'an was just a tricky man, long-sleeved and good at dancing, and quite capable of doing business, earning enough silver, driven by interests, so many people in the rivers and lakes followed.

But all the signs this morning proved that she was wrong.

Let's not talk about the extent to which this group of people obeyed Bu'an's words, just looking at the momentum they showed when they gathered around the courtyard just now and didn't say a word, it was enough to make people move.

Is this still a group of charlatans?

Tu Yao turned his head sideways and pondered for a moment, and suddenly coughed lightly, but saw that under the eaves outside the door, everyone was deaf, as if everyone's thoughts had escaped into the rain curtain with Bu'an's figure, and she was indifferent to her sitting in the main hall.

"Which of you has been with Bu An the longest?" Tu Yao finally couldn't help but ask.

Only then did the blind man pull Deng Xiaoxian and Luo Qingting, and together with the two of them, he turned around and walked into the house.

......

......

It was just dawn, and there were not many people on the rainy street.

Bu'an walked out of the courtyard gate, and ran in the drizzle, even though he did not use his divine power, but also attracted a few pedestrians to look sideways.

The cool rain slipped down his face, making him more sober.

The figure of Qingshan faintly appeared in her mind, and she lowered her head under the candle flame, saying that Childe should not rush ahead in everything......

There was a dull ache in his chest, and he couldn't tell if it was caused by being kicked by Seventeen the night before, or because he thought of Haruyama.

There has never been a time when Bu An has been so hesitant, even a few months ago, in Ningyang County, when he decided to make a desperate bet, he was far less entangled than now.

Month-by-month conference, Xuanwu five continents, as long as you step in, it is possible that there will be no day to see the clear mountain again.

He had thought about abandoning it, even last night.

After the month-by-month conference, the general trend of the world will inevitably change abruptly, once the emperor Xiao'er unites Kunlun Xu, pinched the Confucianism to death, and wants to overthrow the Liang Dynasty, it will be far away.

Bu An can ignore these, just take Qingshan and Susu, or there are also the people of the Seven Divisions, go to Qimin Road, go to Lingnan Road, go to the more southern places to escape the world, and the general trend of the world will have nothing to do with him, even if the evil moon is empty and the flood is monstrous, what does it matter.

But in this world, in addition to Qingshan and Su Su, in addition to the people of the Seven Divisions, there are Tu Yao and Song Qing, Lou Xinyue and Fang Fei'er, as well as the Song family in Hangzhou, and the Lou Family Library in Yuezhou, and many people who are inextricably related to him.

Even if he left them all behind and became an ostrich buried in his head, what would Haruma think? What would the Seven Division brothers think of him?

How should the ambitions of the brothers of the Seven Divisions be dissipated?

So, there is no way back at all.

So Qingshan, it's not that I have the heart to rush ahead, it's that I don't have a choice.

......

Wiping a handful of rain that covered his eyes, Bu An ran into the weaving mansion street, and went straight to the mansion where the young generation of Qufu Academy lived, and knocked on the door.

A Confucian scholar with a raw face opened the door.

"I'm looking for Song Shijin!" Bu An broke in, about a few days ago, Yu Wei was still there, and that person didn't dare to stop him.

Everyone in the door was sitting around, and when they saw Bu'an getting wet and breaking in, they all stood up and were tense for a while.

"Bu Gongzi!" Song Manqiu heard the sound and ran down the stairs on the second floor: "Are you like this?!"

"Where's Brother Shijin?" Bu placed these people downstairs and ran straight up the stairs. Sure enough, as he expected, Song Shijin was also upstairs, slowly coming out of the house.

Bu An walked past Song Manqiu, turned a blind eye, and then came to Song Shiqiu, and said lightly: "Offended."

Song Shijin seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and suddenly froze, standing motionless, allowing him to pierce his shoulder blade with a sword.

There was a mess downstairs.

"Don't move!" Song Manqiu broke off: "Let him go!"

Bu An returned the sword to the sheath, smiled at Song Shijin a little apologetically, and then turned his head and left, when he passed by Song Manqiu's side, he only heard her whisper "Thank you".

The eyes of the people downstairs looking at him were extremely complicated.

Bu An ignored it, pushed the door and walked onto the street.

The rain began to fall heavily.