It's raining.

Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight, and sells apricot blossoms tomorrow in the deep alley.

The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so annoying, so quietly, secretly falling silently in the night when no one perceives.

The little demon got up, used a delicate breakfast, stretched a few lazy waists, and looked out the window, the slanting wind and drizzle had covered the clear sky yesterday with a thin curtain of water like light veil.

So, don't you go anywhere today? Or, go to the riverside to catch a rod and fish, and let me live in the smoke and rain?

There was a warning in his spiritual sense, and he couldn't help but be shocked: It's actually ......? Your uncle, and you don't let people steal half a day?

The little demon tied his hair, changed his shoes, touched the dusty sword on his waist, asked Fukuhara Wan for an oil-paper umbrella, and walked into the misty rain alley......

The old city of Mingzhou, by the Yongjiang River.

The smoke is misty, the drizzle is slanting the bridge, bending the water, and there are a few small canopy boats moored at the water's edge, and there are lazy boatmen, dressed in robes, standing by the boat.

The drizzle of early spring always carries a hazy enchantment, smoky, like a dream, and the air is sometimes mixed with a few faint fragrances, like beautiful children's affairs, and like lilac petals drifting in the wind;

As promised, it was the face in the dream, a few touches of red with the wind, curling Nana, beautiful and floating. The past is like an old book, slowly unfolding in front of people.

The half-squinted boatman suddenly found that in the crooked river in front of him, in the light gauze rain, there was a pale green oil-paper umbrella.

A barefoot woman walks on the surface of the river as if she were walking on the ground, and the pale white skirt in the breeze and the green silk floating wantonly in the light rain seem to imply that she has a shocking face.

However, there was a faint murderous aura in the air, and as an ordinary square courtyard came into view, the faint murderous aura gradually condensed into a wave of murderous energy, spreading in the rain curtain.

In the alley by the river, a small square courtyard is silent in the rain, and a rectangular wooden board with an ancient shape reads: Luohua Wine Inn.

The sound of water ticking, accompanied by the sound of food being chewed.

A young man in an old blue shirt with cuffs pulled up was enjoying his slightly late breakfast in the inn, and there was even a light glass of wine on the wooden table in the middle of the lobby of the inn.

His breakfast is simple but exquisite: a bowl of glutinous rice porridge

, a plate of greens, a plate of fennel beans. He ate slowly and chewed carefully, as if savoring the heavy sword intent coming from the light rain.

With a "boom", the wooden window shattered, and a delicate and graceful woman holding an umbrella took the liberty of breaking in through the broken window. The umbrella shook and tossed it casually, opening in the corner of the door like a flower, and the woman had changed to a long sword shining with white light in her hand.

The man didn't look surprised, just sighed slightly, and said, "Hu'er will go to exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you." ”

"Fang Biqi, in front of me, you are always a junior, can't you be polite when you come in?"

Before the woman could reply, the man took another sip of wine, smacked his lips, and praised, "Good wine!

This barefoot woman known as Fang Biqi is at most seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face, a fair complexion, a pair of big eyes, and two shallow dimples, which are also refreshing and pleasant.

Thinkers

She was angry, but there was a smile in her eyes, and she said: "Jian Shixiu, since I am here, you are still eating and drinking endlessly, are you worried that you will be killed by my sword for a while, and you will be a starving ghost from now on?"

The man known as Jian Shixiu smiled faintly, slowly put down the wine in the cup, burped, and said: "Women can fight and kill, but don't shout and kill in their mouths, don't you know that the scenery is too bad?"

The woman pursed her thin lips, her slightly frowning eyebrows were like distant mountains misty in the drizzle, and then she slowly bent down and said, "Xichu Fang Biqi, come to bid farewell to Senior Brother Jian Shixiu." ”

After saying that, he got up, raised his sword and danced, and said as if no one was around: "I cultivate a killing sword and live in Hanshan for ten years." ”

With a "boom", the table and chairs in front of the man exploded, and sawdust flew sideways, and the sawdust flew sideways like sharp arrows, which suddenly pierced the walls and roof, and the rain drops were dripping down.

The sword came without warning, but the man seemed to be on guard, and he had already dodged and retreated, and his tall figure had a fluttering demeanor.

Looking at the broken house and the rain falling, the man raised his eyebrows. With this raised eyebrow, his entire face, along with the old shirt on his body, seemed to suddenly come alive, exuding an indescribable charm in an instant.

The man's fluttering figure walked through the sword rain, the rain did not stain his clothes, and a faint man's voice sounded in the sword rain: "Little girl, have you forgotten."

, the time I came to sprinkle three months ago, and the result was a feather return. ”

"Do you think that today, if you become such a person, you will be able to get a good deal?"

This voice is full of magnetism, with the unique charm of a mature man, and there is no hindrance in the rain of swords. The woman didn't say anything, and sang the day: "Living in the mountains and eating in the wind and dew, going out of the mountains to cut the stubborn!"

A sword exploded on the ground, rolling up the water droplets in the rain, and suddenly turned into a colorful light, and there seemed to be a small sword dancing in every drop of raindrops, and the killing intent that rushed to the sky suddenly enveloped the entire hut.

In the sound of "popping", the wine jars displayed in the house exploded one after another, the strong aroma of wine drifted in the rain curtain, and the sound of "fluttering" wings came from the back of the house, as if a pigeon flew up......

The man was a little surprised: "Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword? I can't imagine it, I can't imagine it, in just three months, you have actually returned to the void?"

"Is there such a benefit to colluding with that monster, no wonder there are so many people in this world who are determined to be ghosts!"

As the man spoke, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and with a "bang" sound, the long sword in his hand was unfurled, and he said: "Three thousand miles of wind and rain, smoke and rain change." ”

"Brush, brush, dangdang!" The air resounded with the sound of air bursting and the sonorous resonance of gold and iron.

The crumbling hut suddenly collapsed with a bang as if it had been fired by ten thousand arrows, and two figures rose in the slanting wind and drizzle with the light of the sword, and the tinkling sound of the sword startled the woman in the cloth on the other side of the river......

"Poof!" the man seemed to be careless, and was pierced through his left arm by the little woman's sword, and the blood splattered instantly reflected the surface of the river.

The woman's words were still soft, as if she was confessing her desire to the man she liked: "Senior Brother Jian, offended, do you understand, today is your death." ”

"Don't you think it's too late to send the pigeon letter at this time?"

The man's expression was indifferent: "What kind of pigeon letter did I send, the pigeon is the spirit bird of this heaven and earth, you destroyed my house, are they not allowed to find a new home?"

The woman "poofed", the purple light flashed in her eyes, and said: "Since the pigeon has returned, it can be regarded as you have arranged the future, so say goodbye to this wonderful world quietly!"

With a smile, the burst of sword light suddenly enveloped the man.

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