The next day, a heavy rain fell and raindrops the size of beans fell on the land of Shendu. Outside the city gate, a figure, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, slowly followed the crowd into the divine capital.

The man was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, and although it was not shabby, it gave the impression of being very poor. The middle-aged man held an umbrella and hurried towards the green hill in the forest step by step.

The torrential rain disturbed the quiet atmosphere in the pavilion and disturbed the calm ripples on the lake.

Han Qing looked at the rainstorm, his eyes were distracted, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in some kind of memory.

Just when the middle-aged man with an umbrella entered the divine capital, Nian Zhiyu, who had been closing his eyes, quietly opened his eyes. When Han Qing came back to his senses, he saw Nian Zhiyu's blooming smile.

Last night, when he broke his oath and entered the sacred, she never opened her eyes, and it was also last night, when Xun Mei woke up from her heart barrier and touched the threshold of the sacred realm, she never opened her eyes.

But now, Zhiyu not only opened his eyes, but also showed a smile that was enough to make people fall in love, if they hadn't had a life-and-death battle, Han Qing might have been fascinated by her smile.

Although they are enemies of life and death, this does not prevent Han Qing from being curious about her, or the reason behind her smile. He wanted to know who it was that could inspire her to fight.

It's just that this curiosity didn't last long, and as the middle-aged man with an umbrella came to the gate of Tianshu Mausoleum, Han Qing finally knew the reason.

It was also at this time that Nian Zhiyu rarely spoke out again.

"Judge yourself."

Han Qing looked at the girl's extremely casual face, and said angrily: "It's so in a hurry"

The girl didn't look sideways, and the pair of eyes that exuded eagerness never even moved half a point. Seeing this, Han Qing slowly raised the iron sword in his hand.

The girl frowned, feeling the knife intent outside the door, and then looked back at the sweat green.

It's just that when he looked back, the pair of eyes full of excitement regained their calm again.

Such a huge change naturally fell into Han Qing's eyes, and he didn't say much, although there was a lot of anger in his heart, he didn't say it. Because, when he or she dies, those anger will automatically dissipate.

Khan Qing's sword was raised, and under the girl's gaze, the rusty iron sword quickly stabbed towards the girl.

With the iron sword coming out, the raindrops that were originally falling sharply turned into hot air in the sky above the Tianshu Tomb, and the hot gas gathered but did not disperse, and gradually turned into mist as the rain did not stop.

There was more and more mist, and the mausoleum guards in the Tianshu Mausoleum closed their eyes and held their breath, and immediately mobilized the true yuan in their bodies to expel the mist surrounding them.

Xun Mei, who was packing her luggage, frowned and looked at the small lake through the mist. The surface of the lake, which was supposed to be calm as the raindrops disappeared, continued to roll up at this time.

I don't know how deep the small lake, there are countless bubbles, rising from the bottom of the lake. Huge blisters poured up on the water's surface.

The water bubbles out of the water, but instead of disappearing, they continue to swallow the surrounding bubbles.

In just two breaths, the bubble the size of a wine cup swallowed many of its kind, and finally turned into a bubble large enough to envelop the entire lake.

The surface of the huge bubble looks colorless, crisp enough to shatter at the touch of a button, but it is solid.

The sword light that appeared from time to time in the bubble was unexpectedly unable to move a single bit.

The rain became more and more intense, and the continuous rain made Xun Mei have to suspect that someone had lifted the waterfall next to the small lake into the sky. The rain became thicker and thicker, and finally countless raindrops joined into a curtain of water, turning into Yinchuan, surging and roaring and falling on the blister.

At the time of the formation of the water curtain, the dull blister actually emitted a faint blue light. And under the dazzling green light, the surface of the blister actually generates a picture.

Xun Mei twisted his eyebrows, under the mist, he had reached the limit of his eyesight, and if he wanted to see the scene on the surface of the bubbles, he had to close his eyes and perceive it with his mind.

He wasn't really interested in the battle between the two, he wanted to pack up his salute as soon as possible and walk out of the Heavenly Book Tomb.

But when he glanced at the battlefield, he could no longer hold back the desire in his heart, and now he used his divine thoughts to look at it.

It's just that when Shennian came to the huge blister, what he saw was not what he wanted to see.

Xun Mei thought that he could learn about the life of the first god general from the blister, but he never thought that when he really came close, what he saw was a picture of déjà vu.

At the age of twelve, he lost to that man.

At the age of thirteen, he lost to that man again.

At the age of fourteen, he lost to that man again.

In the woods outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, the rain gradually decreased, and the middle-aged man with an umbrella leaning on the locust tree looked up at the wide and tall façade of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Bang la blah

A cool breeze from the south, not too big or small, took away the depression after the rain and brought a burst of comfort. The middle-aged man put away the broken umbrella and looked at the suddenly withered locust leaves.

In the fluttering of the fallen leaves, there seemed to be countless extremely small holes, and these holes were very round, as if they had been penetrated by people with true elements. The fallen leaves, which were very badly damaged, retained the perfect contours of the veins.

Mao Qiuyu came closer, raised his hand to take a fallen leaf, looked at the middle-aged man under the locust tree, and said with a slightly complicated expression: "I didn't expect that you would come here to pick him up." ”

The middle-aged man looked a little younger, but there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows, the coarse cloth clothes were very clean, and the long black hair was also tied very high.

It's just that he is dressed in this picture, but he always gives people a shabby feeling, just like the son of a proud businessman, after being an account-scorer for several years because of the backwardness of his family, he is shabby at the same time, but he strives to maintain the noble habits of the past.

He was quite cold, and did not answer Mao Qiuyu's words out of voice. And Mao Qiuyu seemed to have already guessed this scene, so he just sighed, shook his head, and stood under the locust tree with the middle-aged man, looking at the Tianshu Mausoleum from afar.

In the Tianshu Mausoleum, Xun Mei once again witnessed himself being won 127 games by the settling gentleman, and at this moment, his heart was extremely complicated. He originally planned to leave the mausoleum today, but he was forced by the bloody picture to escape.

Xun Mei glanced at the dissipated clouds, looked at the new sun rising again in the sky, and under the slightly warm light, the huge bubble slowly turned into countless bubbles.

As the cool breeze hit, the bubbles suddenly burst. Xun Mei looked at the bubbles that burst together, and suddenly showed a smile that seemed to be self-deprecating.

"Wang Po, your life is indeed very hard, but Lao Tzu's life is even harder."

Leaving these words, Xun Mei continued to pack her luggage, the small lake behind the Shinto returned to its previous calm, and the pavilion fell into a dead silence again, except for the occasional smell of blood, everything seemed to be the same.

Nian Zhiyu strode towards the gate from the Shinto, she had always been very casual, so casual that she didn't even want to take a shortcut from the Shinto.

But after the battle, she left in a hurry. I was so anxious that I didn't hesitate to risk being hung up by the Holy Queen, and I had to go down from Shinto.

She was so anxious, of course, she wanted to see the middle-aged man outside the door sooner, the top of the list who had been a bookkeeper for the Tang family for three years.

For Nian Zhiyu, that middle-aged man had always been her target, but this goal was far away from her, so far away that even though she had been an assassin for several years, she had never had the opportunity to meet him.

Since entering Mingde Academy, Nian Zhiyu has been trying to pull out the gun, but she has experienced many failures, and every failure, she remembers it in her heart.

Even if it has been a long time since this incident, the memory in Nian Zhiyu's mind is still extremely clear. She will never forget those failures, let alone that success.

Of course, her success has nothing to do with the middle-aged man under the locust tree, but after her success, her most respected teacher asked her to challenge the middle-aged man.

This was a big blow to Nian Zhiyu, who had already entered the sacred at that time.

After all, a Saint Realm cultivator, in the eyes of the teacher, actually needs to challenge him who has never entered the Holy Realm, which undoubtedly shows from the side that her strength and her Dao are not as good as the middle-aged man who has been a bookkeeper for three years.

As a rare peerless genius in the world, Nian Zhiyu is naturally an extremely proud person, and she is proud, even when facing the Holy Queen Niangniang, she does not want to fall into disadvantage, let alone a middle-aged person.

When traveling abroad in the past, Nian Zhiyu naturally looked for a middle-aged man, but it was no coincidence that every time she came, the middle-aged man was not there. So far, she has searched for him more than a hundred times, but she has never met him once.

Now with the departure of Xunmei from the Mausoleum, Zhiyu has finally found an opportunity to compete with him, how can this make people anxious.

After Zhiyu got out of the Shinto, Xun Mei had already opened the gate of the Tianshu Mausoleum and went out of the mausoleum.

And the middle-aged man under the locust tree, after seeing Xun Mei out of the mausoleum, turned around and left without looking back.

Xun Mei, who had a complicated face, suddenly became extremely exciting after seeing this situation. Mao Qiuyu, who was waiting for Xun Mei on the side, couldn't help but smile when he saw this situation.

"Senior brother, he has been waiting for you for a long time."

Xun Mei snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't need him to wait for me." ”

Thinking that after Wang Po saw him, he left quickly as if he had seen an unlucky ghost, Xun Mei shouted to the forest where there was no one in sight: "Wang Po, I will definitely win you once." ”

In the depths of the forest, the middle-aged man looked at the girl standing in front of him, and couldn't help frowning slightly. When she saw the girl's face clearly, her face was like stagnant water, revealing a smile that was even more ugly than crying.

"Miss, why are you also in Shendu?"

When the girl heard this sentence, she couldn't help frowning, she looked at the ugly smile, and after hesitating, she said: "Uncle Wang, since you have come to the Shendu, why are you in such a hurry?"

Wang Po tugged at the corners of his mouth, watched the girl take out the plum blossom gun made by the Tang family, and silently took a step back.

"Miss, the big court test in a few months is coming, I need to rush back to Huaiyuan early."

Zhiyu smiled, smiling very heartily, but the spear in his hand did not say hello, and took the lead in stabbing towards Wang.

Wang Po saw the cold front on the spear, hesitated, and did not pull out the big knife, but quietly waited for the spear to arrive.

Seeing this situation, Nian Zhiyu was ruthless, the spear in his hand did not stop because Wang Po couldn't make a move, the slender fingers firmly held the barrel of the gun, and the spear turned into a long dragon at this moment, and the dragon's head rushed to Wang Po's chest.

ps: Today's second shift is over.