Outside Chang'an City in spring, it is still deserted and lonely, and the arrival of spring has not made the cold temperature have any warming, on the contrary, it is colder. In addition, at night, the sky was raining again, and in this cold spring night, the sky not only quickly darkened, but it was deep and deep.

From a distance, Chang'an City is like a giant beast lying in the night, facing the night, silently. No matter the temperature or the rain, it could leave any traces on it, and it was there, silently watching everything flow.

It was dark early, and because of the low temperature, it was already dark inside and outside the city. At the end of the day, people hid under the covers early, and at the same time secretly prayed that the cold rain would disappear at dawn the next day.

At the head of the city, the fire was dim, and only a little light and shadow could be seen. The soldiers guarding this place were even more invisible, and in the darkness of the night, they were completely swallowed up.

The city is prosperous, as the capital of the Western Han Dynasty, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, Chang'an City is extremely prosperous. Even now, Chang'an is one of the largest cities in the world, on a par with Luoyang City, and the difference is only the transfer of the political center of the world.

There are many dwellings in Chang'an City, and the same is true outside the city, far away from the city wall, around which their own fang markets are formed. Luoyang City is not easy to live in, and the same is true of Chang'an City, many people who do not have housing in the city, or do not have the conditions to live in Chang'an City, will choose to live outside the city. It is actually no different from the residents of Chang'an City in the city, the only drawback is that you need to get up early every day and walk a long way. This small problem is better solved than money.

Now these markets outside the city are also dark and gloomy, and there is no sound at all. No one chooses to go out during this time period, like the torment of coming out of the warm quilt on a cold morning, what is out of reach of the hand is the other side, and the outside of the bed is far away, but at that time there is still a rice bowl urging you to get out of that warm place. But at night, you don't have to work for your livelihood, let alone go out so late at night, not only the cold is welcome, but there are also some unknowable dangers.

There are many densely populated houses, but they always follow a boundary, that is, they will never block the road to the city gate. In addition, there are many houses scattered in other places, and the paths constructed between the houses and the areas of the houses are not included.

In the darkness, someone stood in the wind, holding a paper umbrella in his hand. He was alone on the empty avenue, facing the endless darkness and the ubiquitous cold.

The ice and rain on his face slapped on his face from time to time, and the hem of the robe he was wearing was even more fluttering and rolling by the wind. The wind and rain were eroding him everywhere, trying to make his body tremble and make him surrender to this cold night.

But he just stood, motionless, his back straight. His face was indifferent, without a trace of expression, pursed his lips, and let the cold sweep away, but he never said anything.

Yun Xian was waiting, waiting in the dark, and this kind of waiting had not appeared for a long time. There was no sense of anxiety in his heart, incomparably calm, alone here, surrounded by darkness, and a sense of loneliness everywhere.

The rain was pouring down in front of him, and from time to time muddy water splashed, leaving stains on his boots. Yun Xian's gaze was not disturbed, his boots were already dirty, and walking in such a rainy night was a purgatory that his boots had to go through.

The whole road, the tamped soil, was also hit by the rain, and there were potholes. Gradually, as time passed, these potholes turned into small puddles, and then expanded into puddles, and the yellow-brown muddy water in them was now everywhere on the road.

The road he is standing on now is not the road leading to Chang'an City, but a road outside Chang'an City that connects east and west. This must pass, but at this time, there was no one at all, allowing Yun Xian to stand in the center of the road.

In this weather, those merchants will not choose to walk at night, let alone in such a dense rain curtain and night.

Yun Xian looked at the equipment bar boredly, which showed that the durability of the equipped cowhide boots had dropped by three points, this was the rain, and the muddy water on the ground brought him the only damage. Otherwise, Yun Xian raised his eyes, and the mist in front of him was filled, floating, caressing his face.

The rain curtain in front of me has become thicker, and the sound of rain is denser and heavier. Heavy dripping down the puddles of water sent a clear echo, and in an instant, more of the same sound rang out together. There was almost no stop, and every moment, in an instant, thousands of raindrops fell together, and the sound of slapping the water, the ground, and the trees and bushes together became the only sound that filled the heavens and the earth now.

All superfluous noises were muffled by this.

This is a piece of music, and in his spare time, Yun Xian will think like this and listen to it. At this moment, it has become an obstacle, at least in the current environment, it has become very difficult for him to hear the voice he wants to hear, very difficult.

Fortunately, it is like this for him and for others.

All the scenery was also under the lapping of the rain, and the traces were hidden. In the real darkness, there is no light at all, and even if there is, the light cannot be transmitted in this environment, and it will be swallowed up at a long distance.

Yun Xian's gaze was blocked by the rain curtain, and he could only see about twenty meters away, and those black raindrops were constantly encroaching on the area he could see.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the night kills people. The night is very dark, very dark, not only the night, but also the rain, which is also obscuring everything that can leak out the darkness.

The wind is not strong, and a little wind blows from time to time, but it comes with rain and beats on the body, and it is cold.

It's a good night to kill, and it's easy to kill your target by launching a surprise attack while it's raining. At the same time, you can also leave at night, and the bloodstains and traces after that do not need to be cleaned up, and the rain will naturally wash it away.

Again, it's a good day to be killed. If you can't kill someone, you will naturally be killed by others and counter-killed.

Yun Xian knew very well who he was going to face, and he was also prepared, ready to kill or be killed. Of course, he was more inclined to the latter possibility, even if he wasn't alone this time. But he is not afraid, it may just be possible, what really decides is his own fists!

He is holding an umbrella in one hand, and in the other hand, the five fingers of his palm are making all kinds of jaw-dropping movements irregularly.

Both hands were covered with a glove, which completely concealed one of his hands from the cold weather. Similarly, Yun Xian's body is not as simple as it seems, under the robe covered outside, there are cotton clothes and pants to protect his body from the cold. Coupled with his physique, he was now distinguished from the cold environment outside. It was the warmth and fiery heat of his body.

He's really prepared, and if he were a different player, he might not be as well prepared as he would be in this environment. In fact, if it weren't for these necessary warm clothes, when Yun Xian faced the upcoming battle, after the battle, the strength he could exert might only be seventy percent of the total victory.

This is already a terrible statistic, and if you have thirty percent of your strength, it will be lost in the fight against the cold. This was enough for him to buy a life-and-death fight, to be defeated by the enemy, to be killed.

Even if he is well prepared, Yun Xian has to move around from time to time, replace the hand holding the umbrella with one, and keep the five fingers of both hands moving for a period of time. Not only is it because he wants to keep his body in the best condition, but also because his hands are itchy.

The fighting spirit that comes from the bones is burning, and that is for that opponent! Such a powerful enemy will really make his hands itch, and he can't stop wanting to defeat and tear it apart!

On the other side of the road, to the west, a tea stall facing the road is still in business at this moment. The faint flame of the candle flickered and flickered, and seemed to be ready to go out at any moment. Compared to the darkness not far away, it was too insignificant, but in this environment, the light seemed more and more eerie.

It's so late, and no one is still running the tea stall, because no one will come to drink.

But in the tea stall, there was only one customer, and he was the only one, and there was no trace of the boss. I could only see that the guest's shadow was stretched under the reflection of the candle flame, and then drifted as the candle flame was driven by the wind, becoming blurred and distorted.

The rain was beating against the tarpaulin, the sound became more and more dull, and the whole tea shed was now a land of Ze, just like outside, it was raining. The rain dripped through the tarpaulin, falling on the empty tables and chairs, on the ground.

"Click, click, click."

The water was dripping from Lin Doujiu's face, dripping into the teacup that had been empty for a long time, and it was soon full, and some splashed out of the cup, turning into a few small pieces in front of his eyes. The speed of the dripping water also became more and more rapid and faster, and the table top was visibly stained with a layer of water.

The teapot was empty, the teacup was empty, but he still didn't care. Next to the bench where he was sitting, the sword was there, in a position that could be touched at hand.

Looking at the flickering candle flame, Lin Doujiu's face sank. He was also waiting, and waiting was not important for a swordsman, but it was necessary. All the edges are hidden, waiting only for that moment, only the moment of instant bloom.

He didn't know when the enemy would come, or if he would come, but he was still waiting.

Today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe he will never come. For Lin Doujiu, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he waited, and that's good.

The waiting time actually passed quickly, and it was not boring, because Lin Doujiu had already changed several candles. He was observing the candle, looking at the beating flame in the center of the candle, and the color of his eyes was constantly changing with the dimming and grandeur of the candle flame.

It's actually funny, isn't it? Many times when there is no fun, it is even more necessary to find the happiness that needs to be found, and Lin Doujiu is doing such a thing now.

A drop of water fell from above, and when it was about to touch the flame front and hit the flame core downward, a finger pointed out and knocked the water droplet away.

Looking at the overwhelmed tarpaulin above, Lin Doujiu didn't know how long it could be supported here, how long it could be supported, and how long he could stay. He didn't want to walk into the rain with an umbrella, then he could only play with the sword and play with the rain, and he couldn't be as comfortable as he was now.

The long sword on the bench next to him was not the one Lin Doujiu had held at the beginning, it was just an ordinary long sword, very ordinary. The only advantage is that it is really ordinary, not those crude iron swords, it has the sharpness that it should have.

Before the battle, Lin Doujiu knew that his heart had already been defeated. A heart that belongs to a swordsman, defeated.

He was afraid, and after fear, and fear of death, the suspension scissors would be lost and gained by others. It was this fear that made him take this ordinary iron sword. So, before it started, he lost, and he lost very completely.

The pride of the swordsman, the sharpness of the swordsman, all disappeared when that decision was made. Now he has this sword next to him, but it is the same as if he doesn't have it, he has "no sword" in his heart, and if he has a sword in his hand, it becomes the same as if he doesn't have a sword.

There is really no sword in the heart, because the swordsman no longer has the concept of a sword in his heart, everything is a sword, and everything can be a sword. There was no difference between having a sword in his hand and not having a sword by that time, because the sword was shining brightly where he had a tentacle.

It sounds a little fantasy, but there is also some truth, at least when dealing with most enemies, the swordsman who reaches that realm is the same as killing with or without a sword. As for the competition between masters, in order to fight for the first line, a good sword is very important for a swordsman.

Lin Doujiu didn't bring hanging scissors, which was equivalent to scrapping an arm.

"Fear, a swordsman, should he be afraid?" Lin Doujiu stood up and smiled lowly. I can't figure it out and I figure it out, it's electric and flint, and Huo Ran is cheerful.

Picked up the iron sword next to him, put it on his waist, picked up the umbrella leaning on the table, opened it, and walked towards the outside of the tea shed. The hanging scissors were actually there all along, standing in the open space outside the tea shed, and Lin Doujiu hadn't decided whether to take it with him or not.

Now he decided, belt. He only fights for a line, and the hanging cut line is such a line, and those who use the sword should be fearless and invincible. There is no need to hesitate in my heart, it is very easy to lose the sword in my hand and get it back.

I lost the sword in my heart, and I was angry in my heart, and I wanted to get it back, it was difficult!

(End of chapter)