Lu Xia sat at the door of the martial arts hall, wearing a robe, and he didn't look like a serious hall owner.

Of course, he never thought of himself as a hall owner, so he went for a drink in the afternoon, wearing straw sandals, and the humidity was heavy. At this moment, the straw sandals were thrown down the bottom steps. Lu Xia sat on the top steps, crossed Erlang's legs and buckled his toes.

Even if he is a janitor, he is sloppy like this, sitting at the door of the martial arts hall, he is quite responsive. However, no one dared to point a finger, and in the entire martial arts hall, from the deacon martial artist to the disciple apprentice, there was no one who did not respect the old hall master.

He was the night watchman.

For more than 20 years, it has been like this. Not a single night was spent in bed. It's a promise, a promise to brothers. As long as he lives for one day, he will watch the door of the martial arts hall for one day.

More than 20 years have passed, rain or shine.

The white boots fell to the ground, and the slightly wet clothes seemed to dislike the old man's robe, and moved a step to the side.

"It's a pity, it's not a vigil, Lao Tzu also wants to gamble. Fox face, did you succeed?"

"If you succeed, you won't come. Foxface sneered, "Although you old man is quite annoying, you still have some credibility." After watching the night for twenty years, Lei Da did not move. ”

Lu Xia picked his toes, patted the straw sandals on the steps, and shook the water away, "You can't cool the hearts of my brothers, the brother who blocked the knife for me twenty years ago said so before he died." It seemed that there was some sadness in the scene, and Lu Xia was silent for a moment, "Has Mo Xiaochen gone?"

"The martial artist under the door has gone. ”

Lu Xia put on straw sandals and waited for the fox face to continue.

"The sword was cut off. The man didn't use a trace of Yuan Force, I ...... Didn't shoot. ”

The shoe-wearing hand paused for a moment. The rain was not heavy, and this coat did not do much of a difference. The wind blows. Lu Xia's face was wet, and his beard looked like frost.

"You say. Could he be the one from Fengcheng?" Lu Xia was still sitting on the steps, with no intention of getting up. This speculation is a bit nonsensical, just a conjecture by Lu Xia.

The fox-faced scimitar is tucked under his clothes.

"Does this have anything to do with us?" Foxface chuckled, "If one can kill Mu Ben and easily break the Spirit Rhino Sword, some Mo Xiaochen will have a headache." ”

"Then let him have a headache. Lu Xia smacked his lips, "It's just a pity that the seven-colored original copper, it is estimated that Tiannanzong will receive the news tomorrow." When the time comes, this Peicheng may be doing business again. I'm still a little wine. The brothers in the hall can go back and forth a few more times on the little girl's belly in the hook bar. ”

The rain didn't stop, and it was a little laborious to speak, Lu Xia squinted and glanced over, and said: "Fox face, you said that you are not too young, you look so handsome, even the little lady is embarrassed to see you, do you say that you can still find a wife? Don't always think about practicing knives, Lao Tzu thought about fighting with his brothers when he was young." When I got older, I couldn't even find a hot kang head. Also, if you squat at the door like me, it doesn't make much use to ask for a hot kang head. Feed. Foxface, can you die if you say a word?"

The fox's face was solemn, and he looked at the man under the rain waterfall with burning eyes.

The rain curtain covers the eyes. In the paleness, a dog followed a man. Passing by at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

The fox face subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and looked at the man and dog who were doing nothing.

Lu Xia glanced at a man and a donkey looming in the night. I didn't even have any desire to do it. The two seemed to be watching a man and a dog.

The big black dog's pace was a little slow, mainly because he was eating, and he was thinking in pieces, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with coming out in the middle of the night to get drenched in the rain. He casually glanced at Lu Xia and the fox face who were sitting and standing at the door, and said blindly: "Cowardice." ”

Lu Xia was silent, and the fox face did not move.

Fifty steps.

The fox-faced hand holding the knife was already sweating, and his body still didn't move.

The torrential rain was like a note, and Lu Xia's breath became a little rapid, and it seemed that a martial arts hall behind him could not give him full confidence.

Forty steps.

The sound of falling rain is vaguely audible. The fox-faced thumb had already pushed the knife out of the sheath by half an inch, his thin lips opened slightly, and he murmured, and his voice was a little low, "Twenty steps." ”

Lu Xia felt the oppression of the mountain rain coming, and this fear made him unable to sit indifferently anymore.

The raindrops are crossed, the whiskers are falling, the fox's face is stunned, the scimitar is out of the sheath, and the double knife and jade face are smiling!

Lin Qin continued to walk, as steady as Mount Tai, but he exuded a sense of slaughter, a domineering emperor!

The beard of the old man fell in mid-air, and the raindrops were cut in two again.

The fox face looked at Lin Qin, who was still coming, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out the second scimitar.

His momentum was re-energized with the withdrawal of the second scimitar.

The raindrops hit his fair face, wetting his sideburns, and adding a bit of morbid beauty, I felt pity. The scimitar was crossed, the fox face turned sideways, and his right foot stepped forward slightly, constantly changing direction as Lin Qin moved.

The main street runs from west to east, and the martial arts hall faces south.

Lin Qin finally passed through the center of the main entrance of the Luxia Martial Arts Hall, which was a distance of twenty steps. The rain was pouring down, and the fox face's clothes were dripping with water. The sense of coercion that was as if there was nothing became stronger. The line of sight was slightly clearer, and the fox face finally saw the silhouette clearly. The tip of the knife pointed at Lin Qin, waiting for an opportunity.

Why? Why did the man's breath become so majestic and thick? The fox face did not dare to move, and the tip of the knife had already parted unconsciously. He gave up his shot.

In the face of fear and the unknown, people are always reluctant to bury their hearts, and the knife is the best means for the fox face to express his heart. The clothes on Lu Xia's body were torn, torn for no reason, like the remnants of flowers and leaves in late autumn, and when the time came, it would fall in a row.

Lin Qin looked sideways at Lu Xia and the fox face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xia and the fox face subconsciously looked away, not wanting to see Lin Qin's face.

Both of them became breathless, their faces turned pale, and they seemed to have a pair of large hands, which weighed them down. Heart palpitations, easy to whims, and then turn into a plopping sound.

Lin Qin smiled, and gradually disappeared, like a magic sound, lingering in his ears for a long time.

The coercion gradually dissipated, Lu Xia and Fox Face glanced at each other, and they both saw the panic in each other's eyes, so they were silent for a long time, as if they wanted to calm down before they could speak.

This kind of coercion is definitely not on the yuan force, but a natural momentum. People are small after all. Facing the sky, facing the Tao, nature is in awe. The so-called going against the sky is absurd after all.

This kind of spiritual coercion is the most terrifying, so terrible that you obviously want to make a move, but your hands and feet don't listen to your own call.

"Looks like I'm underestimating him. The knife in the fox's hand was attached to his clothes, the tip of the knife drooped, and the hand holding the knife trembled unobservedly, "What kind of person is this?"

Lu Xia straightened his scattered clothes, like a stripped old rooster, and his lips squirmed, "Extraordinary people." ”

It doesn't seem like a sloppy old man like him said this, and yes, how could he say such a crepe thing. Foxface was silent for a moment, then tucked the knife into its sheath.

"Out of the sheath without the knife, for the first time. Foxface muttered.

Lu Xia's face was still a little pale, "Too young." After that, it's good to get used to it. If you had just taken the knife, you would probably be two corpses on the steps right now. ”

However, Foxface didn't seem to think it was a blessing. He asked slowly, "Do you want to report to the Tiannan Sect?"

"Hehe, Mo Xiaochen is estimated to have gone. ”

"Is there still a vigil?"

Lu Xia leaned on the threshold a little weakly and muttered, "Thunder can't move." (To be continued.) )