It was the first time she had come to Kyoto, and the first time she came, it was already dusk.

I don't see the scene of "flower street lights like day", but the spring is cold and the evening breeze is sluggish.

After falling for several hours, the rain finally got a little tired, and gradually showed some of the spring rain that it should look like, and became dripping. The sound of rain was ticking and splashing in puddles.

Qianyi walked lonely in the city, in the distance, three or two lights jumped in the dog barking from time to time, Yong'an City, immersed in the quiet gentleness.

Qian Yi turned a few corners, stepped on the empty stone street, and walked towards an ordinary courtyard, without hesitation, as if he had been familiar for a long time.

"Da, da. ”

Two knocks on the door, which were clearer than falling rain, entered the small courtyard, and soon there were footsteps inside.

"Who?"

It was an old woman's voice, but perhaps it had been washed too hard by the years, and it was already hoarse and indistinguishable.

Opening the door, Qianyi took out a letter from the bamboo basket, some broken silver, and then handed it over, saying two words:

"Letter from home. ”

The rain falls softly, and the wind is loud.

The courtyard was suddenly silent, so quiet that the sound of new sprouts from the begonia trees in the courtyard could be heard clearly, and the old woman was silent, and she could not take her eyes off the thin letter in the young man's hand.

"Wife, who's coming?"

After a while, the voice of an old man came from the room.

The old man walked out of the house with the lantern and saw his wife's standstill appearance, so he naturally saw the young man's family letter again, so he also calmed down, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground, bursting up a moment of fireworks, reflecting the trembling hands and trembling wrinkles of the two old men.

The young man smiled slightly, he came from the Longcheng Valley in the border pass, passed through twenty-four cities in thirty-seven days, and sent more than three thousand letters, many people saw the family letter, all of them looked like this, so he was not surprised, but there was a little warmth in his heart.

Qian Yi took advantage of the fact that the tears of the two old men had not yet wet the letter, put the family letter and broken silver in the hands of the two of them, and turned to leave.

In the night, the white clothes are fluttering, like the bright moon.

In the drizzle, the boy looked for another house.

......

For Yong'an City, this is destined to be a sleepless night, a young man with a bamboo basket on his back and a Yanling knife brought a letter from a hundred soldiers in Longcheng Valley at the border gate, the young man had no extra words, just knocked on the door and said two words.

The beacon fire is in the sky, the smoke of war is filled, and the preciousness of family letters is really indescribable for the people.

However, the young man who delivered the letter did not ask for a report, but sent some broken silver.

The elderly, women and children who received the letter from home waited until the young man's white clothes dissipated in the falling rain before he remembered that he had given the young man nothing but surprise and tears.

However, this is enough for Qianyi.

He was accustomed to seeing the scarlet sky at the border, and he was very happy when he walked in Kyoto and drenched in some light rain.

Although he often failed to work and rest on time during the thirty-seven days of sending the letter, and even affected his cultivation, it was the happiest day in his seventeen years. Even the smile that had been silent for thousands of days quietly bloomed a little at the corner of his mouth.

The night was getting deeper, and to be precise, it was already silent.

In the dim light, there are old people who can't sleep all night, women who sobbed softly, and children laugh brightly, a little bit, like stars, lighting up the sky over Yong'an City.

Qian Yi was still walking in the night, he was not tired, these distances were really nothing compared to the distance of ten days and ten nights in Baizhuan Mountain when he was four or five years old, so he walked a little comfortably, and even the light rain that could not fall on his body gradually sprinkled a little on his clothes.

He looked at the sky, and in the bamboo basket, there was a letter from home.

However, this time, it was not as smooth as before.

The two men who opened the door, twenty-six or seventeen, did not look like the person who opened the door before, with the sleepiness of just getting up from the bed, and the two of them had a vigilant look in their eyes - such a gaze has also been seen before, in the eyes of the soldiers who are keeping vigil at the border gate!

Qianyi's face was expressionless, but his eyes wrinkled slightly. When he left Longcheng Valley, he carried three thousand seven hundred and one family letters, and when each soldier handed over the family letters to him, they all roughly described the situation at home, although it was three thousand seven hundred and one, Qian also remembered it clearly. Therefore, he knew that the last letter to his family should be from a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, or an old man in his old age.

What's the deal with the two men who came out of the night watch?

Qianyi swept slightly, knowing that he was not wrong, and the appearance of the hut was indeed as the soldier said, but-

"Is there an old man and a child in this family?"

Qian Yi explained his meaning very directly, after walking through the twenty-four cities, he finally knew how to use honorifics, but from his mouth, it was cold and more like a question.

The two men were ragged, their hair was shaggy, their faces could not be seen clearly, and only four eyes reflected a few glimmers in the dark night, looking Qian Yi up and down, and there was an undisguised obscenity in their eyes.

Hearing Qian Yi ask this, the eyes of the two of them trembled obviously, and they looked at Qian Yi and Yi Yi again, and when they saw the Qiushui Yanling knife on Qian Yi's waist, the two of them shrank their eyes and immediately shook their heads: "I don't know." ”

But although Qianye has entered the WTO shallowly, how can such an obvious lie deceive him.

But since the other party has something to hide, he will definitely not sue himself lightly, and since he does not sue himself, he has to find out in person.

So Qianye stopped talking nonsense and went straight forward.

Seeing Qianyi's intentions, two men dressed as beggars immediately stopped him, and were about to scold, but suddenly realized that he had soared into the clouds.

Rumble!

With a bang, the two men flew upside down and fell to the ground, as fast as if they hadn't moved forward at all, and they had just flown upside down.

Qian Yi didn't look at the two of them, he walked through the courtyard and walked to the middle hall.

Hearing a strange noise at the door, the people in the middle hall had already noticed that something was wrong, and rushed out six or seven big men with a hula, holding a sharp blade to surround Qianyi.

Looking at everyone's fierce and vicious appearances, Qianye frowned.

Obviously, something is wrong with this house.

But Qian Yi frowned not because he was worried about his condition, he was worried about the safety of the old man and the little girl who should have been in this house.

He didn't have much time to think, and Chiya had always been impatient with many things, so he was ready to draw his sword.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the middle hall, dressed in animal clothes, powerful, with a thick beard on his face, but also a little sloppy in the middle hall, walked to the middle hall, did not look at Qianyi, sat on a tiger skin chair with a golden knife, dusted off a little invisible dust on his body, and then his eyes fell on Qianyi.

saw the knife on Qianyi's waist, and saw Qianyi's cold look.

Boss Yan was happy.

He assassinated the nobles in the palace, and was seriously injured after failure, in order not to attract attention, he ordered a group of beggars to find a quiet place for himself, so he found this place where only a twelve-year-old child lived, and quietly recuperated for a month, and his injuries were healed, and he was thinking about making a comeback, but tonight, suddenly broke into a young man in white.

At first, Elder Yan was shocked, thinking that his whereabouts had been revealed and was discovered, but later his divine consciousness was released, and after a look, he found that he was a young man who had no cultivation at all!

A mortal looking for the stubble of a monk, and it is the stubble of a profound monk like him, although he has not recovered from his serious injuries, it is still enough to laugh off his big teeth!

He didn't have any more palpitations, and sat leisurely on the big chair, thinking that this idle day was finally a little fun, and he had to think carefully about how to make this idiot boy die slowly.

Half-tilted, Boss Yan raised his chin with his hand, looking at Qianyi like a rabbit playfully looking at a Crouching Tiger, without thinking about it, he waved his hand: "Hit first!"

The beggars received the order and rushed forward with a strange scream.

Taking advantage of this free time, Boss Yan came up with an opening statement:

"It's true that there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way in the dark and you come here! boy, if you kneel down and call me nine hundred times...... Ahh

The voice suddenly stopped!

The rumbling sound of the chair shattering, accompanied by the screams of Boss Yan and a group of beggars, exploded, almost squeezing through the old courtyard!

Just when Yan Lao Da let out a big word, and a beggar pounced on him with his teeth and claws, Qianyi pulled out the Yanling knife and slashed it!

Boss Yan was like an ant that had no resistance in front of the rabbit, and was directly slashed out, a shocking wound lay across his chest, and blood flowed all over the ground!

On the wall of the middle hall, Boss Yan watched the blood run out without money, but he couldn't heal, and he was so shocked that his soul was shocked, and he almost lost his incontinence.

He is one hundred and twenty-seven years old this year, he has been cultivating for more than a hundred years, and he is a first-order cultivator in the Heavenly Realm, although he is not a master, but compared to the younger generation, he is definitely enough to crush it, so he can't detect Qianyi's cultivation, and subconsciously thinks that the latter is a mortal, but he didn't expect that he was directly nailed to the wall without even seeing how the other party made a move!

This kind of means is simply unprecedented!

Boss Yan didn't have time to think about it, it was useless to think too much, he knew that saving his life at this time was the most important thing, so he didn't say the word "grandpa" before, and it became the beginning of the next sentence without any stagnation:

"Grandpa!

Qian Yi quietly looked at Boss Yan's frightened expression, and said quietly:

"Give me a reason not to kill you. ”