Chapter 164 is the time for good wine

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Another gust of rain blew out of the sleeves of the middle-aged man who came from the rain, and the rain dissolved the heaviness of the mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It also resolved the tense atmosphere between Yin Huai and the young man who came from nowhere.

It rained heavily.

But neither the middle-aged man nor the young man had a wet place, and not a single drop of the rain seemed to have touched them, perhaps because they could not be wet.

Only Yin Huai stood wet in the rain alone, and his clothes, which were already completely soaked, were now even wetter, but Yin Huai didn't care about what was on his body at all, just about what was in front of him.

The thing in front of you is the two people in front of you.

There was no rain on the face of the young man without the slightest expression, and there was still no expression on his face, but the look in his eyes changed slightly.

Sarcasm, but also vigilant.

The ridicule is for Yin Huai, but the vigilance is for the middle-aged man.

Yin Huai couldn't see the middle-aged man's expression, because a flower, a paper flower, and a flower umbrella suddenly bloomed in the rain.

The flower umbrella covered Yin Huai's eyes, and Yin Huai could see the fine petals on the paper flower umbrella, as well as the white and tender little hand holding the paper flower umbrella.

It's the delicate woman.

The small rain drops fell on the flower umbrella, and the little girl grabbed the corner of Yin Huai's clothes, and pulled him under the umbrella in annoyance, and then wanted to walk in the direction of the gate.

Still complaining as we walked.

"You said you, what are you fighting with that guy who is going to die, that's a cultivator, it's not something that a guy like you who only relies on a youthful spirit can deal with, don't go over there with me to change your clothes, you see that your clothes are wet, the master is really ......"

The little girl babbled a lot, but the voice in front was very low, and the voice in the back was getting higher and higher, the front was unwilling to let the guy who was going to die in her mouth not hear it, and the back was to let the general master hear her complaints.

Such a sentence was cut in two by the little girl, but it did not violate the harmony.

I just don't know if the middle-aged old man heard the little girl's complaint, and the sound of small conversations came from outside the umbrella.

"Brother, look ......"

Yin Huai was half-pulled out of the courtyard by the little girl, but outside the courtyard was a larger courtyard.

The fragrant wind was blowing around her, and the little girl was no longer in the umbrella, jumping into the rain, and she didn't care about the rain on her body at all, because she didn't need to care.

Only then did Yin Huai see the appearance of the so-called little girl.

It wasn't a little girl, but it was a big girl, even a woman.

But even if she is not the age of cardamom, she is still a beautiful woman who captivates the country and the city.

The years have only added a little familiarity to her charm, and she is a good lord of the city.

It's just that the woman still speaks like a little girl, crisp and even a little ethereal.

The beautiful woman stood in the rain, without a wet spot on her body, laughed, walked into another room by herself, and motioned for Yin Huai to follow her.

Yin Huai didn't move, because he still wanted to get back his knife, and then go find another real little girl.

The flower umbrella in the rain spun in circles.

Yin Huai saw that the middle-aged man took the knife that could not be called a knife from the young man's hand, and then, the young man's gaze bypassed the middle-aged man and fell on him.

Yin Huai was a little uncomfortable by the cold gaze.

Somewhere on his body moved slightly, a divine light bloomed in his eyes, and with the opening of a gate somewhere in his body, only this time there was no mountain pressing again, only a clear sound came from behind him.

Yin Huai was knocked unconscious from behind.

There was another beautiful woman's face under the umbrella, and she looked at the young man and smiled.

“......”

The middle-aged young master in the rain turned around, completely covering the young man's gaze, and he didn't know what to say, but the young man didn't look at it again, drooped his shoulders, walked out of the courtyard, and disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

The middle-aged man looked at the wind and rain and thought for a long time.

Until his eyes were obscured by a petal.

"Who are the boys and the desolate girls?"

Needless to say, naturally the beautiful woman who spoke like a little girl asked such a question, and although her voice was still the same as that of a little girl, her tone finally had the appearance of a beautiful woman.

The middle-aged general smiled and didn't say anything, just wanted to gently take the flower umbrella in the beautiful woman's hand, but was rejected by the woman, the middle-aged general didn't insist, and still didn't say anything, just walked outside the courtyard, stopped and stopped, and still carried the knife that he regarded as an ominous knife in his arms.

Is it the knife that is ominous, or is it the boy with the knife?

The drooping young man felt nothing, and knew nothing.

The teenager is just an ordinary teenager, he should practice for a few days, and there seem to be some traces of true yuan in his body, but it is not deep, and it is not even as good as the teenager who has just entered the child.

As for the knife, it was an ordinary knife that could not be more ordinary, and it was not even as sharp as the kitchen knife in the general blacksmith shop where he came from.

So what's ominous?

This is perhaps known only to the general.

But the young man was convinced that there would always be someone who knew better, even more than the middle-aged general, and that was the person he admired the most.

It's just a pity that the man didn't know what happened here, that person was far away from here, far away at the foot of the imperial city, and this was only a corner of the northwest of An, so he had to tell that person now.

A black bird flew up in a corner of the northwest city, taking advantage of the rain, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke and rain.

The clouds on the horizon seemed to be a little thicker, and the sky was a little darker.

Yin Huai lay on a bed with some scorched marks, asleep.

The middle-aged man looked at the scorched marks very attentively, he was not very serious, and he was obviously thinking about something else.

The beautiful woman was not with him, nor was she in the house, and the beautiful woman left the courtyard, and walked to another part of the city, holding the little flower umbrella.

There is a mansion in the center of the city.

A general's mansion.

The mansion was in full swing, and even some of the gloomy sky was washed away by the hot atmosphere, and the rain disappeared, only the wine, and only the smell of wine wafted.

The beautiful woman left to oversee the work.

Because today the General's Mansion is going to hold a banquet again.

Such a gloomy day sent a drunken banquet to wash away the unhappiness.

This banquet can be used to wash away the unpleasant, or it can be used to collect dust.

"There's a guest from the Daimyo's house. ”

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Good luck to you.