Chapter 163: Falling Flowers Listen to the Rain

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Yin Huai's ears always sounded some noise, like the sound of water, and the sound of water bent and hit the stones on the riverside. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info like the sound of rain, the rain falls on the plantains, and then adds new green.

What Yin Huai saw was a river, wider than the river he had seen before, and wider than the river he had seen before.

Wide without boundaries.

Perhaps such a river should be called the sea.

But even bigger than the sea-like river is the door.

Because the river flowed out of that door, and it also washed Yin Huai out of the other side of the door.

The reason why it is used as a stream is that the river flows relatively slowly, and there is almost no splashing water.

But it became more and more the size of the door, and if it was a small and narrow door, the water should be used as a drain, and it should be poured for thousands of miles.

Just like the door that Yin Huai had seen before and the turbulent river in front of that door.

Only if there is enough space for the water to flow out freely will it flow so slowly.

Yin Huai floated slowly on the surface of the river, listening to the mesmerizing sound of water paddling across his ears.

It spread far and wide, as if it was going to reach the outside world.

Or the sound of water coming from outside, or the sound of rain.

Yin Huai saw the sky, the blue sky.

It turned out that the sound I heard before was really transmitted from reality, and so did the sound of water and rain.

It was raining in the blue sky, and the rain was falling on the bluestone and also on the plantain, which was very crisp and beautiful.

But it also fell on Yin Huai, Yin Huai was already soaked, and there was no clean place on his body, Yin Huai didn't understand why he was in the rain, and he didn't know where it was.

Obviously, this is no longer the grassland where there is nothing left, there is only grass on the grassland, and maybe some residual safflower petals, but there will be no plantains, and there will be no flowing water around the plantains.

The water is not wide, nor is it urgent.

It is perfect for the garden and with the plantain.

The water is clear and suitable as a mirror, and the water is sweet and suitable for nourishing a dry throat.

The water is clean and suitable for washing away any makeup between the eyebrows. The water is gentle, suitable for floating some beautiful petals.

It's a great stream for a lot of beautiful things

But he was only doing something that was not suitable. That flowing water is not suitable for lying on a person.

Yin Huai was lying in the flowing water like that.

The flowing water soaked Yin Huai's clothes, and Yin Huai sat up from the water, also looking at everything around him.

The same wet sideburns were still dripping, I don't know if it was running water or rain.

The sound of the water is still murmuring, and the sound of rain is still dripping. Apart from those, there doesn't seem to be any sound around, which means that there is no one.

However, this is not a good thing.

Yin Huai's face changed greatly, he saw his knife, but he didn't see the little girl who loved to cry and laugh, nor did he see the old horse who liked to slap his nose.

So where did they go?

Yin Huai didn't dare to think about it, he just wanted to take his knife, and then walk out of this courtyard to find it.

Unconsciously, Yin Huai has become more and more aware of taking care of the little girl as his responsibility.

The knife Yin Huai saw it at a glance, but it was a little far away from him, far away in the banana forest, and the banana forest was next to the rockery surrounded by gurgling water.

For some reason his knife was there, hanging in the air.

Yin Huai was thinking about finding someone, and he was also thinking about getting a knife.

He stepped into the river where he had lain again.

Pop, the water splashed all over the ground, mixed with the rain and seeped into the soil.

The general said, "You can't take the sword." ”

A soft drink came from behind Yin Huai, it was the voice of a little girl's family, with coquettishness and a little annoyance.

Yin Huai ignored the man, didn't even bother to look back, still stepped on the water, and walked straight towards the knife.

The owner of the voice spoke again.

"The general said, that knife is ominous, you can't take it!"

This time the little girl cried out, as if to wake up the knife hanging on the banana leaves, and tell him to flee by himself.

Of course, the knife will not run away on its own, because although it has changed its appearance, it is still a knife that can only be danced in the hand of a person.

It's just that the knife did get lost from the plantain leaf.

The little girl's voice couldn't wake up a knife, but it could call someone, and besides, that person was still a cultivator.

He stood there, his shoulders hunched, his wine-stained ink garment hanging over the man, and the knife hanging on the man's rag-like garment.

The man may be laughing, or crying, or angry, but on closer inspection, he has no expression.

It was a young man, but it seemed that he had lived for a long time, Yin Huai recognized that he was not the middle-aged man who had come out of the sun that he had seen on the grassland before, but he still couldn't recognize the name of the young man in front of him.

The young man stood there alive, but it seemed as if he had been dead for a long time.

Yin Huai didn't dare to move, because the young man's expressionless face was facing him, and his eyes were also looking at him, and the knife in his hand was pointing at him.

Young people are cultivators, and Yin Huai knew it at first sight when he saw him, but he didn't know what kind of cultivation he was.

As the so-called ignorant are fearless, Yin Huai does not know the true realm of the young man opposite, so he has a fighting heart.

The young man didn't have the slightest desire to compete.

The shoulders are still hanging like that, and the hands are still hanging like that, but the knife is floating in the air without a hand to hold it.

In addition to the knife in the air, there was also rain, and Yin Huai's gradual and loud breathing.

Yin Huai's eyes were red, and he looked at the man deadly, the man still didn't move, but there was a mountain pressing towards Yin Huai, making him breathless.

Yin Huai couldn't move, it seemed that a certain valve in his body had been quietly opened, and then bursts of true yuan spread all over his body from somewhere in his body, as if a trickle was moistening Yin Huai's body that was about to collapse.

However, how could a trickling stream resist the mountain that could suppress the breathlessness.

The mountain is getting heavier and heavier, and the water in Yin Huai's body is getting shallower and shallower.

Just when it was almost exhausted, someone finally reappeared.

A middle-aged man walked from behind Yin Huai, followed by a little girl who looked like a maid.

The little girl is the little girl who shouted before, and the middle-aged man is the general in the little girl's mouth.

The general laughed and walked between Yin Huai and the young man.

Then, the mountain was gone.

Then, it rained heavily.

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