Printed paper umbrella, the light green umbrella surface of the fresh fire dragonfly flying in the rain, dragonfly under the big red laurel blooming. During the Qingming Dynasty, a rare pouring rain slid down the surface of the paper umbrella and fell into the bluestone ground. Under the umbrella, the man smoked the mink green fox crown, the sable end cover, the gold and jade belt, and the face crown was like jade.

Ye Wen looked at the perfect man in front of him, the difficult man he met in an inn, let the rain wash him clean, like a chicken in soup, and said, "Scarlet Brotherhood, Catch Flyer?"

The corners of the man's mouth curled, drawing a charming arc and shaking his head, the torrential rain was raging, the sink had no time to drain, and the accumulated rain overflowed the surface of his feet, making people uncomfortable.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Ye Wen put away the oil-paper umbrella with only the umbrella bones left and erected it aside, lifted the lower half and tied it into the belt, and the wet monk's robe instantly stirred up a burst of rain, and at the same time, the toes were on the ground, and three splashes burst out on the ground at the intersection in an instant. The man holding the umbrella on the wall slid down his palm to hold the lower end of the umbrella bone, dragged the umbrella handle, twisted his five fingers lightly, and the printed paper umbrella rotated and floated above the man's head, and the man's head swung to let Ye Wen's right fist, the five fingers of his right hand were opened, and the palm was hollow, catching Ye Wenti's left fist, the two vigorous qi machines on the wall collided, and the water splashed and exploded, and then it was evaporated, rising an ethereal mist.

The five fingers of the man's right hand tightened and grabbed Ye Wen's left fist and pulled it violently, pulling Ye Wen's body closer, and whispered in Ye Wen's ear, "It's Tiankui Xing, the big senator Fengwu!" stepped back, and the foot wearing carved high boots stepped on Ye Wen's chest, Ye Wen snorted, the man's hands made a relatively cumbersome wrapping gesture, and his right hand turned into a palm close to the body to chase after him. Ye Wen's pupils constricted, knowing that he would rather take ten punches than a palm, lift his side in the air and fall over, and knelt on the side of the alley in embarrassment, the man did not continue to chase when he saw this, and raised his hand to grasp the rotating umbrella handle, so as not to let the rain get wet.

"What a surprise, Senator!"

Wenfu gazebo.

Wen Lao watched the parting rain getting bigger and bigger, and beckoned the janitor to get a handful of erhu, the erhu foreskin was mottled, but the strings were unusually bright, Wen Lao watched Ye Wen leave and put it down, retracted his eyes ruthlessly, sat down and pulled up the erhu, his voice was hoarse and bleak. The toothless little man brought a robe to put on for Wen Lao, and when he heard the voice, he asked in surprise, "Is the piano broken?"

"Go, go, go to sleep!" Wen Lao played impatiently, and the little guy went to sleep. Then I saw Huang Laoliu vigorously take a few sips of hookah, pinned the cigarette stick to the back belt, and was about to go out without saying a word.

"Sixth!" Wen shouted, "Come back." Seeing that the sixth child did not react, he was furious and threw out the erhu that he had treasured in his hand for decades and gave him his deceased wife and smashed it on Huang Laoliu's back, at this time Huang Laoliu stopped and turned around, and saw that the erhu on the ground had been broken, so he quickly picked it up, wiped the water stains with a clean place lined on his body, and silently walked to the pavilion and put the erhu on the stone table. Then he untied his hat and found a stone step to sit down, took out the hookah behind him, and smoked it vigorously.

Wen Lao sighed and walked to Huang Lao Liu's side, regardless of the stagnant water and coldness on the steps, he sat down together, and said, "Is it amazing?"

Huang Lao Liu put the cigarette pouch on his knee and made several gestures to Wen Lao. The corners of Wen Lao's mouth trembled after seeing it, "It's amazing, you're not sure!" Reaching out and pulling the robe on his body, he didn't bother to wipe the rain splashed on his white beard, "No way, this is the path he chose by himself, if he can't go on by himself, I will give up my life and force him to take the road I arranged!"

Huang Lao Liu didn't smoke or speak, he looked at the open space in a daze, "It's going to die!" suddenly spoke, and his voice was still so weird.

"Wow, Grandpa Ma, you can speak!" I don't know when I came to the janitor of the pavilion, holding a pile of thick quilts, and was surprised to hear the mute grandfather sleeping in the stable actually speak.

"Stinky boy, don't go to sleep yet!" "Wen Lao was accidentally seen by his juniors sitting on the steps unorthodox, blowing his beard and glaring angrily.

"It's not that you have old cold legs. The janitor muttered aggrievedly, but still put the thick quilt on the ground, and then went to fetch two small maza for the two old men to sit down, and take care of everything before going back to sleep.

"Wyndwen, kid. Wen Lao smiled with satisfaction, and continued, "I told the one under the mountain that I can't die." The words are light-hearted, as if it were just a simple agreement about where to eat half next time.

Huang Lao Liu widened his eyes and looked at Wen Lao as if he couldn't believe it, and then he stopped talking, took out a hookah and put it in his mouth, his expression was lonely. Ren Wen asked without saying anything.

"Sixth, you said that the northern barbarian who shouted that he would kill you at the beginning, why was my heart broken when I yelled?"

“...”

There is a great Confucianism in the prosperous world, and the majestic spirit in the chest can retreat millions of evil charms.

Rain Alley.

The rain is still rushing to the ground, and a person on the wall is holding an umbrella and standing alone by the wind, like an immortal in a painting. Under the wall, the rain of the Tsing Yi monk split his head, and a slap of red hung on the corner of his mouth.

"What a surprise, Senator!"

Ye Wen swallowed the scarlet sweetness in his mouth, gasped and stood up, "What are you surprised? Ye Wen also secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, the Scarlet Brotherhood became the premier killer guild with the Flycatcher, and the Flycatcher was respected as the leader of the assassins by the rivers and lakes, and he was the secret chief senator of the Scarlet Brotherhood, but now he was hunted down by the Flyer.

"There are really people who don't practice qi!" "The corners of his mouth were curled up, and his eyebrows twitched, as if this thing was so funny.

"What's the matter!" Ye Wen said in a deep voice, slapped the wall, and the huge force in his hand shattered the bluestone wall that had lasted for thousands of years into slag like tofu. , raise the body and erect the palm into a knife, and directly slash and catch the dragonfly. The heavy rain curtain was torn through a huge ravine. Ignoring the strong air pressure rushing to his face, he handed over the paper umbrella in his right hand to his left hand, drew a circle with his right hand, and drew a rain barrier, the rain barrier and the palm knife connected, and a muffled sound sounded in the alley. The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

The smile of the flycatcher was still the same, "It's really hard!" After speaking, he shook his right hand, "It's a pity, even if you are the seven-foot Qitian monkey with long hair and bones, can you pass through my nine-fold gate of the Lingxiao Palace?"

"Really?" Ye Wen sneered. As soon as the words fell, the printed paper umbrella in the left hand of the catcher cracked from it, and was sprinkled by the rain that had been blocked for a long time, wetting the smoked mink green fox crown of the catcher. The Flycatcher's face was solemn, and then he turned iron-blue.

"Hah!haha!good!" "The flycatcher laughed angrily, squeezed his left hand lightly, and the flowers fell, "I just tried your catties, I can't take your ugly bald head." Hmph" The results speak for themselves. The flycatcher floated down from the wall in a beautiful posture, tapping a few times in the water like a dragonfly, and raised his sword finger in his right hand. The figure was in a trance a few times, and in the rain, countless flycatchers raised their sword fingers, stabbing Ye Wen's eyes in pain and wanting to cry. The chest is out of breath, it can't be stopped, it can't be stopped! Ye Wen was anxious and frightened in his heart.

"No way!" Ye Wen pressed his right hand with his left hand.

At the moment of emergency, a sword roared through the sky, a blue light fell from the sky, splitting the thousands of phantoms of the catcher Lang and inserting it in front of Ye Wen, Ye Wen looked at the familiar blue light in front of him, his heart was suffocated, and he looked at the green light It was a three-foot long sword, and the sword body was like climbing a high mountain and looking down at the abyss, ethereal and profound, as if there was a giant dragon lying down.

Seven Star Longyuan, Xu Qing fought to walk the world.

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