"You killed Yu Wenkuo, do you know what it means?" The man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle and he looked at the woman who was also standing by the river.

The woman ignored him, just looked at the yellowed river, at the boats that floated by, and at the rain flowing into the river.

"If Jiangzhou fails, the Yuwen clan will not be in my control."

"And you...... Siyin, how can it end? ”

Her beautiful face looked south, and her thoughts had already gone with the birds flying south.

She closed her eyes tightly and burst into tears.

To the east of Kyoto, there is a river that runs from the north.

The Yejiang River flows into Jiangzhou, and the tributaries flow into Jiangcheng.

The tributary turned into a small river, named Green River.

The microwave of the green river swayed with the turquoise, and the wood pulp of several boats on the shore floated with it.

Eshu is in the south and Kyoto is in the north.

She seemed to be standing on the banks of the Green River, and she saw that there was something on the surface of the river.

The winter cold and rain, light as snow, falling obliquely with the wind, connected into a piece, dense. At the end of winter and early spring, even in Jiangzhou, a land with a perennial warm climate, there is still a slight taste of gloom. The man is dressed in white, on the stone arch bridge, looking at the quiet river surface as if the lake is not moving, and the light rain slowly enters the water and only ripples at the beginning.

As the blue water, sloppy people, and lush aquatic plants floated slowly across the water reflecting the man's unkempt black hair, he finally withdrew his gaze, turned around, and sat directly on the cold mossy bluestone slab.

The cold wind and drizzle are not big, but in the eyes of passers-by, it seems that they have all fallen on the body of the man in white, and some people should think: "Ragged clothes, living on the streets, either the family is broken or the person is dead, poor people." I don't know when there were a lot of copper plates in front of the man in white who was sitting. The man stared at the clouds infatuatedly, his fingers connected, and he didn't know what to think.

At this time, several pairs of eyes under the eaves of the stone arch bridge stared at the copper plate in front of the man in white from time to time, the indescribable temptation of the green bluestone steps, and the emptiness of the stomach brought a burst of dizziness from time to time, forcing them to stand up and raise their heads high, unable to keep their eyes away from the copper plates that were drenched in rain.

But on the side of the man in white, there was a sword lying on the raised stone pillar of the stone arch bridge, connecting the bluestone slab of the stone arch bridge.

They don't dare to act rashly, and the fallen swordsmen and knights in the world can't count them with a few hands, if a good one loses his life, how can it be good?

The light rain grew heavier, stirring up a hazy mist.

The yellow paper umbrellas gradually passed by one by one.

Xu is stomach hunger urged his footsteps, and one person under the eaves couldn't bear it any longer, so he tentatively rushed onto the stone arch bridge, and carefully bent down and quickly picked up the nearest copper plate and fled frantically towards the other side of the stone arch bridge.

In the same place, the man in white turned a blind eye, still wandering outside.

Seeing this, a few other people holding worn-out porcelain bowls under one of the eaves hurriedly rushed onto the stone arch bridge despite the wind and rain, and bent down in the mist to grab a coin with a brass square hole.

A few yellow paper umbrellas stopped in the rain, and they looked at the man in white curiously, as if expecting what the man in white would do.

They looked up at the man in white as he moved his hand to the sword beside him and clenched it, and the man in white got up, thinking that he would draw his sword and drive away the annoying beggars in front of him. But to their great disappointment, the man in white still ignored them as before, but took up his sword and walked away, leaving the beggars who were still fighting for coins.

Just as the people under the yellow paper umbrella were bored and turned to leave, a voice came from the side of the Green River, "Catch the thief, catch the little thief!" "Attracted everyone's attention.

The man in white got off the stone arch bridge, but happened to bump into a person holding a burden who fell heavily in the rain, splashing some water, but the burden in his arms slipped into the rain and slipped to the feet of the man in white.

Everyone thought that he would pick up the burden that had been stolen by the thieves in the field, but he watched as the thieves who had struggled to get up from the rain came and picked up the baggage and fled.

Suddenly, someone said to himself: "Hey, poor people have something to hate!" ”

There are still people who don't believe it and still believe that things will change, but the man in white was still indifferent until the thief disappeared in the mist, which caused someone to scold: "Ge Laozi, it's really in vain that I spent a few copper coins!" “

Fortunately, no matter how heavy the rain was, the crowd dispersed, and the people who were chasing the thief seemed to have given up the pursuit because of the heavy rain.

The man in white raised his head to face the heavy rain, his messy hair was beaten into several strands and fell back, revealing a slightly delicate face, with blue eyebrows, if he repaired his hair, wrapped it in a bun, and wore a clean white clothes, he would definitely look like a scholar. But the man in white was holding a long sword in his hand, with unrepaired messy hair, and wearing a white robe that could not be torn again and could not be called a white garment.

The top and bottom of the shirt have been soaked by the rain at the moment, but they are showing some gold.

He had a slight headache, so he touched his forehead with his left hand, and it was hot, and he knew that he was sick. But suddenly, he quickly withdrew the left hand on his forehead, took the scabbard in his other hand, and then used that hand to pull out the sharp sword, and suddenly swung towards the stone arch bridge, bursting out and turning into a solid sword qi like a scorching white light from the blade of the sword, like a sharp arrow off the string, pierced into the bluestone slab on the stone arch bridge.

The bluestone slab exploded violently, and in the heavy rain, it was no longer passable.

With great difficulty, he withdrew his sword and turned around, carrying the stone arch bridge on his back, as if there was no turning back.

In the same place, the beggars who had long been hiding under the eaves of the street heard the sound and hurriedly got on the stone arch bridge, but they were surprised to see a big hole broken on the other side of the stone arch bridge, and they could already see the yellowed green river under the bridge.

The man who had taken off his coat was dressed in a plain robe and was walking in the rain at the moment. He couldn't understand why Wang Jianqing would block that heavy blow for himself? He didn't know Wang Jianqing at all.

Yesterday, the man in white held the injured Wang Jianqing in his arms, but saw the old man sitting by the mahogany table in the inn come out, he had never seen such a terrifying sword intent - although the sword had no real form, it carried a monstrous momentum!

Later, he couldn't see clearly.

In the mist of rain and fog, the icy rain flowed into his eyes, and it was clear that the streets were in the past, but they were so strange.

It's just that revisiting the old place is already a matter of things and people.

Drifting away, finally, fell into the rain.

……

It was already dark, and Li Guan quickly turned over Jiangcheng, but he didn't find the hiding place of those babies.

Most of the street corners in Jiangcheng are no longer walked. He walked under the eaves of the roof in a nocturnal suit, and looked at the paths between the two sides of the house, and wondered, he really couldn't think of where the thief who stole the baby could hide the baby.

At this time, just as Li Guan was wandering around the corner.

"Stop! Who are you? ”

A familiar voice came from behind Li Guan, and he didn't dare to move, just standing.

Yang Xi pulled out her sword, she saw that this person was strange and dressed in black so late at night, wasn't it the thief who stole the baby?

Li Guan asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Yang Xi!"

"Yang Xi ......"

Li Guan hung his head, his body trembled, he turned his back to Yang Xi but didn't dare to turn around.

Yang Xi thought to himself that this person really recognized her heroine's name, so she was trembling with fright at this moment, right? She immediately reprimanded and shouted: "This woman is here, why don't you tie your hands and arrest it?" ”

Li Guan smiled bitterly, he covered the tip of his sour nose with his hand, and then stepped into the air.

Heroines and thieves are incompatible!

The world's first thief, Li Guan, said it well, but in fact, he didn't know in his heart that he was not a thief? It's just a little thief parading through the rivers and lakes.

"Hugh away!"

Although Yang Xi's light skills are not as good as Li Guan, he is obviously not good, and he can follow Li Guan closely. She shook her hand and swung her sword vigorously, and the flying sword approached the person in front of her like a wind.

But I saw that the flying sword was stagnant in the air behind the man.

Li Guan stood under the eaves, the moonlight shining on his slumped back, and the silver sword behind his back was like a hanging ornament, not moving at all.

He said, "If a sword pierces my heart, will you cry?" ”

Yang Xi didn't understand him, she asked, "Who are you?" ”

"The number one thief in the world, Li Guan!"

"You are the thief Li Guan who robbed the rich and helped the poor in the rivers and lakes?" Yang Xi was a little surprised, and immediately laughed at himself: "The imperial court has sent so many catches to catch you, and you can't catch them, let alone me, how can a sword pierce your heart?" ”

"Then return this sword to you, don't follow me again!"

Li Guan said, the long sword had fallen between the roof tiles with a "dang long", and the figure was far away.

Yang Xi picked up the sword, but chased after it again.

"Why are you still chasing after you?"

Li Guan stood on a branch of a tree this time, still with his back to her.

She stood on a street corner in the distance and shouted, "Although I can't beat you, I will chase you, and if you go to steal, I will follow you and teach you that you will not succeed!" ”

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"Don't be afraid!" Yang Xi blurted out.

Li Guan said: "You don't catch the thief who stole the baby? ”

"How do you know I'm catching the thief?"

"How...... Ignorance? Jiangcheng has spread all over the Yang'an Dart Bureau that there is a female hero named Yang Xi, who wants to catch the thief who eats babies. ”

Yang Xi was extremely interested in the word heroine, especially from the mouth of the famous thief saint, she couldn't hide the smug look on her face, waved her sword and pointed at him and said, "You are also a thief!" ”

Li Guan shook his head and said, "I'm not."

Person. ”

The rain-soaked leaves fell sparsely to the ground, and the man standing on the branch was gone.

Yang Xi walked on his own in the night, but tripped over one foot and fell into the stagnant water.

She looked closely, and one of them fainted in the rain.

The night is moonless, and there are only a few red lanterns hanging on the roadside to welcome the night of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Yang Xi struggled to carry the man, but felt the softness and heat coming from behind him. With the slight light, she walked cautiously on the streets of Jiangcheng.