"It's raining—it's harvesting wheat!"

After a few days of sunny weather, several openings were suddenly opened, and bean-sized raindrops poured down from between the clouds.

The footsteps on the streets were panicked, and the villagers hurried in all directions without caring about the cover.

The autumn wind was blowing, rolling up the withered yellow all over the ground, and drumming the dilapidated green curtain outside the village.

Hanging the blue curtain is an inn where you can stop on a trip.

The young man woke up from a nap, yawned and looked at the door, and immediately picked up the stick at hand and strode out, and violently chased away the little beggar who was squatting under the eaves, and shouted angrily: "Go away, go away!" Cheap skin, get out of the way and beg elsewhere! ”

After that, he put on a smile again, and invited a few strong men not far away: "A few guest officers, you can come in to shelter from the rain and drink a cup of hot tea to warm up, and it won't get in the way." ”

The leading saber youth bowed slightly, turned his pace, and led a few of his peers across the threshold.

The scrawny little beggar couldn't dodge, was whipped a stick, clutched his painful arm, and stood quietly in the rain. When everyone entered the house, they raised their heads, hated and "puffed" on the ground, gritted their teeth and said, "Dog thing!" I really think I'm a character! ”

She kicked in anger and turned and ran into the depths of the rain.

The long river that runs around the village at the extension of the dirt road gradually rises with the rain, and the waves flow northward.

The yellow leaves on the branches of the old trees on the riverside were sunk by the rain and were bare.

The injured person buried in the pile of fallen leaves was finally woken up by the rain, and he stretched out a hand tremblingly, shaking off the residual leaves on his body, and struggled to get up.

The woman's long hair on her forehead was scattered, half-covering her pale face, and her almost blue skin was imprinted with a few blood-stained stains. It was just a simple action, but it took several times to barely stand firm.

His legs were weak, and his thin body swayed from side to side with the raging wind and rain, looking haggard and embarrassed.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand, and then looked around inch by inch, her eyes were endlessly blank. Panic and overwhelmed.

In a trance, his footsteps stumbled and fell down heavily.

She sluggishly raised her hand for support and fell to her knees, only to realize that there was a pitch-black iron sword lying across the ground.

She fumbled and picked up the sword, her vision dizzy from the rain on her face, and she could only slowly read the three inscriptions on the scabbard by the touch of her fingertips.

"Song ...... Return...... ......"

Every syllable was frozen and shivering, and it was difficult to get out of tune. But these three words made her inexplicably familiar. As soon as the breath came out of his lips and teeth, a tsunami-like roar seemed to sound in his ears:

"Song Huiya——! Suffer death! ”

"Song Huiya, the souls of the dead who died under your sword are waiting for you in the Netherworld!"

"This world is big, but there is no room for a perverse Song Huiya! Today, we will do the evil of the world——! ”

This was followed by a dense stinging pain deep in the brain.

Song Huiya snorted in pain and curled up on the ground. The disordered internal breath pulled at the wounds on her body, forcing her to vomit a mouthful of blood and almost faint again.

Is she going to die?

Song Huiya grabbed the sword in his hand, pressed down a thousand threads, and pressed the knife edge that was cracked in his abdomen.

The severe pain and the cold rain in her back briefly awakened her consciousness that was about to fall silent, and her left hand groped around her waist for a while, turning out a white porcelain vase with no mark.

Song Huiya was not sure what kind of medicine was inside. But thinking of a person who even has his name engraved on his sword and can roll more than a dozen cuts on his body, most of the wounds he carries with him are wound medicine.

Her whole body was cold, as if her blood was frozen, and she only felt that she had spit out the last breath of heat, and her vitality was about to completely dissipate, and she couldn't control too much.

If she really ate herself to death, she should have a short life.

Song Huiya closed his eyes and rested against the trunk of the tree, for fear that he would fall asleep, so he tried his best to get up again after a while. Without knowing the direction, he paced forward along the slope of the mountain.

The wind and rain are miserable, like boundless swords and swords.

Pedestrians dragged the fragmented diseased bones, like floating clouds blowing away, slowly blending into the light and darkness between the overlapping mountains and rocks and forests.

In the bleak vista of vista, a small dilapidated temple can be seen standing on the barren and deserted mountainside.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the rain gradually faded.

A small figure darted down the mossy path, avoiding the stinging clumps and being kicked hard at the front of the steps.

The little beggar with a yellow face and thin muscles cried out in pain, and when he looked back, he found that there were more people lying on the road he walked daily for no reason.

She covered her knees and looked over, seeing that the other party didn't move, remembering today's repeated unpleasant things, she was so angry that she scolded: "Dog, dare to stand in my way!" ”

The little beggar wiped the rain from his face, crouched down, and stretched out his arms to test the man's breath on the ground.

Thinking that the weather was too cold, and the faint breath was no longer visible, she carefully touched the other party's face with the back of her hand, only to feel that it was as cold as the body temperature of a dead person.

Seeing a Jianghu guest who exposed his corpse in the wilderness, this child was not afraid at a young age, but boldly stepped forward and kicked the man, pinched his throat, learned the tone of the previous inn guy, and said sharply: "Look at you, a short-lived pickled and splashed skin, you dare to lie down and pretend to be dead when you see your aunt?" Believe it or not, I'll kick you to death? ”

She crossed her hands on her hips and imitated vividly: "Things that are in the way of people's eyes, they drill under the feet of nobles, dogs know how to wag their tails and recognize their eyes, and you unlucky money-losers still do something unpleasant." Why don't you get out of here?! ”

After venting his evil anger, the little beggar was so cold that he sneezed a few times. She glared at the corpse on the ground, pouted and said the last sentence: "Bad luck!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the dead man on the ground suddenly raised a hand and grabbed her ankle.

The little beggar was so frightened that he went into cardiac arrest, his soul flew three feet high, instinctively knelt down and kowtowed, and shouted forgiveness: "Hero, hero! I didn't kill you, don't come to me for revenge if you're a man or a ghost! ”

The "dead man" on the ground closed his eyes, his breath was not as much as his intake, and the knife wound was on the back of his hand, and the bone joints protruded outward, pinching her painfully.

The little beggar begged a few words, but when he saw that the other party did not respond, he trembled and broke the other party's fingers.

But half of this person's feet entered the coffin, but the hand holding her was as hard as cold iron, and it couldn't shake half a minute. The little beggar even thought that he had really encountered some lonely ghost, and discussed with her in fear: "Woman, if you don't die, I will take you into the temple and hire a doctor for you, will it be successful?" Don't drag me on the road, I'm so annoying that others will feel disgusted when they look at me! We're all right! ”

The little beggar babbled nonsense, endured his fear, half-pulled and half-pulled, and really dragged the injured all the way into the temple.

After avoiding this bone-chilling rain, the swordsman's hand immediately slid down, showing that there was only a trace of residual consciousness left, and he was struggling to hold on.

The little beggar fled with his legs and sat on the ground, not daring to move for a long time.

The light outside the window is getting brighter, the dark clouds that obscure the sky are slowly dissipating, and the cold wind is still beating repeatedly, pouring in from the gaps.

The little beggar calmed down a little, went over to the door, and blocked the useless window with hay.

A wet suit hung on his skin, cold as if it was about to frost, and the child ran around twice with his arms in his arms, and he couldn't bear it, so he took out a few sticks of firewood from the corner of the house, piled them together, and pouted his butt and struggled to make a fire.

"This is my house, you know what?" The child shouted in a rough voice, "This is the firewood I picked up." You baked the fire I burned, and you earned it, and you have to pay me back in the future, you know? ”

Sparks splash away. They were blowing like raindrops outside the house.

The little beggar stopped talking, took off his outer clothes, and laid them on the ground. Even if you huddle up in a ball and stick it to the extreme, you can't feel much heat, and you can't wait to go straight into the fire.

The dry wood at hand was about to burn out soon, and the coldness in the room was not dispelled for half a minute. The little beggar took his eyes off the flickering firelight, moved his buttocks, picked up the stick, and tiptoed towards the wounded.

"Woman?"

“……”

She stabbed her with a stick.

"Little brute?"

Confirming that the other party was completely unconscious this time, the child immediately rummaged through her things.

There wasn't much silver, but a few copper plates.

There was an object wrapped in oiled paper on his chest, and the little beggar was delighted to open it and find that it was nothing more than an old book.

The only thing of value is probably the long sword that is not good.

The little beggar was disappointed, rummaged again, but still found little, and suddenly there was an evil fire in his heart, and his fingers pinched the wound on the other party's waist, and said viciously: "Dog thing! I don't even have a hair on my body, and I also learn to be a hero?! ”

She has a cold temperament, and she doesn't feel that she is doing evil, let alone the pity of the people in front of her.

The child hid his sword in a hidden crack in the stone, sat down back in front of the fire with the book in his arms, scribbled it through it, unfolded it to his nose, and sniffed it carefully.

I didn't smell the scent of ink that those readers said, it was all cold and damp.

Scold.

Otherwise, there was not a word of truth in the mouths of those poor scholars.

The little beggar tore off half of the page, and was about to throw it into the fire, but after thinking about it, he smoothed it back out, closed the book and stuffed it into his bosom, and lay on his side on the ground. Keep your eyes wide open and look at the green moss marks on the wall.

After a while, he sat up again and gestured to the ground against the words on the title page.

After writing it a few times, she got up suspiciously, walked behind the stone, drew her long sword, and looked back and forth at the font on it several times, thinking that these incomprehensible figures should be the same.

Could it be this sword book?

The child looked at the people on the ground from a distance, his brows furrowed one high and one low.

To be beaten like this, I don't think it's a powerful sword spectrum.

I didn't die when I was beaten like this, and I didn't think it was so useless.

If only it was enough to change a few meat buns and drink two bowls of hot soup for her, it would be good.

The little beggar licked the corners of his mouth and smirked.

She wiped her snot and rubbed it on the swordsman's clothes. Picked up the other party's broken hair, and for the first time seriously looked at the unconscious injured.

- It's not a look that impresses at first sight. The facial features are delicate, the lines are plain, and they are far from being as fierce and vicious as she thought. But an old scar that clings to the contour of the jaw adds a bit of sharpness to this person, reminding outsiders that this is indeed a Jianghu who has traveled thousands of miles.

The little beggar looked at it, and suddenly there was a bit of resentment in her eyes, and her palm pressed her wound hard, until the woman's eyebrows showed a little unbearable pain, and then she withdrew her hand with a smile.

"Hey, woman, they all say that the grace of saving lives should be promised by example, you look decent and decent, you should talk about the rules, right? If you survive, this life will be mine. I don't want much, ten taels of silver...... Well, forget it, forget it, a poor ghost like you, if you can't pay out ten taels, I'll be merciful, and five taels can't be less. ”

The little beggar talked to himself, lowered his head and pulled up his trouser legs, rubbed the bruises on his knees, and said, "You see you tripped me and knocked me like this, don't blame me for being cruel?" If you are obedient, I will sell you to a good family, and maybe you will be more comfortable than you are now. If you don't obey, I'll sell you to that old bald man like a fat pig. He'll break your hands and feet, lock you up, and you'll be worthless!" ”

She patted the woman's face with her hand, but she never got a response, so she stretched and walked away bored.

When his clothes were half-dried and the rain outside the door stopped, the little beggar buried the book in the dirt against the wall and ran out quickly.