It was the beginning of August.

Shen Cangsheng left Shangjing City alone, without taking anyone with him, and left quietly.

One-step.

Stepped into the rivers and lakes.

Everyone says that the rain in Jiangnan is good.

Fine, soft.

It is like a gentle woman, looking at you with that clear, pure gaze, and it is like a woman's soft wattle, holding you with its cool, clean little hands.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River has always been the object of literati and ink writing.

Even on the streets of the north, the storyteller was shocked.

Speaking of a rain in the south of the Yangtze River, people's hearts inevitably have more yearning for the south of the Yangtze River.

Gangnam Province.

There were twelve cities.

Yuhang City.

It is one of the most famous cities in Gangnam Province.

Even, it is a little brighter than the name of Zhigu Su City.

There is a river in the middle of Yuhang City, which runs through this city from east to west, and the name of the river is Wuyue River.

The existence of Wu Yue River has added many highlights to Yuhang City.

Inclusive, inclusive!

This is the cultural characteristics handed down by Wu Yuehe, after the vigorous development of the imperial court, Yuhang City established itself with this culture.

Over the years, Yuhang City has emerged with many characteristics, and it is famous among the surrounding dynasties.

Yuhang's tea, Yuhang's silk cloth, these are all highly respected by merchants.

The Wuyue River provides convenient transportation conditions for businessmen.

The prosperity of Yuhang City.

It is comparable to the capital of Shangjing.

Speaking of Yuhang City, we have to say that there are rivers and lakes in Yuhang City.

And the most famous sect in Yuhang City is the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion, one of the eight holy places on the rivers and lakes.

In the northernmost part of Yuhang City, there is a mountain called Fengshan.

On this Fengshan Mountain.

It is where the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion is located.

Now Fengshan is in a semi-closed state.

Since more than half a year ago.

The pavilion master of the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion guarded the southern border for the imperial court, and when he came back again, he was already lying in a coffin.

Fengshan began to be semi-closed.

Fengshan Mountain.

There is a name, it is called Fengzuka.

The phoenix mound is a place dedicated to burying the lord of the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

"Knock ~~~~~"

With the ringing of a bell on Fengshan, it represents the beginning of the morning class of the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

Many girls chattered in groups and appeared in the square of the Red Dust Bath Pavilion, which was the place where they had their morning classes.

It is also their practice ground.

In a quarter of an hour, a beautiful woman appeared on the high platform of the square.

Dressed in moon-white palace clothes, his long silver hair is like a waterfall.

Moon Xiaobai!

Yue Xiaobai's beautiful eyes swept away.

The girls below fell silent.

Although Yue Xiaobai looks gentle, her methods are not gentle at all.

Especially when it comes to teaching.

"Alright, everyone, be quiet!"

Yue Xiaobai spoke, her voice was like a spring water rock, clear and beautiful.

Suddenly.

The girls below looked at Yue Xiaobai.

Then, it was the beginning of the morning class of the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

Feng Mound.

The surrounding trees are shady, and the phoenix mound is entwined.

It seems, more outside the shade.

In front of the phoenix mound, a new tomb.

A woman dressed in plain clothes is kneeling in front of the tomb.

"Master, the apprentice didn't send you on the last ride, apprentice, unfilial!"

The woman in plain clothes kowtowed to the tombstone several times in a row.

His forehead was broken.

The tombstone reads: The tomb of the master of Miao Zhenfeng Pavilion!

The woman in plain clothes kneeling was Xu Huanjing, who came back from the battlefield on the mainland with Shen Cangsheng.

After Xu Huanjing returned to the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion, Rao was mentally prepared for the worst.

However, what Xu Huanjing never expected was that his master really didn't come back.

On the battlefield on the mainland, Xu Huanjing has already seen the tragedy of the battlefield.

Human life, hehe, on the battlefield, is really vulnerable.

But I didn't expect that when I came back.

His own master turned out to be ......

"Small view. ”

I don't know when, behind Xu Huanjing, an old woman appeared, on crutches, looking at Xu Huanjing with kind eyes.

Gently called.

Xu Huanjing heard the voice, turned his head, and looked at the old woman.

"Feng Po!"

Feng Po nodded.

said: "Xiaojing, go back, it's going to rain." ”

As soon as Feng Po finished speaking, a light rain began to fall in the sky.

Silk as thread.

Touch cold.

"Is it already autumn?"

Xu Huanjing stretched out his hand and let the drizzle fall on the palm of his hand.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see Master for the last time. ”

Xu Huanjing said sadly.

Feng Po came to Xu Huanjing's side and touched Xu Huanjing's head.

"Presumably, Pavilion Master, she won't blame you!"

Heaven and Earth Monarch Teacher.

Miao Zhenfeng has no children and no daughters in his life, and Xu Huanjing is Miao Zhenfeng's only apprentice.

But at the last moment, there were no apprentices around to send him off.

This is for the master, the apprentice.

It is undoubtedly the biggest regret in life.

Xu Huanjing glanced at the grave.

Nodding.

Meanwhile.

The gate of Yuhang City.

A man in a green shirt walked slowly.

Suddenly, the man stopped.

Looking at the foggy sky, the drizzle is falling.

"It's raining!"

The man smiled softly.

Nor did he shelter from the rain, but in the drizzle, he entered the city.

The rivers and lakes are a story.

This story continues every day.

This story, there is no main character.

Or, everybody's the protagonist.

Grievances and hatreds, joy and hatred.

There are all kinds of life, and there are all kinds of rivers and lakes.

The old man often said: Once you enter the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself.

An old man said: The rivers and lakes are a dye vat, you are colorless, and if you enter this dye vat, perhaps, you don't even know what color you will be dyed.

There is also an old man who said: The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and I am the only one who can break it with a sword!

Another old man said: There are many red faces in the rivers and lakes, white clothes and long swords, and graceful demeanor. Drunk dancing sword, woke up with a red face.

In a word.

It doesn't matter which dynasty it is, which man it is.

I have a dream in my heart.

It seems that the rivers and lakes are an infinitely beautiful place.

You can be angry and draw your sword to the sky.

You can also wander the world, watch the dance, and stumble!

You can't see the rivers and lakes at a glance, only when you experience it yourself, you can know what the rivers and lakes are.

"Jianghu? ”

The man in the green shirt tightened his collar.

Listen to the voice in your ear, shake your head and smile.

Syllable!

One side of the street.

A semi-open-air teahouse with quite a few guests.

Voices.

The drizzle is not on the unexpected side.

Maybe for them, if there is no rain in Yuhang City.

That's not normal.

The teahouse has one, which is not high.

There was a table and a chair on it.

On the table, a cup of tea, a fan, a side of wood.

Tea is ordinary tea.

The fan is a plain white fan.

Wood is amazing!

An old man in a long robe, holding a startling wood in his hand.

Slap it on the table!

The man in the green shirt stopped to watch.

There was a sharp-eyed child, carrying a white scarf, and came to the man in the green shirt.

"This master, it's raining outside, it's not good to get wet, why don't you come in and drink hot tea?"

With a smile on his face.

It seems that there is nothing in the world that makes him happier to pull a customer into the store.

The man in the green shirt nodded.

The boy swept the white towel and swept it over the legs of the man in the green shirt.

"Master, please come in!"