It's raining.

Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight, and sells apricot blossoms tomorrow in the deep alley.

The spring rain in May is always so annoying, so quiet, secretly falling silently in the night that no one perceives.

Zhao Xiaobai got up, used a delicate breakfast, stretched a few lazy waists, and looked out the window.

The slanting wind and drizzle have covered yesterday's clear sky with a thin curtain of water like a light veil.

I remember that year, I sent my senior brother down the mountain with the same door in the mountains, and it was also in such a shallow smoke and rain, but I didn't expect to see him again after a few years, and the smoke and rain were still there.

There was a warning in his spiritual sense, and he couldn't help but be shocked: It turned out to be ......? Your uncle, this movement is really not small!

Zhao Xiaobai tied his hair, changed his shoes, touched the dusty sword on his waist, asked Bai Ti'er for an oil-paper umbrella, and walked into the misty rain alley......

The old city of Yangdu, by the Yongjiang River.

The smoke is misty, the drizzle is slanted on the bridge, and the water is bent.

There were a few small awning boats moored at the water's edge, and there were lazy boatmen, dressed in robes, standing beside the boats.

The spring drizzle always carries a hazy enchantment, smoky, like a dream, and the air is sometimes mixed with a few faint fragrances, like beautiful children's affairs, and like lilac petals drifting in the wind;

As promised, it was the face in the dream, a few touches of red with the wind, curling Nana, beautiful and floating. The past is like an old book, slowly unfolding in front of people.

The half-narrowed boatman suddenly found that in the winding river in front of him, in the light gauzy rain, there was a pale red oil-paper umbrella.

A barefoot woman walks on the surface of the river as if she were walking on the ground, and the light white skirt in the breeze and the green silk floating wantonly in the light rain seem to suggest that she has a shocking face.

However, there was a faint murderous aura in the air, and as an ordinary square courtyard came into view, the ethereal murderous aura gradually condensed into a heavenly murderous machine, spreading in the rain curtain.

In the alley by the river, a small square courtyard is silent in the rain, and a rectangular wooden board with an ancient shape reads: Luohua Wine Inn.

The sound of water ticking, accompanied by the sound of food being chewed.

A young man in an old blue shirt with cuffs pulled up was enjoying his slightly late breakfast in the inn, and there was even a light glass of wine on the wooden table in the middle of the lobby of the inn.

His breakfast is simple but exquisite: a bowl of glutinous rice porridge, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of fennel beans. He ate slowly and chewed carefully, as if savoring the heavy sword intent coming from the light rain.

With a "boom", the wooden window shattered, and a delicate and graceful woman holding an umbrella took the liberty of breaking in through the broken window. The umbrella shook and tossed away, opening at the corner of the door like a peach blossom.

Well, the peach blossoms bloom in a bunch, and the cute crimson is light red?

The woman stopped, the light and shadow in her hand changed, and she had changed to a long sword that shone with a blue light.

The man didn't look surprised, just sighed slightly, and said, "Hu'er will go to exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you." ”

"Yi Yequ, although you are not a small name, but in front of me, you are always a junior sister, can't you be polite when you come in?"

Before the woman could reply, the man took another sip of wine, smacked his lips, and praised, "Good wine!

This barefoot woman, known as easy night stands, is at most twenty-three or fourteen years old, with a round face, fair complexion, a pair of big eyes, and two shallow dimples, which are also refreshing and pleasant.

She was angry, but her eyes were full of smiles, and she said, "Jian Shixiu, since I came, you still eat and drink endlessly?"

"Are you worried that if you are killed by my sword for a while, you will be a starving ghost from now on?"

The man known as Jian Shixiu smiled faintly, slowly put down the wine in the cup, burped, and said: "Women can fight and kill, but don't shout and kill in their mouths, don't you know that the scenery is too bad?"

The woman pursed her thin lips, her slightly frowning eyebrows were like distant mountains misty in the drizzle, she slowly bent down, and said, "The eldest disciple of the Zhongshan faction, Yi Yeqing, came to bid farewell to Senior Brother Jian of the Beishan faction. ”

The tranquil tone was full of extreme coldness, and there was unquestionable determination.

Yes, this man in front of him, as cunning as a fox and like a ghost in this city, has long been a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, and he must be "pulled" today!

The woman said, got up, raised the sword and danced, and said as if no one was around: "I cultivate a murderous sword, and I will live in Hanshan for ten years!"

With a "boom", the table and chairs in front of the man exploded, and sawdust flew sideways, and the sawdust flew sideways like sharp arrows, which suddenly pierced the walls and roof, and the rain drops were dripping down.

The sword came without warning, but the man seemed to be on guard, and he had already dodged and retreated, and his tall figure had a fluttering demeanor.

Looking at the broken house and the rain falling, the man raised his eyebrows. With this raised eyebrow, his entire face, along with the old shirt on his body, seemed to suddenly become vivid, exuding an indescribable demeanor in an instant.

The man's fluttering figure walked through the sword rain, the rain did not stain his clothes, and a faint man's voice sounded in the sword rain: "Little girl, have you forgotten, I led the crowd to scatter a month ago, and I returned with a feather." ”

"Do you think that today, just ask a few old and weak soldiers from the backer, and you can get a good deal?"

This voice is full of magnetism, with the unique charm of a mature man, and the fluttering figure walks through the sword rain without a trace of hindrance.

The woman didn't say anything, and sang the day: "Living in the mountains and eating in the wind and dew, going out of the mountains to cut the stubborn!"

A sword exploded on the ground, rolling up the water droplets in the rain, and suddenly turned into a colorful light, and there seemed to be a small sword dancing in every drop of raindrops, and the killing intent that rushed to the sky suddenly enveloped the entire hut.

In the sound of "popping", the wine jars displayed in the house exploded one after another, and the strong aroma of wine wafted in the rain curtain......

The man was a little surprised: "The 'Phoenix in the Water is not as good as a chicken' in the "Mud Bottle Sword Technique"?

"Is there such a benefit to colluding with the demons and recognizing the thief as the father? ”

"No wonder in this world, there are always so many people who are desperate to sell themselves to take refuge, and even their ancestors can be left behind!"

As the man spoke, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and with a "bang" sound, the long sword in his hand was unfurled, and he said: "Three thousand miles of wind and rain, smoke and rain change." ”

"Brush, brush, dangdang!" The air resounded with the sound of air bursting and the sonorous resonance of gold and iron.

The crumbling hut suddenly collapsed with a thud as if it had been fired by ten thousand arrows, and two figures rose in the slanting wind and drizzle with the light of the sword, and the clanging sound of the sword startled the woman in the cloth on the other side of the river......

The woman reprimanded: "What 'the phoenix that fell into the water is not as good as a chicken'?"

"This sword technique is called 'Luoxia and Lone Heron Fly Together', okay, do you think you can divide my god by talking nonsense like this?"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the woman's sword momentum became more urgent, and even the raindrops falling from the volley were destroyed by her sword qi one by one, and the hut was instantly filled with a faint cloud qi.

"Poof!" the man seemed to be careless, and was pierced through his left arm by the little woman's sword, and the blood splattered instantly reflected the surface of the river.

The woman's words were still soft, as if she was confessing her thoughts to the man she liked: "Senior Brother Jian, you have offended, do you understand now?"