On this day, it rained heavily in Changyang City, and the sound of the rain was excessively chaotic, crackling, and noisy.

The raindrops were as big as beans, falling into the city, knocking on the ground and splashing the water, drenching the eaves and curtains continuously.

The sky was gray, the clouds were very low, the city was gray, and there were not even a few weeds on the roadside.

There were fewer people on the road, because the rain came so quickly that all the people on the road took shelter from the rain, and there were not even a few vendors left along the street.

There are only three left.

One is a street noodle stall, and there are more than a dozen people sitting there eating noodles, and they are all carrying swords. One or two big Malaysian golden knives, one or two fierce gods, one or two thieves with eyebrows and rat eyes, one or two with outstanding bearing, all there are four words, mixed with fish and dragons.

But I think that the noodles are really fragrant, so that people eat a lot of food, and from time to time they have to wipe a handful of sweat from their foreheads.

One is a teahouse on the edge of the road, this rainy day, there are really not many people in the hall, just a boss, a small two, a set of tables and chairs, a tea guest, and only called a pot of tea, cup by cup to drink.

The last one is a rouge shop on the corner of the street, where the proprietress is half-leaning in front of the shop, wearing a red dress and a half-bare breast. The smell of powder on the body is heavy and heavy, and you can smell it clearly from a few meters away. It's not beautiful, but it's heavy makeup, holding a mirror in his hand, making a commotion, and taking pictures non-stop.

The men of these three families did their own business, and they had nothing to do with each other, until one of them appeared in the street.

It was a white shoe, and it stepped on the waterlogged road lightly and heavily.

On the bluestone slab, the water waves were slightly chaotic.

In the reflection in the water, a man holding a paper umbrella walks slowly.

The eaves of the umbrella blocked his face, so that people could not see what he looked like.

I saw a little smile on the corner of his mouth, the smile was not deep or shallow, a little gentle, a little frank, a little indifferent, a little elegant.

He is an incomprehensible person, because in this world, there are few people who can laugh so much with a smile.

He is also a strange person because he walks without sound.

He was wearing a white cloth robe, which was very simple, except for a jade pendant hanging from his waist, which looked very valuable.

Look closely at the jade pendant, there is a word engraved on it.

The pen is relaxed, chic and indulgent, but it is integrated with the jade pendant.

Subdividing it further, what is written in it is a stolen word.

When the man lifted the canopy slightly and looked at the people on both sides of the street, the rain was falling even harder.

He stopped on the road, stopped in the middle of the road, held his umbrella, shook his head, and laughed softly.

"Do you six doors have to be so loud to catch people, it's hard for me to pretend I don't know. ”

The rain didn't stop, and the road was eerily quiet.

The raindrops blurred the vision, making the scenery on the street seem to be half-real and half-real.

After a long time, a person sitting in the teahouse moved, he took a cup of tea and turned around.

"There are only twenty-one people in total, where did you come from?"

The man holding the umbrella smiled: "Twenty-one people catch one, isn't it loud?"

The people in the teahouse were silent, holding their breath and staring silently at the figure in the middle of the road.

The man holding the umbrella was silent, smiling faintly and waiting for something.

Finally, someone in the noodle stall couldn't sit still, and a big man shouted.

"Li Si, today you will be beheaded!"

As he spoke, he drew a sword from his hand.

What kind of sword is that?

The blade of the sword was cold, the moment the blade was unsheathed, the white light flashed, and the sword light just crossed the eyes of the people on both sides, and the person holding the sword had already stabbed the sword out.

The sword was fast, so fast that in an instant, it had already pierced the waist of the umbrella holder.

This sword is also very poisonous, stabbing it is the human chapter door acupoint, straight into the heavenly hub, a sword can make people invalid in this life.

It's a pity that the umbrella man named Li Si is faster than him.

The man who held the sword only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and then, the raindrops flew away, and his eyes only saw three moments.

For a moment, the figure was real, close at hand.

For a moment, the figure flickered, as if it were on the edge of the sky.

At the last moment, he only felt a pain in his jaw, and he had already flown out on his back, seeing the street scenes on both sides fly away, and the rain curtain shattered under the blue sky.

He had been kicked into the air, and when he hit the ground, he realized it, and the blade in his hand had already fallen out of his hand, and he didn't know where it had fallen.

The corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, his head was dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to stand up again.

Before he fainted, he only heard Li Si's faint voice.

"Well, now, it's twenty, catch one. ”

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"Tick tick. ”

The sound of the rain is heard clearly because there is no distraction.

I don't know how long I waited, but on the way, Li Si under the umbrella seemed to smile helplessly, and said softly.

"If you don't do it again, I'll go. ”

The proprietress of the rouge shop no longer looked in the mirror, and looked at Li Qing with a solemn face.

The people in the noodle stall also stopped eating noodles, and each wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth.

The boss in the teahouse was still planning to plate, and the fight was crackling, but it matched the sound of the rain.

But there is only one customer in the store every day, and I don't know what he is counting.

The tea guest put down the tea, patted himself and stood up.

His face was upright, he took the saber from his waist and held it tightly in his palm, a pair of sharp eagle eyes slowly raised.

"Six doors. The sound was low and muffled, like a tiger's roar, and it rattled between the throats.

Then, the roar dispersed, and the shouts rang out.

"Catch someone!"

In an instant, the rain was chaotic.

More than a dozen figures jumped into the air.

Holding a knife or a sword in his hand, or a Qimen blade, it was all cold and shining.

There were even two people who took out two thick iron chains from behind them and surrounded Li Si.

Li Si was still holding an umbrella, looking at the rain in front of him, as if the rain was so charming, even if everyone pounced, it was motionless.

The tea guest who took the lead was the first to rush in front of Li Si, and at this time, Li Si's side was already full of people, like a net of heaven and earth, blocking all his retreats.

The tea guest pulled out the knife on his waist, the knife light was cold, it was a good knife.

As the blade was unsheathed, the blade was clearly reflected in the rain.

The rain fell one after another, dissolving a picture of the south of the Yangtze River in ink painting, which is really a good scene.

It's a pity that the murderous aura on the knife is too heavy, but it spoils this rare beauty.

"Hey, I don't understand the amorous feelings. Li Si held the umbrella and shook his head lightly, not knowing who he was talking about, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

It was only when the knife slashed in front of him that he finally moved.

The moment he moved, his robe rolled up, like a light flood.

The knife grazed the corner of his clothes, but it didn't hit him at all.

The tea guest's face was ugly, but he had been chasing this Li Si for four years, and he had fought several times during this period, and he was no stranger to this Li Si's efforts to anoint his feet.

If it weren't for his shocking light work, why would he be so difficult to grasp.

As soon as the knife flashed, the tea guest had already retracted the knife in front of him, and at the same time shouted at the people around him.

"You're still not going to do it!?"