The rain continued for three days and showed no signs of stopping.

Due to the low-lying terrain of Shaocheng, the rainwater cannot be drained well, so the water on the ground has also risen from the beginning of the foot to the current calf.

The streets of the city are empty, and many shops on the street are moving out with families, trying to dredge the waterways, carrying pots and pans and pouring water into the houses.

The terrain of the inn is much higher than other places, so naturally there are no such worries, but it is a little inconvenient to go out.

Shaocheng is remote, there are fewer people who come to live here, and the inn naturally does not have many visitors from other cities.

The mountain rain gradually accumulated, because the rain did not stop, Liu Congwen's appointment to Qushui County was also repeatedly postponed, and he could only stay in the inn and wait for the mountain rain to fall before he could hurry.

"This damn weather, we're really delaying if it goes on like this!"

In the lobby of the inn, Zhou Li kept pacing back and forth impatiently.

"Don't worry, this mountain rain will stop in a day or two at most, and taste this year's new tea first. ”

The shopkeeper with thin legs and thin hands came from the backyard, carrying a pot of hot tea that was still steaming, and quickly poured a cup for each of the three of them.

Looking at Emperor Zhu Wu, who was leaning against the window, Zhou Li seemed to have thought of something, and ran to him with a smile on his face and whispered, "My lord, do you have any immortal skills that can take a few of us to the canal quickly?"

"You're looking for death again, aren't you?!" Liu Congwen, who was sitting on the side, waved his fist, "I said that I would wait for the rain to stop before leaving, just wait for the rain to stop before leaving!"

Zhou Li sat on the chair with a sad face, and said, "God, it's really too late to die......"

Liu Congwen looked indifferent, "That's just right, anyway, I don't want to be the prince of Nalaoshzi, so it's good to stay on the frontier all the time." ”

"As the saying goes, water flows low, people go high ......"

Without waiting for Zhou Li to finish speaking, Xiao Er, who had been staying next to him, said in a timely manner, "Don't worry, guest officer, this mountain rain comes and goes quickly, and it can be completely stopped in two days at most." ”

"Besides, even if you leave now, the mountain road is extremely muddy, the road is difficult to find, not to mention the loss of a few adults' identities, in case you encounter some thieves again, it will be troublesome, please think twice. ”

Zhou Li stared at Xiao Er with an angry face, "I hope the rain stops in two days, otherwise the official will pick your skin alive!"

Xiao Er smiled and retreated to the backyard, and the huge lobby was deserted again for a while.

Although it was close to noon, the sky was still very dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be much lower than in previous days.

Rainwater piled up on the roofs and dripped down the eaves, making beads.

Everything visible seemed to fade into the rain.

After sitting for a long time and having lunch, the three of them went upstairs and returned to their respective rooms.

Pushing open the window and looking at the dense rain curtain, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang slowly stretched out his hand out of the window.

"Avoid. He meditated silently in his heart, and his heart began to feel a little apprehensive, for fear that the little power he had just mastered before would dissipate.

Next, the rain curtain that could not change its trajectory by falling by gravity alone, as if it understood the words of the Great Zhu Wuhuang, parted straight above his arm, and then slid down the sides.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang moved again, and the rain curtains on both sides of his arms began to fall in waves again.

"It's an interesting rule, and it's not very useful yet, but I can't say where it will be used in the future. Emperor Zhu Wu thought.

A gray and lifeless silk thread began to pour out of the palm of the Great Zhu Wuhuang.

When the thread was revealed, the space around him began to compress and twist rapidly, as his palms began to sink into the shattering void.

Great Zhu Wuhuang slammed his spirit, and his palm hurriedly broke free from the shattered space, but fortunately there was no damage.

The silk threads in the palm of the palm disappeared, and the cracked space slowly closed.

"It seems that this power is better to use less. Emperor Zhu Wuhuang had palpitations, and then closed the window and went to bed.

At night, the thick black ink that seems to be indissolvable, everything is submerged in it.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling, especially in the silence of the night.

Time was passing bit by bit, and I don't know how long it took, but Emperor Zhu Wu, who had been sleeping in his clothes, slowly opened his eyes in the dark.

At the same time, Liu Congwen in the next room also opened his eyes at this time.

Stepping lightly on the bed, an inexplicable sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart, he leaned his back against the wall, and reached out to slowly open a gap in the wooden window.

Outside the window, the mountain rain was pouring down, and the original inky darkness reflected the dappled fire at this moment.

Liu Congwen's gaze slowly moved down, and at this glance, he felt a cool breath coming from the back of his head, and it was cold from head to toe in an instant.

I saw that in this heavy rain curtain, the figures dressed in pitch-black hats, holding long knives in one hand and torches in the other were surrounded from all directions.

The streets that had been empty were now filled with scorching torches, and a steady stream of figures emerged from the darkness.

The dripping hats were connected outside the inn.

Gently closing the wooden window, Liu Congwen was ready to go out to inform Emperor Zhu Wu.

Who knew that the wooden door was locked from the outside, and before Liu Congwen was ready to break the door, a blade was inserted obliquely from the outside, directly splitting half of the wooden door.

The door panels were scattered, and the big Zhu Wuhuang, who was holding a long knife, appeared outside the door.

"Let's go!" Emperor Zhu Wu said concisely, and directly turned around and ran to the other room.

Liu Congwen, who came back to his senses, chased him out directly, and said urgently, "We're in trouble, the inn, there are people outside the inn!"

A knife split open the locked wooden door, Zhou Li's short and fat figure rushed out directly, and a fat face panicked, "No, it's not good, we're surrounded by people!"

"Did you offend anyone, there are thousands of people outside, to say the least!" Liu Congwen frowned, looked at Zhou Li and said.

Zhou Li immediately cried and said with a sad face, "Heaven and earth can be learned, I Zhou Li is not sprinkled with water in the court, the party does not fight, trembling like walking on thin ice and living like a grandson, the whole world is to offend me, how can I offend others." ”

Maybe it makes sense, Liu Congwen nodded and said, "That's right, you guy is a bully who is afraid of the strong, and it can be regarded as a man to offend so many people." ”

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to have endured great humiliation, his fat face turned red, and his trembling halberd pointed out, "Okay, good you Liu Congwen, it turns out that you always thought I was not a man, today, I will let you see what a man is!"

Zhou Li slapped the railing beside him, and the lobby on the first floor suddenly lit up with firelight, and the skinny-legged Xiao Er hurriedly shouted, "They are all there!"

When he arrived, the figures in the robes rushed to the second floor like beasts.

"Let your mother's ghost scream!" Liu Congwen kicked Zhou Li's ass, and then looked at Emperor Zhu Wuhuang.

A pitch-black long knife was handed to Liu Congwen, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang said lightly, "Kill it." ”

"Okay!" Liu Congwen promised, and his heart suddenly felt heroic.

After he took the long knife, he directly kicked on the railing with his strength, and his body was like thunder, and the first few people who rushed up only felt that their eyes were dark, and the next moment they were broken into two pieces with knives.

Great Zhu Wuhuang was still standing in place, the fire in his eyes could not be extinguished, and the long sword in his hand had been suspended in the air for some time.

Bits of light gradually condensed around the blade, and the originally dim inn gradually brightened.

The rain seems to be endless, and it is not enough to completely submerge this small town halfway up the mountain.

Outside the inn, countless figures dressed in hats and robes, holding torches, stood in the leg-deep stagnant water, waiting quietly.

The rain slipped down the brim of the hat, flooding everyone's vision.

A touch of martyrdom lit up from the inn, and even the outside of the inn was illuminated as day, and then the light disappeared, along with the screams in the inn.

The next moment, the wooden walls of the inn suddenly broke open, and two figures flew out.

And the figure of the cloak that was surrounded moved almost at the same time.

At some point, an extra bundle of dense nets appeared in their hands, and at the same time as the inn was broken, the dense net was cast.

A dense net as thick as a finger opened up in the wind and threw at the two figures from all directions.

Liu Congwen, who fell into the water, did not pause at all, raised his knife and slashed at the dense net.

Haoshen's saber is still sharp, even if it cuts through ten layers, it can't withstand the dense net that has no break and is overwhelming.

Trapped head-on, almost at the same time, nearly twenty long knives slashed at him.

"Zheng!"

A golden and iron strike resounded, and Liu Congwen, whose brain was empty for a moment, only felt that a figure flashed in front of him, and then protected him in front of him.

The long knife was pressed, but it was the long sword that was cut on the back, and the figure of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang sank slightly, and then looked at Liu Congwen, "Rush out." ”

After finishing speaking, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang turned his back with a sword, picking a hole in the dense and thick net, and the disturbing sword dance then penetrated from the blade of the sword, twisting the dense net to pieces.

Looking at the figure in front of him that seemed to be fearless and tireless, Liu Congwen had only one thought in his heart at the moment, to share for him or bear some of the hardships that he only endured alone.

Standing up with a knife on the ground, Liu Congwen once again raised the knife and stood beside him.

The two of them stood side by side, even though there were endless hats in front of them.

The corpse minced by the Sword Dance mixed with sticky blood fell under his feet, causing ripples in layers.

The stagnant water gradually turned from cloudy to blood-red, while the color was still deepening.

The mountain rain still kept falling, and the rain slid down the hat and dripped under the feet, making a blood-colored splash.

No matter how large the number of people was, the two figures still firmly advanced forward, and the people who surrounded them all became members of the river of blood behind them.

This situation came to an abrupt end until a beam of light with a strange glow hit the side of the Great Zhu Wuhuang without warning.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang stood still, but his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a wisp of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Congwen, who was on his side, forced back the clothed man who rushed up with a knife, and scooped up Emperor Zhu Wuhuang from the blood like crazy.

"How are you? Don't scare me, you're so powerful......" Liu Congwen shook the figure in his arms at a loss.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang opened his mouth slightly, and said angrily, "It hurts." ”

On his left rib, a fist-sized hole of blood flowed spontaneously.

With the passage of qi and blood, the power of the rules that had been silent in the body also raged in the body.

Liu Congwen covered the wound with his hand in a panic, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll take you out of here immediately." ”

As he spoke, Liu Congwen directly picked up Da Zhu Wuhuang, and with a long knife, he pointed at the clothed man who was blocking in front of him, "Get out!"

The people in the clothes who had already been killed to the cold subconsciously took a few steps back.

Even if there was only one person left at this time, they still didn't dare to rush forward, fear, constantly gnawing at their hearts.

The long knives they relied on for survival, as well as the number of people, were not even as good as tofu when facing these two people, and they were easily cut into several pieces, and even breaking their hands and feet with a ruthless technique became a luxury.

Even though the two of them looked like they were struggling to survive now, these clothed people didn't dare to rush forward to be unjust ghosts at this time.

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

The blood on the long knife dripped from itself, and Liu Congwen's face was fierce, and he carried the Great Zhu Wuhuang in the stagnant water.

No one dared to step forward, and all the people in the clothes were constantly retreating, but they did not disperse.

And at this moment, a gloomy voice sounded from the darkness, "Put him down, and the knife in your hand, and I'll let you go." ”

Under the reflection of the torches, a long-haired old man in a white robe slowly moved over, stepping on the water and looking at Liu Congwen condescendingly.

"It's you?!" Liu Congwen said in disbelief.

"What if it's an old man?" the hood on his head was torn off, revealing a very strange and familiar cheek.

On a wrinkled face, the right half of the face is as usual, but the left half of the face is densely covered with lilac lines, and the eyes are full of gloom.

The appearance of this long-haired old man today is very different from what he used to be on the frontier wall.

"Leave him, and the knife in your hand, and I will let you go, or you will stay together." The long-haired old man's face was gloomy, and strange fluctuations began to slowly condense in the palm of his hand that reached forward.

When Liu Congwen heard this, he sneered, "What if I don't let it go?"

The long-haired old man grinned slowly, "That old man doesn't dislike killing one more." ”

At this time, an urgent cry sounded, "Wait a minute, Immortal Lao's subordinates will be merciful!"

With the sound of hula hula wading water, a short and fat figure quickly squeezed into the encirclement.

"Zhou Li, didn't I let you go first?" Liu Congwen frowned.

Zhou Li walked quickly and said in a low voice, "What are you going, how can I go if you are here." ”

Then he looked at the long-haired old man, and re-piled a smile that could get tired of the dead, "Who should I be, it turned out that the immortal old man came, you must have come to urge the prince of the Son of Heaven to go to the post as soon as possible, right, you can rest assured, we will leave immediately." ”

After speaking, Zhou Li hurriedly pulled Liu Congwen and prepared to leave.

"Wait—did I say let you go?"