The figure was far away, and the surroundings gradually quieted down, and the middle-aged man paced around the tea-stained floor, and he felt a little uneasy.

At this moment, the sky outside, which was still quite clear, turned out to be a light rain, and twilight followed, and the sky and the earth were dark, and even the eaves not far away were already blurred.

At the same time, an oil-paper umbrella appeared on the street where the teahouse is located, and the surface of the umbrella was painted with smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which added a bit of spirituality under the infiltration of rainwater, as if it were a real scene.

The man holding the oil-paper umbrella was wearing a cyan robe, he slowly walked to the front of the teahouse, raised the umbrella slightly, revealing a handsome and elegant face, looking at the second floor fixedly, through the window, only the roof and the empty space.

After a few breaths, the figure of the middle-aged man with a white wolf embroidered on his chest appeared in the window, and he looked at the beautiful and miserable umbrella with an indifferent expression.

The sound of rain was ticking, and a seemingly murderous aura filled the air above the street.

The man in Tsing Yi slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella, let the autumn rain wet his green silk, and asked in harmony with the figure on the second floor, "But Mr. Luo?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, his originally kind and calm cheeks were instantly covered with edges and corners, and his body began to exude a violent aura.

"Your Excellency?"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, "Nobody, you won't defile Mr. Luo's clear ears." ”

"Okay, so I don't have to worry too much about it. The middle-aged man's words were light and light, as if he was just sighing casually. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the hazy eaves in the distance, and said, "Then let's start." ”

As soon as these words came out, four figures appeared on the street upstairs, surrounding the man in green clothes.

With a cold shout, the four of them had already attacked the man holding the oil-paper umbrella.

I saw that the four sword lights cut through the void like a shocking thunderbolt, and slashed at the man in unison, before the sword light spilled, the four figures were hit in the chest by a cloud of water, scattered and flew away, and there was no breath after falling to the ground.

Mr. Luo applauded lightly, and praised in his mouth: "Good cultivation." It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves. ”

The man in Tsing Yi sneered slightly: "It's just that they are too weak." ”

Mr. Luo was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "That makes sense." ”

At this moment, the man in Tsing Yi felt an extremely fierce aura rushing here, his brows frowned slightly, and he no longer spoke.

Mr. Luo also seemed to feel it, he restrained his smile, and his body was surrounded by a faint dark cyan luster, like a crystal clear green warm jade.

There was an explosion in the air, the eaves of the teahouse were shattered, and Mr. Luo was also in the middle of the fine autumn rain.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?" asked Mr. Luo in a solemn voice, putting away his previous contempt.

"How about one person, one problem?" The tone of the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be discussed, but it was not negotiable.

Mr. Luo groaned slightly, "Okay." ”

"Chen Dingguo. ”

"Good name. Mr. Luo praised.

"Our dynasty has been dead for more than a hundred years, and the descendants of the royal family have long been scattered all over the country, why are they frequently arrested in recent days? What do you want to do in the Imperial City Division?" asked the man in Tsing Yi named Chen Dingguo lightly and lightly.

Mr. Luo sighed slightly, "It's just looking for your hidden treasure house." Legend has it that although the Chen clan has not been established for a long time, they have treasured many cultivation classics and divine weapons. ”

Chen Dingguo was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the people of the Imperial City Division were actually looking for something legendary.

"It's just a rumor, if there are really these things, Jiangnan Zhuzhou may still be surnamed Chen. ”

Mr. Luo looked at Chen Dingguo's reaction with interest, "Is it really not?"

"I don't know. ”

After getting the answer, the dark blue luster on Mr. Luo's body began to gradually thicken, illuminating the space around him a few feet, like the stars on a summer night.

The dilapidated teahouse, as well as everything inside, was crushed by the sharp breath and fell with the rain.

Chen Dingguo took a deep breath, and the wisps of rain in front of him condensed into countless transparent rain swords, stabbing towards the teahouse.

For a moment, if a thunderstorm exploded in the street, the houses near the teahouse split and scattered like papier-mâché, and the wood chips and stones shot into the distance like meteors.

A muffled snort sounded on the street, and Chen Dingguo took half a step back, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Luo on the second floor took a few steps back, his sleeves shattered and he stood out of thin air, I don't know when, there was a long sword glowing with turquoise light in his hand, the sword body was more than three feet, pointing obliquely at the street, and the luster on his body was a little brighter.

Chen Dingguo, who was standing on the ground, twisted the handle of the umbrella lightly, and drew out an unpretentious short sword, the blade of which was only two feet and one inch. He pointed the tip of his sword at Mr. Luo, and with a light send, countless sword shadows passed through the layers of rain curtains, enveloping Mr. Luo's body.

A lightning-like light burst in the void, causing the rain to fall from the sky to detach itself from its original trajectory and disappear silently, turning into a huge cloud of rain and mist, which swirled above the teahouse.

The man in Tsing Yi named Chen Dingguo held up the oil-paper umbrella again, and slowly disappeared into the darkness, and there were bursts of coughing sound in the rain curtain in the distance, and the coughing sound was mixed with some foreign objects, which was very painful.

After a while, a figure broke through the rain, standing where Chen Dingguo was standing just now, he felt the residual battle intent in the air, and pondered the battle scene between the two just now.

Then, he glanced at Mr. Luo, who was covered with countless small wounds, and a faint sadness rose between the corners of his eyes, and then he sighed and disappeared into the dark night.

......

On the other hand, Geng Huyuan and Meng Ran walked out of the teahouse together, and before they walked too far, they felt that the sky had changed a little, and Geng Huyuan said casually: "It's really evil, this weather won't be raining." ”

Meng Ran looked up at the clouds that had begun to gather in the sky, and shook his head, "It seems that this rain is set, it was fine just now, how could it be so weird." ”

"Don't say it, go back quickly, there are a lot of troubles today. ”

Two figures, one long and one young, disappeared into the criss-crossing streets.

When a light rain fell in the sky, the two of them had just reached the door of the inn. Meng Ran stood under the plaque at the door of the inn, looked at the rainy air, and sighed slightly, "What the hell is this weather, it's really strange that the rain in July is as soft and weak as spring." ”

Geng Huyuan listened to the movement in the inn and said to Meng Ran: "Let's go, let's go back to the room to rest." ”

When the two of them walked through the lobby and were about to walk up the stairs, Geng Huyuan suddenly shouted, "Little Er, bring me two pots of good wine." ”

The corners of the shopkeeper's mouth curled slightly, but he hid his emotions well, and responded in a loud voice: "Okay, I'll send it in a while." ”

Geng Huyuan waved his hand, "No need, just give it to me now, I'll just take it." ”

The shopkeeper took the empty pot from the wine rack behind the counter, walked quickly to the wine vat on the side, filled it with two jugs, and handed it to Geng Huyuan with both hands.

After taking the drink, the two began to go upstairs.

Meng Ran leaned sideways and whispered, "That little second seems to want to laugh." ”

Geng Huyuan glanced back at the lobby, "It's not surprising, two shallow people who vomited after drinking a few glasses of wine actually asked for two pots of wine, which is funny for everyone." ”

Meng Ran shrugged slightly, looking like I couldn't do anything.

The tapping sound of 'dong dong' disappeared, and the shopkeeper looked at the entrance on the second floor at the end of the stairs and pouted, "It's really strange that there is no good amount of wine and such good wine." ”

He shook his head, and was busy with his work again.

After Meng Ran and Geng Huyuan returned to the room, Meng Ran looked at Geng Huyuan, who was holding two jugs of wine in his hand and a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked curiously, "Uncle Geng, do you want to sleep in a room with me?"

"Or else?"

"Well, I'm not used to ......," Meng Ran said a little wryly.

Geng Huyuan smiled slightly and teased: "What if I'm a big girl? ”

Meng Ran rolled his eyes, "If it's such a big girl and three coarse, I'm afraid I'm going to run away." ”

The two of them burst out laughing.

When the laughter fell, Geng Huyuan took off the lid of the pot and poured the wine into his mouth, and after a few big sips, he praised, "It's really good wine." ”

Immediately, he looked at Meng Ran and asked, "Young Master, do you want to have some?"

Meng Ran looked at Geng Nursing Courtyard, showing a thoughtful look, he remembered that Geng Nursing Yuan was not a person who was greedy for a cup of good wine, how could he react like this today, could it be that there was someone outside?

After thinking for a few breaths, Meng Ran reached out and took the wine jug, and said in his mouth: "It's a rare good day, I will accompany Uncle Geng to drink three hundred cups." ”

The two of them touched each other with the flasks, and the crisp sound of porcelain clashing spread out in all directions, lingering around the quiet room.

Meng Ran followed the example of Geng Huyuan, raised his head and drank to the spout. The wine flowed, and Meng Ran swallowed it in a big gulp, looking drunk.

But if you look closely, you will notice a different detail, although Meng Ran swallowed heavily, only a small amount of wine entered his stomach, and most of the wine flowed down his chin and spilled on the front of his clothes.

More than halfway through a pot of wine, Meng Ran's eyes were clear, but his body was full of wine, if he didn't look carefully, he might think that he was a drunk young drunkard.

Geng Huyuan, who was opposite, smiled and looked at Meng Ran with a look of praise, and then said vaguely: "It's really good wine, I haven't been so happy for a long time." Again. ”

The wine jugs collided, and there was the sound of rushing water, and the two of them began to pour wine again. Why is it poured into wine? How can ordinary people drink alcohol in such a way, they all drink slowly one by one, how can they be like a whale swallowing a cow.

After drinking for a while, Meng Ran learned the tone of Geng Huyuan, as if something was stuffed in his mouth, and his tone was vague: "This wine is really good, than... It's much better than the wine at home, it's really delicious. ”

With a 'poof', Meng Ran sat down on the stool firmly, shaking the wine jug that had bottomed out in his hand.

Then there was another 'dang bang', and the flask slammed to the floor, with a crisp cracking sound.

Geng Huyuan winked at Meng Ran a few times, Meng Ran was relieved, yawned greatly, staggered to the side of the bed, planted his head on it, and after a while, there was a long breathing sound on the bed.