The big ship shook in the rapids, and the sailors threw out their anchor heads and hung them on the bolts of the ferry, slowly stabilized their bodies, and gradually leaned towards the pier, tied the cables, and the whole big ship stopped in the berth section of the ferry.

Telescopic planks were placed on the deck, and everyone on board stepped out of the ship in an orderly manner.

Several of the brothers of the snake pivot gathered around and handed Chu Rong'er an oilcloth umbrella to prevent the torrential rain from pouring down and soaking her dress.

Stepping on the plank road of the wharf all the way, walking through three or five short pavilions, and finally arrived at Shabai Town.

Move a few steps, in a matter of moments.

Chu Rong'er entered an inn with several snake hubs' retinue.

The gold-lettered plaque hangs above the door wall of the eaves, and the four big characters are magnificent, swallowing the elephant and riding the dragon.

"Leaning Column Inn"!

The shopkeeper Xiao Er stepped forward, packed up the umbrella, beckoned a few people to sit down, brought a pot of ginger tea and poured it into the cup, and let them take a sip to drive away the cold.

Chu Rong'er casually greeted a few dishes, and the shopkeeper Xiao Er echoed "Okay" and ran to the back cabinet to arrange.

She untied her waist and put it on the table, took off her cloak, and took it to the stove in the middle of the room to stand it up, and dried it to be worn for the future.

The guest rooms are also packed up in advance, and if the weather lasts for a few days, I am afraid that I will have to stay here.

After dinner, everyone went back to the house, washed their legs and feet, and slept comfortably for the night.

On the second day, the rain was still rapid, and the water was flowing all over the street below the Leaning Fence Inn.

The things in the world are such a coincidence, and when you go out and encounter rain, it is still continuous and stirring for several days.

Chu Rong'er sat in front of the viewing window pavilion upstairs, picked up the cream with her right foot, picked up the cotton cloth dipped in wine and wiped it inch by inch, her tender cheeks reflected the blade of the sword, and the chain rope of the colorful shark beads loomed.

Looking back on the past, thinking about a snowy day in the middle of winter, when he met Ye Luo, he was dying, pulling the torn clothes on his chest, shivering from the cold, and a little heartbroken.

Suddenly, there was a shout downstairs, and several people in robes and long knives gathered together, and the horses' hooves trampled on the water.

Chu Rong'er pushed open the window and looked closely, the long knives in those people's hands were stained with blood, shook her head and pointed to a row of houses opposite, and ordered a search.

After the half-pillar of incense, two people in the cloth stood in front of the horse with a long knife and a Confucian shirt.

The two clothed men pressed down with their knives and made the man in white kneeling. The man in the Confucian shirt shook his shoulders twice, shook off the two of them, and the two of them were angry, raised their feet and kicked at the man's small strands, pressing down on their shoulders.

The man in the Confucian shirt has a strong waist, standing upright and not kneeling.

Seeing this, the man in the cloth on horseback rose up and kicked it out, and the man in the Confucian shirt fell on his back and fell into the water, and the blood droplets on his forearm soaked in the water, staining a pool of scattered blood.

The two men in the clothes ran up and grabbed the man, kicked him down, and knelt in the water of the street.

The man in the coat on horseback wore black leather boots, walked two steps, splashed a ball of water, and the long knife picked up the man's jaw, and began to ask: "What about that slut, where are you hiding?"

The man in the Confucian shirt spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, wiped it with his long sleeves with water, and smiled at the sky: "You pigs and dogs are not as good as you, and you are also worthy of the identity of the Jianghu sect, ridiculous!"

"Tell me quickly, where are the people, the uncle doesn't have time to talk to your master. The person who pinched the knife pressed forward, and the tip of the knife was still half an inch from his throat.

"Hmph, people, I don't know, if you want to kill or chop, you can do it, so as not to delay my time on the road, and I can't come back in time to ask for my life. ”

"Your kid has a pretty hard mouth, believe it or not I pried open your mouth and cut out your tongue?"

The man gritted his teeth, "You scum of the rivers and lakes, what can't you do!"

Two men stuffed their fingers into his nose, and in an instant, the man in the Confucian shirt was in unbearable pain, shed tears, and opened his mouth to choke.

"Say, uncle, there is a limit to my patience!" The man who pinched the knife kicked the man in the Confucian shirt and threatened him with a knife.

The man in the Confucian shirt supported his whole body with one arm, closed his eyes, and was too lazy to speak.

The leader of the man-pinching knife raised his long knife, and the raindrops splashed on the blade.

Dropping the knife, a sword flew out from a steep height, blocking the blade and bouncing the clothed man back two steps.

Chu Rong'er kicked over the two clothed men with her feet, and helped the man in the Confucian shirt up. He rolled his eyes and asked loudly, "Why did you kill?"

The person who pinched the knife and slashed it with a knife, and swung it at her Tianling Gai, Chu Rong'er threw up a cluster of splashes and hit him in the eyes, and the person who pinched the knife covered his face in pain, wiped two handfuls, and then opened it slightly.

"Where did the wild girl come from, the dog takes the mouse, and is nosy!"

Chu Rong'er sneered solemnly: "I'm in charge of this matter!"

The man in the cloth changed his knife momentum, sharpened the knife and attacked, tilted his head and ordered several subordinates to rush up together.

Chu Rong'er helped the man leaning against the stone heel of the street next to him, and raised his sword to stand in the pouring rain.

The group of people in the clothes was aggressive, and there was still a force on the blade, and they came with a column of water to kill, Chu Rong'er jumped a sword on her back, held five or six long knives, turned over and swept it, and cut the grass pole of the people in the clothes to fall, and the clothes broke a large piece. The leader of the clothed guest swooped down two steps, and a strong killing knife aura was pressed into the air, and Rong'er dodged with water, dodging a knife.

Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!

Chu Rong'er used the swordsmanship of cutting plums and flowers in the ghost valley tomb, a snake spirit walked, and a sword stabbed a clothed man to death.

The people in the lily clothes were stunned, and roared wildly to bring out a knife that slashed her throat and chest. Chu Rong'er pressed backwards, and her toes were on the water and she retreated.

"Smack!"

Chu Rong'er used a force under her feet, her feet turned, and with a lunge, she swept out, and a group of people in robes who attacked the knife were cut off half of their bellies, and blood flowed down.

The man in the cloth who took the lead frowned, and ordered his men to kill the man in the Confucian shirt, and at the same time raised his sword to kill her.

Chu Rong'er jumped onto the eaves with a whirlwind, condensed sword qi into a scabbard, rubbed her hands and pushed, penetrating the two clothed men who were raising their knives to kill the man in the Confucian shirt, and poked out two small holes in her shoulders.

The man in the coat at the head was stunned, took off the blade in his hand, knelt on the ground and cried for mercy.

"The woman spares her life, the woman spares her life!"

Chu Rong'er didn't say a word, and walked directly to the man in the Confucian shirt.

"Tick!"

The sound of water droplets splashed, and a long knife felt in the back.

Chu Rong'er raised her head and took a butterfly dance step, and a stalk of clear frost had already flown out.

"Smack!"

The long knife was inserted into the door panel, and the man in the cloth fell into the water with a clatter, and Chu Rong'er picked up the long sword and dragged it under his waist.

The wind and rain were slanting, the streets were full of blood, the withered yellow of the grass clothes had been soaked into blood red, the corpses were lying all over the place, and the horses shaking their heads in the distance were really miserable.

Several snake guards rushed out of the door, their faces solemn and deep.

Chu Rong'er ordered a few people to evacuate with the man in the Confucian shirt, went upstairs by herself, took the package, and flew down on the street to follow behind the snake guard.

The heavy rain was pouring, and it was quite difficult to walk, and Chu Rong'er didn't dare to stop for a single step, if she was chased and killed by the forces behind the group of clothed people, she would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Out of the lanes of Shabai Town, they walked along the grass-colored path in the suburbs, first found a place to stay, helped the man in the Confucian shirt to treat his wounds, and asked about the situation before making plans.

After two hours of driving, listening to the instructions of the man in the Confucian shirt, they finally found a cave.

Chu Rong'er was wet all over, but fortunately she was dressed thicker, otherwise she would show her spring.