Meng Bajiu smelled the smell of the butterfly tail sword, and then inserted the snatched sword in front of him, and stomped his foot lightly, without the ground shaking, without roaring and trembling.

The raindrops all over the street were still.

Meng Bajiu stretched out two fingers, and with a mysterious stroke in the air, a drop of rain instantly drifted to her chest. Then she looked intently at the raindrop, as if she had received some command, and the raindrop came to life at once.

Buzz.

The raindrops began to spin and vibrate in the air at a terrifying speed, perhaps too fast, and in a trance, it seemed that sparks could be seen.

Meng Bajiu grinned at the stone bridge not far away, and flicked his index finger and middle finger in the air.

The raindrops hanging in the air disappeared with a bang.

One breath.

From the entrance of Yongning Street, where Meng Bajiu was located, to the stone bridge where the two old men with swords were standing, a spark passed through the air, as if it tore the air, and as if it pierced all the dust, and came in a daze.

The rain in the night sky finally landed.

Under the stone bridge is Luoshui, the water splashes are windless and automatic, and the water ripples.

The raindrops controlled by Meng Bajiu rowed through Luoshui, and a string of river fish died, rowing across the wooden boat on Luoshui, and the wooden oars were broken in the center.

The two sword-wielding old men saw Meng Bajiu's grin, and also saw Meng Bajiu's finger in the air, and also saw the whole process of Meng Bajiu's battle just now, so there was no underestimating the enemy, and they didn't dare to underestimate the enemy.

The first time.

The two great cultivators, the true yuan of the whole body was mobilized, and the vitality was released ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, five barriers were laid in front of them.

The butterfly tail sword and the butterfly tail mother sword were unsheathed at the same time, and the two old men holding the sword believed: "No matter who it is, no matter which sect it is, no matter what kind of swordsmanship." At this moment, if you are prepared, don't even think about taking advantage of it. ”

And then.

One breath passed, five breaths passed, and ten breaths passed.

Nothing happened, the five-layer Yuan Qi barrier, and there was not a trace of waves.

After half a ring, the old man holding the butterfly-tailed female sword turned around and left without saying a word, and the five-layer barrier that had been painstakingly arranged was broken in an instant, and the vitality condensed around his body quickly contracted back into his body.

The old man beside him looked confused: "What happened just now, what's going on, is the battle over?"

Night rain.

Cold.

The old man was the first to leave, a strand of hair fluttering in the wind along his sideburns, and his hair was originally straight one by one, without the slightest bend. And the strands of hair that floated into the air were all curled at the ends, and the color was slightly yellowish if you looked closely, and if you got closer, you could smell a faint smell of burning.

Raindrops from Meng Bajiu.

Rapidly spinning, like a raindrop of sparks, has been burning off the old man's sideburns and hair!

Unbelievable swordsmanship, if this can also be called swordsmanship.

"Don't you go yet, you can't stop other people's swords at close range, and you can't fight as fast as anyone else, so what face do you have to stay and bring humiliation on yourself?" the old man scolded at Lao Mu.

Lao Mu couldn't guess for a while, but the old man had already seen it clearly: "The raindrops, it looks like rain, but in fact, what is operating inside is the supreme sword qi of the Sword Gate." ”

"Hey. Meng Bajiu suddenly greeted, "You two just left?"

"The old man admits defeat, kills people too much, and has to spare people and spare people. The old man was very open-minded, but what he thought like this, others might not think like that.

Meng Bajiu said very seriously: "Who said they were going to kill you?

Meng Bajiu's excitement came from the butterfly tail sword, she didn't have the heart to kill people now, and besides, there was no need for that, there was really no need for that.

"Bang dang!"

The sword fell to the ground, and the two great cultivators turned their backs and left.

Since Meng is up to eight or nine o'clock, they should understand the rules and understand the general situation, this is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes of cultivators......

......

There is a temple in the west of Luoyang City.

There is a building on the square in front of the temple.

On the east side of the building squatted a morning bell, and on the west side of the building there was a twilight drum.

The night rain gradually stopped, and the city was filled with a layer of early spring cold, and a crescent moon quietly emerged from the clouds, and three or two black crows let out filthy calls.

There is no bell in the middle of the night, but there is endless loneliness and tranquility.

At the corner of the high wall of the temple, there is a row of eaves that extend out, and the high wall blocks the wind and the eaves shelter from the rain.

An honest middle-aged man still came out of his stall in the night rain, selling supper and making handmade wontons.

Ning Shi followed Meng Bajiu to find the taste, put away the umbrella and sat down, his wine strength had not completely passed, but his stomach had already been empty, and he was hungry and panicked.

Meng Bajiu first shook the raindrops off his shirt and wiped the stool, and then sat down upright: "Boss, two bowls of wontons, one bowl with more wontons and less soup, and one bowl with more soup and less wontons." Green onions and coriander, add more sesame oil, and then a head of garlic. ”

The middle-aged man smiled innocently: "Come on, you wait, it'll be fine right away." ”

Moment.

Two bowls of steaming small wontons were served, the bowls were large and generous. Green onions are accompanied by coriander, dripping a few drops of sesame oil, taking a bite, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the hot little wontons go down from the position of the throat and eyes, and the whole body is warm.

Meng Bajiu took the bowl of wontons by himself, and pushed the soup in front of Ning Shi: "If you're drunk, drink some wonton soup to warm your stomach." ”

Ning Shi squinted his eyes with chopsticks and pulled them twice, then raised his head and looked at Meng Bajiu: "Auntie, I'm hungry, I want to eat more wontons." ”

Meng Bajiu didn't seem to hear it, and tasted it slowly and reasonably, and the food was extremely sweet.

The ravioli is good.

Mood is better.

The penultimate sword, Meng Bajiu ate the butterfly tail child, she could already smell the smell of the sword immortal, and the excitement naturally didn't need to be said, and even hummed a little song.

Jiangnan's soft voice and soft words were sung from the voice of a female sword cultivator, which was a little more interesting......

......

Looking east from the morning bell and dusk drum tower, about 300 steps, you can see a six-storey loft, the first pavilion in Luoyang, and the rain pavilion.

Yesterday's Luoyang was rainy and rainy, but today is a sunny day.

Three poles on the sun.

Lying under the morning bell, Ning Shi, who was sleeping soundly with his buttocks, finally woke up leisurely, full of sunshine, he was woken up by the sun.

"Ahh As soon as he woke up, he sneezed, Ning Shi rubbed the tip of his nose and muttered, "Where did the fragrance of flowers come from?

Ning Shi shook his little head, stretched his waist, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and subconsciously shouted, "Auntie, what time is it?"

"Auntie, I'm hungry, what do you have for breakfast?"

"Hey, auntie, what are you doing?"

Shout three times in a row.

There was no answer.

Ning Shi stood up suspiciously, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and leaned on the edge of the bell tower to look around: "The eyes are full of peach blossoms, and the swords in the attic are full." ”

On the avenue leading to Tingyu Pavilion, Peach Blossom put out four huge words: "Spring Hall Sword Meeting." ”

Under the peach tree.

In the middle of the street.

A woman who was extremely cold and glamorous, dressed in white, without a sword in her hand, came with a negative hand.