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Night is falling.

In a dark, damp alley, lanterns are lit and fires are faintly lit.

A girl in pink and a young man in Tsing Yi came out with an umbrella. Not far behind him, followed by an old man in sackcloth and straw shoes.

The girl's temples are high, her complexion is white and greasy, and her pretty snowy neck is like a proud swan, long and raised.

The young man in Tsing Yi holding an umbrella is thin, and even though he is wearing an extraordinarily plain coarse cloth shirt that has been washed by pulp, he still does not hide his character demeanor like Zhilan.

The girl took a light pause, turned around and said in a glutinous voice: "Uncle Liu, just send it here." ”

The voice is like smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, with a hint of tranquility in the coldness.

Hearing this, the old man's face was grateful: "Miss He, come often when you have time, your aunt thinks about you." ”

On He Xiang's delicate and picturesque eyebrows, the autumn waves were shining, and he smiled: "Well, Uncle Liu, then we will come back another day." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, I'll ask your aunt to cook a few good dishes for you another day." ”

He Xiang smiled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he and the rough-clothed young man beside him walked towards the entrance of the alley.

"Xiang'er, be careful. ”

The rough-clothed young man held up an umbrella and hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect a wooden signboard at the entrance of the alley.

This hand is slender and white, and there is no callus that should be due after a long period of work.

He Xiangxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with the intimacy in Han Xiangzi's tone.

However, the girl's heart is complex and changeable, and she doesn't say much.

Instead, he turned his head and smiled at Han Xiangzi, his eyes were bright and beautiful.

He said softly, "Thank you, Xiangzi." ”

Han Xiangzi had a tube of hole flute hanging from his waist, and a bulging medicine bag behind him.

Hearing this, his chest was straight, his eyes were slightly bright, the corners of his mouth were curled, and he smiled.

The two of them didn't say much, and walked slowly on the mouth of the alley full of sewage.

In the hazy rain and mist, a green umbrella was held high, and a young man with a long package on his back was pale, holding a sword, and coughing from time to time.

On the green tile eaves of the houses on both sides, the rain flows endlessly.

The streets are far away.

Lu Bei walked forward quickly, planning to find an inn to rest first, and then find someone to inquire about the location of the He family's mansion tomorrow.

The sky was getting dark, and when I passed through an alley, two figures holding umbrellas suddenly stepped out.

Lu Bei subconsciously stretched out his hand to block, because he learned the lesson of hurting his bangs before, this time he shot very measuredly, and did not use much force.

However, the palm feels soft to the touch, and I subconsciously knead it twice.

...... Damn it.

Lu Bei smiled bitterly in his heart, and quickly withdrew his hand as if he was lightning fast.

Boom.

Outside the ground, He Xiangjiao's body staggered, and her white and greasy jade face was full of redness, and then turned angry.

The pretty face is cold, her eyes are cold, and she purses her lips and is silent.

Lu Bei coughed and said with a sneering expression: "I'm sorry." ”

Han Xiangzi said angrily: "How did you walk, you almost hit someone." ”

Lu Bei coughed a few times, turned his head, and said apologetically: "This brother Tai, I'm really sorry." ”

Seeing the person in front of him, the anger on his face was still unabated.

Lu Bei hurriedly explained: "When we arrived here, we saw that it was getting late, and we were eager to find an inn to rest. If there is a collision, please forgive me. ”

Han Xiangzi's anger eased slightly, but he still looked at Lu Bei with unkind eyes.

He Xiang glanced coldly at the sword-wielding young man not far away, and then said softly: "Xiangzi, let's go." ”

Han Xiangzi snorted coldly at Lu Bei, didn't speak, turned around and followed He Xiang.

Lu Bei smiled helplessly.

Xindao, during this time, it is really a constant success.

But when I felt it, the slippery feeling that remained on my fingertips shook my head.

Heart, put it this way...... Isn't it too shameless?

Without further thought, he strode towards an inn with a swaying sign in the distance.

In the inn.

Lu Bei took a bath, changed into a simple robe, and used food. Put away the [Jinse] Yaoqin and meditate cross-legged on the bed.

Along the way, he never stopped practicing Bajiquan.

Whether it was boxing or swordsmanship, as his existing means of protection, how could he not practice hard.

Swordsmanship has reached the extreme realm of the world.

But there is still some room for improvement in the cultivation of internal strength, in his previous life, he studied the inner boxing, all the way from the bright strength to the dark energy.

Now it has reached the realm of the master of national arts.

In fact, ancient books record that Neijiaquan has the legendary Gangjin realm, and even the Danjin realm.

But in the last life, science proved that the so-called strength was just the imagination of people who practiced martial arts. As for Dan Jin, it is even more mythical to form a Dan of Qi and Blood at the dantian.

He originally thought that the future of martial arts was cut off. I didn't want him to be in Xiya Mountain before, and under the indignation, he drew his sword and left a word. By chance, he actually touched the threshold of a trace of strength.

Martial arts, although they can't transcend the sainthood, live forever. But as a temporary means of protection for him, it is also possible.

In fact, he didn't think about cultivating the magic tricks from the memory of the ghost immortal Yu Qing.

But that trick is just to come out of the shadow, travel by day, travel at night, possess the body, and manifest...... Cultivating the path of the Yin God.

He came all the way, and heard people talk about it more than once, and the true immortal has a double cultivation. This means of cultivating the Yin God to abandon the physical body, until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and he is desperate, how can he go.

Alas...... The thought of this is a long sigh. He had already experienced the difficulty of seeking the way.

Three kowtows before the road, seeking an immortal method.

When and where is his method of immortality?

North of Lingling County. The county governs Lingling County.

Above a small river, a stone arch bridge stands silently.

By the river, a few thick tree trunks stretched out, and the fragrance of the evening breeze shone in a delicate and lush fragrance.

An old man with a strange appearance and beautiful appearance, holding a cloth flag, quietly sat on the stone pier at the head of the stone arch bridge.

Under the cold moon, the green hookah waves flowed.

The old man looked boredly at the moon shadow in the river, and gently threw a stone.

The moon shadow is mottled, sparse and oblique, and broken into a little streamer.

The old man frowned, and pinched his fingers again, but he still couldn't figure it out.

muttered, "Land of Nine Doubts...... Where are the nine doubts? ”

The Nine Doubts Ding is indeed worthy of the Five Emperors, and it is covered by humane luck. With his good judgment of yin and yang, and knowing the ability of heaven, he is unexpectedly unpredictable.

If there is a human luck artifact in hand, with a trace of induction to look for it, it is very likely to be found.

Pity. The artifact of humanity and luck has long been extinct in the Three Realms.

Thinking of this, the old man had no intention of calculating, suppressed a trace of regret in his heart, and said: "After looking for a few more days, I can't find any clues, so I can only give up." ”

The old man stood up, picked up the flag, and lifted his feet away from the place.

Under the moonlight, on the cloth flag, there is a faint line of handwriting.

[Talking about the wind and rain, the next pen is terrifying. 】

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Following.

The air after the rain is exceptionally fresh.

Lu Bei pushed the window and looked out, only to see that on the sparse streets, there were gradually early risers busy.

Lu Bei went downstairs to have a meal, and after asking the inn guys, he learned that the He family was located in the east of the city.

When. The weather is still overcast.

Lu Bei picked up the [Jinse] package, lifted the Chixiao Sword, and strode towards He Fu.

Outside the house.

Lu Bei stood quietly, looking at the deep mansion compound of He Mansion, silent in thought.

Although the father-in-law of this predecessor was a scholar, he knew how to make a living in the economy. Unlike the father of the predecessor, he lived in a small mountain village in Mongolia, teaching and lecturing, and living in poverty.

Looking up, I saw two half-human-high stone lions, standing in front of the door of He Mansion, majestic.

Zhumen bronze pillar, stone steps three layers. Under the corridor, there are four families, divided into two sides.

It is worthy of being the home of poetry and books, hairpins, and cherries, and a big family.

Lu Bei took a step forward and was about to step up the stone steps.

Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears.

"Why are you again...... What are you doing here?"

Lu Bei looked back and saw a young man wearing a long gown of Ge cloth, not far away, holding a tube of hole flute, looking at him in surprise.

Lu Bei smiled faintly and said in a clear voice: "This brother, don't come to harm." ”

"Hmph. ”

With a cold snort, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy didn't say much, and he went to the gate of He Mansion first.

Lu Bei shook his head and smiled, disapproving. A trace of doubt floated in his heart, but he was suppressed by it in an instant. Take a step and go up the stone steps.