The peach blossom forest was calm and peaceful under the remnant sun, without a trace of vision, let alone a trace of murder.

Ye Guyun stood outside the peach blossom forest, staring at everything here.

His heart seemed to have been merged into the peach blossoms of calm and peace.

Not far away, a girl kicked the shuttlecock with a few naughty boys, the girl had a smile on her face, the corners of the child's mouth drooled, but there was blood in the nose, her heart seemed to have leaped, and she was completely shocked, he seemed to have never seen such a beautiful shuttlecock kicking girl, and a girl on the side kicked the crotch of the drooling and nosebleed boy, saying shameless, and seeing a beautiful woman's eyes straightened, I want to tell my mother when I go back, let her beat your ass.

The child was immediately so frightened that he couldn't even bleed from his nose, saying that this time, he would never dare to do it next time.

Ye Guyun slid over them and saw behind them.

A dying old man sat on the ground, with a bowl in front of him, and there was only one copper plate in it, which was not enough for him to drink tea, and the wrinkles on his cheeks were deep and haggard, and each one seemed to be filled with the misfortunes and disasters of his life.

Because even if they are dying of hunger, they will try their best to live, and they are always desperate and duel with survival.

This is something that most people can't match.

Ye Guyun sighed, and his gaze slid from him to the opposite side again.

Opposite him is a woman who sells tofu, a lonely and empty man as long as he takes a look at her delicate body, he must not be able to sleep when he goes back, even if the heart of the stomach is not hooked away, the soul in the stomach must not be there, there is not much tofu on the stall, her income is obviously very good, she is smiling delicately, laughing happily and joyfully, and always maintains an optimistic attitude towards life and labor.

No matter who can see, even if her husband dies seven or eight, she will be just as happy and joyful, and she will not be a little tired of life, let alone a trace of sadness.

No matter which man is with her, he must be very happy, even if he dies, he dies happily, and it is difficult to be unhappy.

She was smiling at the old man selling tea eggs next to her, he was probably an old bachelor, very lonely and empty, alone in the bed in the middle of the night, must be full of loneliness, nothing else.

Maybe he must have drunk a lot of wine before he went to sleep, and maybe he had the courage to face the loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow, the emptiness that went deep into the soul, only with seven points of drunkenness.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his breathing was unsteady, and even his eyes seemed to have a fire burning.

The delicate woman who sold tofu kept squeezing her eyebrows at him, as if she was afraid that the flame in his eyes would not be fierce enough, and even more afraid that he would not be lonely and empty enough in the middle of the night.

She said, "You are shameless, your face is eight feet thick, and you can't poke through the three grass forks,......。 ”

She scolded and scolded and knocked on the cutting board with a whetstone, knocking very low, scolding very loudly, the old bachelor who sold tea and eggs had been scolded by him to gasp, he seemed to be going to die, as if he couldn't control it, especially the red silk on his eyes, as if he was about to jump out at any time, strangle the little young woman to death, but he wanted to strangle her to death.

He is a man and very lonely, so what he thinks is always boring and without a trace of nutrition.

Ye Guyun didn't want to look any further, he suddenly walked slowly to the front of the interview, asked for a bowl of wontons, and sat quietly outside, staring at the restaurant opposite.

He didn't eat, just sat blankly, waiting for others to come and fight with him, whether it was his own life or someone else's life, he didn't care.

Living alone in the rivers and lakes, sometimes it is really involuntary.

Life or death is not up to oneself.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, and he wasn't worried about that, anything in his hands would turn into a weapon, enough to kill people.

He now held a pair of chopsticks and stared blankly at the remnant sun.

The person by the window in the restaurant behaved like Sven, his eyes flickered, and he was staring at him, this is a man, a man should never stare at a man like this, otherwise he will be scolded for being perverted, not to mention that there is a beautiful woman in his arms, and the rouge pollen on his face seems to be much thicker than the lime on the wall.

Ye Guyun didn't scold, he didn't bother to scold.

The beautiful woman was not jealous either, as if she was too lazy to be jealous.

This Sven man raised his wine glass and didn't drink it, but Sven looked at the bald donkey in the distance, he seemed to hate the bald donkey.

The bald donkey is the monk, and the monk has several incense spots on his head, and the red ones seem to turn into pillars of blood at any time and shoot towards the sky.

The bald donkey's eyes were dim and dull, and years of practice did not seem to stimulate his Buddha nature, but rather made him tired, tired, and lonely.

He sat alone on the lotus platform, and the people who listened to his chanting below were gone, as if he was still reminiscing about the fun and excitement of chanting.

No one knew why he didn't go back to the monastery, only to see him standing forward with one hand, his lips slightly open and closed, as if he was silently reciting the Diamond Sutra, maybe he was reciting the Jackfruit Heart Sutra.

A group of cold and domineering swordsmen slowly walked over from the depths of the peach blossom forest, with no trace of a smile on their faces, and their smiles seemed to be frozen to death.

Such people should have gone to the restaurant, because their shelves are not small, and they should be respected and admired by others when they go there.

Everyone was suddenly attracted by them, and their appearance was undoubtedly a landscape, which dyed the soft remnant sun with coolness, and felt the desolation of the night in advance.

The fried fritter peddler, seeing that they didn't even fry the fritters, suddenly reached into his trouser pocket, held the thing tightly, and his expression became very serious, very nervous, and very panicked, as if he was afraid that they would come and snatch a few copper coins from his trouser pocket.

No one came, but they kept going.

The body is very straight, because they also know that everyone is paying attention to them, and they have to do a good job of the grace of every step, so that they can admire and respect each step with their lives.

Ye Guyun looked at the remnant sun blankly, as if he had been attracted by the remnant yang, he didn't glance at this group of people.

The group of people walked to the noodle stall and suddenly stopped, and everyone on the street stopped looking at them.

The leader is the youngest, the coldest, and the most domineering, he suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Guyun coldly, his words were even colder.

"Ye Guyun?"

Ye Guyun nodded and didn't look at him.

Seeing Ye Guyun nodded, the young man suddenly held the hilt of the sword and held it very tightly, and the dozen or so people behind him also held it very tightly.

They seemed to be fighting hard with Ye Guyun.

The bald donkey quietly touched the wooden stick with his other hand and suddenly knocked on the wooden fish in front of him.

Just as he knocked on it, the person leaning against the window in the restaurant suddenly smashed the wine glass, and he didn't even drink the wine.

It was also at this moment that the people on this street suddenly changed a lot.

The faces of the gentle people in the restaurant suddenly became murderous, indescribable resentment, resentment, that kind of gentle and gentle energy was gone, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves, and the sleeve arrows were already exposed, and the sleeve arrows were shining in the residual sun, and he actually aimed at Ye Guyun, Gege smiled, laughing coldly, cruelly and proudly.

He actually wanted to kill Ye Guyun!

It's a pity that when his hand raised the sleeve arrow, the woman in his arms suddenly changed, as if she was not a woman, let alone a beautiful woman.

She seemed to have become a beast, perhaps more vicious and ferocious than a beast, and she screamed and suddenly put her mouth to his neck, and as her mouth left, the Sven man stared at the pretty woman in a daze, and then died.

At this moment, the fried fritter suddenly took out a hidden weapon from his trouser pocket, and with a strong swing, the cold light flashed in the sky, shooting at the dozen respectable and admirable swordsmen in the center of the street.

More than a dozen swordsmen suddenly screamed and fell down a dozen, each with panic and fear on their faces.

At this moment, the old bachelor who sold tea eggs suddenly took out the eggs from the pot, gritted his teeth and smashed them at Ye Guyun, the pitch-black eggs were as black as a thunderbolt.

If this was a thunderbolt, Ye Guyun would definitely die without a whole body, maybe he wouldn't even be able to find a single hair.

Ye Guyun didn't seem to see it.

At the moment when the old bachelor touched out the pitch-black egg, the smile on the cheeks of the delicate little woman on the side suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of it, and she didn't seduce the old bachelor anymore, and the whetstone in her hand was also released, and her hands quickly took out two hammers from her chest, screaming and laughing madly and smashing them on the old bachelor's body, and she was still drooling in her mouth.

The delicate appearance just now is completely gone, and there is an indescribable obscene, cunning, and obscene sneer in his eyes.

The old bachelor turned into a persimmon in this obscene, cunning, and obscene sneer.

Blood splattered, stirring up the dust on the ground a foot high.

At this moment, the old man who was sitting on the ground, and the beggar who was always fighting desperately with survival, suddenly lit up in his eyes.

Sword light!

Although he was far away from Ye Guyun, his sword was faster, amazingly fast, and terrifying.

When the sword light flashed, it had reached Ye Guyun's Adam's apple.

can imagine how terrible, fast and accurate his sword is, practicing such swordsmanship, the average swordsman will not survive for thirty spring and autumn periods, and the heat will definitely not reach such a standard.

He had a cruel and irritating smile on his face.

Then he fell heavily to the earth, and lay motionless on the ground, as if he could never move.

The position of his forehead and temples is impressively fixed into a chicken feather shuttlecock!

The chicken feathers fluttered in the evening breeze, and the cruel and irritating smile in those eyes was completely stiff and stiff.

The girl who kicked the shuttlecock suddenly stopped kicking the shuttlecock, she held seven or eight chicken feather shuttlecocks in her hand, and was smiling and staring at a few naughty children on the side.

The drooling urchin was still drooling, but the snot, nosebleeds, and tears had all flowed down completely, and even the crotch of his pants was completely soaked.

The girl who said that he was shameless gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide, but she was already lying on the ground, staring at the girl fiercely, but she couldn't move anymore, her mouth kept foaming, and her body kept twitching, spasming, and contracting.

She was so angry that she couldn't move.

The other urchins were gone, ghosts and disappeared without a trace.

The girl blew the shuttlecock, the feathers fluttered softly, and the smile on her face fluttered softly, and she didn't say anything to the naughty boy whose crotch was soaked.