The rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain sprinkled down from the sky like iron bars, whipping the bluestone slab ground, shooting countless water swords on the ground, and thousands of waterfalls falling from the houses. The man in the cloth pushed aside Xiao Er, crossed the threshold, and walked straight towards the teahouse, no matter how warm Xiao Er greeted him, he never said a word. The man in the robe walked through the narrow gap between the log tables to the south wall, and stood against the wall with his elbows folded, a three-foot long sword held in front of his chest, and a red silk more than an inch long hung from the red hilt. He didn't take off his hat, he didn't say a word, as if he were asleep.

The eyes of everyone in the teahouse stayed on this strangely behaved man in a lily coat for a moment, and then began to discuss the new events on the rivers and lakes again. They were interested in the legendary couple who killed people on a rainy day. It's another rainy day today, where are they going to kill people?

The old man no longer chatted, but just repeated the action of spitting out tea leaves and drinking tea. He felt hungry, so he asked Xiao Er to buy a few baked cakes. This little two really has a three-inch tongue: "The old gentleman might as well try the duck blood baked cake in the shop, our chef Ding is from Tianfu, and his family's craftsmanship has been passed down to Emperor Taizu when he ate it." ”

"Give the old man two to try. ”

"Okay, you're going to pay a penny, I'm sure to teach you to eat one and think two, and eat two and think three......"

The old man reached out and pulled into his sleeve, and said with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Let's have one first, wouldn't it be a waste if it doesn't match the old taste," he said, and put the last copper in his body on the table.

The old man was indeed hungry, he seemed not to have tasted such a delicacy for a long time. In a few moments, the baked cakes were already flowing down the tea, but the old man still felt empty in his stomach. He had already spent the last penny, and when he was hesitating, he saw the sesame seeds that had just fallen from the gap in the table when he had just eaten the baked cakes, and wanted to pull them out to eat the sesame seeds, but he felt insulting. So he had a plan, slapped his arm on the table and scolded: "The world is going down, what kind of system has it become." The people looked at the old man and did not know what he was doing, so they paid no attention to it. At this time, the old man picked up the sesame seeds that shook out of the gap in the table, took them to his eyes, and pretended to observe them carefully, and said to himself, "It turned out to be sesame seeds." "Hurry up and send the sesame seeds into your mouth.

The scholar-like man saw the clue, turned to the old man and said, "Xiao Ke is a bit idle silver taels, the old gentleman might as well use it first." ”

The old man raised his arm and shook his sleeves and said, "The old man still has more than enough, but he is too old to eat too much." The scholar turned his head away, thinking it amused, so he bit his lower lip so hard that he would not laugh out loud.

Zeng Sajie, who was at the next table, didn't even know how to peek into the doorway, bent down and covered his mouth with a short and thick hand to his three brothers and said: "This old man obviously has no money to eat, and some people give money but don't want it, it's funny and funny." The four brothers of the Zeng family encountered something funny, and kept peeking at the old man. The old man only felt that his cheeks were hot, and his heartbeat was getting faster, and finally he couldn't hold it back, stood up and brushed his sleeves away, and muttered: "It's gone, it's gone." ”

At this time, a melodious piano sound came from the window, the tune is elegant, the sound is lingering, and the coupon comes, like the mountains and flowing water, bubbling charm. Everyone in the teahouse was drunk, and their minds only imagined the beautiful scenery according to the music, and everything in the world seemed to have stood still.

The old man was about to go out, only to feel a cold air coming from behind him, straight through his chest. Hurriedly dodged sideways, and a cold light crossed in front of him, just like a bolt of lightning. If it is half a point slower, it will already be a little ghost in front of the Hades Palace at this time.

The red hilt of the sword, the red silk that is more than an inch long. The old man saw it clearly, and was shocked into a cold sweat.

The man in the lily coat standing against the wall danced the sword with the qin, and the sound of the qin appeared coldly. A sword missed, and then changed its move, and the long sword had been slashed horizontally by the old man's face. The old man is thin but moves like a rabbit, and a carp is just right. But the long sword was really fast, and the lightning and stone fire had already stabbed out of the air to the old man's heart. The old man didn't have time to dodge, so he had to roll on a donkey and barely avoid it. Although he was embarrassed, he finally didn't give up his life. The melodious and winding sound of the piano itself has been integrated with the sword style at this time, and the faster the piano, the faster the sword. The rhythm is like the wind and clouds, and the waves crash on the shore. The old man was only half a minute slower before he was about to die under the sword. So he didn't dare to slack off, used his internal strength, and used all his strength to barely parry.

The rhythm is as fast as a burst, and as agitated as a burst. The long sword is as fast as a swimming dragon, and the sword wind is whistling. The old man finally didn't have time to dodge, and the upper body robe had been cut, and blood seeped out of the shriveled skin on his chest.

The handsome young man at the window saw that the old man was weak, and if he didn't come to his rescue, I was afraid that the old man would die in a few moments. So he pointed to the ground on tiptoe, flew up, and the long sword in mid-air was drawn from the milky white scabbard and stabbed the man in the back of the clothed man. The man in the cloak only turned around, easily separated with a sword, and went to fight the old man. The form was critical, and the scholar shouted: "The male and female devils have appeared, how long will you wait if you don't capture them at this time?" The four brothers of the Zeng family didn't know that this man in a cloth was so powerful that they also shouted loudly: "Break him into ten thousand pieces." And joined the team battle, and for a while, the plate axe, the steel whip, the judge's pen, and the copper hammer all greeted the man in the cloth.

Outside the window, the sound of the piano was clanging, and the sound of rain was sonorous. The sword and sword shadow in the building, shuttling back and forth. The man in the lily robe stepped on the rhythm of the music, like a dancer, and every sword move was perfect and wonderful. In the face of the siege of everyone, he still has the upper hand and is at ease. The red silk fluttered, the long sword swung out, and the lightning and stone fire had cut the throat of the old man, and the old man was not a layman, and he flashed backwards in a hurry. The cold light flashed, and a stream of red blood sprinkled on the ground, like patches of bright red snowflakes, painting a blood-colored winter picture on the floor of the teahouse.......

The hooked nose Zeng Junjie fell in response, and blood gushed out of his throat and merged into the beauty of the earth. The hooked nose and eyes were as wide as the eyes of a dead fish, and his chest heaved and panted...... He didn't know how he died, he just took an extra step forward as the old man dodged backwards. One step away, life and death are separated.

The sound of the piano stopped

The sword is unsheathed

Outside the window, the heavy rain is still there, which is a continuation of this beautiful music. The man in the coat is gone.

"The younger generation only kills one person a day, and today is not a coincidence, and I will ask the old gentleman for advice on a certain day. ”

The quiet in the teahouse was terrible, and the sound of the rain was exceptionally clear.