In the rain curtain, he was dressed in white and held a white oil-paper umbrella.

It's about twenty meters away.

The beautiful girl clenched the yellow-shouldered crossbow in her hand, as if facing a great enemy.

That person, if it's the same as Childe's words...... Then you have to strike first.

"Goodness, put down the crossbow. ”

The man with the gun beside her reached out and stopped her hands that were about to be raised.

Shangshan frowned, not understanding Childe's intentions.

The man winked, stuck his spear on the ground, turned around, and made a gesture at the white shirt in the distance.

Bai Yi slowly put away the white oil-paper umbrella and made a gesture to him.

The man took a deep breath and said in a loud voice, "Mr. Bookkeeper, it's so late, why did you leave the house?"

Bai Xiucai thought about it for a while, and replied, "I'm thinking about that when I'm full of wine and food, I'm about to go to the Manyan Courtyard at the end of the opposite street!"

"Haha, Mr. Bookkeeper is really a man of temperament!"

"Childe has won the prize!"

The man with the gun breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and clasped his hands into fists in front of him: "Mr. Bookkeeper! Can you have the right not to see this matter today? This is the matter of our Qimen people, and we have already informed the government in advance, can you let our own people solve the matter? If I come to Pingshui in the future, I will definitely have a few drinks with Mr. Bookkeeper!"

Hearing this, Shangshan on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If the man in the white shirt was really as powerful as the young master's war, why didn't he come to the ancient road to warm his stomach once? After all, our side has already done it, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like a demon cult villain...... If something that 'drinks a few cups' can fool people away, then how can the white shirt be-

"Okay, but Childe has to pay for it!"

It's ridiculous.

Shangshan raised his head and watched the relieved son turn around and stuck out his tongue at her, "So, Qimen Duoqi people." ”

“......”

He picked up his gun and walked slowly with her.

After witnessing the two turn around, Bai Xiucai smiled helplessly and turned around.

Although it was the middle of the night, he was only about twenty meters away from the two of them. Even if he couldn't see what they were doing, he could smell the smell of blood in the air. Whether it's a matter of Qimen or not, whether it's with the government or not, it's always doing something that is not visible, isn't it?

He has seen this kind of thing a lot and shot it many times.

But today, now he is just a bookkeeper, just a restaurant guy who is called 'Bai Xiucai', just an ordinary person in Pingshui County.

Now he is going to do the same thing as ordinary people do. turned around, looked up, and sighed with a sentence of 'the moon is dark and the wind is high', and sighed with a sentence of 'the rain falls silently'.

Because this is the only way he is now.

It's the one called Bai Xiucai.

Bai Xiucai is just a showman.

He smiled slightly, raised his right foot, and took the first step forward.

"Don't go!"

A young female voice mixed with choked crying came into his ears.

He never took a second step.

More than ten years ago, there was the same voice, the same cry, the same line.

At that time he was gone.

At that time, she was gone, and she may not come back for the rest of her life.

He later met her and told her that he had no regrets.

But doesn't he really regret it?

He didn't know.

But this second step was not taken.

Bai Xiucai let out a long sigh.

Then he slowly put away the white oil-paper umbrella and turned around.

A white shadow flew away.

......

The man with the gun grabbed the beautiful girl beside him, and looked up with a shocked face.

Five meters in front of him, the two black-clothed dead soldiers who were originally holding the girl with one arm were like dead rats in the mouth of a cat, motionless - the white shirt raised his arms, one arm and one person, and choked their necks.

Then, let go of his hand, and let the two of them, who had already fainted out of breath, collapse on the ground like mud.

Shangshan sighed, raised his arm and lifted the ten-stone yellow shoulder crossbow, aiming the tip of the crossbow at him who was facing away from her.

Childe sighed lightly and waved his gun under his right arm, "Mr. Bookkeeper, haven't you already agreed with Young Master Ben?

Bai Xiucai, who had his back to the two, did not reply immediately. He lowered his head and looked at the beautiful girl who was looking up, "I'm not leaving." ”

The girl stopped crying and fluttered slightly.

Just now, although she did shout the phrase 'don't go', it was obviously the old coachman who died and did not fall, not the stranger in white in front of her. The girl didn't expect that this stranger would come in one fell swoop, and easily put down the black-clothed dead man who could defeat at least three or five people.

She lifted her lips lightly, wanting to say something, at least to thank the white shirt in front of her—but when the words came to her lips, they turned into intermittent choked and sobbed. The girl was a little anxious, wiping her tears with her palms, and breathing with the strength of breastfeeding, but she could only squeeze out a slurred word 'I' from her mouth.

Bai Xiucai opened the oil-paper umbrella and placed it on her wet shoulder.

"If you can't say it, it's okay if you don't say it. He smiled at her, "I didn't come to save the beauty because I wanted to hear a few thanks—but if you want to say anything personally, then I can hear it." ”

She blinked, lowered her head, and let the umbrella cover her face.

Seeing that his shoulders were no longer trembling, he turned and looked at the two who were already facing the enemy.

Bai Xiucai bent down to make a compilation for the two.

"Two! Today's matter is my fault, but I still want to ask the two of you to give me face in the next place! Can you just let go of this thin life?"

The beautiful girl sneered and shook the crossbow machine in her hand, "Heh! Why do we want to give your guy a face?"

"Goodness!"

The young master beside her gave her a look, stepped forward, and returned the salute with a fist at Bai Xiucai, "Mr. Bookkeeper, it's not that I, Yin Shao, don't want to sell your favor, it's just that this thin life is really related to the great cause of our family, and there is really no reason to give it up." ”

Bai Xiucai was slightly stunned and straightened up: "Young Master Yin, then I can't help it! Although I am not a person from Qimen, I still know a little about the art of Qimen...... Next, it may be rude. ”

The man with the gun nodded his head, stepped forward on his left step, and waved his gun to his side.

The white clothes took a light breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his clothes fluttered.

A sharp arrow suddenly left the string and broke through the air, piercing the eyebrows.

Within a few moments, the figure was fleeting.

......

Yin Shao didn't expect it.

At least, Yin Shao didn't expect this.

Although it was noon in the restaurant, the white cloth had easily taken his palm. However, the palm at that time was not a Qimen exercise, it was just his own hard palm, so although he had concerns, he thought that the white clothes could not be much stronger than himself.

Therefore, Yin Shao was sure that the white cloth would definitely be able to dodge the cold arrow shot by Shangshan.

But he never thought that his eyes, which were already glowing with strange light, could not catch up with the figure of the white cloth at all.

Even if the white clothes were just rushing straight away, he could clearly feel that he was just seeing the other party a moment ago.

Yin Shao frowned tightly and recited three words silently.

[100 feet near].

According to legend, it is the Qimen footwork of the Lost and True Dragon Dynasty periods.

'Within a hundred feet, everything is within reach'.

Speaking of which, in order to match the martial arts ratings formulated by the Great Dream Empire, there is also a set of customary exercise ratings in the Qimen of Yonghua Kingdom, which are divided into nine grades: upper upper, upper middle, middle upper, middle middle, middle lower, lower middle, and lower lower. The superior Qimen corresponds to 100 enemies, the middle Qimen corresponds to 10 enemies, and the inferior Qimen corresponds to 3 people and 7 people. And the [100 feet close] used by this white robe, since it was difficult to find a trace when it was in the True Dragon Empire, it was not rated in Qimen.

However, Yin Shao had seen a move of Meng Yue's Sima family's [Flying Body Trick], and the Sima family claimed that this 'Flying Body Trick' had gained nearly six or seven points of charm from a hundred feet.

The flying trick is the best Qimen footwork.

The white-clothed figure was far faster than the [Flying Body Technique] he had ever seen.

The answer is self-explanatory.

Yin Shao let out a loud shout, and suddenly swung his gun in front of him to draw an arc, causing the ground to crack into a ravine.

If...... If that Bai Yi was not only good at footwork, and '100 feet close' was only one of the many strange gates he knew, then he would at least have the realm of 100 people...... That is, it is at least two levels higher than me...... In that case, how can we-

The thoughts are not broken, and the white clothes have arrived.

He didn't hesitate to stretch out his foot and step on the ravine.

A chilling blade burst out of the ravine and slashed at it.

But Bai Yi only stepped on his right foot, and he actually re-punched the qi blade into the ravine, directly shattering all the floor tiles within a radius of three zhang.

"Oh? The [Scratching the Ground as a Prison] ...... of the Long Family Gun" Bai Xiucai glanced down at the ravine on the ground and smiled faintly, "I said, you are the son of the Yin family, how can you know the Long family's marksmanship?"

Yin Shao's face turned pale, and he burst out with a terrifying murderous aura.

At this moment, he was clearly no longer as good as he had been before—he gripped the spear with both hands, raised it high above the top, and then slammed it down on the white robe.

As Bai Yi said, Meng Yueyin's family is not good at marksmanship. What Meng Yue Yin's family is good at can be said to be the purest and most practical exercises in Qimen.

[Qianjun Jin].

Raising his eyes to look at the spear that was being split head-on, Bai Xiucai raised the corners of his mouth and tilted his head.

With a loud bang, the red-tasseled ash gun slammed into his shoulder.

Gun break.

Ground fissures.

Shoulder-free dust.

Yin Shao, who was holding half a broken spear, knelt on the ground, dumbfounded.

Bai Xiucai smiled helplessly, turned sideways slightly, and dodged a sharp arrow.

"Now, can you give me a face?"

Yin Shao raised his head slowly and said sluggishly, "What the hell is sir...... Who is it?"

"The surname is 'Bai', the name is 'Xiucai', and it is called Bai Xiucai. He smiled lightly, "It's good that Childe knows this." ”

Yin Shao nodded: "Mr. Bai...... Thank you for not killing. ”

"You're welcome. Bai Xiucai smiled, "Next time you come to Pingshui, remember to invite me to drink a few glasses of strong food." ”

Yin Shao picked up the broken gun, got up and clenched his fists, "A gentleman's words, the horse is difficult to chase." ”

"The same is true of letting the girl go. ”

“...... Also. ”

Yin Shao glanced at the ground full of cracks with palpitations, shook his head at the dead soldiers who had already rushed behind Bai Xiucai, motioned for them to go and carry the fainting companions, then turned around, pressed the third crossbow arrow Shangshan, and smiled bitterly.

"Then, Mr. Bai, there will be a period later. ”

"Well, don't leave it at that. ”

......

When Yin Shao and his party completely disappeared from view, Bai Xiucai breathed a long sigh of relief.

He dusted off the raindrops from his clothes, turned around, and walked over to the white oil-paper umbrella, "Let's go." ”

The girl raised her head, staggered to her feet, shook her head and declined his support, and walked step by step to the old coachman, who was dead but did not fall.

Then, kneeling in front of him, he sobbed silently.

Crystal tears slid down his cheeks and dripped to the ground along with the raindrops.

Bai Xiucai sighed lightly and didn't say anything, just held up an oil-paper umbrella and stood beside her.

I don't know how long it took, but when the rain gradually decreased, several lights and shadows appeared at the end of the street with the sound of Sisuo's footsteps.

He squinted slightly, bent down and said, "The people from the official government are coming...... What do you do? Do you want to stay here, or do you want to go with me? Just a word of caution, if you come with me, you can't take the old gentleman's body with you. But if Qimen dares to plan this night attack, it means that there may be people from the government side, so it is difficult to say whether the government will enforce the law impartially. ”

The girl raised her alluring face and asked with a moving expression that was not deliberate, "Would you like to...... Let me go with you?"

Bai Xiucai was stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Are you trying to make a promise?"

The girl's face was slightly red, and she bowed her head and said, "No, I have to go back to Lanting......"

"I'm kidding. Bai Xiucai couldn't help patting her head and said with a smile, "If you really want to make a personal promise, I don't dare to accept it." ”

“...... "Huh?" she said, "does the gentleman already have a family?"

"Not really. ”

"Then why ......"

"It's a long story...... And it's not something to talk about. Bai Xiucai smiled faintly and glanced at the light and shadow that was approaching quickly, "Let's not talk about that, will you come with me?"

She let out a soft 'um-'.

"Well, it's rude. ”

Without waiting for the girl to question, Bai Xiucai reached out and grabbed her shoulder and held half of it in his arms.

Then, the figure flashed away.