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Tian Feng stepped forward and stood on the high platform, looking down at Su Musha's smile disappearing into the mountain mist.

"Hopefully you'll survive. ”

Tian Feng's hand clenched Si Wuxie, and looked up at the sea in the distance, the eastern morning sun rose, shooting out a bright light, throwing it to the west where the land was.

The Dragon Pit sits between the two, like a boundary, where darkness and light alternate.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

"You pushed him off the cliff?" asked the dwarf, rubbing the back of his head, and the back of Su Musha's knife only knocked him unconscious, but did not kill him.

"Hmm. Tian Feng nodded.

"Why don't you kill it directly?" He naturally didn't hear Tian Feng's bet with Su Musha.

"Is there a difference?" Tian Feng turned his head and looked at the dwarf, "As long as the hall master dies, he didn't teach him how to kill him." ”

Although the dwarf felt that it was inappropriate, he didn't know how to refute him, so he could only find fault elsewhere and ask: "How can we explain the escape of the water lead to the water dragon king? ”

"Why do you want to confess?" Tian Feng was impatient, "I said that my mission is only to kill the king of Shuobei. ”

"Don't forget, the Water Dragon King has agreed to hold a big event with the hall master, if the alliance is broken because of this matter, you can't explain it to the hall master!" the dwarf snapped.

"Heh, don't worry, I will explain it clearly to the hall master, and it won't affect you. ”

Tian Feng smiled, turned around and instructed the people of Tsing Yi, "Quickly salvage the sunken ship and repair it, and I will leave in four days." ”

"Yes. ”

The people of Tsing Yi Sect responded to the order, and after the Water Dragon King sent the elite to leave, he handed over the command to the little old man and these two. Now that the little old man is dead, they can only obey these two orders.

"Are you in a hurry to leave?" asked the dwarf, his "Tianshui Jue" had not yet arrived.

"Don't you walk here and wait for death?" Tian Feng asked rhetorically, staggered past the dwarf, and walked alone into the dark cave.

The dwarf touched the back of his head and muttered: "Lao Tzu still has a headache and tinnitus, why don't you take care of your injuries before leaving." ”

Four days later, Linhai County.

Since Su Musha left, the sky has been gloomy for days, and the air is humid and amorous, and it seems that you can hold a handful of water.

Finally, a drizzle of rain drifted into the town last night, wetting the bricks and tiles, and dripping down the eaves on the water tanks and plantain leaves under the eaves, "ticking, ticking" ethereal.

Ye Qiudi listened to the spring rain all night, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep, so he got dressed early.

She pushed open the window, and the sky was cloudy, and the drizzle was like silk, drifting in with the wind, hitting her face, and there was a refreshing coolness.

Standing on the small building, Ye Qiudi raised his eyes and saw that the grass pond in the yard was rippling in a circle, and the plum trees on the shore were full of green, only the green plums were yellowing.

There is a grass pavilion next to the pond, and the thatched roof is wet by the drizzle, and it becomes smooth and shiny.

Beyond the grass pavilion, his eyes went out of the alley, a river of tobacco flowed to the sea, and at the end of it, where Ye Qiudi was looking forward to, the clouds were full of mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Ye Qiudi turned back in disappointment and looked into the city, Linhai County was already full of smoke and rain.

The avenue outside the alley is frequented by tourists.

Those dressed in lily clothes are mostly coolies who rush to the dock, and those who hold oil-paper umbrellas, I don't know whose young man is, going out to enjoy the rain.

Ye Qiudi didn't have such a mood, only a sad heart, just like this smoke and rain.

Su Mu is fast, he should have come back yesterday evening, but now he has not seen the return date.

Ye Qiudi had secretly decided that if she still didn't return at noon, she would go to sea.

Leaning against the window, Ye Qiudi thought about Su Musha, and was upset, and his thoughts about dressing up were gone for a while.

On the avenue, there was a rich man who rode a tall horse, held an oil-paper umbrella, and carried a long sword at his waist.

When passing through the alley, he turned his head by chance, looked over the low wall, and happened to see Ye Qiudi's lazy appearance, and his eyes couldn't help but straighten. He didn't look back, the horse neighed in the drizzle, and carried him under the willow tree, and with a cry of "ah", the rich man was hit on the head by the willow branch that came out horizontally, and fell off the horse.

Ye Qiudi was awakened by this cry of pain, she looked around, but there was no one.

Ye Qiudi, who came back to his senses, beat his spirits and turned around and returned to the dresser.

She looked at the bronze mirror, and simply twisted a green silk so that it would not fall apart, and let it be draped behind her like a cloud.

There was movement outside, and Shuyu knocked on the door and walked in, "Are you still disfigured?"

Ye Qiudi shook his head, Shuyu sighed lightly, waited for Ye Qiudi to finish washing, and asked Dongli to bring in a bowl of soup.

"Miss, you didn't have to eat last night, so let's eat some today. Soyu persuaded her.

"Hmm. Ye Qiudi responded lazily, put the soup beside him, and ate it carelessly, spoonful by spoonful.

At this time, the rain outside the window began to rain heavily, and the raindrops the size of beans poured down from the darkened sky, and "crackled" on the plantains.

"Dang Chang!" Ye Qiudi threw the spoon into the bowl and said angrily: "Su Musha, you are a liar, a big liar!"

With a push of her sleeve, the soup bowl flew out of the window, turning into powder in the rain and blending into the drizzle.

Dong Liang timidly moved his worried gaze to Soyu.

"Miss, you're upset. Shuyu held her hand, "Wang Yeji has his own natural appearance, and he will definitely be fine." ”

"I know. Ye Qiudi calmed down, "Take out the 'Autumn Harvest and Winter Collection', I want to be quiet." ”

After learning "Stop" by herself, whenever she is upset, Ye Qiudi will always practice this piece.

Although she did not fully comprehend this song, it was enough to clear her mind and calm her mind.

The piano table is placed in a thatched pavilion by the pond.

The lord of Zhigu was in a bad mood, so Shuyu and the others avoided it from afar, so that she could be quiet.

The rain strung into beads on the thatch, sprinkled one after another, weaving bead curtains for the grass pavilion, falling into a stream, pushing away the green leaves falling from the plum trees.

Ye Qiudi burned incense with his hands, sat in front of the piano, and gently plucked his fingers on the strings, and the clear sound was like dew on the grass of the pond, which spread out between heaven and earth as soon as it fell.

In the song "Stop", Ye Qiudi only had time to be proficient in the part of "spring", this song should have been like the first birth of spring water, dissolving broken ice, like a ten-mile spring breeze, curling up.

However, at this time, under Ye Qiudi's hands, he was full of unsolvable sorrow, such as a Sichuan tobacco, the city was full of wind and flocculent, and the plums were yellow and rainy at this time.

The girl was troubled with sorrow, and disturbed this good tune, but alas, alas. ”

A rich man came up on the low wall, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and Si Swen said to Ye Qiudi in the wall.

Ye Qiudi looked up at him boredly.

"Sorrow is like a mess, cutting constantly, and sorting is messy. ”

Seeing that Ye Qiudi didn't answer, the rich man leaned out of the low wall with half of his body and arched his hand: "Girl, if you have a little rhythm in the lower part, why don't you borrow the sound of the piano to relieve the girl?"

"Get out!"

Ye Qiudi was furious, spit out a word in his mouth, plucked his hand on the strings, and suddenly saw the raindrops falling along the thatch in a string with the sound of the piano, hitting the rich man on the low wall.

The beads flew over the rain curtain and hit the rich man's chest. Suddenly, as if he had been struck and thrown out, he broke the willow branches, crossed the avenue, fell to the mud, and glided far away.

The rich man lay on the ground and didn't move, and there was no scar left on his chest.

If Lang Zhong investigates, he may find that his bones are broken in several places, and if he does not lie in bed for half a year, he is afraid that he will not be able to get up.