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The drizzle is miserable, and it is faint and falling.

This rain, which has been raining since the end of February, has been going on for more than ten days. Go down quietly, go down calmly.

At the beginning of March, it is inevitable that there will be a few rains in Jinling City, and this year is certainly no exception.

At this time of year, this rain always comes as promised, and it will rain stupidly for a long time when it comes. Because she never misses an appointment, people are used to it, and almost no one pays attention to her anymore.

When the rain passes, people go out for a wild trip, and this happens every year.

At this time, most of the flowers in the city are already in bloom. The steamy first flowers sway between the dew-stained branches, so at this time of year, Jinling City becomes a flower city.

There is always that amorous young man who will pick a bunch of spring flowers that bloom on the branches and gently pin them to the hair of his beloved.

At this moment, the originally pure and bright smile on the girl's face suddenly became sweet and shy.

Love often sprouts quietly like this. And this first rain in March seems to be the most beautiful testimony of love.

In the Xiangfu Building, Yang Xiaofeng was standing under the eaves, staring blankly at the lingering drizzle outside the corridor, looking at it, he seemed to be crazy.

With slender hands and gently holding an oil-paper umbrella, Lin Yuhan quietly walked over from the other end of the yard.

She walked very lightly, as if she was afraid of disturbing Yang Xiaofeng.

Her steps moved slowly, more like an elf out of this world. She walked like this, all the way into the red dust.

When she walked over, the courtyard of Xiangwanglou suddenly became a painting, a landscape painting of the beginning of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and she was the most beautiful scenery in this painting.

Such a beautiful painting, such an amorous woman, seems to be enough to intoxicate people, even to sink. However, Yang Xiaofeng was not drunk yet.

He was not drunk, much less sinking. On the contrary, he had always been very sober, and he didn't even look at Lin Yuhan.

He just watched the rain outside the porch, stupidly. Lin Yuhan was looking at him, also looking at him stupidly.

Yang Xiaofeng's gaze was very indifferent, even a little indifferent, as if the rain had reminded him of the past in his heart, the sweet or sad past.

This rain, of course, also evokes the past in Lin Yuhan's heart, the sentimental past. Her gaze suddenly became resentful, she walked up to Yang Xiaofeng and stood down, her tone was equally resentful, and asked, "Brother Yang, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing ......", Yang Xiaofeng responded lightly, turned his head, glanced at the girl, and asked in a low voice, "You want to go out"?

Lin Yuhan smiled and asked, "How do you know I'm going out?"

Yang Xiaofeng also smiled slightly, and said, "You have changed into rain boots, aren't you going out?"

"Good eyesight ......", Lin Yuhan praised and said softly: "However, it's not that I want to go out, it's us."

"We"?

"Yes, ......", Lin Yuhan nodded and said, "Just now, my father has sent someone to pick him up and ask us to meet him."

"Let's go, then."

On the fine bluestone road, the carriage walked slowly, all the way, seven times around, at least more than ten alleys.

Yang Xiaofeng's closed eyes slowly opened, and suddenly said, "This is not the road we walked before."

Lin Yuhan said softly: "Of course, this is not the road that I have walked before."

Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled: "Didn't you say that your father wants to see us?"

"yes".

Yang Xiaofeng could only look at the girl in confusion.

Lin Yuhan was amused by his expression, and chuckled: "My father wants to see us, but who said that he must go to the small town outside Jinling City ......."

Yang Xiaofeng became more and more confused.

Lin Yuhan smiled and said, "This is where my father usually lives, but this time we are going to the meeting hall of the Fengyue Sect General Altar."

Yang Xiaofeng asked lightly: "I'm not a person in your teaching, why did your father choose the place to meet in your conference hall?"

Lin Yuhan blinked and said, "I don't understand this, my father is going to arrange a ministry for you."

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly fell silent.

As he spoke, the car stopped.

"This is it......", Lin Yuhan jumped out of the carriage first, opened the curtain, stretched out his hand with a smile, and said softly: "Brother Yang, get off."

Yang Xiaofeng hesitated and hesitated, but in the end he still got out of the car.

There may be too many things in this world that he does not want to do, situations that he does not want to face. However, he had to do it, and he had to face it.

When you look up, the flat courtyard wall, the old wooden door that has begun to peel off paint, and there is not even a guard disciple in front of the door.

Who would have thought that this was actually the main hall of the Fengyue Sect, which was known as the first major sect in martial arts.

Lin Yuhan directly pulled Yang Xiaofeng's arm, stepped forward, and knocked lightly on the door panel three times, and the door immediately opened.

But though the door was opened, it was not opened only once, but again and again.

In front of him was a long corridor, and there was nothing on both sides except for the guards of the sect, and in each gate, there were at least fifty sect members guarding.

"Let's go", Lin Yuhan chuckled, and took Yang Xiaofeng's arm all the way inside, at least after walking through more than ten empty courtyards, he stopped.

As he went further inside, there were fewer and fewer disciples guarding the guards, and by the time he reached the end, there was no one guard.

A large hall finally appeared in front of me, a simple but extremely solemn hall, full of three stories high.

At this time, the sky was dark and it was raining, standing in front of such a large hall, people couldn't help but have a little gloomy feeling in their hearts.

Moreover, for some reason, Yang Xiaofeng's heart suddenly had a few strong uneasiness.

He turned his gaze to Lin Yuhan, and saw that at this moment, the girl had put away her previous relaxed smile, her face had become much more solemn, and she was even a little nervous, but she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Let's go in."

Yang Xiaofeng frowned. Perhaps out of nervousness, he could feel the girl's hand gripping his arm suddenly increase a little harder.

His heart suddenly became a little heavier, but he still walked in with her.