Lao Sun Tou is a community doorman on night duty, in a doorman room of several square meters, he leans against the wall of the bed, is wrapped in a quilt and watches a late-night horror movie on TV. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the TV, there is a gloomy atmosphere, and a demon lurks in the darkness to be ready to come out, but the protagonist is unaware of it and is still concentrating on his own business.

There was silence in the movie, the evil ghost slowly crawled out of the shadows, and the old grandson held his breath, fully invested in the movie.

Suddenly, a deafening sound came.

The old grandson let out an "ah" in fright, and immediately covered his chest to calm the beating and fierce heartbeat.

After a while, the old grandson woke up, and the sound just now was not coming from the TV, but from outside.

Putting on his military coat, he walked to the small window of the guard's room and poked his head out to look out.

The iron gate outside the window kept shaking in the wind, and the impact made a "knock knock" sound.

There was another sound that resounded through the sky, and the old grandson heard it clearly this time, it came from the direction of Guiqiu Mountain.

Looking at the fleeting purple light, the old grandson said to himself, "It's going to rain." This year's autumn thunder is really loud, much more powerful than in previous years. ”

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On the Turtle Hill Mountain, the two blue and red sword qi are like swimming dragons in the sky, sometimes intertwined with each other, sometimes opposite to each other.

However, no matter how they wandered, these two sword qi could never escape the shroud of blue-purple lightning, just like the monkey in the hands of the Buddha, the ten directions of heaven and earth, all in the palm of his hand, back and forth, there was no place to hide.

"It is worthy of being the only disciple with a foreign surname among the inner disciples of Longhu Mountain for a thousand years, I have to say, Jian Hongyu, your talent really amazes me. The black-robed man looked at the red-robed woman who had been struggling in his purple electric cage for a long time, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened, glad that he was careful enough, until this woman had performed the star picking trick and cultivated to depreciate most of the time before he appeared.

"And there are more surprises that will surprise you. Jian Hongyu's face was no longer ruddy, but like a piece of rice paper of poor quality, with a bit of sallow in its white skin.

"You're still going to be strong now, and it's a question of whether you can speak or not after a while. The black-robed man sneered, his hands danced again and again, and countless thunderbolts shrank Jian Hongyu's range of movement like chains.

Jian Hongyu coughed a few times in pain, a cloud of dirty blood spurted out of her mouth, but her face suddenly turned red, and an extremely unhealthy flush arose on her cheeks, like the rising sun, and also like ...... The withered branch in her hand at the moment.

The morning sun rises, which is the beginning of the day and the end of the long night.

The first ray of light that pierces the darkness is the most dazzling brilliance in this world.

The night on the Turtle Hill is dissipating, not that the dawn has passed, but that there is a light, more dazzling and dazzling than the first ray of light that pierces the darkness!

The blue-red sword qi cooperated in one place.

The sword qi is gone.

The withered, thin branches glow with the light that only a sword can have.

A silvery-white sword light lit up.

Just as the meaning of the rising sun is not that it ends the darkness, but that it brings hope.

The same goes for this sword light.

The silver-white sword light pierced the sky, tearing a hole in the intertwined purple lightning cage.

That's hope!

Jian Hongyu did not hesitate at all, her body was like a milk swallow returning to the nest, and she turned over and passed through the gap, plunging into the vast night.

The black-robed man whose Dao Law was broken was also not happy, his body shook a few times, covered his chest, and gasped and said, "I don't believe you can really escape." ”

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Autumn rain is always a bit excessive.

The rain began to fall in the middle of the night and soaked the entire street, and passers-by carefully stepped over the potholes, lest they step on one of the loose tiles of the floor and splash up a puddle of sewage and stain the vamps and trouser legs.

Song Qiu walked into a hot dry noodle restaurant on the street with a wooden box.

This kind of famous Chinese food can be seen everywhere in Jiangcheng, and people from other places eat it for the first time, often feel dry and tasteless, and it is difficult to swallow, but as long as you get used to this taste, the fullness of the lips and teeth will definitely make you unable to let go.

A slightly spicy tiger skin egg or one or two slices of soaked dried tofu, and a hot dry noodles poured with yellow sesame sauce and stirred evenly, the mellow and smooth aroma fills the tongue, not to mention how wonderful the taste is.

The owner of the noodle restaurant is a woman of about 30 years old, with an ordinary face, but with a gentle temperament, even answering customers is a glutinous and soft voice, not eye-catching, but definitely friendly and comfortable.

Song Qiu shouted a large bowl of hot dry noodles, and after a long time of difficult choice between tiger skin eggs and spicy dried seeds (Jiangcheng people are used to calling dried tofu dried seeds), he finally chose tiger skin eggs with more texture.

The proprietress sandwiched the tiger skin eggs into the stirred hot dry noodles, put them in a yellow clay-colored ceramic noodle bowl, and served them to Song Qiu's table.

Song Qiu said thank you, took the noodle bowl, took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

took the time to bite the tiger skin egg, Song Qiu thought to himself when he had money, he must add both eggs and dried seeds, and have a good time with the addiction of a local tyrant.

There were two diners in the next seat who finished their breakfast and started chatting while calling the proprietress to settle the bill.

"Last night's thunder was really loud. ”

"Isn't it, this is the biggest autumn thunder in the past few years? If it weren't for the fact that my wife was also startled and hugged me so hard, I would have been so frightened that I would have fallen under the bed. Haha, it's good that it's not, or it's a shame. Another diner laughed.

"But have you heard?" asked the first talker, leaning over his companion's ear and mysteriously.

"What did you hear?" asked the companion, confused.

"Someone claimed to have seen two immortals fighting on the mountain at the foot of Guiqiu Mountain last night, and swore that last night's autumn thunder was the sound of the two of them fighting. ”

The companion laughed and said: "Do you also believe in this kind of gods and ghosts? Then I also said that I am the reincarnation of the God of Wealth, and I have endless money in this life." ”

Song Qiu heard it next to him, and said in his heart that even if you are the God of Wealth and his father are reincarnated, it is useless, and the God of Wealth himself is still digging oil in the South China Sea to earn hard money.

By this time they had already paid their bills, stood up and walked out the door.

As I walked, we were still talking.

"Hey, I'll just say it as a joke, I'm not a fool, how can I believe such a ghost story. ”

"But who do you say, so imaginative, he can think of a fairy fight when he fights an autumn thunder, why doesn't he write an online novel?"

Immortal fights?

Song Qiu was thoughtful, this is really not impossible, it's just that I didn't hear the group of gossip immortals say who is fighting with whom this morning.

When the two of them stood up, Song Qiu had already finished eating the noodles in the bowl, leaving only a mouthful of the small half of the egg that exposed the yolk heart still in the bowl, reluctant to swallow it so easily.

He looked at the autumn rain outside the door, and his thoughts changed as fast as a racing car that suddenly drifted 180 degrees, and suddenly thought: If this rain continues like this, will it wash a robe full of dirt and turn white?

Immediately, he laughed again.

The so-called dripping water through the stone, even the hard stone can be dripped through, how can the robe withstand it? Therefore, the robe will naturally not be washed white, but will only be soaked by the rain and swelled and completely rotten.

I was thinking about the robe, when a wind blew outside the door, blowing in a curtain of autumn rain.

Then he actually saw a robe.

A bright red robe.

Red as blood.