At the end of the night, when the sky was bright, the thunder suddenly roared, and the autumn rain entered the Sword Gorge.

The bleak wind drove the yellow leaves of the whole mountain to the bottom of the valley, and the cold water droplets hit the body and back, fainting a large cloud of cold air, making people feel sad for no reason.

Guan Ren stretched out his arm to help the old man into the house, but the old man's body spun, facing the stone wall, and his palms slapped on the rock, and his body flew into the stone house with the help of force, and sat firmly on the bed.

Guan Ren had already seen the old man's ability to turn his anger into a blade and split half of the low mountain with a sword, so he was no longer surprised by this.

As soon as the rain fell, it was dark again. The bleak wind blew into the stone house, and the candles on the wall swayed. Guan Ren put the two wooden barrels into the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, and then sat at the door with his knees crossed, looking at the ever-bright torches planted obliquely on the mountain wall on both sides of the valley floor, and the wind and rain flickered.

The autumn rain fell obliquely, wetting half of Guan Ren's body, and he wrapped his arms around his knees, suddenly remembering someone. In such a cold season, the wind and rain are tight, the mountains and rivers are steep, and I suddenly want to eat a hot dumpling, but I suddenly feel a little cold.

The old man saw that he was stunned, and couldn't help asking, "What are you stupid?"

Guan Ren turned his back to the old man and said quietly: "I want to sit quietly for a while, I don't want to talk." ”

The old man snorted and said indignantly: "Look at your bear-like, sad and sad, like a girl." ”

Although the old man scolded badly, he still obeyed the wishes of the people, and stopped speaking after scolding.

After sitting in this way for half an hour, the canyon suddenly reverberated with the sound of iron chains, and the heavy iron gate at the end of the gorge was slowly hoisted with a 'boom'.

The rain curtain is slanting, and the cool shimmer of the sky does not penetrate the valley floor, and everywhere you look is the dull gray.

The iron door was hung up a few feet, and behind the door stood two rows of tall men wearing hats, the first two of whom were some of them old, with gray beards and mixed beards, and no rain gear outside their bodies, and the cold raindrops fell to the top of a foot away, and they all went to both sides, and not a drop hit the body.

These people are dressed plainly, and their figures melt into the gray and dark rain curtain, and the gloom cannot startle the hearts of the sorrowful guests.

Two elderly gray-clothed men took two large jars of wine in their hands, and then walked straight to the deepest part of the valley.

The three graceful and beautiful girls are holding three flower paper umbrellas, fiery red, peach pink, and lotus green, and are wearing skirts of the same color as the flower umbrellas, which line the waistline slender and graceful.

When the two gray-clothed men approached, they were all surprised to see the Guan people sitting at the door with their knees crossed, and one of them asked, "Who are you?"

Before Guan Ren could answer, the old man in the house had already said coldly: "He is the old man's new apprentice, do you two have any opinions?"

The rain fell down, breaking through the protective qi of the two gray-clothed men a foot above, and the raindrops were as cold as sword blades, cutting dense and subtle blood on the cheeks of the two people, and the clothes on their bodies were suddenly tattered.

The two of them suddenly changed their faces and hurriedly saluted.

One said: "Don't dare, don't dare." Congratulations to the seniors, happy to be a high-ranking disciple. ”

One of them chimed in: "Congratulations seniors." ”

The old man snorted coldly: "Put down the wine, get out of here." ”

The two hurriedly put down the two large jars of wine they brought, and said respectfully: "The juniors say goodbye." Then he hurried away.

The rain hit the porcelain jar and splashed on both sides, one of which suddenly flew off the ground into the stone house, was grabbed by the old man with one hand, and then couldn't wait to pat open the mud seal and drink a few big sips.

Guan Ren, who was looking at the three bright colors in the gray and white in the distance, suddenly spoke: "Old man, I didn't promise to be your apprentice, you are not my master, you are just an old man." ”

The old man removed the wine jar and frowned, "Have you drunk?"

Guan Ren glanced at the lonely wine jar in the rain, shook his head, and said, "No." ”

"Then what the hell are you talking about?" the old man scolded, and then continued to pour wine with his head up.

The prisoner held his chin and looked at the men in the big clothes, opened the two rows of prison doors one by one, and the prisoners poured out, standing in the rain curtain, using the rain to pour their heads, scrubbing their dirty faces and bodies.

Guan Ren glanced back at the old man, looked at the unkempt white hair like grass, and thought to himself, I should also wash him when I have the opportunity.

The three girls held umbrellas in the rain, their slender figures were particularly bright, the big men in the clothes were lined up on both sides, and the two gray-clothed men sat far away.

The slaves who were released from the cage looked at the three beauties without blinking, staring at their chests and waistline, and their eyes were fiery as if they could burn the beauty's thin shirt.

The three girls also let them look at it generously, and from time to time they glanced at each other with disgust, which was clearly provocative.

Despite the beauty and beauty, no one dared to step forward, not even a word of lightness.

Guan Ren looked at these in his eyes, and felt a little strange, and then walked into the rain curtain, picked up the lonely jar of wine, and sat back at the door, drinking and watching.

The wine in the world is a little spicy, slightly bitter, and slightly sweet. It's not like life, it's just a sad state of mind.

The girl holding the flaming red paper umbrella seemed to see him, and walked over with small steps with her skirt, drawing a striking red in the gray rain.

The dress the girl wore in a wide skirt style, revealing a snow-white neck, a slender collarbone, a hairpin with beads in a bun, and a moire flower on her forehead.

When the woman approached, she smiled at the passer, very sweet, her eyes were black and clear, and there was a trace of indescribable tenderness in her purity.

Guan Ren put down the wine jar and saw that her shoes embroidered with yellow flowers on her feet had been wet by the cold rain, so he kindly asked, "Does the girl want to come in and hide from the rain?"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, and said coquettishly, "You are new here?"

Guan Ren was a little tired of this sweet voice, so he hurriedly stood up, opened the door, and invited the woman in.

The old man on the bed suddenly coughed.

The girl was startled, staggered back half a step, and shook the red umbrella in her hand gently.

Guan Ren hurriedly helped him.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and after enduring it for a long time, he snorted heavily: "Virtue!"

The woman hurriedly said: "Thank you for your kindness, the slave still won't go in." ”

Guan Ren asked, "Why do you three girls come to such a place? ”

The woman wanted to say something, but her lips opened slightly, but she couldn't say it for a while, and she groaned for a while and then closed it.

Guan Ren slapped the wet water droplets on his body, and kindly persuaded: "Girl, go back quickly, beware of getting drenched." ”

The woman subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, bit her lower lip, looking extremely difficult to speak, and when she thought of the next words to blurt out, her face turned red, her eyes drooped slightly, she didn't dare to look at each other, and said in a low voice: "Childe...... Childe looks at the slave maid, do you still like it?"

Guan Ren had just drunk a few large sips of wine to warm up his body, and when he heard this, he was startled, the smell of wine rushed into his nose, and he coughed violently, "Girl, you ...... You're ......."

The woman's pretty face turned red with shame, and she whispered, "Childe is a good person." He didn't care if the person heard it, lifted the skirt, turned around and hurried away.

Guan Ren was confused, locked his eyebrows and said, "Old man, are the current girls' families so violent?"

The old man snorted, "There is a knife on the head of the color word, these little girl's skins, all of them are life-seeking ghosts, poisoned." At this point, his face suddenly showed his face, and he said with a smile: "You stinky boy has a good heart, I haven't seen any lust, it's a pity not to learn swords." ”

Guan Ren retorted: "I see that girl has clear eyes, and she doesn't look like a vicious person. You old man, are you too careful?"

The old man snorted coldly: "You know a fart, these bewitching women all make a living from fat powder, and if you hook a man to sleep, that person will have to go to fight the next day, and he won't rest until one side dies in battle." ”

If you make a living from fat powder, you are a prostitute. Guan Ren recalled those clear eyes, and his heart suddenly became evil, "I didn't expect that the girl who was born beautiful and pure, would do such a thing." ”

The old man exhaled a breath of wine, "Now I understand, walking the rivers and lakes, don't be greedy and lustful, and always keep your heart." ”

Guan Ren frowned and said, "These people are imprisoned here, and life and death are already difficult for themselves. Why should the stewards go to the trouble of bribing them with beautiful women, so that they may teach them to end up willingly?"

The old man said: "The previous owner was a bald donkey, and he was worried that he would cause cause and effect on people's lives, so he thought of such a bullshit method to make them die willingly. made a bitch alive and set up an archway. ”

"Letter bald donkey?"

"It's a monk. ”

The people listened to it and were not angry. He has received the grace of the old monk Shanshi, and has also received a lot of Buddhism, studied Buddhist scriptures, and once raised the soul in the green lamp in front of the Buddha, and all kinds of blessings are indescribable. When he saw that the old man's hair was unkempt, he teased, "Then don't I have to call you old hair?"