Empty alleys, torrential rain poured down from the sky without money. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info although it is not the spring rain as expensive as oil, but the rain in this city is also a real rare thing.

The sky was slightly dark, but somehow it set off the red more eye-catching and dazzling. It is not easy to drain the northern alleys, so the rainwater is soaked and spread on the road, and under the next heavy rain, it seems like a glazed flower house between heaven and earth.

The carved wooden door on the fifth floor of the Whisk Sleeve Palace was gently pushed open, and a Miao Man figure slowly entered.

"Second Master, if I break this window, I won't be asked to pay for it, right?" Qin Fang didn't reply, but the leisurely nature revealed from his words didn't seem to be fake.

"Your master is not dead yet, do you want this little guy to compensate?Then if your other masters hear it, you can't laugh at me to death?" The beautiful woman approached, stretched out her slender hand and patted Qin Fang's shoulder.

"Come on!" Qin Fang tapped his fingers three times on the top of the bookcase, caught the clear and clear long sword that popped up, and did not forget to turn back and grin at the woman.

"Go ahead, be careful. The beautiful woman brushed Qin Fang's somewhat disheveled sideburns, and also rubbed the oil.

So, the next scene that everyone in the Whisk Sleeve Palace could not forget in this life appeared, a man in black clothes and black hair came out of the window directly from the fifth floor, and the broken wood drew a line of water in the rain towards the abrupt red lightning, and the long sword in his hand was awe-inspiring.

"Okay, which of the two of you is our Xiaofang's daughter-in-law? or...... Both of them?" the beautiful woman Shi Shiran sat down, picked up a cup of tea that Qin Fang hadn't finished drinking, and lowered her head to take a sip.

The little girl Huang Lian bowed her head and was silent, her face was as red as a ripe persimmon, but she was twisting the corners of her clothes that had been twisted many times these days. The third lady, who resumed women's clothing, was dumbfounded.

Liu Yuanyuan did not react to the words of the beautiful woman's "daughter-in-law", or was stunned from the beginning when the woman entered the room.

Others may not know that the woman in front of her is not only the owner of the Whisk Sleeve Palace, but also one of the many wives of the strange swordsman who has been forgotten on the rivers and lakes!

The wives of that person are all skilled, and some even look like they are just twenty-eight girls!

Liu Yuanyuan thought that his memory was not bad, and he was aroused by the "bastard" in the rain downstairs that day, so he asked his second brother a lot of secrets about the Qingli Sword Weng, whether it was rooted or unfounded, as long as he knew it, he heard it all together.

Among them, there are many romantic events, which are enough to make up a "The Romantic History of the Green Sword".

"He, who the hell is he?!" The third young lady, who was called "little mute" by Qin Fang, looked at the man in black who had already started to sprint in the rain with a complicated face, and a realization suddenly flashed in her heart.

"Master...... He's a disciple of the swordsman?!" Liu Yuanyuan's heart set off monstrous waves, but on the surface, he didn't say a word.

Qin Fang had long known that this woman was a person who had no great ambitions in her heart but had a city government, although she was far inferior to herself, it was estimated that it was also a matter of time.

The beautiful woman didn't care about the inexplicable cold scene, maybe it was expected, she raised her hand to pour tea for the two good-looking little girls, her eyes rolled, and she also looked at the "son" who had not seen her much.

Although the bluestone paved streets are not as wide as Suzaku Street, they are a little slippery after being washed by the torrential rain, which makes people feel very uncomfortable when they penetrate into their shoes.

Qin Fang didn't think about how annoying this place was, but he was a little happy in his heart.

"In the heavy rain of murder, the blood disappeared with the water. ”

Qin Fang's waist bowed slightly, and he held the long sword and met the sleeve of red silk handed over by the other party.

The long sword slashed, but the two were connected but it was not like an ordinary sword soldier meeting silk, but a piercing sound of gold and iron erupted, and Qin Fang himself was a little surprised.

This red silk is obviously extraordinary, but it is not made of gold and iron, and the only explanation is that the strength of this woman dancing with red sleeves is terrifying.

Don't dare to be careless, the long sword swept around his waist, but he unexpectedly pounced.

When he passed by, and when he caught a glimpse of the woman's face, a guy like Rao is Qin Fang, who had extremely high concentration, couldn't help but look at him for a moment.

Mother, isn't this the kind of non-fairy or demon girl that I wanted to marry in my previous life? If it weren't for this beauty who came over to find her bad luck, she really wanted to accept it.

Helplessly, who wants you to have a grudge against a drunken maniac?

The sword qi condensed into a dragon in three feet, and half of the rain beside him was tangled and entangled, and half of it was mixed with sword qi to form a sword qi curtain!

The drunkard said that this method of obtaining cultivation against the heavens is not advisable, but it has to be taken. Gaining cultivation strength with the help of foreign objects was the only way for Qin Fang to survive.

Indeed, he is short-lived, although he was born with a blessed face, but helplessly black gas covered the center of his eyebrows, or the drunken maniac taught him the method of suppressing and crushing with sword qi, otherwise he would have gone to Huangquan a few years ago.

Qin Fang is not a righteous man, but he is not a person who does not repay his kindness or even repays virtue with resentment, in addition to gambling chess in this life, this sudden cheap master is worthy of his reliance, in this way, he is not a master, who is he for?

His hatred and debts, I, Qin Fang, will take them together!

The sword qi long sword took off his hand, hovering vertically, and the sword qi flew horizontally between heaven and earth. Qin Fang wiped the irrepressible overflowing scarlet at the corner of his mouth, and with a move of his right hand, the long sword returned with a single blow.

But I don't know if the fairy or the demon girl is gone, and the two sleeves of red silk are gone.

With a little sword qi entering the body, he temporarily suppressed the qi that was tumbling like a wave in his body, and lifted the long sword upside down, and Qin Fang strode forward.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, you don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, you don't see the red silk three-foot head broken ......" The long sword brought ripples in the water, and then it was shattered by the water droplets in the sky.

The woman in red was a little unwilling in her eyes, and she held a black object tightly in her left hand, as long as she waited until the person raised her hand and raised her sword, even if she died together, she would blow up his chest!

Two hundred steps, one hundred and eighty steps, one hundred and twenty steps, fifty steps!

Getting closer and closer, Qin Fang stopped ten steps away.

"Humanity: kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. It's a beauty who killed this time. Qin Fang muttered, the long sword in his hand was not raised, and the sword light reflected the pale face that looked like a fairy demon.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and an iron arrow appeared out of thin air, hitting the body of the sword, and the long sword swung into the air.

The wind was loud, and when Qin Fang looked at it, there was no longer the woman in red.

"Cut, still slip away, you're not a person anymore. Qin Fang grinned, and a pain that tore through his chest was like water opening the floodgates, and his long sword was on the ground.

Then, Huang Lian, who was sitting on the fifth floor of the Sleeve Palace, was always terrified, and saw his son-in-law's head tilted and fell straight down.

"Childe!"

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Secluded, it doesn't have to be in a small courtyard.

Before the night came, Dai Guogong's mansion had already turned on the lights.

A tall man with long hair and tied hair sat in the library pavilion, holding a unique book of unknown wild history in his hand.

A white shadow flashed into it.

"Dai Gong, Gongzi Qin has arrived in Zhuyang City!" Bai Yihu took out something from his arms and handed it to Dai Sheng, whose face was not shocked.

"Stand down. ”

When Bai Yihu withdrew from the library pavilion, Dai Sheng slowly got up, put Ye Shi aside, and opened the secret letter.

If Qin Fang saw it here, he was afraid that he would even stare out of his eyes! Because this letter paper was densely covered with fly-headed letters, and every item was what he saw and heard when he left the Dai Mansion, and even when he ate and when he went to the toilet were all recorded!

This is the method of this scribe who exterminates the two countries with his mouth, even if it is a sparrow, he can't get out of it!

"It's good that you are a doll, I met the girl of the Liu family. Hey, the red-clothed demon girl missed?!" Dai Sheng looked at it carefully, and then had to sigh and put down the secret letter in his hand.

"If you meet Liu Ling, this demon girl really doesn't have the strength to parry. When I met you, I was almost beaten to death?...... From now on, it will be the world of you young people. We old guys, damn it, retreat if you deserve it. Dai Guogong smiled slightly, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

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After the rain, the sky was not clear, and the business of the Whisk Sleeve Palace was not delayed for a moment because of the black-clothed swordsman's "disturbance", and even some sons and brothers entered the Whisk Sleeve Palace from the back door in order to fight for a position to watch the battle through a window, so they blushed and had a thick neck, so they almost called their own father to come together. There are a few people who are not afraid of things, and they once came out to find the black-clothed swordsman, even if they make friends, it will be a terrible life-saving talisman in the future!

The little girl Huang Lian and the little mute squatted outside the room very tacitly, but Huang Lian Xiao Nizi was worried, and Liu Yuanyuan also lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.

The original ornate decoration of the room is now covered by a thin layer of mist, leaving only the beauty of the clouds and mountains of fog.

A small wooden barrel was placed in the room, and in addition to some extremely fragrant herbs, there was only a smooth and beautiful man left.

The second master pressed the forehead of this beautiful man with her bare hand, and the expression on her face finally relaxed.

"Xiaofang, you kid, like your master, don't let people worry, we women are going to be cleaned up by you stinky men. After speaking, the second master mother glanced at Qin Fang playfully, and then walked out of the room indifferently.

"How can I say it, this cheek is not thick, and it is not ...... to say thin"

The little girl heard the beautiful woman say something that she couldn't hear clearly, and she stood up and was about to rush in to take a look at her son-in-law.

"Don't open the door!" Qin Fang finally couldn't help but burst out.

This originally rude shout made Xiao Huanglian's heart flutter for no reason.

"I'll get dressed first. ”

Then there was a sound of squirming and dressing, which made the little girl, who was already not a little cheeky, instantly blush, although she knew that she couldn't see the child, but she still turned her back.

"Alright!" Qin Fang, who was dressed in black, pushed open the door and moved his muscles.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"Childe, no, no. Huang Lian stretched out his hand and wiped his face, even more eager to cover it up.

"Okay, okay, Childe will go out with you to visit this Chasing Yang City, okay?" Qin Fang picked up Huang Lian and ran out two or three steps with a glance.

Poor Miss Liu Jiasan, squatting in the corner by herself.

The city of Zhuyang has been washed by the rain, and it has become more and more beautiful, but the endless flow of people still dominates the entire street. The autumn equinox is approaching, and the weather is going to get colder.

Qin Fang happened to sit down in a small restaurant, and a strange bird with a gray head and blue eyes stopped at his hand.

Yellow paper was poured out of the tube, and there was only a few sentences. Qin Fang's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes froze.

The west wind rolls through the old world.