Red Sleeves looked at the car driving farther and farther away in the army, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned!

"Master, don't worry, go with confidence! Red Sleeves will always be by your side!" After speaking, the smile on his face gradually faded and turned into an extraordinary calm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the spring of March, the birds and warblers are crying! The begonia flowers are blooming and the spring rain is coming, which is a good season to kill!

There is a wine house in the chaotic city, the place is not big, but it is very famous! The wine is as fragrant as an orchid, and its strength is as strong as a sword!

There is also a bad old man in this wine house, sixty or seventy spring and autumn, far away every other day, close to the soil, and usually sick. The daily business of the wine house is acceptable, but there is an unwritten rule here, each person is not allowed to buy more than one pound of wine per day!

This old man saw that his health was not as good as day by day, and he was thinking about finding someone to inherit this family business! It was a pity that he chose a young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was a lazy and sick baby!

Today, it rained in this chaotic Xiongguan, and it was said that the spring rain was as expensive as oil, but it was the worst day for the business of this wine house!

"Master, I'll just say that you are a bad person for breaking the rules! If you can sell more when you can sell more, why do you have to live a hard life every day?"

The old man was sallow-faced, terminally ill, and skinny, and he was afraid that the end was approaching!

"On this pestilence-stricken rainy day, how can any guests come? I see that you old fellow is also sick! Why don't you swallow some rat pills as soon as possible, and die as soon as possible, so that I can take over this property as soon as possible!" The young man's words were so angry that he couldn't pay for his life, which made the old man in the house cough even more!

"That's how you like things outside of you?"

The young man twisted his head and raised his chin, "You old guy knows a fart!" Lao Tzu just wants to get more money and silver to go to that Sanqing Mountain to find immortals and ask!"

"Hey... Idiot...... There is no help!"

The young man looked at the rain curtain outside the door, and thought of the white and tender big-breasted fat ass of the widow next door!

On the streets of Chaoxiong City, because of the rain, there are no stalls or sellers, but the best business on a rainy day is the brothel Qinglou, in this soft weather, those who drink tea drink tea, and those who sleep sleep! Who would have nothing to do to see the streets?

A woman, dressed in brocade clothes, with a paper umbrella, is such a wonderful person, and she is also the blank of the top brand Oiran in that place of wind and moon at will!

The woman was graceful and charming, with a fatal charm, and there was a group of people behind her, covered by black robes, and covered with veils! There were about a dozen of them, and one person with a yellow oil-paper umbrella hung far behind, following the woman's footsteps, and did not dare to exceed the rules in the slightest!

The spring rain is affectionate, falling on the paper umbrella, and the murmuring is endless!

The woman's steps are light, as if she is stepping on the bluestone slab, and as if she is stepping on the stagnant water on the street! Keep moving forward, never looking left or right! With mystery, with weirdness, with unspeakable secrets, with an inexplicable murderous aura! It is the so-called delicate and fairy, fairy to the extreme and demonic, the demon is fickle, quiet as the moon, moving like a Yama!

The rain has been falling since the beginning of the morning, and not only has it not stopped, but it has become more urgent at this time!

The woman stopped in front of a small and ordinary wine house, and the black-clothed people behind her also stopped! The eaves fell on the umbrella and stirred up a huge splash, like a begonia, which opened and fell, fell and opened!

"Oh! I really let the master say, I really have a guest today, and I am still a little lady who looks like a fairy!" The young man woke up from his dazed state, looked at the woman holding an umbrella standing under the eaves outside the door, and rubbed his eyes carefully as if he didn't believe it, and the obscene little eyes suddenly lit up!

And the bad old man who has been lying in bed in the room walked out for no reason!

"It turns out that a distinguished guest is coming! Xiao Mao'er, you go to the house first, and I will personally receive this guest!"

Xiao Mao'er came up vigorously, "Don't go in! Why do you want to pick up a beautiful one?"

The old man's face was pale, "Obedient! If you go in today, I will pass on this wine house to you tomorrow!"

Xiao Mao'er glanced at her mouth and walked into the back room with a mutter!

After the young man walked into the back room, the bad old man, who was usually sick, walked to the steps outside the door, his face gradually became solemn, and his rickety body gradually straightened!

The woman standing under the eaves smiled slightly, her face was full of joy, and she owed a blessing: "The little woman has seen Mr. Zhao, the first sword of the chaotic male, Mr. Zhao Yuju!"

"It is rumored that there are begonias in the north of the cang, with a peerless appearance, and they like to kill people in the rain! There are also eighteen shadow guards, and they are also the most powerful eagle dogs under Su Laogou!" The old man sneered, "Today's dispatch of such a big battle can afford me!"

The woman smiled, but she was not angry, and shook her head gently, "Mr. became famous too early, with a sword and a wine jug, all the heroes of the world will bend their waists!

"Hey... When I first came to this place, I thought it was good, but after all these years, I can't get enough of it!"

"Ranxiong is indeed a good place to go! The name is good, and the place is good!"

"Uh-huh... Zhao is happy to listen to what you say, and the person who can say this is not like a layman!" The old man nodded, "But it shouldn't be such a scene!"

The woman smiled again, "What Mr. said is reasonable! But if I want to talk about business today, I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to Mr.!" But someone wants me to ask Sir, Mr. has guarded the Great Zhou and has been entrenched here for 20 years, so do you have any opinion about my Beicang?"

"If you don't listen to the drunkard's opinion," the old man waved his hand, "but you want to come in and have a drink?"

The woman shook her head, "I'm in a hurry today, so I won't drink it!

"Well, it's not good for drinking today, but I'm afraid that if I come back another day, it won't be my wine!"

"Don't worry! I'll take a jar with me when I leave!" the woman threw the umbrella upward, and the paper umbrella flew towards the sky with Xuan'er, "Mr. Zhao, please!"

The old man's body was suddenly straight, his clothes were bulging, and his beard was windless and automatic, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, peerless!

The woman's momentum also changed abruptly, no longer warm as jade, but as majestic as a golden cracked stone! The two of them rushed to each other, and suddenly the waves of anger rolled, swinging around, and a few of the black-clothed people behind the woman couldn't stand the momentum and were directly pushed out a hundred meters away, and the young man who was flooding in the heart of the house was directly shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood, hit the wall behind him, and passed out!

"The little woman leads Mr. Wine Sword Flow with a family heirloom dripping sword!"

The internal force was agitated, the momentum exploded, the two opened and closed, the rain in the sky was forced by this momentum, and had to go retrograde, for a while, the rain was cut off and diverted, and there was no rain in the chaotic city!

In the fierce battle between the two, they each took out their swords, and their moves were ruthless, and the swords were deadly!

I don't know how long it took, but the rain began to fall again! It was flowing again, and it was murmuring again! Gentle like a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, the smoke and rain were both annoying and lovely!

The woman caressed her chest with one hand, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her sleeve was pierced by the sword!

The woman said weakly: "Bury him!"

After speaking, he stepped into the wine house, picked out a jar of good wine in the wine house, sat down on the table, patted the mud seal, and drank it with the altar, without the slightest reserve of a woman! The corner of his mouth still flowed with blood-colored wine! But no one dared to disturb him!

"Master, you're almost there, you're almost there, you must like this wine! Red Sleeves misses you so much......"