The weather and people's mood are sometimes the same, there is no eternal sunny day, and there is no eternal laughter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAt a certain time, there will always be something sad that crosses people's hearts, like a white cloud drifting across the sky, bringing a thunderstorm.

Especially the summer rain, which is coming, catches people off guard. Just now, the sun was shining, and in an instant, dark clouds were thick, thunder was drumming, and suddenly it was pouring down.

Such good rain can sometimes cleanse people's moods. When it rained, Cao Bing was outside the door downstairs, sharpening bamboo sticks one by one with a knife, as if such a rainstorm had nothing to do with him. His wife was downstairs in the hall, holding a basket of women's red needlework, planning to make a pair of shoes. The two Worms were being driven back from the orchard by the heavy rain.

When they are driven back by the heavy rain, they don't shout in ecstasy when they run: "Good rain, good rain, it's really going to rain, it's too fast, it's too fast!"

The husband and wife didn't say a word, they didn't even laugh, just like the big and small flocks of chickens that were pecking at insects and ants in the bamboo forest, they all swayed back in a swarm, but none of the chickens made a little noise!

At that moment, Nan Jian and Hua Yu really couldn't figure out whether they were infected by chickens or infected by chickens! Anyway, they were very similar in this regard.

However, the heavy rain also brought two strangers at the same time!

Two hunters.

They wore cooked cowhide boots, short-sleeved undershirts and green cloth trousers, a pot of arrows on their backs, a knife at their waists, a bow diagonally over their shoulders, and a red tassel spear in each hand. They look savage and fierce! They are indeed two hunters, worthy of the name. They ran wildly all the way, rushing to the downstairs corridor of the little insect attic, and when they entered the eaves, they also inadvertently glanced up, standing on the attic and looking at the southern sword and flower language that was falling madly in the heavy rain.

In such a remote mountain village, the appearance of flower language is very eye-catching! In particular, for those hunters who drill the mountains all day long to hunt, it is equivalent to seeing a fairy, their eyes are hungry, and their hearts are confused. After all, such a person eats the meat of birds of prey and beasts, wears the skin of jackals, tigers and leopards, and the brute strength on his body is very terrifying.

Of course, they also know the bugs, as they often hunt near the bugs' estates. In their eyes, the bug is really a bug, and as long as they want, they can trample on the bug with their big feet. Fortunately, the mother-in-law of the little worm is a woman who is even more delicate than a boar, otherwise these rough hunters would have been trapped!

But now, they feel a little uncomfortable.

Dragged wet shoes, dirty red tassel guns, and hunting tools all over them, they generously broke into the hall of the insects. has a lot of anti-customer momentum, and he doesn't treat himself as an outsider at all. They looked at the two big chairs, and sat down with a bang, which startled the lady who was doing needlework on the side, and thought that they were going to dismantle the chairs!

The little worm couple didn't seem to see it, they didn't stop the harsh criticism, and they didn't flatter and greet them. But they stood under the eaves of the porch, cowering, like two passers-by sheltering from the rain.

"Little worm!" At this time, the square-faced man with a messy beard called out to him in a voice like a broken gong, "The visitor is also a guest, you can go and give our brother two dozen cups of tea to drink!"

Without waiting for the little worm to respond, the old lady glanced at the two of them very unhappily, and pouted at a ceramic tea jar on the table, "There is a jar of herbal tea in that jar," she said unceremoniously, "If you want to eat, pour it yourself, and who do you expect to serve you!"

The two hunters were robbed of their innocence by him like this, but they were not bored, so they had to swallow their stomachs full of resentment for the time being. They went to the table and poured two cups of tea to drink, then returned to their chairs and sat down. And now, they began to hold a pair of curious eyes, quietly watching the old lady doing needlework, that kind of look was the look of pondering each other's origin and identity.

"Hey, old man, are you the mother of the little worm?" At this time, the hunter with a slightly longer face and some wrinkles on his forehead asked Cao Bing's wife.

But the old woman would not take care of them, "You also take shelter from the rain, and we will pass by," said the old woman, "what are you doing with so many questions!"

The two glanced at each other, and once again felt that they had eaten a closed door, and they were very unhappy. At this time, the rain outside cleared the sky, and the sun came out again.

The two hunters got up, and when they were about to reach the door, they saw Cao Bing sitting on a small stool outside the door, and he had been sharpening bamboo sticks one by one with a knife. Therefore, they were puzzled and asked, "Old man, what are you doing with cutting so many bamboo sticks?"

"It worked. Cao Bing didn't raise his head, just lowered his head and did his own thing.

The two of them glanced at each other again, and they sneered, feeling that the people in it were very strange. When they went out, Xiao Worm and his wife were still standing under the eaves of the porch, seeing that the rain had stopped, and they were ready to go to work again with their hoes. As the two hunters went out, they glanced at the worm and said, "Let's go!" and they said, "Thank you for the tea!" and their tone was very unhappy, as if to warn each other.

And walked out of the eaves of the porch and walked to the open space in front of her, at this time, a touch of the sun after the rain shone on the attic, and also on Hua Yu, who was wearing a light yellow dress, and Nanjian was also by her side. Under the golden light, Nanjian looked a little haggard, his beard was a little messy, after all, he was a seriously injured person, his body would be relatively weak, and his face was not very good-looking. It is the language of flowers, under the glow of a touch of the sun, the appearance is elegant, just like the hibiscus out of the water, the brilliance is shining, so that the two hunters can't help but look back frequently.

The two hunters, who had been so angry with her, met such a fairy-like beauty, and threw their resentment away for the time being, but they were full of praise for the woman they had just seen in the attic. The two of them talked and laughed, walked out of the manor of the little worm, crossed the path outside the village gate, and prepared to go up the mountain to continue hunting.

"Two good men, where are you going?" Suddenly, a voice stopped them. The two looked back and saw that it was Wang Dongdong, who was familiar with each other.

This Wang Dongdong was a partner who grew up with them, and now he is a prodigal son who is fooling around in Phoenix. He often went to these two hunters' houses to buy some game, and went to the city to resell it to earn some difference. Seeing the two of them, talking about a beautiful woman he had just seen in the attic, talking and laughing, he was also full of interest.

"What earth-shattering things can we do," said the two hunters with a laugh, "isn't it just guarding this barren mountain, looking for some game, and selling it for a few money to feed the family?" ”

"Not this, not this!" he said, "and what you just said was not about hunting. ”

"That's a thing of fighting!"

"It's a matter of birds, a matter of chickens!" he said laughing.

"Hey, you guy, you have really sharp ears!" said the two hunters, "yes, we just talked about chicken hunting." ”

"Tell me about it!"

So they told him in detail what they had seen in the attic of the worm. Wang Dongdong shouted when he heard this, "Good girl, it turns out that they are here!"

When the two hunters heard this, they hurriedly asked, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"Are they an old man and an old woman, a swordsman with a sword on his back, and a beautiful woman who looks like a flower?"

The two hunters nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes!

"These four of them are the four people who are making trouble in Phoenix City!" Wang Dongdong said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Right now, the boxing champion in Phoenix City, Master Qin Jubo, is gathering the seven great martial kings and looking for these four people everywhere. ”

"Then what shall we do?" said the two hunters, frightened and panicked, "or go and tell them!"

"Tell them you have a problem with your brain?"

"Brother Wang, do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course I have a good idea," Wang Dongdong said with a smile, "You don't know, that man with a sword on his back has a huge fortune on his body, he was originally very powerful, but now he is seriously injured, and he is injured by the sword king Mo Rongbai, and he is already a powerless person; And the two of them, they only need to send a fierce woman to settle it!"

"Then we, when will we do it?"

"Just tonight. (To be continued.) )