It's raining.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley tomorrow.

The spring rain in May is always so engaging, so quietly, and quietly falling silently in the night when no one perceives it.

Zhao Xiaobai stood up, used exquisite breakfast, stretched a few times, and looked out the window.

The drizzle of slanting wind and drizzle has covered the clear sky of yesterday with a thin water curtain as thin as a veil.

I remember that year, I was sent down the mountain with my fellow disciples, and was in such a shallow mist and rain. Unexpectedly, after a few years, the mist and rain remained.

However, a warning came from the spiritual sense, and he couldn't help but be shocked: It turned out to be...? Your uncle, this movement is really big!

Zhao Xiaobai tied his hair, changed his shoes, touched Mengchen's sword on his waist, asked Bai Tieer for an oil-paper umbrella, and walked into the hazy rain alley...

Yangdu Old City, by the Yongjiang River.

The smoke is misty, the drizzle is slanted on the bridge, and the water is curved.

There were a few small black-sailed boats moored by the water, with lazy boatmen wearing straw raincoats and standing beside the boat.

The drizzle of spring always carries a hazy charm, with smoke lingering, like a dream; the air is sometimes mixed with a few faint fragrances, just like beautiful children's love affairs, or like lilac petals floating in the wind;

As promised, the face in the dream came, with a few touches of redness falling in the wind, graceful and beautiful. The past is like a roll of old books, slowly unfolding in front of people.

The boatman with half-closed eyes suddenly discovered that a light red oil-paper umbrella floated in the winding river water in front of him, like a gauze-like rain.

A barefoot woman was walking on the river like a flat ground. Her light white skirt was swaying in the breeze and her black hairs drifted in the drizzle seemed to suggest that she had a shocking face.

However, a faint murderous aura spreads in the air. As an ordinary square courtyard is reflected in the eyes, the ethereal murderous aura gradually condenses into Taotian's murderous intent and spreads in the rain.

In the alley by the river, a small square courtyard was silent in the rain, and an ancient-shaped rectangular wooden board reads: Falling Flowers Wine Stack.

The sound of water ticking, accompanied by the sound of chewing food.

A young man wearing an old light blue shirt and rolled up his cuffs was enjoying his slightly late breakfast in the winery. There was even a light cup of wine on the wooden table in the middle of the lobby of the winery.

His breakfast was simple but exquisite: a bowl of glutinous rice porridge, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of fennel beans. He ate very slowly and chewed very carefully, as if he was savoring the heavy sword intent from the drizzle.

With a "boom", the wooden window was broken, and a graceful woman held an umbrella and ventured into the broken window. The umbrella shook and threw it away casually, blooming in the corner of the door like a peach blossom.

Well, the peach blossoms bloom in a cluster without a master, the cute deep red is affected by light red?

The woman stopped, and the light and shadow in her hand changed, and she had changed into a long sword with a shiny green light.

The man did not seem surprised, but just sighed slightly and said, "Hu'er will go to exchange for fine wine, and will be sold with you forever sorrow."

"Yi Yefang, although you are quite famous, you are always a junior in front of me. You can't be more polite when you come in?"

Before the woman could answer, the man took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and praised: "Good wine! Do you want to have a sip?"

This barefoot woman, known as Yi Yexing, is only twenty-three or four years old at most. She has a round face, a white skin color, a pair of big eyes, and two shallow dimples, which are refreshing and pleasant.

She had anger on her face, but her eyes were full of smiles, and she said, "Shisho Jian, since I'm here, are you still eating and drinking?"

"Are you worried that I will be killed by my sword for a while and that I will be a starving ghost from now on?"

The man, known as Jian Shixiu, smiled faintly, slowly put down the glass of wine, burped, and said, "Women can fight and kill, but don't shout at the mouth. Is it too bad to see the scenery?"

The woman pursed her thin lips, and her slightly frowned eyebrows were like the misty distant mountains in the drizzle. She slowly leaned over and said, "Yi Yefang, the eldest disciple of the Zhongshan Sect, came to see off Senior Brother Jian of Beishan Sect."

The calm tone is filled with extreme coldness and unquestionable determination.

Yes, the man in front of him was as cunning as a fox and a ghost in this city. He had long been a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh. Today he had to "pull" him!

After the woman said that, she stood up slowly, raised her sword and chanted as if no one was around her, "I will practice the murderous sword and live in Hanshan for ten years!"

With a "bang", the tables and chairs in front of the man exploded, and the wood chips flew everywhere. The flying wood chips were like sharp arrows, which immediately pierced the four walls and roofs, and raindrops dripping down.

The sword came without warning, but the man seemed to be prepared for a long time. He flashed back and forth, and his tall and long figure had a floating wind.

Looking at the broken room and the falling rain, the man raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows raised, his entire face, and the old shirt on his body, seemed to suddenly become vivid, and exuded an unspeakable style in an instant.

The man's erratic figure walked through the sword rain, and the rain did not touch his clothes. A faint man's voice sounded in the sword rain: "Little girl, have you forgotten that one month ago, and he led the crowd to make trouble, but he returned in a defeat."

"Do you think today, if you ask a few old, weak and disabled soldiers from the backer, you can get it?"

This voice is full of magnetic nature, with the unique charm of a mature man, and the erratic figure is not blocked by the sword rain.

The woman did not speak, and sang on the sun: "Live in the mountains and eat the wind and dew, come out of the mountains and kill the strong and tenacious!"

A sword exploded with "Hu" and rolled up water droplets in the rain, and suddenly became colorful light. Every drop of raindrops seemed to be dancing with a small sword. The murderous intent soared into the sky immediately enveloped the entire hut.

Amid the sound of "papapapapapapa", the wine jars displayed in the house exploded one after another, and the strong fragrance of wine drifted in the rain; behind the house, the sound of spreading wings was heard, as if a dove was flying up...

The man was a little surprised: "The phoenix falling into the water is not as good as a chicken" in "The Sword Technique of Mud Bottle"? Unexpectedly, you actually moved the mountain in just one month?"

"Is it such a benefit to join forces with the demons and recognize the thief as his father?"

"No wonder there are always so many people in this world who devote themselves to joining each other, and even their ancestors can be ignored!"

The man said, his eyes suddenly turned sharply, and with a "clang", the sword in his hand spread out, and he said, "The road of wind and rain is three thousand, and the mist and rain changes."

"Brush, brush, brush!" The sound of the air bursting and the endless clash of gold and iron sounded in the air.

The shaking hut suddenly felt like it was fired by thousands of arrows, and it collapsed with a loud bang; two figures rose in the slanting wind and drizzle with sword light, and the jingling swords flew over the other side of the river...

The woman scolded: "What 'a phoenix that falls into the water is not as good as a chicken'?"

"This sword technique is called 'Luxia and the Lone Elves Flying Together', okay? Do you think you can tell me nonsense like this to divide my god?"

"Hmph!"

With a cold snorkeling, the woman's sword was even more urgent. Even the raindrops falling in the air were destroyed one by one by one by her sword energy, and the hut was filled with faint clouds.

"Puff!" The man seemed to be careless and was pierced through his left arm by the little woman with a sword. The blood that drifted instantly reflected the red surface of the river.

The woman's words were still gentle, as gentle as if she was expressing her wish to the man she liked: "Senior Brother Jian, you offended me, do you understand now?"
Chapter completed!