There was heavy rain in the alley, and the narrow sink had no time to drain the water. The cold water of the spring rain soaked the feet, making people uncomfortable. In Su Su's eyes, the figure of Yushu Linfeng seemed to be hesitating whether to step into the alley or not. He was just wondering, but only heard Mr. Su, I'm sorry, and then he was hit on the neck with a hand knife, and fainted on the spot. The blind female luthier supported Su Su, who was limp, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. A burly man stood quietly on the threshold and took Su Su. The gate of the courtyard closed with a clatter, and it was obvious that the door was closed. She was not annoyed by her peaceful temperament, so she put the small umbrella in the corner of the door. The cotton bag on her back was soaked by the rain, revealing the shape of a guqin.
When she bent down to put the umbrella quietly, she clasped the knot with two fingers, wiped it lightly, took off the cloth bag, and the wet cotton cloth stirred up a burst of rain.
At the same time, three water flowers burst into the air in the alley, like a lotus flower blooming, and then disappeared in the dim rain.
I saw Huang Tong's Emei Peach Blossom three-handled flying sword being hit by an invisible air mechanism, flipping a few somersaults in the rain, then bounced back to the sleeve, and hid in the soft armored sword pouch.
This is the end of the first murderous temptation.
It was also raining heavily, but the atmosphere inside and outside the courtyard was still very different. After moving several pots of orchids, the old master came to the front room and looked at the blacksmith who was carrying Su Su back with serious eyes. The old master usually does not stay in the blacksmith's shop, but walks quickly through the hall, but today he moved a bench and sat at the door, and the blacksmith kicked the chair to the front of the stove without saying a word, and put the sleeping Su Su on the chair. Only then came to the door and squatted down, glanced back at the young man's back, and sighed.
Ever since Su Su was sensible, the old master became a well-known teacher in the north of the city. Later, a child who was beaten with a board went home and cried, and a man who was good at chopping meat as a butcher went to a private school to beat up people the next day. As a result, the old master was beaten completely helpless. At that time, Su Su was shaking his head and reading sage books in the private school. His blood was hot, so he wanted to help the old master. In fact, Zizi didn't expect to see the blood of the rigid old pedant, so he panicked and escaped from the hut. Later, Uncle Qi, who was a blacksmith, went to the butcher's shop, but he couldn't get back the face and medical compensation. The neighbors who watched the excitement said that the butcher saw the blacksmith and chopped it on the cutting board with a knife. Uncle Qi replied that I was here to buy meat.
When they were teenagers, the two old bachelors in the family became the laughing stock of Liu Scarzi and his group of rascals attacking Su Su. They would definitely not be able to beat Su Su, but Su Su was the next best thing. They all squatted on the sidelines with their bowls in their hands and watched the theater, and learned a lot of spicy swear words. They have benefited a lot these years, and Liu Scarzi has never lost a fight without getting angry. But Su Su also knows that it is useless to quarrel, just like the old master who can speak the truth but is no match for a vulgar butcher, so he likes to listen to the legendary stories of heroes who step on the snow without a trace, and think about this If I can deal with such a great figure in the world once in my life, even if I get beaten up, it will be worth it. In his impression, heroes don't take the usual route. When they show up, they don't say they stand on the top of the city with their swords and swords in their hands. It is the top of the adobe wall that is worthy of the word "master". Unfortunately, there is a military camp outside this town. After living for more than 20 years, I have not even seen a hero flying around. It was hard to hear it a few years ago. It is said that there were two groups of knights on the Sable Terrace who competed with each other, and they ran to admire the demeanor of the master early in the morning, but they didn't expect to show up at noon when they had finished eating a bag of melon seeds. Swords, it's quite a thing, but the two leaders stood on the top of the sable platform without using any hands, only talking, scolded for a long time, and even said that we will fight next time, so they went back to their respective homes, causing Su Su to lie down in bed after returning home. I didn't come back to my senses in bed for a long time. The little martial arts energy that I got up at that time was immediately extinguished by a soak of urine. In the past, I used to go to the dry river bank with a few peers to practice boxing every day, and no one wanted to mention it after that.
It is a pity that he seems to have missed a very close peak fight, and it is even more a pity that he may not know the truth in his life, just like he does not know the staggering identities of the old master and the blacksmith.
There is a clump of plantains planted in the front yard, which is not as tall as the wall, and is sickly. Most of the plantains like half-shade and warm climates. The clump of Huangji plantains in the yard is cold-resistant, and it is one of the few bananas that can grow in Beimang. However, the water and soil in the courtyard are not good, and the growth is sparse. It is due to the fact that young people have lost the bad habit of picking banana leaves to play in these years.
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of rain hitting plantains, is very boring.
The burly blacksmith said in a muffled voice: "The only one who knows we are staying here is Li Yishan, a poisonous man from Beiliang. The two people outside the door, the woman with a piano at the gate of the courtyard, and the man with a knife in the alley are not easy. If there is only one , I can still block it."
The bitter wind and rain were blowing on his face, and the old master didn't realize it. He said softly: "At the beginning, when we fled to the cliff where we could look at the Guanyin Nunnery in the South China Sea, it was Li Yishan himself who led the troops to drive us away. I, Zhao Dingxiu, have been deliberating over the years, and I would never believe that Li Yishan wanted to help me restore the country, but no matter what this strategist who was famous for his extermination in the Spring and Autumn Period fought Abacus, since the Western Shu royal family has not been exterminated for the first time, then even if I, an old man, serve Beiliang as a cow or a horse, it is fine, but if the prince wants to risk himself, do something like sacrifice his life for the Zhao family. I will definitely not agree to the act of the emperor's sight."
The blacksmith was silent, he had never been able to figure out what a scholar was thinking, and he didn't bother to think about it. He has settled here for more than 20 years. Whenever Su Su fell asleep, he was born in a sword-making family in Xishu, and he began to forge iron and swords. He has been casting a sword for more than 20 years. He couldn't think of a good name either, the old master said that this sword should be called Chunqiu.
The old master asked in a deep voice, "When will it be released?"
The blacksmith said softly, "Anytime."
The old master nodded and asked: "Most of the women who carry the qin are the devil Xue Songguan. It seems that there is a new killer list. She is tied for second place with a little girl who killed Wang Mingyin. But the qin player is to restrain evil and be righteous." , a soul-destroying ghost, was used by her to kill people, she has fallen into a low position and gone astray."
The blacksmith surnamed Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, but remained silent.
The old master laughed at himself and said: "I know what you want to say. It is similar to the simple truth of collecting gold and silver in troubled times in prosperous times. I also understand that it is easy to produce pipa songs handed down in times of chaos, but not good piano scores. It's just that there is still some scholarly spirit." I can't rub sand in my eyes. My family has made pianos for generations, and there are many national masters. I am afraid that the unique skill of Babao Qihui will be broken in my hands."
The blacksmith sighed, glanced at the old master, and remembered that the old turtle Huang Longshi said that the scholar Zhao in front of him was an invincible player in the piano world for a hundred years. It's just that now, who still has this kind of leisure.
In the alley outside the wall.
The blind luthier sits cross-legged, and the Jiaowei guqin is placed across his knees, his left hand is hanging in the air, and a finger of his right hand is plucking on the strings.
The clang instantly overshadowed the sound of the wind and rain.
The young swordsman standing at the corner with an umbrella finally stepped into the alley and started running wildly.
The gray sky and earth were cut into two pieces by this picking, a faint silver line cut through the rain curtain like tofu, and came along the middle, Xu Fengnian tiptoed, and his figure jumped over the silver line. After the water curtain was broken, it reunited, but the two walls of the alley were not so lucky, and a thin invisible groove was torn.
The distance between the two changed from a hundred steps to eighty steps.
The female luthier with a delicate baby face was immersed in it, ignoring the man holding the umbrella who rushed forward, still with her right hand, but pressing the strings with two fingers, hitting a circle.
Xu Fengnian, who visited the alley on a rainy night, squinted his eyes, slid his palm down, held the handle of the umbrella, and twisted it lightly with his fingers. The simple oil-paper umbrella swayed and swayed in the alley.
With a snort, the oil-paper umbrella was slid and cut by the two silver threads twisted by the air machine like real sharp edges. Xu Fengnian, who instantly recognized the trajectory, stepped out with his right hand. Overkill.
Seventy steps.
The woman made a relatively cumbersome stacking gesture.
The soybean raindrops in the alley shattered in an instant, and countless tiny potholes exploded on the walls on both sides. The oil-paper umbrella that hadn't landed was almost crushed to powder.
Xu Fengnian kept walking, waved his cuffs, and responded with the broken river that he had realized in the canyon facing the bison rushing.
The two majestic air energies collided with each other, and Xu Fengnian took advantage of the situation to sneak through the broken rain wall in the alley, and drew closer to sixty steps.
The blind luthier rolled a pinch with his slender right hand.
A particularly thick silver thread rolled and surged in front of him, swimming and gliding wantonly in the alleys, like a dragon coming out of the river, rushing towards Xu Fengnian who was unwilling to stop. Another smaller silver-threaded snake swept through the air from behind in an arc, and cracked a thick gap in the center of the wall on her left hand, with shallow gaps on both sides, and shot at the bowed swordsman first. After sheath Chunlei left his hand, he was entangled with the silver snake, a string of sparks bloomed, Xu Fengnian then hooked his five fingers, and held the silver light swimming fiercely like a python with his right hand. Breaking, the water splashed on the chest, what a beautiful scene.
As soon as Xu Fengnian's figure arrived, heavy rain poured down on the blind female luthier.
Only fifty steps away.
With a flick of Xu Fengnian's fingers, Chunlei pierced high into the sky, pierced the rain curtain in the sky, and fell towards the woman's head.
A gold thread comes out of the sleeve.
The face of the woman who was waiting here tonight was as usual, her left hand hanging in the air finally came down, and the sliding sound was soft and peaceful.
The Spring Thunder Sheath and the Flying Sword Golden Thread were both drawn by the Severing Qi Machine. Although Xu Fengnian took it back forcefully, he also lost the opportunity. Finally, he had to stop and stand still, rolling his sleeves out, resisting the violinist's left hand. The String Killer.
Acupuncture mirror.
The mirror surface is strong, but it cannot withstand thousands of needles.
After a blink of an eye, the sound of the piano stopped, and Xu Fengnian looked down at his left shoulder. The blood oozes out, getting thicker and thicker. Even if he is new to King Kong, he can't stop the injury.
He somewhat understood why he was called good at fingering and killing King Kong.