The area around Xiaonan Lane is particularly quiet and quiet, so quiet that the sound of rain falls like thunder, and the sound of cool breeze blowing through the signs of the dilapidated cake shop is like pine waves. From the horizontal street to the vertical street, and then to the other street, you can't see any passers-by walking in the rain. However, it's already night, and occasionally there can be a few crying children, and you can see dimness coming from a private house.

Just like when we came, the water waves were slightly chaotic on the bluestone slab. In the reflection in the water, Du Ruo slowly walked by with a paper umbrella. The eaves of the umbrella blocked his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

He was deliberately avoiding, just like when he came to Xiaonan Lane. When he came to Xiaonan Lane, he was deliberately avoiding the searched Nangong family. When he went back, he still wanted to avoid Song Jifan's people, all of them were enemies!

He did not doubt whether Nangong Huber would fool him, because there was no need. Now he is not worth Nangong Huber's trouble of finding other reasons to avoid it. Just like Master Du San, someone asked for help when he was willing to help, and if he was unwilling to help, he would not help, and if he was unwilling to help, he would not help, and there was no need for excuses.

Du Shanjiang's identity is not worthy of the grand master Fairy Fuyao to find excuses to avoid it.

"It seems that my sense of belonging to this world is getting stronger and stronger!"

The rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella, and the sound was loud. The wind blew up was quite strong. There were faint raindrops on his face, slightly cool. He walked slowly with his head down, but he was thinking.

He couldn't remember when it started. He had forgotten to go back, and gradually he could feel more and more that he was Du Ruo, the leader of the scholar gang of Juyi Gang, and an inconspicuous person in this world.

Perhaps it was because of the threat of Yi Jianmen Zhuo Bufan who had to bow his head, and he felt hatred in his heart, and he had a different emotion.

Perhaps it was because Chen Yi and his son died at his hands, and Chen Baichuen left quietly, feeling a lot in his heart, with more responsibility and more responsibility to bear.

Maybe, kill more people,

I am just a person who likes blood and gambling!

Perhaps, Meng Qingping was holding a saltpeter bucket in the Thirteen Villages to seek justice for him. When he left, he left a knife and a letter, but a knife technique took care of his dignity.

Perhaps, it was Lu Yang standing in front of him and saying, "If anyone bullies you, I will help you kill whom?" Then the two of them came to die side by side, laughing together, being rampant together, and not being blamed together!

Perhaps, the blackhead always follows him silently, not afraid of death, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of ridicule, not even the qualification to block the knife for him.

Perhaps, when he saw Meng Qingping in trouble, he rushed forward without any hesitation and drew his sword to help, without asking for rewards or fearing consequences, but he just felt that he should take action. No matter how floods he was, someone would accompany me to the river!

Perhaps, when you come, your dignity is lost.

But I haven't picked it up yet, I'm really unwilling to accept it!

It was raining heavily, and the shops on both sides were closed. A young man in white was reflected on the bluestone slab. His strange face gradually became familiar. In the darkness, there was a very faint luster, perhaps because of the talent of the naked eye, or perhaps because of the dim light in those houses.

"tread"

Step out with a gentle foot,

A shrill sound of wind came out, as if a knife was coming, so fast that it could not react at all. Du Ruo stood quietly like this, and at some point he saw a sword shadow in his eyes, appearing and dreaming.

Sword, stab,

A raindrop as big as a bean breaks open,

The raindrops exploded from the middle and instantly dispersed, turning into tiny and weak droplets of water.

The sword came so fast,

"Squeeze"

The eaves of the oil paper umbrella are broken a little bit,

The rain on the umbrella instantly flowed down and dripped onto the clothes. A complete umbrella broke a few inches from the middle and separated the two sides.

Umbrella, or umbrella, can still block the rain,

The jade crown with hair tied above the head broke and fell to the ground, making two large splashes of water, making a little crisp sound on the ground, the hair was scattered, strands of black hair were scattered, blown by the wind, swaying slightly.

"What a strong sword!"

Du Ruo stood quietly for a long time, his eyes turned red slightly, as if flames were burning. A figure was dancing gracefully in the roar, and the sword was dancing.

What he saw was a knife.

It rained heavily that day,

On the quiet street, Du Ruo stood quietly.

He looked at a closed inn next to him. There was a faint crack on the pillar outside the door, and a straight cut. At that moment, he seemed to have penetrated the pillar. Under the dark black paint, there were countless cracks and holes.

That's the sword mark,

A woman blew a sword at the pillar,

No, it's thousands of swords,

But there is only one sword!

With one sword, millions of swords extended, destroying everything, and cutting through everything,

The sword fills the whole world,

Every sword is a truth.

It’s unreasonable, it’s also true!

…………

Deep in Xiaonan Lane, Nangong Huber, who was eating, suddenly raised his head and a slight emotion appeared in his calm eyes.

"It disappeared, who saw it?" Nangong Huber muttered.

"What did you say?" asked the old lady Nangong.

"Oh, nothing?" Nangong Huber smiled on his face, picked up a piece of meat, put it in the bowl of Mrs. Nangong, and said, "Come on, mother, eat some meat, look at you, you are in such a poor health!"

"Stupid girl, aren't you as thin as a monkey?"

Nangong Huber smiled, without saying much, looked out again, shook his head slightly.

She met a swordsman today.

A real swordsman, a swordsman like her,

However, this swordsman took the wrong path and entered a dead end.

The road is lonely, so she saved the other party’s life and left a sword intent for the other party. She wanted to use this sword intent to pull the other party back from the wrong path. Perhaps it won’t take long. On the road of lonely, there will be a like-minded person who can work together!

It's really working together,

Only those in the Holy Way can move forward with her,

Over the years, her mother has been urging her to get married. She knows that she can't resist her mother and she will get married, but she has never met anyone who is truly qualified to get married with her.

The person named Wang Que today is very good.

A lonely man who is also a kendo,

Although Wang Que is waiting for others, Nangong Huber can naturally become the one who should come.

It's just a pity that the other party rejected her sword.

It seemed that he refused to work together.

However, Nangong Huber did not expect that the sword intent she placed there would be touched by others, and was touched when she was about to disappear.

But, she was very disappointed.

This person is not Wang Que or the one who can exert this sword intent. It can only be regarded as a little opportunity. Fairy Fuyao's Tao only belongs to Nangong Humber.

If a genius touched this sword intent, it might even ruin a genius. In this world, there are too few people who can reject her Nangong Humber sword intent. Today, there have been two, and it is impossible for a second one.
Chapter completed!