It has been raining in Nan'an for seven nights. The raindrops are beating on this delicate and fragile city, and the water vapor is pouring up. The whole city seems to have entered a fairyland. Paper umbrellas bloom like flowers, and elegant and slender women hold them and step on them.

On the small street paved with bluestones, a handsome man rode past, splashing water all over the ground.

It's like an extremely quiet world, full of indescribable moist fragrance.

"Nan'an is such a beautiful city." The man in the restaurant said lightly as he looked downstairs at a graceful woman walking by holding an oil-paper umbrella with a beautiful rhododendron embroidered on it. The man was very tall.

He was handsome, but although he admired the beautiful scenery of Nan'an, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he could not see any real joy or anger.

The middle-aged man at the next table, who was slightly blushing after drinking, laughed out loud when he heard these words. He leaned on his chair, with a lewd smile on his fat and bloated face: "This gentleman only knows the beautiful scenery of Nan'an."

One, but I don’t know the other. In this hazy rainy world, the beauty of heaven and earth is certainly elegant, but the real beauty of Nan’an..."

There was a slight fluctuation in the man's indifferent expression, and he asked: "What is it?"

The middle-aged man drank another glass of wine with some pride: "Of course it's Shili Jinhong."

The man looked at the wine in the glass and said: "I only know that the Nan'an scenery is ten miles red with frost. In autumn, when I take a boat down to enjoy the flowers, both sides of the river bank seem to be burning..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted the man's words: "You and I are not talking about the same thing. What's so good about those ten miles of frosty red flowers and plants?"

The man didn't speak any more, but the middle-aged man had already stood up. The attendants around him hurriedly put on his coat. He ignored the man beside him and went straight downstairs.

A young attendant looked at the man's dazed look and couldn't help laughing. When the man looked at him, he began to explain: "Shili Jinhong is the largest romantic place in Nan'an City, Qiangwei."

The sea of ​​flowers refers to the sand-filled fairy's room."

The man picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It turns out to be a brothel..."

The young attendant saw that his robes were of great value, and that he had a handsome face and a calm demeanor. He thought he was a young master from a foreign family. His words would arouse his interest, and then he led him to the "Ten Miles" place.

"Jinhong", but the man didn't seem to be interested. After saying something, he continued to drink slowly. He thought for a while and shook his head: "You can't say that, the sea of ​​roses is really like a fairyland on earth."

, Fairy Mansha is even more..."

The attendant was still waiting to say more, but the man suddenly raised his head and glanced. The attendant felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately shut up and walked away in a hurry.

The singer holding the pipa in the restaurant sang softly:

"Rouge snow, drunk in the world of mortals. How many tears fall from the red carved flowers."

The white-haired girl cried like a girl, and was lost in the wind."

The man drank another drink, and suddenly a man sat down in front of him. The man looked a bit old. He took a pipe, took a puff and slowly spit it out. After a long time, he said: "This rain has already stopped."

It’s been raining for seven days in a row.”

"It's been the rainy season in Nan'an lately," the man said calmly, without showing any dissatisfaction with this uninvited guest.

This uninvited guest is the owner of a wine shop. He has lived in Nan'an City for decades. He likes nothing more than chatting with these foreigners who have come from afar. Seeing that the man from a noble family actually talked to me, I couldn't help but feel a little happy: "

Yes, after all, the misty rain is the beauty of Jiangnan. This is my first time in Nan'an."

"I came here many years ago with a friend," the man replied.

The boss glanced at the man and asked, "How noble is your son this year?"

"Twenty and eight. When I came to Nan'an, I was only seventeen." The man took a sip of wine.

"Oh, sir, what a coincidence. I was seventeen years old when I came to Nan'an. I originally thought I was just passing through a city, but I happened to meet a woman in this city. I didn't say it, but the women in Nan'an City are really troublesome.

Man, no, once you get stuck, I can never leave you again." The boss took a drag on his cigarette.

The man smiled and said nothing.

"Sir, have you ever met a girl from Nan'an City?" The boss suddenly came over and asked slyly.

The man nodded: "I know the friend I just mentioned, he is from Nan'an City."

"Oh, the friend you are talking about is a woman." The boss's eyes revealed a somewhat ambiguous smile, "Then where is she now?"

The man whispered: "He's dead."

The boss opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. The man suddenly stood up, put a silver ingot on the table, and walked slowly downstairs. The boss hurriedly followed, but he rubbed his hands and didn't know what to say.

What, I feel annoyed that I said too much and said the wrong thing, which made others sad.

The man walked out of the restaurant and opened the oil-paper umbrella he carried with him.

"It's a good umbrella." The boss praised it.

The man nodded: "You have been with me for many years." After saying that, he stepped into the rain curtain without looking back.

The boss sighed, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and shouted: "Sir, next time you come to my shop for a drink, I'll treat you to it!"

The man didn't speak and walked forward slowly.

"The mist is hazy, and the beauty is far away in the mountains. Thousands of mountains separate me, and my thoughts are endless." A child reciting a poem ran past.

When he was almost at the city gate, the man finally stopped and looked up. The words "Nan'an City" were scrawled on the city gate. It was put up by the then county governor Xiao Mingli after he was drunk.

.

Nan'an City is, after all, the city of peace in the south.

It is still a difficult city to live in.

The man suddenly raised his head, and there was a person standing on top of the city gate. The person was dressed in white, standing with her back to the man, without an umbrella, but there seemed to be a barrier around her, and the rainwater could not touch her clothes.

She seemed to feel the murderous aura rising from behind, and suddenly turned around.

The gray scarf covered his face and his eyes were piercing. It was none other than the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, Li Hanyi, who had descended from Cangshan Mountain.

The man stretched out his right hand, and with a slight stroke of his fingertips, all the water droplets around him were sucked up by him.

The sound of rain around me suddenly became quieter.

Suddenly the world became very quiet.

Only the water sword in the man's hand was getting bigger and bigger, showing the supreme sword power and faintly resembling the roar of a dragon.

Li Hanyi frowned slightly, as if he recognized the person in front of him, and said hesitantly: "Puppet?"

The man slightly raised the oil-paper umbrella, with a slight smile in his eyes, and with a slight wave of his finger, the water sword flew straight towards Li Hanyi.

"Anhe Su Family, Su Muyu." The man said softly.

Li Hanyi pulled out the iron horse Binghe from his waist and drew a sword, cutting the water sword into two sections with one blow. Then he jumped down, collapsing the water sword and splashing water all over the sky.
Chapter completed!