Everyone has secrets, Grand Master Feng has them, Yan Longxing also has them, and even Li Chongjin, who is full of blood-evil aura, has secrets. Of course no one will know the secret, just like that young man in white clothes who is flawless, his body is full of aura.
There must be a lot of secrets about him, and some people can't help but want to find out. However, the deeper they get to know him, the more they feel that he is shrouded in mist and become more and more difficult to see through.
Of course Taishi Feng wants to know the secret of Yan Longxing, just like Yan Longxing has been asking Taishi Feng, of course he will not tell others his secret easily. The fragrance of tea lingers in his lips, and the glass-like teacup is still between his fingers.
temperature, and of course the scent of tea lingered on their bodies. The three of them didn't talk to each other for too long. They seemed like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. The atmosphere was so harmonious, and they also seemed like conspirators with ulterior motives. Their words
They kept testing each other, and only Li Chongjin, who was full of blood and energy, was like a foil.
No result is the best result. The smoldering heart has already given birth to separation. Li Chongjin left first with a somewhat depressed heart. The young man in white looked at the old man in plain clothes without saying goodbye. Everything seemed so casual.
, everything seems to have some indistinguishable charm.
The young man in white clothes and boots held up a black paper umbrella, and stepped into the vast spring rain with a faint figure. The raging spring cold was swept down by the silk rain falling from the sky. There was no trace of anything around his body.
Even with the little drops of rain, the rushing spring cold did not cause any trouble to the young man. He blended into the vast drizzle like a leisurely stride.
With a somewhat tired smile on his old face, Master Feng watched the young man leave. He did not get up, but poured the boiling water in the pot. In an instant, the three teacups were filled with tea again.
, the rich aroma of tea suddenly overflowed. The cold wind from the cold spring could not dispel the overflowing aroma of tea. Instead, it became more intense, and I don’t know what the red charcoal fire was.
When it was extinguished, only wisps of light smoke rose from the furnace, like a beautiful fairy dancing enchantingly.
It was drizzly and cold in spring, and I don’t know how much sorrow there is in the world. A gleam of insight flashed across Taishi Feng’s turbid eyes, and he pinched the glass-clear teacup between his fingers, looking at the green tea, "
Alas, this tea tastes best at the end. Unfortunately, you don’t understand. You have to ask me to explain it to you. I kindly asked you to stay and drink tea, but you still don’t appreciate it. It’s a waste of my kindness.
" He seemed to be whispering or murmuring. The green color in the glass-like tea cup suddenly jumped, and a thin column of clear and crystal water suddenly rose into the sky and went towards the mouth of the old man in plain clothes, and he
Like a long whale sucking water, he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, with a look of comfort and satisfaction on his face. At this time, his old and bloodless face showed a rosy color like blood.
Just when Li Chenglong and Lai Gouer were discussing the weird fat monk, they saw a young man in white appearing in their sights holding an umbrella that was not too big. To their surprise,
The young man's extremely handsome face, coupled with his spotless temperament, made the young man's figure appear in their minds. The young man looked at them with a smile like a spring breeze,
Then it merged into the rain curtain and disappeared from their sight.
"What a handsome young master. I don't know whose young master he is, but he is even more handsome than Mr. Ye. If he were a woman, he would definitely charm all the men in the world." Li Chenglong couldn't help sighing,
But his emotion unexpectedly did not receive any objection or ridicule from Lai Gouer.
"The imperial capital is the imperial capital, and there are endless strange people and strange things." Lai Gou'er didn't know where he learned such an idiom, and sighed after Li Chenglong.
The silky spring rain seems to be endless and shows no sign of stopping, and the spring cold is getting thicker and thicker. It is so cold that it penetrates into people's bones and makes people shiver. No one likes it.
Staying in the spring rain and enjoying the chilly breath of spring, even the rain makes people feel a bit in awe.
Yan Longxing held up a black cloth umbrella and strolled, his face still had that bright spring-like smile.
But at this moment, he felt that the rain around him suddenly became denser, and a strong pressure surged in, causing him to stop in his tracks. And the hand he was holding on to the umbrella handle could not help but become wider.
The smile on his face has not faded away, but there is an extremely solemn look between his eyebrows.
Not far ahead, in the drizzle, through the layers of rain curtains, a broad figure stood in the middle of the street. It was a fat monk. But he saw the fat monk holding a hand.
String of Buddhist beads, his body had already been soaked by the pattering spring rain, and even his extremely shiny head was dripping with fine rain. His extremely bright cassock had already been soaked with rainwater, and it was almost sticking to his body.
On his body.
"It's a blessing to meet Zen Master Bu Miao in the rain. I'm so polite, junior." Yan Longxing recognized the fat monk in the rain curtain and bowed to him with one hand and said respectfully. Although there was still some respect in his tone, his eyes were still full of respect.
The solemn look in his eyes became even heavier, and the hand holding the umbrella handle was showing some green knots. I don’t know when, there were a few spots on his white boots that were not stained by rain.
There are dark gray raindrop traces.
"Isn't that old man who has returned to hermitage in the East not dead yet?" The fat monk did not show any respect for the young man and had a good look on his face. He asked Yan Longxing in an old-fashioned way. It seemed that he also recognized the young man.
When he said the name of the person in his mouth, the expression on Yan Longxing's face froze obviously, and then disappeared in a flash.
"I'm worried about Zen Master Lao. My tutor has always been very good. Maybe he won't die in the next few years."
"Hmph, how can that man survive so well? Most of his body is buried in the soil, and he still has to carry it to death. The Japanese Zen Master is in a good mood today, and the disciples who have retired to the East are quite polite. You can go." The fat monk in the rain.
He let out a groan of dissatisfaction. He seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Longxing's performance.
Yan Longxing did not raise his feet and walked, but looked at the fat monk's figure in the rain curtain. When the fat figure in front of him gradually faded and finally disappeared from his sight, he relaxed
He took a breath, and the hand that was holding the umbrella handle slowly relaxed. The spotless white boots under his feet were already wet. He also knew that his back was even more wet, and he didn't
I don't know if it was wet by the vast rain or the sweat on my back. Maybe it was both.
The gorgeous paper umbrella was spinning in the rain, and a dazzling long sword pierced through the layers of rain curtains and struck towards the middle-aged man. And the cold male man was soaked by the rain.
The knife broke through the vast rain curtain, and rushed towards the middle-aged man like a cheetah. The sharp edge in his hand flashed, and the raindrops lingering around him were like inspired arrows, shooting wildly in all directions.
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Alai's whole body felt like it was falling apart. He knew that he would not die for a while. He allowed the rain from the sky to sprinkle on his body, but his eyes kept falling on the beautiful figure in purple clothes holding an umbrella that fell from the sky.
And the cold and fierce man Shen Xiong who broke through the rain curtain with a knife and stepped into the battlefield forcefully.
The knife rolled up like a thousand waves. Da Liu took a big step and the water under his feet exploded. The simple knife in his hand was as sharp as the wind, and endless raindrops hit his face.
, but he didn't know it, the wind of the sword broke through the air, a rainbow-like sword light flashed out from his saber, and the sword in his hand rolled up with a sky-shattering force and slashed towards the middle-aged man.
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Two figures, a woman in purple holding a colorful flower umbrella whirling like a shield, and a cold and fierce man holding a knife, attacked forcefully, causing Ning Bugui's eyes to freeze, and he felt something even colder than the spring cold.
A hundred times the cold light. He waved the long knife in his hand, and an unrivaled momentum suddenly rose.
At this time, the rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Ning Bugui felt a heavy pressure on his body. The extremely delicate long knife rolled up the falling rain outside his body, but each sword carried a wild aura.
Penetrating through the rain curtain, two sharp energy burst out from the two weapons.
Ning Bugui retreated again and again, and finally escaped the attacks of the two men. The vast rain curtain turned into a dense net, but he did not retreat too far. Waves of moisture came from his body,
He put away his sword and stood up, with a ferocious look in his condensed eyes. He looked coldly at the two people standing tall in the rain in front of him, but they did not say a word.
Da Liu's tiger eyes shot out smearing light. He was alone in front, and behind him was the woman in purple skirt who was still silent holding a flower umbrella. The tip of the knife was slightly raised, and the middle-aged man in front of him put too much pressure on him.
This feeling filled him with fear. Even though the woman in the purple skirt was helping him, he felt that they were no match for the middle-aged man.
Glancing at Alai lying on the rain-wet street, Liu's frown could not help but tighten. What made him speechless was that Alai didn't seem to know the danger at this time.
He also grinned at him, showing an extremely miserable smile. He didn't recognize the woman in the purple skirt behind him, and he didn't know why she came to help. He didn't look back at the woman, but fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man again.
on the body.
The raindrops began to get heavier, and the spring cold became stronger. Only the raised knife never fell. Such dense spring rain rolled up waves of chill like piercing needles, straight towards the body.
Drill in.
"The person who wanted to be killed by a certain family has never escaped." A cold word came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and then the drizzle started again. The middle-aged man wiped the rain on his forehead and held it in his hand.
The long knife was raised again. A piercing and bloodthirsty cold light once again enveloped the falling raindrops.
Da Liu took a step forward, raised his knife and rushed into the rain curtain again. He knew that the aura gathered by the opponent had reached its extreme, and he could only strike first. The knife rolled up little drops of water, and they shot out quickly.
The raindrops rushed towards the middle-aged man, and his body was already close to the middle-aged man.
"Wow", he stepped hard under his feet, and the water droplets flying up were like scattered iron beads, rolling down one after another. A raindrop suddenly fell in the air, and the chilling sword light erupted from there.
The separated raindrops flashed out. Da Liu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, and his body suddenly dwarfed, and all the layers of sword light turned into a ball of light towards the middle-aged man.
The bottom plate of the knife flew away wildly.
The colorful umbrella suddenly soared into the sky, and the woman in the beautiful purple skirt rose up like a fairy. The sword in her hand was like the flash of light in the spring rain, and the condensed sword light was woven into the sky.
The sword net, denser than the spring rain, enveloped the middle-aged man.
There was a harsh sound of metal interlacing, a few dazzling firelights splashed, three figures suddenly separated, and a few bright peach blossoms fell to the ground like the peach blossoms blooming in spring. The peach blossoms had not yet had time to bloom to an amazing moment, but were caught by that
As the pouring rain washed away, a slightly dazzling red stream quietly formed on the street.
Alai didn't know when he had disappeared from where he was lying on his back, but he quietly appeared behind the middle-aged man, and the tiger eyes under his thick eyebrows showed a faint smile.
. He slowly stretched out his fists, and struck the middle-aged man in the back with a tearing sound.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes revealed a gleam of horror.