It was raining heavily in the alleyway. The narrow water trough did not have enough time to drain the water. The spring rain was like oil, soaking the soles of one's feet. It was very uncomfortable. In Su Su's eyes, the handsome figure seemed to be hesitating whether or not to step into the alleyway. He was puzzled when he heard a word of apology from Young Master Su. Then he was knocked on the neck by a hand knife and fainted on the spot. The blind female zither player supported the limp body of Su Su and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard. A tall and sturdy man stood quietly at the doorstep and took Su Su. The young woman closed the umbrella with a 'pa' sound. She wanted to return the umbrella to the wooden man. Unexpectedly, the courtyard door was closed with a 'hua la' sound. She was calm and did not get angry. She placed the small umbrella in the corner of the door. The cotton bag on her back was already soaked by the rain, revealing the shape of a guqin.
When she bent down to quietly put down the umbrella, she used two fingers to hold the knot. She gently swiped and took off the cloth bag. The wet cotton bag stirred up a burst of rain.
At the same time, three splashes of water burst out in the air of the alleyway, like a lotus flower blooming. Then they disappeared in the dusky curtain of rain.
The three flying swords of the Huangtong, Emei, and Peach Blossom were hit by the invisible Qi. They somersaulted a few times in the rain and then bounced back into the sleeve, hidden in the soft armor sword pouch.
The first test of murderous intent came to an end.
It was also raining heavily, but the atmosphere in the courtyard was very different. This Old Man, who had finished moving several pots of orchids, came to the front room. He looked at the blacksmith who was carrying Su Su back. His expression was dignified. Usually, the Old Master would not stay in the blacksmith shop for long. Usually, he would quickly pass through the shop. Today, he brought a wooden stool and sat at the door. The blacksmith did not say anything. He kicked the chair in front of the stove and placed the sleeping Su Su on the chair. Only then did he come to the door and squat down. He looked back at the back of the young man and sighed.
Ever since Su Su became sensible, the old man had become a rather famous teacher in the northern part of the city. Later on, a child who had been beaten with a plank came home crying. The butcher, who was adept at chopping meat, went to the private school the next day to beat up the old man. In the end, the old man was beaten until he had no strength to defend himself. At that time, Su Su was also in the private school reciting sage books. Hot-Blooded, she wanted to help the old man, but she did more harm than good. She caused the old man's arm to be slashed open. The butcher did not expect the rigid old man to see blood. He panicked and ran out of the cottage. Later on, Uncle Qi, who was a blacksmith, went to the butcher's shop, but he was not able to get back his reputation and medical compensation. He heard from the neighbors that the butcher saw the blacksmith and chopped the meat. Uncle Qi replied that he was here to buy meat. When Su Su heard this, she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.
When he was young, the two old bachelors in the family became the laughing stock of Liu Scar's group. They could not beat Su Su, so Su Su settled for the next best thing. Every time there was a quarrel between a shrew and an old woman, he would hold a bowl and squat at the side to watch. He learned many spicy and dirty words. These years, he had benefited a lot. Liu Scar had never lost an argument and was always fuming. But Su Su also knew that there was no use in quarreling. Just like This Old Man could not beat a crude butcher when it came to reasoning. So he liked to listen to the legends of heroes who left no trace behind. He also thought that if he could have a chance to come into contact with such an outstanding Jianghu character, even if he was beaten up, it would be worth it. In his impression, heroes did not walk the normal path. When they appeared, they would not be standing on the highest point of the city wall with a sword and blade. Even if they appeared in the streets, they would at least be standing on rooftops or walls. Only then would they be worthy of the word 'expert'. It was a pity that there was a military camp outside the city. After living for more than twenty years, he had not even seen a single flying hero. A few years ago, he heard that there were two groups of heroes who were fighting on the Sable Terrace. Early in the morning, he eagerly went to admire the elegance of the experts. Who would have thought that he would finish a bag of melon seeds and only show up at noon. Together, there were more than twenty people, each holding a sword and a saber. In the end, the two leaders stood on top of the Sable Terrace and did not make a move. After cursing for two hours, they actually said that they would fight again next time and returned to their respective homes. This caused Su Su to lie on his bed for a long time without regaining his senses. At that time, the little bit of motivation he had to practice martial arts was immediately extinguished by a pool of urine. Originally, he used to go to the dry riverbank with a few of his peers every day to practice martial arts. After that, no one was willing to talk about it.
Regrettably, he seemed to have missed an extremely close peak fight. Even more regrettably, he might not know the truth in this lifetime, just as he did not know the identity of This Old Man's son and the blacksmith.
There was a clump of plantains planted in the front yard. It was not taller than the wall and looked sickly. Most plantains liked the half-shaded and warm climate. The clump of plantains in the yard was cold resistant and was one of the few plantains that could grow in Beimang. However, the soil in the yard was not good and the growth was sparse. This was due to the fact that the young people in recent years did not have the bad habit of picking plantain leaves for fun.
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of rain hitting the plantains, was very boring.
The burly blacksmith said in a muffled voice, "Only Beiliang's Poison Warrior, Li Yishan, knows that we are staying here. The two people outside the door, the woman with the zither at the entrance of the yard and the man with the sword in the alley, are not simple. If there is only one, I can still block them. "
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