My Beloved

A thunderous lightning smashed into the sky, and the rain poured down, thunder bursts, and several figures on the official road flashed quickly with people, like fleeing beasts.

A white shadow rose and fell several times between the rain curtain, and easily caught up.

Several people were unavoidable and all were seriously injured, and they protected the extraordinary nobleman among them, "You can't get off at all, you wait for the first person to go, we will be the last!"

"Impossible, we can't walk away at all, that is the ghost sect of the dark factory!" The desperate voice just fell, and there were only squally winds and thunderstorms around, the official road was muddy, and the steps were difficult.

The white shadow is like a ghost in the night. When approaching, it is silent, like a phantom, showing a human form from time to time. It is extremely fast, unaffected by heavy rain, and is not like a person at all. The horrible feeling rising from the bottom of my heart slowly climbs up. Heart.

Several people are holding big knives, guarding people in it, and paying attention to their surroundings.

The nobleman in the middle couldn't bear it, raising his voice and asked: "It is rumored that the ghost sect is taking his life, and it is difficult to find money. I don't know if someone has offended that family, is it worth the family harm?"

The wind and rain were dull, and the torrential rain smashed on his head and face, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

A thunder in the sky rang in the ears, and an unsentimental voice rang out, "The wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, and the limelight is too strong, and it is inevitable to be jealous." There was no one in the surroundings, unprovoked and weird, and suddenly murderous aura appeared.

Several people held the sword and suffocated their breath. They had to protect the people after they had collected the money, even if they fought each other with fate.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning volleyed into the sky, and the light pierced the sky, and something seemed to flash by in front of his eyes, even with the dazzling sword shadow, and there was no movement after a while.

A few people felt relieved, and suddenly heard the sound of objects falling behind them, and a few people raised their hearts and looked back abruptly.

The person guarding the middle has fallen to the ground, and the space above his neck is empty.

The heavy rain gradually stopped during the day, the official road was muddy all the way, and the sun was shining. There was only a tea shed beside the road.

The two rode on brown horses and a carriage slowly approached. Chu Fu ran side by side with the carriage, approached the curtain and asked in a low voice, "My son, there is a tea shed in front of me, so I need to stop for a while."

The curtain rises slightly, the scent of sandalwood is gradually floating, and the sound seems to be dyed with sandalwood, and it is pleasant to hear it, "Lu Yao is tired, all have a rest."

The horse-drawn carriage stopped by the tea shed, and the owner of the tea stall saw someone came and got up to prepare tea.

Chu Fu got off his horse and pulled the driving curtain forward. The coachman got out of the car and knelt down on the adult stool. The people in the car leaned out and stepped out of the carriage.

Ufa silk crown, light-colored shirt, dark blue blooming flowers embroidered from the edge of the neckline, a hollow silver ball bell hung under the jade belt, and dark blue tassels hanging from the head. Such complicated patterns seem to be clean and clear. The taste of the clothes has been so elegant that people can't move their eyes, but the face is even better.

The stall owner swiped the towel on his shoulder and wiped the table and stool back and forth.

The visitor walked forward slowly, sat down with a flutter of clothes, and was pleasing to the eye between the walk and the stop.

The stall owner was about to serve the tea but was stopped, and for a while, he saw a set of blue and white tea utensils on the table. The shabby and swinging wooden table was suddenly unusual. The tea was built in clear water, and the smoke slowly rose, a hint of tea fragrance. All over the official road, it is a rare good tea.

The stall owner was stunned with the tea in his hand, and Chu Xing put a coin of silver on his saucer, "Sit for a while, and don't use the one next to it."

The stall owner was busy carrying the tea, nodding his head and claiming that he would retreat to the back.

Looking for tea kung fu, a person walked far away on the official road, holding a sword in one hand, and a square wooden box in the other slowly approaching.

After taking a break, Chu Fu heard the inaudible footsteps and glanced at Chu Xin, both of them involuntarily grasped the sword in his hand and entered a state of alert.

The appearance of this person is thin, black hair and white clothes are spotless, the whole body is not decorated, the face is very good, only a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is not good, boys and girls are a big disaster, if this looks has not been protected by the family since childhood, it is probably The life of a prostitute.

Bai Bone walked into the tea shed a few steps, put the wooden box in his hand on the table, the sword in his hand did not leave his body, "Two or two beef, a pot of wine."

The stall owner looked embarrassed when he heard the words, and had to point to the hanging cloth above, "Guest, I am the tea shed. There is no beef and wine. I wonder if dry food and tea can be used at the same time?"

The airflow around him was slightly stagnant, and the bones glanced at the hanging cloth on the wooden pole, with a focused and thoughtful expression, and nodded slightly after a moment.

The tea stall owner was busy serving the rejected tea, and then served steamed buns and a few plates of side dishes.

The bones placed the sword on the table and sat down across from them.

The owner of the tea stall only felt that after this man came, the warm atmosphere suddenly became terribly quiet, and he hurriedly avoided the stove.

The line of sight from the other side has been falling here, and the white bone lightly lifted his eyes to see, his eyes were cold, like walking across the lake in the dark, suddenly a pale, withered hand stretched out of the water and grabbed his ankle violently.

Such a line of sight was too dangerous, Chu Fu's face was dark, not hostile but not cowardly looking back.

The wind stopped for a while, and the atmosphere was congested and tense. The blue and white porcelain tea cup was slightly held up by the white fingers, and the beautifully curved lips were lightly pressed against the wall of the cup, and the mellow tea showed the lip color.

With just this action, the surrounding atmosphere slowly eased, and the bones withdrew their gaze, took a bite of the steamed bun, and drank a bite like drinking. It was in stark contrast to the literary appearance, and the other side's demeanor was pleasing to the eye. Obviously there are two worlds.

Qin Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side, pushing the teapot on the table forward, his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a small smile, "Summer is hot, and the tea is too weak to quench your thirst, so it's better to taste the spring." Don't wait for the opposite. People responded that Chu Xing had already stepped forward and moved the teapot to the bones of the table.

Bai Gu glanced at the blue and white porcelain teapot, the porcelain white was accompanied by the sky blue, and it relieved the summer heat with a glance, she said nothing and ignored it.

Qin Zhi didn't care when he saw it, "I have been traveling abroad for many years and haven't returned to the Central Plains for a long time. I don't know if Xiongtai knows that Bazhou is the official road?" He said, he stretched out his hand and pointed out the direction of the official road.

Hearing this, the bones took a look, nodded blankly, and then began to gnaw the buns silently.

Chu Xing only felt that this person didn't know how to praise, and he was so disrespectful when talking to him, so rude.

Qin Zhi didn't realize that it was wrong, as if he wanted to make friends, he said sincerely, "I'm not a talent Qin Zhi, I don't know what Xiongtai's surname is?"

Bai Bone looked at him now, but did not answer a word. After eating the buns, he even drank the tea. Only the tea in the blue and white porcelain did not touch the tea at all. He stood up and placed an ingot of silver on the table, and got up. After taking the sword and the square wooden box, he said, "The last name is Bai."

Qin Zhi's gaze fell on the square wooden box he was holding, looking at the person who was slowly disappearing from the official road, "How do you think this person compares with you?"

Chu Fu and Chu Xing glanced at each other, and replied: "Bounty hunters or pawns, martial arts should be good, but not necessarily better than one of us."

Qin Zhi smiled when he heard the words, and said slowly: "His eyes are sharp and cloudy, while walking seems to be vain and weak, but in fact it is as light as a breeze, like a leaf falling lightly, with a high level of internal kung fu, free from interference by foreign objects, and is always vigilant. Beware, such people are killers except swordsmen.

The appearance is protruding, the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is eye-catching, but there has never been a swordsman like this in the rivers and lakes. Obviously, the killer is not hiding under the dark clothes and clothes, but is still alive and well, indicating that all those who have seen him are dead. "As soon as the voice fell, Ge Fu and Chu Xing couldn't help being solemn. They made a big mistake and disappointed the young man by underestimating the enemy.

Qin Zhi withdrew his gaze, his tone was gentle but implied coercion, "You have not grown in five years outside, but passers-by who you meet can kill you with a single blow."

"The subordinate has made a big mistake, please punish him!" The two knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Qin Zhi remained unmoved, his expression calmly picked up the tea cup, closed his eyes and sniffed, quietly tasting the tea, letting them kneel, not mentioning the words that just let them rest.

The author has something to say: Dan Qingshou: "Hehehe, I am in vain in society, and people don't talk too much!"

Bones: "..."