he walks in the world

Chapter 67 Between Heaven and Earth, Thousands of Swords
The area around Xiaonan Lane is exceptionally quiet, so quiet that the sound of rain falling is like thunder, and the sound of cool wind blowing over the signs of the old bakery is like pine waves. From the horizontal street to the vertical street, and then to another street, you can’t see Any passerby who walks in the rain, but it is already night, occasionally there will be one or two children crying, and a little bit of twilight can be seen from some houses.

Just like when it came, the water waves on the bluestone board were slightly chaotic.In the reflection in the water, Du Ruo walked slowly holding a paper umbrella.The canopy of the umbrella blocked his face, making it difficult for people to see what he looked like.

He was deliberately avoiding, just like when he came to Xiaonanxiang, when he came to Xiaonanxiang, he was deliberately avoiding the people from the Nangong family who were being searched, and when he returned, he still wanted to avoid Song Jifan's people, they were all enemies!
He didn't doubt whether Nangong Hupo would fool him, because there was no need for it. The current him was not worth Nangong Hubo's trouble finding other reasons to avoid him. Just like Du Sanye back then, if someone begged him, he would help if he was willing. If you don't want to help, you won't help, no excuses are needed.

Du Shanjiang's identity is not worthy of the majestic master Fairy Fuyao to find an excuse to avoid it.

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

The rain fell on the oil-paper umbrella, the sound was loud, and the wind blowing obliquely was also quite strong. There were faint raindrops falling on his face, which was slightly cool. He walked slowly with his head down, but he was meditating.

He couldn't remember when it started, he had already forgotten that he wanted to go back, and he gradually felt that he was Du Ruo, the talented leader of the Juyi Gang, and he was an inconspicuous person in this world. characters.

Maybe it was because Zhuo Bufan of Yijianmen had to bow his head because of the intimidation that time, because there was hatred in his heart, and he had other emotions.

Perhaps it was because Chen Yi's mother and son died in his hands, and Chen Baichuan left quietly, feeling a lot in his heart. He had more responsibilities, and more responsibilities that he was willing to bear.

Perhaps, killing more people,

I am a person who likes blood and gambling!
Perhaps it was Meng Qingping who was holding a barrel of saltpeter in the Thirteen Villages to seek justice for him. When he left, he left a knife and a letter, but his sword skills took care of his dignity.

Perhaps, it was Lu Yang who stood in front of him and said "If anyone deceives you, I will help you kill him", and then the two of them went to die together side by side, laughing together, being rampant together, and ignoring the blame together!

Maybe it's because Heitou is always silently by his side, not afraid of death, suffering, or ridicule, just because he doesn't even have the qualifications to stand in his way.

Perhaps, seeing Meng Qingping was in trouble, he rushed forward to help without the slightest hesitation, without asking for anything in return, without fear of the consequences, he just thought it was time to act, regardless of the flood, someone would accompany me across the river!

Maybe it's all coming, but the dignity is lost,

But I haven't picked it up yet, I'm really not reconciled!
It was raining heavily, and the shops on both sides were closed. A young man in white was reflected on the bluestone board. Some strange faces gradually became familiar. In the dark night, there was a very faint luster. Dim and bright.

"tread"

step out lightly,
A shrill sound of wind came out, as if a blade was coming, so fast that he couldn't react at all, Du Ruo just stood there quietly, and at some point saw a shadow of a sword in his eyes, faintly visible, like a dream.

sword, thrust out,

A pea-sized raindrop breaks open,

The raindrops burst from the middle, scattered in an instant, and turned into tiny and weak drops of water.

The sword came so fast,

"呲"

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

The rainwater on the umbrella instantly flowed down and dripped on the clothes. A complete umbrella was broken a few inches from the middle and separated to the two sides.

Umbrella, still an umbrella, can still keep out the rain,

The jade crown on the top of the head broke and fell to the ground, splashing two big water splashes, making a crisp sound on the ground, the hair was scattered, and strands of blue silk were scattered, being blown by the wind and swaying slightly.

"What a strong sword!"

Du Ruo stood quietly for a long time, his eyes turned red slightly, as if a flame was burning, and a figure was dancing amidst the roar, dancing with a sword.

What he saw was a knife.

The rain that day was heavy and heavy,

On the quiet street, Du Ruo just stood there quietly.

He looked at a closed inn next to him. There was a faint crack on the pillar outside the door, a straight cut. At that moment, the pillar he seemed to be piercing through was covered with countless cracks under the dark black paint. hole.

That's the sword mark,

A woman threw a sword at the pillar,
No, it is a thousand swords,

But only one sword!
Under one sword, tens of thousands of swords are extended, destroying everything, cutting through everything,
The sword, filled the whole world,

Every sword is a truth,
It's not unreasonable, it's also reasonable!
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In the depths of Xiaonan Alley, Nangong Amber, who was eating, suddenly raised her head, and there was a trace of emotion in her calm eyes.

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

"What did you say?" Mrs. Nangong asked.

"Oh, nothing?" Nangong Amber smiled, took a piece of meat, put it in the bowl of Mrs. Nangong, and said, "Come on, mother, eat some meat, look at your poor health!"

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

Nangong Hupo smiled, didn't say much, looked up again, and shook her head slightly.

She met a swordsman today,
A true swordsman, a swordsman like her,

It's just that this swordsman went the wrong way and walked into a dead end.

The avenue is lonely, so she spared the other party's life, and also left a sword intent for the other party. She wanted to use this sword intent to pull the other party back from the forked road. Maybe it would not be long before there could be a like-minded people hand in hand!
is really hand in hand,
Only those on the holy path can go forward with her,
Over the years, her mother has been urging her to get married. She knows that she can't beat her mother, and she will get married, but she has never met anyone who is really qualified to marry her.

The person named Wang Que today is very nice,

A lonely man who is also a kendo,
Although Wang Que is waiting for someone, Nangong Hupo can naturally be the one who should come,

It's just a pity that the other party rejected her sword,
It seems that they refused to work together.

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

However, she was very disappointed.

This person is not Wang Que, not the one who can exert this sword intent, it can only be regarded as a little chance, the way of Fairy Fuyao belongs only to Nangong Hupo.

If a genius encounters this sword intent, it may ruin a genius. In this world, there are too few people who can reject her Nangong Hupo sword intent. Today, I have encountered two, and there is no possibility of a second one.

　Thanks to the book friend "Ruishi i" for the reward of 1000 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)