After nightfall, even the weather in Kuohai County, Pingyue Province is a little cool, which seems to be a little abnormal, and the locals know that they are afraid that the rain is coming.

Sure enough, not long after dinner, the rain came overwhelmingly, the coastal weather is impermanent, most of the time the rain comes and goes quickly, but the rain is cold before the wind falls, most of the time it will be a while, the pedestrians on the street are hurrying, and no one wants to get drenched in the rain.

The pace is urgent, and the rain is even more urgent.

The old man sitting in front of his house held his grandson in his arms and watched the rain ripple on the street.

"I'm afraid the rain won't stop tonight."

The old man patted the child's back: "I'll take you to shoot dragonflies tomorrow." ”

The child hummed very obediently: "You can shoot dragonflies at any time, I just want to play with grandpa, or grandpa will tell me a story?" The story of the hero. ”

The old man laughed, took the child back to the house, the virtuous daughter-in-law had already set the meal on the table, smiled and took the child and put it on the bench, and told him to accompany his grandfather to eat well, the old man asked what else are you going to do? The daughter-in-law held up an umbrella, her own man had not returned, a large number of migrant workers were needed to repair the boat port, her husband had to be busy there until late every day, the salary was paid every day, and it was very rich, he didn't bring rain gear when he went out, and the road was slippery in the dark, how could she rest assured?

The young woman went out with an umbrella, carrying an air lamp in one hand, but in such a dark night, the distance that the light could shine out was too short.

"He's a big man, don't worry, it's raining heavily, and you haven't eaten, come back quickly."

The old man shouted at the door with the child in his arms.

The young woman smiled and waved her hand, signaling the grandfather and grandson to go back quickly.

"I'm fine, dad go back to the house, it's humid outside."

How can there be a woman who is not afraid of the night, she is naturally afraid, afraid of death, but she is more worried than afraid.

At this moment there was the sound of a carriage, the sound of hooves was crisp, and the coachman who was driving the carriage was dressed in a thick robe, and when he saw the young woman, he shouted: "But you are going to the harbor to find your own man?" What is the name, General Tang, the sailor, ordered that it would be dark and rainy, and let the convoy send the migrant workers home. ”

As soon as the young woman answered her man's name, her man jumped down from the carriage and ran to the young woman with his head in his hands: "Why are you running out so late, you are going back soon, what if you are cold?" ”

He took off his shirt and draped it over the young woman's shoulders, took the umbrella from the young woman's hand and held it, most of it was on top of the young woman's head, he was almost drenched but still laughed silly, and he didn't know why he laughed so happily and contentedly.

"Today, the foreman praised me for my meticulous workmanship and good craftsmanship, and said that he would recommend me to General Shen Leng, who was going back, if I was lucky, please ask me to go to Anyang Dock to do things, our family's good days are coming, if you can really go to Daning Jiangnan Road, although it is indeed far away from home, the salary is good, enough to support the family."

The young woman was stunned: "I'm afraid that my father won't agree, after all, I want to stay away from my homeland." ”

"I haven't skimmed the eight characters yet, so I won't tell my father first."

The young man took the young woman's shoulder, and the two of them had an umbrella, and soon disappeared into the rain curtain of the long street.

The man who drove the car smiled, thinking that his trip would not be in vain, rubbing the affection of others, and going back for a while would be crooked and crooked with his old wife.

The carriage and horses drifted away, and a man dragged a long shadow, his black boots stepping on the stagnant water, and the ripples were in a circle.

He was wearing a black general's uniform, with bandages wrapped around the opening of his clothes, and the black oil-paper umbrella he was holding covered half of his face, but through the faint light on both sides of the long street, he could see that even his neck seemed to be bandaged, and the hand holding the umbrella under the black sleeves was covered with white gauze, as were his arms.

He carried a long knife behind his back, the scabbard reflecting a cold glow in the faint light.

A team of sailor soldiers who had sent him into the city were driven back by him at the gate of the city, and it was raining so heavily that it was better for the soldiers to go back and sleep well.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no one else on the street except the general.

Passing by the house, the door has not been closed, the yellow light shining from the inside makes people have a very warm feeling, there is the sound of clinking glasses in the house, the young man still can't help but tell the news to the old father, the old father was silent for a moment and suddenly laughed, and said silly child, where is home? The place with you is home, if you can really go to the Anyang Dock in Daning Jiangnan Province, it will naturally be a good thing, maybe I can see Chang'an in my lifetime.

The laughter in the room should be warmer than the lamp.

The general's footsteps paused slightly at the door, and he seemed to like this warmth.

At this time, there was also a person holding an umbrella on the other side of the long street, wearing a very ordinary fisherman's costume of the South Vietnamese, and the oil-paper umbrella was also worn out and had some loopholes, so the beaded curtain was hung inside the big umbrella outside the umbrella.

He carried a knife in his arms, unsheathed, and the light of the knife was colder than the night.

The general stopped again, then reached out and closed the door of the house.

The man holding the knife threw the broken oil-paper umbrella aside: "I didn't expect you to be so bold and dare to go back to the city alone, with the armor on the side, I didn't dare to get close, I couldn't imagine that the opportunity came so easily, it turned out that life and death are really certain." ”

"It's too easy an opportunity, naturally I can't believe it, I thought no one would be stupid enough to really come out and stop me."

The general under the black umbrella laughed, and there was some joy in his voice.

Joy?

Hua Ziqi's face changed, and then he let out a long breath: "It turns out that there is an ambush, but in order to lure people out, the ambush must not be too close, and I only need a knife to kill you." ”

He strode forward.

"No one in the world thinks I'm easy to kill, and the people who came to kill me can't do it, and I'm just a cameo? There is no ambush in the vicinity, and I am enough for one person. ”

The black umbrella lifts up, revealing a smiling face.

"Han Zhaozhi?!"

Hua Ziqi's face turned pale, and he walked forward quickly, and when he stopped suddenly, the soles of his feet rubbed forward on the slippery road for a while, so he looked a little embarrassed.

"Look, the momentum is gone."

Han Zhaozhi said with a little disdain, holding an umbrella in his left hand, and pulling out the knife in the scabbard from behind his back with his right hand, he was not used to using a knife, and felt that it was very inadequate, this black line knife was borrowed by him, and he was not familiar with it yet, so he felt a little heavier, and the bandage wrapped around his body was indeed very obstructive.

"It's the same with killing you."

Hua Ziqi moved forward again, kicking the rain into the air with his foot.

The sword light fell, like a bolt of lightning.

The sword technique of the Sang people is simple and direct, often only one move, many samurai do not have any routine moves at all, but they continue to practice drawing the knife out of the knife, too many times, so it is almost the same thing that melts into their vitality, drawing the knife is like electricity, and the knife is also like electricity.

The lightning fell, and with a soft snap, a hole was cracked on Han Zhaozhi's black umbrella, and then it expanded violently, and when you look down from above, you will feel that the appearance of this umbrella is like a ball with an open mouth, as if it wants to swallow something.

When there was a bang, the black line knife in Han Zhaozhi's hand fell to the ground, his left hand was still holding the broken black umbrella, his right hand was raised and touched on his forehead, a blood line was left on his forehead, and it was quickly diluted by the rain, and the blood was still flowing, Han Zhaozhi stood there and didn't move, looked down at the black line knife at his feet and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, I'm still not used to it." ”

In the distance, Hua Ziqi's body that killed with a knife stopped, and when he rushed forward, his feet seemed to have turned into a boat, and the stagnant water on the road was separated by his feet, as if a small boat was sailing against the wind and waves, but the boat stopped.

He turned to look at Han Zhaozhi and saw the wound on Han Zhaozhi's forehead.

There was a soft snap, and a bloody mouth opened in his neck, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, and his head fell back in the blood spray, and he looked up too much, so the head fell, and rolled out of the slope along the long street full of water, but he didn't close his eyes.

Han Zhaozhi thought that this was really a loss, if it was not a sword but a sword in his hand, how could he be slower.

"You may not know, when Chu, the Sang country sent people to the Central Plains for the first time, and when they came, they were still rebellious, and when they arrived, they were shocked by the richness and strength of the Chu country, so they often sent people to learn, and it has been hundreds of years since Daning, and the Sang swordsmanship that you are proud of is the evolution of the swordsmanship of the Sang country who stole it from the Chu country hundreds of years ago, and you don't learn the things in your own home, run to learn from the people who steal the things in your house, if you have seen the Chu swordsmanship with your own eyes, you will understand that what you stole is only the fur."

No matter how fast the mulberry knife is, can it block Chu Jian's sword?

Han Zhaozhi looked at the corpse on the ground and shook his head slightly, feeling that the dead person was stupid.

The so-called one-knife kill, but that's it.

"You can't kill Shen Leng."

Han Zhaozhi walked forward with a black umbrella, thinking that this guy didn't know how many times he had practiced drawing a knife to be so fast, but he must not have practiced as much as Silly Lengzi, and it must not be as fast as Lengzi, if the black line knife just now was not in his hand but in Silly Lengzi's hand, that guy couldn't even draw the knife, Lengzi's knife was really a one-knife kill.

He walked forward for a while and then stopped, suddenly regretting that he had casually thrown the black line knife on the ground, and that he had not brought a sword with him when he went out for the sake of realism.

"It turned out to be more than one."

Han Zhaozhi turned around.

Next to Hua Ziqi's corpse was a man in a cyan robe, who did not hold an umbrella and let the rain beat.

The man in the green shirt stretched out his hand to soothe Hua Ziqi's eyes, stood up and looked at Han Zhaozhi: "If you had a sword in your hand just now, his knife shouldn't be able to touch you, but no matter what, you weren't far from death just now...... You are a dignified court captain, a member of the third grade, and a close minister of the emperor's side, why would you be willing to stand up for Shen Leng? It would be a pity if you died like this. ”

Han Zhaozhi was silent for a moment: "Why are you helping him close his eyes?" ”

Sumeru thought for a moment and replied, "After all, it's an old acquaintance, although I don't like him." ”

Han Zhaozhi snorted, his wrist flicked, the black umbrella shattered, the umbrella surface collapsed, and the umbrella bones flew, so there was only one umbrella handle left in his hand, and the umbrella handle was naturally not a terrible thing, but it became terrifying in Han Zhaozhi's hands, because this umbrella handle was like a sword.

"You don't like him, and you don't want him to die blindly, and the guy you want to kill is called Shen Leng, I like it very much."

Han Zhaozhi's umbrella handle pointed at Sumeru: "Got it?" ”

Sumeru was silent for a long time, and then turned around: "Understood, although I also want to kill Shen Leng, if I don't do anything with you, I will lose." ”

Han Zhaozhi frowned slightly.

Sumeruhiko's figure disappeared quickly: "The murderous aura that was accumulated by killing more than a dozen people is gone because I closed my eyes for him just now." ”

Although there is only a trace of kindness, it can break the murderous aura.