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Everyone has secrets, Feng Taishi has them, Yan Longxing also has them, and even Li Chongjin, who is full of blood. Of course, the secret www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion will not be known, just like the flawless young man in white, his body is full of a sense of mystery, and there must be a lot of secrets on his body, so that some people can't help but want to explore, but the more they understand him, the more they feel that he is shrouded in fog, and the more they can't see through.

Of course, Feng Taishi wanted to know Yan Longxing's secret, just like Yan Longxing had been asking Feng Taishi, of course his secret would not be easily told to others. The fragrance of tea lingers between the lips, and the temperature of the glass-like teacup is still left between the fingers, and of course there is still the smell of the tea fragrance on the body. The three of them didn't talk for too long, they seemed to be friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, the atmosphere was so beautiful, and they were like conspirators with ghosts in their hearts, and they couldn't stop testing each other between words, only Li Chongjin, who was full of blood, was like a foil.

No result is the best result, the depressed heart has already given birth to a sense of departure, Li Chongjin left first with a bit of depression. And the young man in white glanced at the old man in plain clothes, without saying goodbye, everything seemed so casual, and everything seemed to have some entangled charm.

The young man in white clothes and white boots held a black paper umbrella, and stepped into the vast spring rain with a faint posture, and the wanton and violent spring cold was swept down by the silk rain that floated from the sky. There was not a single drop of rain around him, and the surging spring cold did not bother the young man, he blended into the vast drizzle like a leisurely stride.

With a tired smile on his old face, Master Feng watched the young man leave, he didn't get up, but poured the boiling water in the pot, and in an instant, the three teacups were filled with tea again, and the rich fragrance of tea suddenly overflowed. The cold spring cold and the slight cold wind could not dispel the overflowing tea fragrance, but Yu Fa became rich, and the red charcoal fire did not know when it was extinguished, only wisps of light smoke rose from the furnace, like a light dance of the stunning fairy.

The drizzle is drizzling and the spring is cold, and I don't know how sad the world is. Master Feng's cloudy eyes flashed with a glimmer of insight, and he lightly pinched the glass-clear teacup with his fingers, looking at the green and emerald tea, "Alas, this tea is the best to drink at the end, but unfortunately you don't understand it, you have to be old to know it." I kindly left you for tea, but I still didn't appreciate it, and I wasted my old affection. He seemed to be whispering or muttering, and the green color in the glass-like teacup suddenly jumped, and a column of clear and crystalline water suddenly rose into the air and headed towards the mouth of the plain-clothed old man, and he drank the tea in the cup like a whale sucking water, and his face was full of comfort and satisfaction. On top of the old and bloodless face, at this time, it showed a touch of blood-colored ruddy.

Just as Li Chenglong and Lai Gou'er were discussing the strange fat monk, they saw a young man in white holding a small umbrella appear in their sight. And to their surprise, the young man's incomparably handsome face, coupled with a dusty temperament, made all the young man's figure come to their minds. The boy looked at them with a smile like a spring breeze, and then melted into the rain and disappeared from their sight.

"What a handsome son, I don't know whose son, he is even more handsome than Ye Gongzi, if he is a woman, he will definitely be fascinated by all the men in the world." Li Chenglong couldn't help but let out a burst of emotion in his mouth, but his emotion was unexpectedly not opposed and ridiculed by Lai Gou'er.

"The imperial capital is the imperial capital, and strange people and strange things emerge in endlessly." Lai Gou'er didn't know where he learned such an idiom, and followed Li Chenglong with emotion.

The spring rain seems to be endless, and there is no sign of stopping, and the spring cold is getting thicker and thicker, cold to the bone marrow, and people can't help but shiver again and again. No one likes to stay in this spring rain to appreciate the cold and steep breath of this spring, and even the rain makes people feel a little awe.

Yan Longxing held a black cloth umbrella and walked along, his face still having that kind of smile like spring.

At this moment, he felt that the rain curtain around him suddenly intensified, and a strong pressure suddenly surged, making him stop his steps. And the hand he held tightly on the handle of the umbrella couldn't help but increase his strength, and the smile on his face had not yet dissipated, but there was an incomparably solemn color between his eyebrows.

Not far ahead, between the vast drizzle, through the layers of rain curtains, a wide figure stood in the center of the street, it was a fat monk. But I saw that the fat monk was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, his body had already been wet with the spring rain, and even his bright head was flowing with a thin rain and rain, and a bright robe had already been stained with rain, and it was almost on his body.

"It's really fortunate to meet a bad Zen master in the rain, and the younger generation is polite." Yan Longxing knew the fat monk in the rain curtain, and said respectfully to the other party with one hand. Although there was still a bit of respect in his tone, the solemn color in his eyes became even heavier, and the hand holding the handle of the umbrella showed the roots of the green basket. At some point, there were also a few traces of dark gray rain on his rainless white boots.

"Isn't that old horseman in the East dead yet?" The fat monk didn't show any respect for this young man and didn't have a good face, he asked Yan Longxing in an old-fashioned manner. It seemed that he also recognized the young man, and 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.

"Master Lao is worried, the family teacher has always been very good, maybe he won't be able to die in the past few years."

"Hmph, that horseman, how can he live so much, most of his body is buried in the soil, and he has to carry it to death. Today, this Zen master is in a good mood, and the disciples who have returned to the East are quite polite, so let's go. The fat monk in the rain let out a soft snort of dissatisfaction, and he seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Longxing's performance.

Yan Longxing did not raise his feet, but looked at the figure of the fat monk in the rain curtain, and when the fat figure in front of him gradually faded, and finally disappeared from his sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the handle of the umbrella slowly relaxed. The spotless white boots under his feet were already wet, and he knew that his back was even more wet, and he didn't know if it was the rain or the sweat on his back, maybe both.

The brilliant paper umbrella swirled in the rain, and a dazzling long sword pierced through the layers of rain and slammed towards the middle-aged man. And the cold male man who was drenched in the rain broke through the vast rain curtain with a knife, and rushed towards the middle-aged man like a cheetah, the sharp edge in his hand flashed, and the raindrops that lingered around him shot wildly around him like inspired arrows.

Ah Lai's body was like falling apart, he knew that he couldn't die for a while, he let the rain from the sky sprinkle on his body, but his eyes kept falling on the purple-clothed shadow that fell from the sky and held a flower umbrella and the Shen Xiong cold man who broke through the rain curtain and stepped into the battlefield strongly.

A knife rolled up like a thousand waves, Da Liu strode forward, the water under his feet exploded, and the Pu knife in his hand was as sharp as the wind, and the endless raindrops hit his face, but he didn't know it, the knife wind broke through the air, and a rainbow-like knife flashed out from his saber, and the knife in his hand rolled up a sky-breaking momentum towards the middle-aged man.

Two figures, a woman in purple holding a colorful flower umbrella that swirls like a shield, and a cold man with a knife attacked strongly, making Ning Bugui's eyes stare at him, and there was a cold light that was a hundred times colder than the spring cold. With a wave of the long knife in his hand, an unrivaled momentum suddenly rose.

At this time, the rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and Ning Bugui only felt a heavy pressure on his body, and the incomparably delicate long knife rolled the falling rain out of his body, and the sword and sword penetrated from the rain curtain with a mad breath. Two fierce qi burst out from the two blades.

Ning didn't retreat and retreated, only then did he dodge the attack of the two people, and the vast rain curtain turned into a dense net, and he did not retreat too far. There was a burst of moisture on his body, he put away his knife and stood, a pair of condensed eyes flashed with a fierce color, he looked coldly, the two people in front of him stood in the rain, but did not say a word.

Da Liu's tiger eyes shot a smeared essence, and he was alone in front, and behind him was the woman in the purple dress who was still silent with a flower umbrella. The tip of the knife rose slightly, and the middle-aged man in front of him gave him too much pressure, which made his heart full of jealousy, even if there was the woman in the purple dress behind him to help, but he felt that they were not the opponent of the middle-aged man.

Glancing at Ah Lai, who was lying on the rain-soaked street, Da Liu's frowning brows couldn't help but tighten. To his speechlessness, Lai didn't seem to know the danger at this time, and grinned at him with an extremely miserable smile. He didn't know the woman in the purple dress behind him, and he didn't know why she would help, he didn't look back at the woman, and his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man again.

The raindrops began to become heavier, and the spring cold became thicker, only the raised knife never fell, such a dense spring rain, and the cold rolled up like a piercing needle, drilling straight into the body.

"The person who was killed by a certain family has never escaped." A cold word came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and then the drizzle began to chaos again. The middle-aged man wiped the rain on his forehead, and the long knife in his hand was raised again. A blinding, bloodthirsty cold light once again enveloped the raindrops that were falling.

Da Liu took a step forward, raised his knife and rushed into the rain curtain again, he knew that the aura gathered by the other party had reached the extreme, and he could only strike first. A knife rolled up a little droplet of water, and the raindrops that shot away rushed towards the middle-aged man, and his body was already close to the middle-aged man.

"Wow", with a hard step under his feet, the water droplets that splashed up like scattered iron beads rolled down one after another, and a drop of rain suddenly split in the air, and the cold and terrifying knife flashed out from between the separated raindrops. Da Liu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, and his body suddenly became shorter, only to see the layers of knives turned into a cloud of shadows and slashed towards the middle-aged man's lower plate.

The colorful flower umbrella suddenly took off, and the beautiful woman in the purple dress floated up like a fairy, the sword in her hand was like the flash in the spring rain, and the condensed Dao sword was woven into a sword net that was denser than the spring rain, and shrouded towards the middle-aged man.

There was a piercing sound of metal interweaving, a few dazzling fires splashed, and the three figures suddenly separated, and a few bright peach blossoms fell to the ground like the blooming peach blossoms in spring. The peach blossoms had not yet had time to bloom to the amazing moment, but they were washed away by the rain that kept dripping, and a slightly dazzling red stream crept up on the street.

Ah Lai didn't know when he had disappeared from the place where he was lying on his stomach, but he quietly appeared behind the middle-aged man, and the tiger eyes under the thick eyebrows shot a faint smile. He slowly stretched out his fists, and a tearing sound slammed into the middle-aged man's back.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and a frightened light appeared in his eyes.