Suddenly, the light rain came, with a little coolness of autumn, a little cold, and fell gently, and began the journey.

From the sky, to the streets, to the eaves, to the streams under their feet, the onlookers all went to hide from the rain, and in the places where there was no rain, they looked at Tai Shici with awe, and looked at the man with a young and delicate face.

This is the first rain that Yun Ting has ever seen in the game, the first rain that is drenched, the rain runs down the long hair, down the tip of the nose, and down the hem of the clothes, bringing down the dust on it, and falling heavily into the filthy world.

In the middle of Jizhou, although it was only updated for a few days, the game process was advanced by several years, and in the past few years, it can be said that there has not been a drop of rain, causing a drought and countless people have been displaced. This also indirectly caused the popularity of the Taiping Sect, everyone needs a faith when they can't survive, and this belief is Zhang Jiao and the Taiping Sect behind him. It didn't rain, and it couldn't moisten the fields, but it inadvertently moistened the Taiping Sect, and the entire Taiping Sect developed rapidly during this time and became the largest school today.

Weather, in reality, can affect everything, and the same is true in the game, just like this kind of rainy day, it is easy to affect the player's movement speed, and even all aspects. The game is reality, reality is the game, and everything that restricts reality will appear in the game.

It's a picture in the player's eyes, and it's another picture in the eyes of the aborigines. The arrival of the rain was a joy for them, and their faces were filled with joy at the moment of seeing the rain whenever and wherever they were.

Yun Ting hated rainy days without umbrellas, especially now that he was injured, the wound and the sticky silk clothes were sticking together, which was very uncomfortable, and the rain seeped into the wound, accompanied by a stinging pain all the time. All this is nothing, seeing a living Tai Shi Ci is already an unexpected joy for Yun Ting, in comparison, any pain, even if he dies ten times, it is just a small loss.

Yun Ting put the green tank sword, Chongwu, and gold medal kitchen knife into the package, nothing is light, different, others are rescue items and equipment when they are dying, but Yun Ting is the opposite. Slowly swallowed and took out the elixir that he got from the Oneiroi machine to speed up the recovery of his injury, and threw them into his mouth one by one without money, Yun Ting frowned, according to this state, it will definitely take a few days to recuperate, and I don't know what will happen during this period.

As soon as he thought of this, Yun Ting was a little more worried, he had to leave Luoyang as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't know what to expect at that time. And if something happens, he is the first person to be wanted, and when the notices are flying all over the sky, he is called Bubu Shenglian. Wherever you go, it's like stepping on a lotus flower under your feet, this is not a solemn treasure, but the player, as well as those aborigines who want to get ahead, and even some famous generals in the lower field will catch you like catching rare animals, and the result is doomed to be miserable.

"Who is it! Come out, little one. Tai Shi Ci snorted violently, his eyes fixed on the roof of a shop next to the street.

Yun Ting was taken aback, and looked at Tai Shici's gaze, under caution, his whole body was tense, and as soon as there was an unexpected situation, he could burst out in time, or retreat, without a minute or a second of delay. However, Yun Ting smiled bitterly in his heart, most of the ten minutes had passed, and when the soul state disappeared, then this viagra would really wilt, and he would have to collapse to the ground.

Compared to the dying state, those pills that accelerated the recovery of injuries were simply a drop in the bucket, and there was no way to change much. In layman's terms, it's what should be, it's still what is right, and knocking the drug can't change much of the situation.

"Actually, I don't want to hide anymore." On the eaves, a loud voice came.

A cyan paper umbrella is the first to appear, just like the horn in the play, when it doesn't appear, it is a thousand calls, and as soon as it appears, it is expected, this umbrella is like this, and the person under the umbrella.

The handle of the umbrella is grasped by a slender arm wearing wide sleeves, the cyan carving is embellished with splashed ink landscapes, and the umbrella surface of a few strands of beautiful bamboo, the same is reflected in the blue rain falling, beating and rotating on the umbrella surface, splashing all around, and it seems that the smoke and rain of the world in the umbrella are confused, and the mountains and rivers are true. The rain outside never splashed inside the umbrella, but the people inside the umbrella walked out by themselves and walked into everyone's eyes.

"Come on, Zhongda, slow down." The man held an umbrella in one hand and a little boy in the other, walking on the roof tiles, and from the outside of sight, slowly appeared on the roof in sight.

With a warm smile, a little bright eyes like jade, long hair casually draped, plus cyan dyed and woven cyan clothes, especially conspicuous in the rain, exuding an uninhibited atmosphere, this is the person under the umbrella, the man under the umbrella, people have to admire the wonder of heaven's creation. The rain fell gently, just as you came gently, he waved his sleeves, without bringing a trace of clouds, about this situation, with a kind of amazement, coquettish, even with the way of appearance is coquettish.

"Brother, Zhongda wants to eat sugar candy." The little boy's big eyes flashed, and there was a shiny liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he stood solemnly, extremely cute, and this was a weapon of death for all women, and for some men.

"Okay, brother will give you candy." The man said, letting go of the hand that was holding the little boy, and a rock sugar gourd suddenly appeared in the originally empty hand.

"Okay, my brother's trick is awesome!" The little boy clapped his hands excitedly, snatched the rock sugar gourd, and ate it, regardless of how many rock sugar gourds stuck to the corners of his lips, and after a while, the childish little face became a little dirty.

"Zhongda, eat slowly." The man smiled softly, touched the little boy's head, and then looked at Yun Ting.

The two glanced at each other, already understanding what the other was thinking.

"Thunder." The man looked up, looked at the raindrops, and muttered.

He smiled, a warm smile at the light rain.

"Sima." Yun Ting was bathed in the rain, looking at the man who was a little blurry in the vast rain curtain, Yun Ting's body and mind became cold, I don't know if it was rain, or people, in short, after a long time, I felt that my body temperature gradually returned to normal.

Under the umbrella, the man on the house is called Sima Qingshan, because Sima Qingshan's father likes cyan, so he took Qing as the name, and Sima Qing grew up in the back and liked to wear cyan clothes, so he was naturally called Sima Qingshan. The green shirt has become a kind of representative, the person wearing the green shirt is not necessarily him, but Sima Qing shirt must be wearing a green shirt, otherwise how can it be called a green shirt?

Of course, he doesn't wear it when he takes a bath, but Sima Qingshan's shirt is Sima Qingshan, and it has always been inseparable from Qing, shirt, Qingshan.

"Your friend?" Tai Shi Ci asked.

"Yes." Yun Ting nodded, if he didn't nod, then it was estimated that Tai Shi Ci would knock down Sima Qing's shirt on the roof as soon as possible, so that all his calmness and current demeanor would come to naught.

"I'm relieved." Tai Shi Ci hugged his arms, still guarding in front of Yun Ting.

"Long time no see, Yunting." Sima Qingshan showed a good-looking smile, like a lotus flower blooming in the rain and mist, and it still looked noble in the blur. "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"If you don't die, how can I die." Yun Ting smiled bitterly and looked at the man on the eaves.

"If you can't pay the money, you will die for me." Sima Qingshan's face turned gloomy, but it disappeared without a trace, "I like rainy days. Sima Qingshan said, stretching out his right hand, feeling the cold and moist raindrops falling on his skin.

His words and deeds have a special charm, which can not be obtained by training 10,000 or 100,000 times in the morning and night, this is a kind of luxury from the bones to the soul, from the breath to every hair.

"I don't like rainy days because I don't have an umbrella. I don't have the money to pay you back, anyway, your Sima family's name is called investment. Yun Ting shrugged helplessly and said.

"Yes, as an investment. Anyway, the Sima family will be mine sooner or later, and it is not so bad as tens of millions, although it is the pocket money I have saved and invested in the past few years, but it should be deposited in the bank. Sima Qingyi said in an almost aria tone, ethereal, even the bards of the fifteenth century would be overshadowed.

But when this voice heard Yun Ting's ears, it wasn't that smell, if you deposit in the bank, won't you have to repay the interest at that time?

The Sima family, one of the nine great families of the empire, and the richest among them, is a merchant family, Sima Qingshan is the eldest grandson of the Sima family, and the entire family will be handed over to him in the future. Great-grandfather was in business, grandfather was in business, grandfather was in business, the whole family was in business! It can be said that in the empire, their family is the one who is the best at doing business, and no one dares to stand out.

Yun Ting really doesn't know what will happen if he owes money to this kind of person, after all, people inside and outside the house, up and down, men and women, are all businessmen. Talking about money with people who have been immersed in money since birth, is that a dead word or a poor word?

From just now, Yun Ting noticed the little boy next to Sima Qingshan, plus a few words, if there is no accident, this cute little boy who eats sugar is Sima Zhongda, that is, a cow man in the Three Kingdoms, Sima Yi!

Stringing these clues together, Yun Ting knew that Sima Qingshan should have been reincarnated in the Sima family during the Three Kingdoms period, and his status was not low, I am afraid that he would be an immediate family! Otherwise, he would not have been able to take Sima Yi out, and there were no guards by his side to follow.

"This is a return to the ancestors, right?" Yun Ting thought, a businessman is a businessman, and the luck is not a little bit, and the Sima family in the Three Kingdoms is also a family, and if you devote yourself there, you will have everything called status, money, and resources.

What is called difference, this is called difference.

"Brother Sima, help me kill him!" The war madman in the distance heard a few words, and pleaded loudly to Sima Qingshan, with a glint of hatred in his eyes, "You help me kill him once now, and I will give you two million imperial coins!" "Two million is already a amount of money that ordinary people can't touch, as soon as this remark came out, the onlookers were ready to move, but as soon as they saw Tai Shici, they immediately dispelled this idea.

Even if he is killed, what if people don't give him money, the player who has the idea of doing it but doesn't dare to do it comforts and convinces himself.

"Two million?" Sima Qingshan was unmoved, and took out another rock sugar gourd and gave it to the young Sima Yi, and then continued: "I have lent him tens of millions, what if I kill him and he doesn't pay back." Also, I can't kill him. ”

"And two million?" Sima Qingshan smiled, flicked his fingers, and shrugged helplessly, "That's all the leftovers I played with when I was a teenager, are you sure you're not kidding me?" ”

The battle maniac had a hideous face, his face was blue and purple, and he didn't dare to express his hatred for Sima Qingshan too obviously. I had to look at Yun Ting hatefully, although I was unwilling, I only gave the order to retreat: "Retreat!" ”

"Withdraw, you can't withdraw, come on, arrest all these thugs to your own officials."

(The plus to express gratitude is here, thank you for insisting on voting for the recommended children's shoes every day, thank you again.) ）