Jinxiu City is located in the middle of the basin. The air often condenses over the city without dissipating, so it is rainy and foggy. Yun Zangfeng has truly experienced this point. The light rain for two consecutive days has made the streets much deserted, and it will definitely be inconvenient to go out. Chen Longxiang always comes to Yun Zangfeng with a small bottle of aged loquat wine made by Chunniang. Qiu'er doesn't care about the meal and just asks his apprentice to make the two of a crispy peanuts or fried beans. Ouyang Hongxiu occasionally makes them happy. Long Ling and Ouyang Hongxiu like to chat with Qiu'er, and occasionally ask Chunniang for tips on dressing and dressing. In short, the rain did not stop, the people did not come, and they did not leave.

At noon that day, because of heavy rain, Yunlou had fewer diners. Most of the people who were dining were those who had lived in the building. Most of them were trapped in the heavy rain and could not leave. Several merchants stood in front of the window every day to see when the rain could stop. After all, if you delay for a moment, you would make less money. Silk cloth piled in the warehouse might not be moldy or worms in this wet weather. It can be said that the brows of these cloth merchants from all over the world had not been stretched out. Outside Yunlou, there was a loud sound of horse hooves. More than a dozen horses came in the rain. People on the horses were wearing straw hats and straw raincoats. The straw raincoats were covered with black brocade clothes. "Looking at the outfits, they should be people from the world, and I'm afraid they were the victims who came to attend the meeting." Pei Jin

Xi leaned against the door and said to Yun Zangfeng, who was sitting beside him. Yun Zangfeng was helping Qiuer peel corn kernels off the corn cob. At this time, the corn was soft, sweet and delicious, but ordinary people would not collect the corn from the field even at this time. They would only break it off until it was ripe. Some of them were left for next year's seeds, some were ground into powder, some rice bran shells and flour to make cakes. Even if they did this, they often had to wait until the Chinese New Year to eat the stick noodles commonly known as northerners. Yun Zangfeng replied without raising his head: "Come here. I have been waiting here for so many days, and the bones have rust. If you want to do it, you can move your muscles and bones." Pei Jinxiu seemed to think the same way and smiled hard.

The waiter in the building hurriedly went out in the heavy rain and led the horse for the old man. A waiter. Yun Zangfeng remembered whether he called the table or the bench. He fell down and almost shocked the horse. He was whipped hard by the old man on the horse's back. The old man felt uncomfortable when he hit someone. He cursed and said, "Damn it, I'm shocked the horse. I can't help but beat you to death." Yun Zangfeng sighed, and regardless of the wind and rain, he helped the waiter up and patted the mud on his body.

But the more you patted, the dirtier it became, so you gave up and went into the house without saying anything. This is the way of the world. Some people are used to being old men, some are used to being slaves, and everyone has their own way of survival. If he doesn't do things that are strong, he can give some kindness to the best of his ability. Young Master Yun never thinks he is a hero who saves the world. He is just a mortal with a little kindness. Chunniang heard the shout and walked from the house to the door.

Relying on the door frame, a large piece of tender white leaked out. You could hear the sound of the gangsters swallowing through the rain. Chunniang took a sip of the tobacco pole, first cursed the useless thing at the table or bench, and then said to the gangsters: "It depends on the owner when beating dogs. Isn't this brother not taking my Chunniang seriously? If so, please come back. Although Yunlou is small, it is not short of ten guests." Jianghuke jumped off the horse.

, walked to Chunniang, shook the water from the straw raincoat, and took off the hat. Her face was both lewd and flattering: "How can you do it? No one can give you any face, Chunniang must give you the face. I was joking with that little brother. How could a bigger thumb shock my horse? Don't be angry, you'll be so angry that your brother will feel distressed." Chunniang hummed and turned back to the store, not caring about the changing faces of the tourists in the martial arts world.

Among the dozen guys who followed him, one who looked smart and ran to Jianghuke, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, this girl is too shameless. She is dressed so mischievously. She wants to stand a archway after being a bitch. It is better..." Before he finished speaking, a chopstick stabbed in from the left cheek of the clever guy and his right cheek. Looking back at the direction where the chopsticks flew, Chunniang kept shooting the chopsticks with one hand, but her eyes were staring at the account book, as if the bloody scene had nothing to do with her. Jianghuke slapped the clever guy's head hard: "Boss Chun, you can do it too."

Orchestrated? Why don't you pay for Boss Chun?" The clever guy put on chopsticks in his mouth, hesitating and couldn't say anything clearly. Chunniang said with a smile: "Young Master Yun, I can't hear what this thing says. Can you help me take off the chopsticks from his mouth? I want to see if the dog can spit out ivory." Yun Zangfeng nodded: "Of course I'm happy to serve." He pushed the long knife in his hand, hitting the big head of the chopsticks. The chopsticks flew out and inserted them on the door panel. The big head couldn't stop shaking. The clever guy loosened his mouth, knelt down and started kowtowing. His mouth hurt so much that it was still stubbornly saying sorry, very embarrassed.

Chunniang didn't look at him at all, and just stared at the door panel and said, "Young Master Yun, your hand is very beautiful. But you broke the door panel and repaired it also requires money, you must admit it." Yun Zangfeng smiled and said, "That's natural, but someone is willing to pay me a fortune, do you think so?" The next half of the sentence was said to the Jianghuke who had just entered the door. Jianghuke didn't dare to refuse to agree. While nodding, he took out a few ingots of 10 taels of ingots from his bag and handed it to Yun Zangfeng with both hands. Pei Jinxiu sat on the side and smiled, and asked Yun Zangfeng with a smile: "Brother Yun, do you know what is the top skill in walking in the world?"

Yun Zangfeng was very smart. He knew that Pei Jinxiu was going to hurt the group, so he naturally pretended to be ignorant of his questions. Pei Jinxiu answered his own question: "The best ability to walk in the world is naturally to change his mind when he sees the wind, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. I think this friend's skill has reached its peak." The faces of the more than a dozen old men who came in the rain changed again and again. The brothers who dragged the ground to kowtow and apologize left. Will they continue to be insulted if they don't leave? They are used to walking in the world and have seen many strong people. They know much more than those newcomers. Most of the heads who are not capable of making a move have been taken off. Losing face is better than losing their lives.

Not long after the group of people left, a young man in white came from the rain. He looked like a door panel on his back, and a sword as thick as a thumb was hanging around his waist. Just looking at the scabbard, it was very delicate. The scabbard looked like it was made of bean curd, but there was a trace of Taoist air flowing on it. Occasionally, a few dark red light flowed. The scabbard was densely covered with Taoist talismans, not ordinary things. When he walked to the door, the young man stopped. Yun Zangfeng and Pei Jinxiu sat at the door, one left and one right, just blocking his way.

He could also go in, but the door-board thing was too big. The young hero's voice was soft but not emotional, like a few words that were forced out: "Please give it." Yun Zangfeng and Pei Jinxiu moved backwards. The young hero thanked him and walked in. The man's aura was very strange. He must be a powerful person. He walked in the heavy rain, but his body was not wet at all, and even the white clothes were very clean. The only flaw might be that the soles of the walking shoes were carrying some weeds and soil.

Next came a woman in goose yellow dress, with a round face and two dimples. She walked over with a smile. She held an oil-paper umbrella painted with Emei clouds, and a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet to pick up the water-stacked pond. She jumped step by step like dancing, which looked like a happy person. Yun Zangfeng stood at the door and spoke actively: "Is the girl coming from Mount Emei?" The girl in goose yellow dress nodded: "Yes, it came from the golden top." Yun Zangfeng unconsciously smiled. This girl seemed to have the magic of laughter: "Girl

The surname is Tu?" "Yes, Tu Miaomiao, Tu Miaomiao's Tu Miaomiao." Yun Zangfeng smiled even happier: "I heard that Miss Tu's pipa is a great success. I wonder if I have this honor to listen to the previous song?" Tu Miaomiao said stingy: "Yes, but are you sure? The speaker died. But this trip was urgent, and I didn't bring the pipa, and you saved your life." Yun Zangfeng turned sideways and moved away from the road and did not respond. Naturally, he did not believe in the saying that the speaker died. There are always people who are not dead, otherwise how could anyone know that Tu Miaomiao's pipa is a great success.

It was getting late, and more and more people gathered in the rain at the Queyun Tower. Among them were domineering, humble and polite, all kinds of things, and various things. The Queyun Tower was very lively. Chunniang cleaned the lobby for everyone. Anyone who was not participating in the condemnation of power and wealth was driven back to the room, and some were unwilling to leave. They were forced to leave by swords. Even though the Queyun Tower was large, the lobby was full of people, most of whom sat with familiar people, chattering in groups of three or five, and for a while, the Queyun Tower lobby was like boiling boiling water, making a rumbling sound, and steaming outwards. Chen Longxiang also came out and sat with Yun Zangfeng and a few more.

In the back corner, the white-clothed swordsman was one table by one, Tu Miaomiao was one table by one. Some people also liked Tu Miaomiao's appearance, but were rejected. There was a three-inch Ding who wanted to use a strong man who was unwilling to leave by himself, but Tu Miaomiao pushed him away with more than three feet and fell down four feet. The three-inch Ding seemed to have good skills and many people familiar with him. The other people with ideas stopped coming and going and saw that he was a celebrity, and those who came and went, they called him Young Master Hengfeng. It turned out that he was the rookie of Shushan. There were many people who greeted him, but he ignored it. Naturally, he was the only one sitting at the table.

Chen Longxiang threw the refreshments on the table into the air, stretched out her mouth and chewed them, then swallowed them, and said, "There are so many people coming. If Quan Fugui really stole them, he would have stole many things from the sects. I had been convinced by him before, but now I am even more convinced." Pei Jinxiu shook her head: "It's not all the sects that throw things. As far as I know, only the Tang Sect, Shushan and two small gangs were thrown away. Emei sent people out of morality, and the rest were trying to find a bargain. After all, the things that were lost were priceless, maybe all night.

Getting rich." Yun Zangfeng took a sip of tea: "There is no human heart and snake swallowing elephant. So many people stare at him. Even if he gets it, he may have the fate to get the fate flower. Don't worry about this for now. No one of you, the so-called Wuxiu is similar to the rumors, and Hengfeng is just like a fairy spirit, which is a bit of a worldly aura." Yun Zangfeng also followed Wuchen to Shushan to visit, but he didn't know Hengfeng. It would be difficult for him not to say hello. Otherwise, looking at Hengfeng's appearance as if he was keeping people thousands of miles away, he would probably have a hot face to put on his cold butt.
Chapter completed!