Chapter 83: Nan'an Yushi

It has been raining for seven nights in Nan'an, and the raindrops hit this delicate and fragile city, and the water vapor rushed up, and the whole city seemed to have entered a fairyland. A paper umbrella blooms like a flower, and an elegant and slender woman supports them on a small street paved with bluestone slabs. The handsome man rides a horse and splashes water.
It was like an extremely quiet world, full of indescribable moist fragrance.
"Nan'an, it's really a beautiful city." The man in the restaurant looked down at a graceful woman walking downstairs holding a paper umbrella, embroidered with a beautiful purple cuckoo, and said lightly. The man was very handsome, but although he admired the beauty of Nan'an, his face seemed to be covered with frost, and he couldn't see the real emotions.
The red-faced middle-aged man at the table next to the table burst out laughing when he heard these words. He leaned on the chair with a wretched smile on his fat and bloated face: "This gentleman only knows the beauty of Nan'an. One, but I don’t know the second. In this hazy rainy world, the beauty of heaven and earth is elegant, but this is the real beauty of Nan'an..."
The man's indifferent expression revealed slight fluctuations, and he asked, "What is it?"
The middle-aged man took another glass of wine with some pride: "Naturally it is ten miles of golden red."
The man looked at the wine in the glass and said: "I only know that Nanan's Shengjing is ten miles of frost red. In autumn, when I take a boat down to admire the flowers, both sides of the river bank seem to be burning..."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted the man's words: "You and I are not the same thing, what is so beautiful about the flowers and plants of Shili Shuanghong."
The man did not speak any more, but the middle-aged man had already stood up, and the attendant hurriedly put on his coat for him, and he ignored the man beside him and went straight downstairs.
A young attendant looked at the man’s spontaneously stunned look, couldn’t help but laughed scornfully, and when the man looked at him, he began to explain:
Shili Jinhong is the biggest place of wind and moon in Guizhou’an city, Qiangwei Huahai refers to the bedroom of Fairy Mansha in it."
The man picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a brothel..."
The young attendant saw that his clothes were worth a lot of money, and his eyes were handsome, and his air was not annoying. He thought he was a brother from a family from outside. His own words would arouse his interest, and then they led him to the "Ten Miles" Jinhong", but the man didn't seem to be interested, and after speaking, he continued to drink slowly. He thought for a while and shook his head: "You can't say that, the sea of ​​roses is really like a fairyland on earth, and Fairy Mansha is even more..."
The attendant has yet to talk about it, but the man suddenly raised his head and glanced up. The attendant got a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately shut up and hurried down.
The singer holding the pipa in the restaurant sang softly:
"Rouge Snow, Hong Chen is drunk. The carved flower fell red with many tears.
White-haired girl, crying. Annihilated the wind ripples for a while. "
The man drank another drink, and suddenly a person sat down in front of him. The man looked a little old, took a pipe, took a sip, and then slowly vomited it out. After a long time, he said, "This rain has already It’s been seven days in a row."
"It's the rainy season in Nan'an recently." The man said lightly, not showing dissatisfaction with this uninvited guest.
This uninvited guest is the owner of a wine shop. He has lived in Nan'an City for decades. His favorite is to chat with these strangers from afar. Seeing that the family-like man had spoken to him, he couldn't help but feel a little happy: " Yes, after all, the mist and rain are the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. This is the first time the son came to Nan'an."
"I have been here many years ago with a friend." The man replied.
The boss glanced at the man and asked, "My son, how expensive is this year?"
"Twenty and eight. When I was in Nan'an, it was only 17." The man took a sip of wine.
"Oh, son, this is a coincidence. I was seventeen years old when I came to Nan'an. I thought I was just passing by in a city, but unfortunately I met a woman in this city. It wasn't me that said, the woman in Nan'an is really a mess Human. No, I can't live without it anymore." The boss took a cigarette.
The man smiled and did not speak.
"My son, have you ever seen a girl from Nan'an City?" The boss suddenly came over and asked thiefly.
The man nodded: "I know, the friend I mentioned just now is from Nan'an City."
"Oh, the friend you mentioned is a woman." The boss's eyes showed a somewhat ambiguous smile, "Where is she now?"
The man whispered: "It's dead."
The boss opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say next. The man suddenly stood up, put a silver ingot on the table, and walked slowly downstairs. The boss hurriedly followed, but rubbed his hands and didn't know what to say, and was annoyed that he had said the wrong thing too often, which evoked the sadness of others.
The man walked out of the restaurant and opened the oil-paper umbrella he carried with him.
"It's a good umbrella." The boss praised.
The man nodded: "I have been with me for many years." After speaking, he stepped into the rain curtain without looking back.
The boss sighed, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and shouted: "My son, come to my store for a drink next time, I invite you!"
The man did not speak, and walked forward slowly.
"The fog is hazy, and the Iraqi people are far in the mountains. There are thousands of mountains separated, and there are endless emotions." A child chanting a poem ran by.
When he was about to reach the gate of the city, the man finally stopped and looked up at the top. The three words "Nan'an City" were scrawled on the gate. It was mentioned by the county guard Xiao Mingli after he was drunk.
Nan'an City is a peaceful city in the south.
It's still a difficult city.
The man suddenly looked up, and there was a person standing above the city gate. The man was wearing a white coat, standing with his back to the man, without an umbrella, but there seemed to be a barrier erected around him, and the rain could not touch her skirt. She seemed to feel the murderous aura from behind and suddenly turned around.
The face was hooded with a gray scarf, and his eyes were piercing. It was the Xueyue Sword Fairy who had fallen to Cangshan, Li Hanyi.
The man stretched out his right hand and swiped his fingertips lightly, all the water drops around him were sucked up.
The rain around me was instantly quieter.
Suddenly the world became very quiet.
Only the water sword in the man's hand was growing bigger and bigger, containing the supreme sword power, vaguely roaring like a dragon.
Li Hanyi's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if recognizing the person in front of him, he hesitated: "Puppet?"
The man raised the oil-paper umbrella slightly, with a slight smile in his eyes, and with a light wave of his fingers, the water sword flew straight towards Li Hanyi.
"The Dark River Su Family, Su Muyu." The man said softly.
Li Hanyi pulled out the iron horse glacier at his waist, and also drew a sword, splitting the water sword into two sections, and then leaped down, collapsing the water sword, splashing the sky.
Li Hanyi closed his sword and raised his head: "Xueyuecheng, Li Hanyi."