Chapter 394: Wind and rain

The long street was quiet, and hundreds of people did not make any sound.
Standing in the ruins of the inn, Chen Changsheng glanced at Hua Jiefu. Earlier, the Bishop of Xunyang City had warned him that a big man in the Huaiyuan was traveling in the north, which was very likely to cause great trouble.
Now it seems that the state religion is indeed the most powerful force on the mainland, and even such secret information can be accurately detected, but the bishop is wrong, the man is not in trouble, in addition... Su Li is also wrong.
Looking at Wang Po's back, Chen Changsheng said to Su Li: "Look, someone is willing to help you after all. This world is not blind and trustworthy."
In the light cold rain, Wang Po stood as a lone tree. He repulsed Liang Sun, Sun Xiao and Zhang Zhang, and cut them incompetently by means of incomparable toughness. He was also seriously injured, coughing up blood, and his voice seemed weak.
"Let's go." He didn't turn around and said directly.
Chen Changsheng knew that this sentence was for himself. He lifted Su Li from his chair, followed Wang Po, and walked deep and shallow over the broken beams and gravel wetted by rain, and walked towards the street.
Su Li feels that this is a bit of hard work. The most important thing is that if he is to be supported by Chen Changsheng, he can't walk casually and casually, and he must be watched by hundreds of people, which seriously damages his legendary color.
"I said it before entering the city, don't rush out the two deer, you don't listen!"
He complained angrily to Chen Changsheng: "I don't care, you quickly find me a mount."
Chen Changsheng was very helpless, thinking about where to find a mount at this time, and said: "Wait until the city is out."
Su Li pointed to Huo Yunqi holding Xue He in the street and said, "This animal is good and can fly."
Chen Changsheng thought that the whole continent knew that it was good. The problem was that it was not yours or mine. It was a mount that wanted to kill you. He didn’t rush out of Xunyang City. What are these doing?
Su Li looked at the look on his face and reluctantly said: "It's really not good, and the king of Liang's Mansion can also be."
Chen Changsheng was silent and thought he was really wrong. At that time, he should not go back when he was in Xueling Hot Spring. When the two were talking, Wang Po had been waiting quietly in front of him, appearing extremely patient, and suddenly, He turned and walked towards the crowd, came to a practitioner, and extended his right hand-the practitioner was holding a yellow horse.
Hoof answered, Wang Po led the horse back, handed the reins into Chen Changsheng's hands, then turned around and carried the knife to the other side of the street. Looking at his back, Chen Changsheng was stunned. He didn't expect him to be a wonderful person.
He looked like a shabby accountant, but a wonderful accountant.
"Wang Po is a very interesting person. When he was Mr. Teng in Wenshui City, I was very optimistic about him, but... his eyebrows are not long, too shabby, too sad."
Su Li rode a yellow horse and was in a much better mood. With a chatter to remember the old thoughts, he pointed to Wang Po in the front and said, "If he can look better, I will definitely be better for him."
Wang Po should have heard his words, and his steps were slightly paused, and then he went forward again, stepping on the rain on the street. At this moment, the rain falling in the sky gradually stopped, and the sky in the distance showed a blue color .
This feast of Xunyang City brought a lot of people to the banquet, including Xiaojia, Xiao Wang, Liang Sun, and others, and many forces. At this time, the banquet is about to end, but there are still many unwilling to refuse. People who are absent.
There was a enmity between those people and Su Li, and there were old complaints that could not be resolved.
Wang Po's knife can kill Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, but it can't shock people. Since those people are here to kill Su Li, they have already lived and died outside the world. They are not afraid of death, and naturally they are not afraid of Wang Po.
The bluestones on the street were wet by rain and turned into countless black inkstones. Many people stood beside the street.
Wang Po carried the knife in front, and Chen Changsheng took the reins behind. The answer was the sound of rain dripping from under the eaves, the sound of blood dripping, and the sound of the heart beating.
The crowd's eyes are complex, awe, fear, anger, unwillingness.
There was no change in the expression on Wang Po's face. Chen Changsheng looked at his feet. Su Li still looked at the sky and was extremely sloppy. In the eyes of his enemies, naturally, it seemed particularly abominable.
Someone finally couldn't help but plundered into the street and shouted, "Su Li, come to life!"
Chen Changsheng was still silent, his left hand was already holding the hilt, Su Li still looked at the sky and didn't care.
From Xueyuan all the way back home, tens of thousands of miles back, the two have greeted too many attacks. Now, there is one more person in Nangui's team, from two to three, and they are even less worried.
The sharp and steady knife broke into the air, and only a muffled sound was heard. The man didn't have time to swipe to the heart of the street, so he was flicked back and fell heavily on the wall, stunned with smoke and dust.
Someone arrived again, and then was hit again by an iron knife. On the long streets of Xunyang City, there were flying figures everywhere, blood spewing out, muffled screams, and painful and desperate roars.
Wang Po carried the knife and went ahead. He just took the iron sword and seemed to hit it at random, and no one could cross his sword and approach Su Li, regardless of whether that person was the powerhouse of the Ju Xing Realm in the North, or the genius of any denomination.
From the beginning to the end, he did not move the blade, so no one died.
On both sides of the long street, there are practitioners who are falling down.
Sure enough, it is the strongest on the list.
Unless the saint is close, and all directions will come to the scene, who can stop the Tianliang King from breaking?
Chen Changsheng still held the sword handle tightly, silent and alert.
His eyes did not stay on Wang Po, nor did he fall on the unpredictable iron sword. Although he knew that this was a rare learning opportunity, he had always been on the street that was easy to miss. local.
Broken walls, eaves, injured practitioners, scolded teenagers.
About to leave Xunyang City, but also the most dangerous time.
He never forgot the assassin who was always hidden in the night.
The third assassin in the world who has silently followed him and Sue thousands of miles away, and whose patience is terrifying.
The assassin with a very common name: Liu Qing.
He felt that Liu Qing would shoot.
Wang Po has already arrived. If Liu Qing does not take advantage of Xunyang City’s final chaos, once they leave Xunyang City, Liu Qing will most likely never find another shot, and finally, like Su Li, treat himself Trapped in the most embarrassing situation.
The head of Xunyang City approached, and turned to the corner in front, you could see the closed gate.
Just then, Wang Liangsun said a word.
Starting from leaving the inn, Liang Wangsun has been following them.
He was powerless now, but he did not want to leave.
He wanted to see if Su Li could still live and whether he would open his eyes this day.
He said to Wang Po: "Although the world is big, there is no place for Su Li to be able to contain himself. Where can you take him?"
Wang Po stopped.
The yellow horse stopped.
Wang Po turned to look at him and said, "I send him back to Lishan."
Chen Changsheng walked tens of thousands of miles with Su Li.
So, he also took Su Li and walked tens of thousands of miles, how about walking back to Lishan?
"But... even if you send him back to Lishan, what's the point?"
There was an indifferent voice over the long street.
Chen Changsheng thought, ah, if Lishan really changes, what if Su Li returns to Lishan?
Is it so big in the world that he really can't accommodate him?
Then he suddenly woke up and looked at the sound.
Who is talking?
Wang Po's expression became extremely solemn and speechless.
He was very vigilant, even more so than facing Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun together.
Looking at the man who appeared slowly around the corner of the street, Chen Changsheng felt that his body became very cold.
No way.
He pondered silently in his heart.
Suddenly, the anger was extremely high.
The story should not have such an ending.
Why should a feast for cannibalism end at the will of the owner?
Anger comes from helplessness.
Chen Changsheng felt helpless at this time because he was really desperate.
No matter whether he was facing Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang in the wilderness, or seeing the king of King Liang’s palace in the inn, he had never despaired, even when facing the iron gun of Xiao Zhang, he couldn’t even lift his sword, He is still not desperate.
Because he is still alive and Su Li is still alive, he believes that someone in this world will definitely come to help them.
He shouted those four words to the bright spring of Xunyang City, and there must be an echo.
Sure enough, Wang Po came.
He came from the wind and rain.
But now, this man... actually came.
The bright spring will eventually dissipate.
The reverberant memories will also dissipate.
Even if there are people willing to help them, what use is there?
Now, who else can help them?
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A middle-aged man appeared on the corner of the street.
The man's long hair shawl, but there are many snow-like traces faintly visible in it.
It is impossible to distinguish how many years he has lived and how many years he has practiced.
Decades or hundreds of years?
The man is tall and thin.
The popularity is extraordinary and chic, because he is the leader of the family.
The man's expression was very indifferent, because he was a desperate patriarchal sect.
Looking at Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, he has an overbearing and domineering momentum.
Even looking at Su Li, he did not hide his confidence and arrogance.
The name is moving in all directions, and the storm is as obscure.
The people here are the wind and rain in all directions.
Julo.
He is the strongest man on the mainland.
He is a who practices the world.
The long street of Xunyang City was quiet, and then there were countless voices.
Hundreds of practitioners fell down.
Liang Wang and Sun Changyi saluted.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face moved.
Wang Po did not move, did not salute, and looked quietly at the opposite side.
Chen Changsheng did not salute, he forgot to salute.
Su Li sits on horseback and condescends.
He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "You guys can't help it at last."
Zhu Luo said: "I just can't bear to kill you by hand, so I don't want to meet."
Su Li was quiet for a while, and said with emotion: "It seems that my opinion was correct."
Juluo asked: "What is your opinion?"
Su Li looked at him and said seriously: "A few of you are king bastards...Lao bastards."
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(The impact of quitting smoking on writing is really too great, I am always working hard, getting better and better.)
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