Night, spring night, there is rain, the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as dense as sorrow. Spring is still early, but the night is already very dark. The people who are far away in a foreign land may still be in remnants, missing the thousands of strands of rain that will never cut off.Everyone in the city has fallen asleep, except for a dim light in a narrow alley full of mud. A wind lamp that has been yellowed by fireworks was placed under a simple bamboo shed, illuminating a small noodle stall, a few crooked tables and chairs, and two sad people. On such a bleak rainy night, in such a secluded alley, who else would take care of their business?

The wrinkles on the faces of the couple selling noodles deepened. Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the narrow alley, and a man in Tsing Yi walked bravely in the slanting wind and drizzle. His sallow complexion looked as if he had been seriously ill for a long time under the dim light. Lying on the bed covered with a quilt and taking medicine. But he told the owner of this small noodle stall: "I want to eat noodles, three bowls of noodles, three bowls." Such a man has such a good appetite. Both the boss and the proprietress couldn't help looking at him suspiciously: "What kind of noodles does the guest officer want to eat?"

Although already in her thirties, the slender lady boss asked him, "Would you like cabbage noodles? Meat shredded noodles? Or hoof flower noodles?" "I don't want shredded cabbage and pork, and I don't want hoof flowers." The man in Tsing Yi said in a low and hoarse voice, "I want a bowl of golden flowers, a bowl of silver flowers, and a bowl of pearl flowers." He didn't come to eat noodles, he came to ask for trouble. But the couple selling noodles didn't even have any surprised expressions on their faces, they just asked indifferently: "Are you capable of eating?"

"I'll give it a try." The man in Tsing Yi said flatly, "I'll give it a try." Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and a three-foot green blade stabbed out from the man in Tsing Yi's hand like a poisonous snake, stabbing towards the heart of the dull-looking noodle stall owner like a poisonous snake.The shot is faster and more poisonous than the viper. The owner of the noodle stall turned around and used a big bamboo chopstick with noodles as an acupuncture point, and tapped the Tsing Yi man's Jianjing point obliquely. The man in Tsing Yi trembled his wrist, and the cold light became more severe. The point of the sword had already pierced the noodle stall owner's heart, but there was a "ding" sound, as if it had been pierced on an iron plate.

The tip of the sword flashed again, Qingfeng was already in its sheath, and the man in Tsing Yi stopped chasing him, but looked at the couple with a very calm attitude. The proprietress smiled, a face that was originally ordinary and ugly, but when she smiled, she actually showed a very charming attitude. "Okay, good swordsmanship." She moved a chair in the bamboo shed: "Please sit down and eat noodles." The man in Tsing Yi sat down silently, and a bowl of steaming noodles was brought over quickly. There is no cabbage, shredded pork, hoof flowers, or even noodles in the noodle bowl, but there is a bright pearl about the size of a longan.

This small noodle stall in this back alley actually sells this kind of noodles. There are not many people who are capable of eating this kind of noodles, but this person is not the only one. As soon as he sat down, the second person came, a well-behaved young man who also wanted three bowls of noodles, "a bowl of golden flowers, a bowl of silver flowers, and a bowl of pearl flowers". Of course, the owner of the noodle stall also wanted to test him, "Do you have the ability to eat it?" He has. Although this young man's swordsmanship is also the same as his, it is absolutely fast, accurate and effective, and the sword style is continuous, one sword is sent out, there must be three consecutive strikes, no more, no more, no less There was a flash of sword light, and three sounds of "ding, ding, ding", the boss's chest had been hit three times by a sword, and the well-behaved swordsmanship used by this well-behaved man was three times faster than anyone imagined.

The boss even changed his face, but the lady boss smiled happily. When the young man saw her smile, there was a feeling in his eyes that a well-behaved person like him should not have, and the lady boss smiled even more charmingly. She liked the way young men looked at her.But her smile suddenly froze on her face again, and the young man's eyes also turned cold, as if she felt a threatening cold at the same time. He had put his sword into its sheath, and his long and powerful palm was still holding the hilt tightly. He turned around slowly, and saw a one-armed man with a figure as thin as a bamboo pole but with surprisingly broad shoulders standing in the dense rain , with a black bamboo pole slung across his back, and a dilapidated bamboo hat lowered under his eyebrows, only the left half of his eye exposed, staring at the young man like an awl, and asked word by word: "Who are you?" Isn't it under Iron Sword Fangzheng's sect?"

"yes." "Then you come here." "Why do you want me to go there? What are you going to do in the past?" "Come here and let me kill you." The bamboo hat suddenly flew up into the distant darkness, and the dim light shone on the face of the one-armed man, a face with scars like a butcher's butcher's meat, and a "cross" on his right eye. Scar, like an iron yoke, completely sealed this eye, but made the cold light in his other eye even stronger. The palm of the young man holding the sword was already sweating, and he had already remembered who this person was.

He could also see what kind of sword technique was used to make this "ten" scar. The one-armed man stretched out a big, bony hand with protruding veins, and slapped the pitch-black bamboo pole behind his shoulder with his backhand. But the proprietress suddenly passed the noodle stall and arrived in front of him, wrapped her soft arms around his neck like a snake, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her two soft lips to his ears, gently He said softly: "Now you can't touch him, he is also someone I specially recruited, and he is a very useful person, after this matter is over, you can deal with him whatever you want, anyway, he can't escape. "She said softly: "I can't run away either."

Her voice and attitude were like a lover's whisper, as if she treated her husband as a dead person, and the owner of the noodle stall didn't seem to notice it at all.saw nothing. The one-armed man stared at her, and suddenly grabbed her by the skirt, picked her up like a chicken, carried her over the noodle stall, put it down slowly, and said word for word: "I I want noodles, three bowls of noodles, three bowls." The proprietress smiled like a spring flower: "This is an appointment I made with others, just to make sure whether they are really the one I made an appointment with, but you are different, even if you are burned to ashes, I will not Admit it, why did you say such stupid things to me?"

The one-armed man said nothing, and did not even look at the young man, as if he had regarded him as dead. At this moment, they saw another person Shi Shi ran into this back alley. Someone they had never met, nor anyone like this one. The appearance of this person is actually not strange, it can even be said that there is nothing strange about it. He seems to be a little taller than the average person, maybe taller than his actual height, because he is wearing a pair of high-toothed clogs with ancient Tang style, although walking in the muddy narrow alley, a pair of white socks But it didn't splash a little mud. His clothes are not gorgeous, but the materials are hand-cut very well, and the colors match well, making people feel very comfortable. He didn't have a sword or any weapon, but he was holding a new oil-paper umbrella.However, when he walked into this dark alley in the slanting wind and drizzle, it was like walking in an imperial garden full of sunshine and blooming flowers. No matter when or where, his appearance will not change, because he is such a person, no matter how difficult and dangerous the situation is, he will not change. So he always seems to have a smile on his face, even if he is not smiling, others will think he is smiling. Perhaps that was the only strange thing about this man. The dim light also shone on this person's face. It wasn't the kind of face that would fascinate girls as soon as they saw it, but it definitely wouldn't make people find it annoying. Except for noodle soup, noodle pot, spoons, chopsticks, soy sauce, sesame oil, and chopped green onion, this small noodle stall is no different from other small noodle stalls. spiced corned egg. The man seemed interested in everything. "I want a little of everything, and it's better to cut more dried tofu." He said, "Another two jugs of wine, any wine will do." "Where are the noodles?" The boss asked tentatively, "What kind of noodles do you want? How many bowls do you want?" "I don't want half a bowl," the man smiled, "I just want to drink some wine, not noodles." This person is not here to eat noodles. The expressions of the three people who came to eat noodles all changed. The one-armed man's big bony hand had bulging veins, and the noodle stall owner had already grasped the pair of long chopsticks for picking noodles. But his foot has been stepped on by the proprietress. "We haven't prepared any good wine here, but the dried tofu is really well marinated." The proprietress smiled apologetically, "Guest officer, please sit in the shed, and I'll bring the food and wine right away." There are only three small tables in the simple tent, which have already been occupied by the three people who came first. Fortunately, a table usually does not only allow one person to sit, it is usually equipped with two or three chairs and stools, just as a teapot is usually equipped with several teacups. So this guy finally has a seat to sit down too. The seat he chose was opposite the first person in Tsing Yi, because this seat was the closest. This person seems to be very lazy. If he can take two steps less, he will take two steps less, and if he can sit down, he will never stand. Not only was he lazy, but he also seemed a little stupid, and he felt a little numb. He didn't even feel the hostility of others towards him. Before he sat down, he asked the person in Tsing Yi first. "The world is so big, and people are so small, it seems that we are destined to sit at the same table." He said, "I would like to buy you a glass of wine, okay?" "Not good," the man in Tsing Yi couldn't be considered rude, "I don't drink." The man touched his nose, as if disappointed. But when the food and drink came, he became happy again: "Although drinking alone is boring, at least it's better than drinking without wine." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone applauding. "This is really a wise saying that is not easy to find through the ages." A person clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Just based on this sentence, it is worth exaggerating three things." His laughter was bold and sonorous, his back was straight when he walked, his clothes were freshly put on and well-washed, a long black-sheathed sword hung from his girdle, a brass gauntlet and a The tsuba of the sword hilt was polished and gleamed. In order to make others have a good impression of him, he did spend a lot of effort. It's a pity that all these can't hide his haggard and tiredness, but he still hopes that others can't see it. "It's a pity that I can't drink with you yet. I want to eat a few bowls of noodles first." He strode to the noodle stall: "I want three bowls of noodles, three bowls." The owner of the noodle stall looked at him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to strangle him by the neck, and asked him why he couldn't see that there was someone here who wasn't here to eat noodles, and why he didn't even have such a vision. The middle-aged man with the sword was also staring at him, and suddenly sneered: "Why don't you speak up? What do you mean? Do you think that I, Jiao Lin, am too old to eat your bowl of noodles?" His voice Already hoarse because of anger: "I don't care if I eat this bowl of noodles, but I must let you see if I still have this ability." He has drawn his sword. The way he draws his sword is completely correct and standard, but his hand is no longer stable. A pair of bamboo chopsticks suddenly stabbed out from the owner of the noodle stall, poking his eyes with the momentum of two dragons grabbing pearls. Before his sword reached the opponent's heart, the opponent's bamboo chopsticks had already reached his eyebrows. He can only retreat. He only took a step back, and the bamboo chopsticks suddenly struck down on his wrist bone, and with a "Dang", the long sword landed on the ground. When the long sword fell to the ground, Jiao Lin seemed to have suddenly fallen from a tall building and fell into an abyss beyond redemption. At this moment, all the weaknesses that he tried to hide were suddenly exposed.His aging, his indolence, his unsteady hands, and even the frayed places on his collar and cuffs are all obvious at this moment. But no one wanted to look at him again. He slowly bent down, slowly picked up the sword that had been knocked down on the ground, and stepped back step by step.But his eyes were fixed on the bamboo chopsticks of the noodle stall owner. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were full of despair and fear, as if he knew that every step he took back was one step closer to death. The drinking man stood up suddenly, first took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table, then held up the oil-paper umbrella, walked over to support him. "I can see that you must be an alcoholic." He smiled and said, "Although the dried tofu here is well marinated, the wine is too sour. Let's go to another place to drink." The old-fashioned high-heeled shoes are stepping on the mud, and the brand-new oil-paper umbrella blocks the drizzle. Holding a person with one hand, he gradually walks out of this back alley. The one-armed man looked at them with murderous intent in his one-eyed eyes, the man in green suddenly stood up, the young man under the Iron Sword Gate had already grasped his sword, and the noodle stall owner was about to fly up. "Can't move!" The proprietress suddenly patted the table: "None of you can move, whoever moves will die." The face of the noodle stall owner changed. "I can't listen to you this time. We must not keep Jiao Lin alive." His voice was low: "This matter is too important. Jiao Lin already knows a little bit, even if he is in his line of work. Everything is safe, and we can't take any chances." "Because we can't take risks, we must not move." The proprietress said: "As long as we move, we will definitely fail in this matter." "Are you afraid of Jiao Lin? Don't you see that he is finished?" "It's not Jiao Lin that I'm afraid of." The proprietress said, "Ten Jiao Lins can't compare to that man's one finger." "Which person?" the boss asked, "are you afraid of that drunkard dressed like a playboy?" "It's not bad at all. It's him that I'm afraid of." The proprietress said, "I wanted to be him too, but luckily I suddenly recognized who he is, otherwise we might be finished now." The one-armed man suddenly sneered: "Do you recognize who I am? Have you forgotten who I am?" The proprietress sighed softly: "I know that you are a person who is not afraid of anything, and I also know that since you lost once in Bashan, you have won consecutive battles against thirteen masters of the seven sword sects in the past four years. Last time Yue, you actually assassinated Diancang Zhuofei under the sword in one move." The one-armed man said coldly: "Zhuofei is not the only one I killed in one move." Killing with one move, what a fierce and vicious swordsmanship! "But you can never kill that person in one move," said the proprietress, "There is absolutely no one in the world who can kill him in one move, and no one can kill him in a hundred and eleven thousand moves." .” She gently told these people: "Because I remember that he never seemed to lose in his life." The one-armed man was shocked and moved: "Who is he?" The proprietress finally said the name of this person. The name she said was like some kind of spell, with an incredible magic, which made everyone's face change and everyone shut their mouths. The name she said was: "Chu Liuxiang."