Chapter 411 Heavy rain falls on Youyan.
The heavy rain falls in torrents.
The big raindrops formed in one piece outside the window, like a rain curtain, splashing into the stagnant water on the street, and only yellowish water splashes could be seen.
Under the eaves, Sheng Junqian was holding a bowl of rice wine and sipping slowly.
A plate of fennel beans is on hand.
A sip of wine and an fennel bean, except that he didn't expel nine cents, Sheng Junqian looked exactly like the man in a long gown standing drinking.
This is not Los Angeles.
This is the county seat of Song County.
The place where Sheng Junqian is located is also the largest inn in Song County.
It's called Ruyi Inn.
"Master Sheng." A timid voice came from behind Sheng Junqian.
Sheng Junqian turned around and saw the innkeeper's daughter looking at him in the room: "You're drinking again." "What else
can you do if you don't drink on a rainy day?" Sheng Junqian smiled.
It has been ten days since he came here.
In the past ten days, apart from drinking, the only thing left was killing.
Fang Bi was very clear about Luo City's affairs, and there was no room for him to interfere.
"It depends on your strength on the Jianghu Ranking List." These were Fang Bie's exact words.
Sheng Junqian didn't even have room to refute, so he was very angry.
However, Fang Bie still gave him another task, another important task.
That is to come to Song County and then kill some people who want to leave Song County.
Then kill some people who want to come to Song County.
Of course, the legend of immortality is still circulating in Song County, but there are no more enthusiasts because no one has heard about the immortality for too long.
But the Crock Temple is still there.
A monk and a Taoist priest died in the Crock Temple.
This was originally something that could not be hidden.
And what Fang doesn't want is to keep this matter hidden for as long as possible.
So Sheng Junqian was used.
"Do you want me to drink with you?" The innkeeper's daughter stood there and looked at him timidly.
His eyes were blinking in a panic, and his dark eyes were a bit lively.
This little girl is only seventeen years old, and she is pretty and pretty.
as well as.
Sheng Junqian knew.
She likes herself.
Sheng Junqian shook his head, picked up the wine bowl, and saluted the little girl from a distance.
"I can drink alone."
With that said, Sheng Junqian drank the full bowl of wine in one gulp.
Of course - if it is rice wine, it is not intoxicating.
Sheng Junqian could drink a jar in one breath.
Of course this bowl is no problem.
Damn it!
Sheng Junqian cursed in his heart.
No matter how you say it, I was once ranked number 100 on the A-list. How come you have become the last person in the world?
Being sent here, I have to be liked by the little girl.
I don’t like little girls, do you understand?
The little girl bit her lower lip gently: "My father said that drinking alone is not good for your health."
The little girl's name is Xie Ru.
It is neither called Ruhua nor Wanru.
She is Xie Ru.
It's actually a pretty good name.
But Sheng Junqian is not the kind of person who likes little girls.
He would rather go to a brothel and spend a lot of money and be in a drunken state with those brothel girls, than have anything to do with these innocent little girls.
Because it's really troublesome.
Also because.
Maybe he won't be here after tonight.
May never come back again.
Sheng Junqian stuffed an fennel bean into his mouth.
Bit into pieces.
The aroma of beans spreads little by little in your mouth.
"What do you like about me? Should I change my career?" Sheng Junqian said seriously.
Xie Ru was startled, then jumped up and hid in the back room, like a frightened rabbit.
Well, for her, Sheng Junqian broke through this layer of window paper, which made her very embarrassed and angry.
Sheng Junqian sighed.
Pick up the wine bowl.
empty.
Pick up the wine jar.
Also empty.
Sheng Junqian wanted to ask the waiter to bring him another jar of wine, but then he remembered that Xie Ru had been entertaining him for the past two days.
I could only put down the wine bowl in frustration.
It was raining heavily outside the window.
...
...
Without wine, he could only watch the heavy rain outside the window. There was no room for Sheng Junqian to intervene in the battle against Ning Huan in Luo City, and this place was just right for him, so Sheng Junqian came.
In fact, Mr. Sheng is not that picky. He has killed a lot of people these days, and he may kill more people. But Song County is really a small place, and the county town is small and shabby. The first person who came here... In three days, he took ten taels of gold and went out to look for flowers and willows. However, he left in good spirits and returned disappointed.
Because the fireworks here really made Mr. Sheng uninterested.
So when I have free time, I can really only drink.
At this moment, a man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat walked through the window in the heavy rain. Raindrops rolled down from his raincoat. He raised his eyes in the rain and looked at Sheng Junqian on the window sill of the inn.
Then he raised his hand and quietly threw a wax ball upwards.
The white wax pellet traced an arc and then fell into the window, swirling on the floor before stopping.
Sheng Junqian sighed and bent down to build the wax pill.
Crushed it, there was a note inside.
The note contained a location, two names, and a general description of his appearance and clothing.
Sheng Junqian read the note three times to make sure he remembered the content in his heart. Then he stood up, placed the note on the oil lamp on the table and lit it, watching it turn into ashes little by little on his fingertips.
The oil lamp in Sheng Junqian's room was always on, because he was not short of oil money.
Secondly, it was because he had been waiting for the arrival of this letter all the time.
Sheng Junqian finished burning the note, then stood up, lifted the Baiduang Dao from the bedside and hung it on his waist, then opened the door and went downstairs.
Heavy rain falls on Youyan.
So the inn was empty and there was no one there.
"Store, do you have raincoats?" Sheng Junqian asked the boss who was dozing behind the counter.
The boss was excited, and then nodded: "It's raining so heavily, guest wants to go out?"
Sheng Junqian nodded, and calmly revealed the black knife on his waist.
"Yeah."
In fact, Sheng Junqian never concealed his identity as a Jianghu person from beginning to end. This black knife was like a symbol, warning everyone to stay away from him.
But there happened to be a little girl who didn't have any eyesight, and she just wanted to get close to him.
Probably, to those little girls, this version of themselves is really charming and handsome.
What do you like about me? Should I change my career?
If people like the feeling of a prodigal, they like this weather-beaten maturity and uninhibitedness.
Then Sheng Junqian really can't change it.
He could only choose not to provoke it.
This is not the first time the boss has seen this black knife, but if you go out on a rainy day with a knife but no umbrella, then it must be for killing people.
The boss rummaged under the counter, then pulled out a somewhat old coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and placed it on the counter.
Sheng Junqian took it, put it on himself in the lobby, turned around and went out.
It's raining heavily outside.
Sheng Junqian stood outside the door.
"I'll be back as soon as I go."
The boss said noncommittally.
Sheng Junqian went out, and at this moment, Xie Ru rushed out of his room and looked at the man in the rain.
"No need to change!"
"Just come back!"
Sheng Junqian sighed.
no answer.
Walk straight into the rain.
Rain fell along the bamboo hat and raincoat.
(End of chapter)