The dark night rain beats the turbid earth like a monk ringing a bell in an old temple.
The water splashing on the ground looked like transparent umbrellas turned upside down.
The sun sets, and the afterglow remains. Taixi City is almost under curfew, and everything is almost pitch black.
At the city gate, several guards looked at the pedestrians on the way in and out of boredom. They all looked at them before letting them go.
On this night of heavy rain, they were not in a good mood, and they just wanted to end the day's duty hastily.
It's time to close the shop and go home to warm up the pit with my wife, or have a drink at Chunhua Restaurant to be cool.
Along the official road outside the city, Shen Xiu had already expected this kind of scene.
Today, his image has been greatly changed. His hair has become shorter and his face is darker. When he walks to a deserted corner, he picks up a load and puts on a bamboo hat, and he becomes a proper salesman.
Then, taking advantage of the night rain in the darkness, he walked forward crookedly.
A guard at the door looked up at the weird weather, cursed secretly, glanced at Shen Xiu who was walking in the rain, and waved his hand to let him pass quickly.
Entering the city, a sign standing beside the city gate caught Shen Xiu's attention.
The face of the leader of the Red Fire Bandits from last time had long since disappeared, and what remained were a few unfamiliar-looking faces. At the end of these faces, Shen Xiu saw some familiar faces.
These notices have become tattered after being mercilessly ravaged by wind and rain, but some of his appearance can still be seen in the yellowed lines on the notices.
Chen Xiu sneered, put on his bamboo hat, picked up the burden, walked into an alley, and then came out to Changqing Street.
The top combat power of Taixi City is not very high, and the only two people from the Xuanjian Division with outstanding combat power have also left. If you want to sneak in, it is really not too difficult.
"Grandpa, do you think the man carrying the burden just now looks like the bloody-handed man Tu Chenxiu?"
In a rice shop about ten meters away from the notice board, there was an eighty-nine-year-old boy, his eyes wide open, looking at the alley where Shen Xiu left without blinking.
Then he said to the old man sitting next to him on a rocking chair under the eaves, holding a pipe in his mouth.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the continuous heavy rain with a trace of worry in his eyes. At this moment, when he heard his grandson's words, he knocked on his pipe.
"This is the fifth time you have said it today. Have you finished your homework in the private school and memorized the teacher's lessons? I want you to hang around outside again."
"No..." After hearing this, the boy immediately murmured like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"Also, even if he saw it, the bloody-handed human killer pretended not to see it."
"why?"
"The adults in the city government said that the monster was doing evil, sacrificing human life and harming both sides of the Lishui River, and that Shen Xiu from the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall was in cahoots with that big monster.
Over the past few months, there have been heavy rains like this five or six times, and the river bank outside the city downstream of Lishui has burst its banks twice.
Can we not know whether the demon is good or not? "
The old man sitting under the eaves shook his head and smiled rather self-deprecatingly.
In the past, he was leaning on the rocking chair like this. His father told those distant stories and the rumors that were spread around, saying that there was a dragon king in the Lishui River, protecting the safety of Taixi City.
He was young and frivolous, how could he believe these stories.
So I teamed up with a group of friends and ran to the Lishui River to urinate in the wind every day.
Until late one night, he was walking by the river again. When he unbuttoned his pants, a voice suddenly appeared in the river, and then quietly warned him not to pee.
At that moment, he was so frightened that he had to urinate, and he ran home in a panic, only to realize that the rumors in the jokes were sometimes not legends.
In the following decades, just as his father said, there were two severe droughts and one flood in Heyang County, but Taixi City avoided both, and the weather was indescribably smooth.
However, all this changed when the adults of the Xuanjian Division said that a demon was slaughtered in the Lishui River.
Talk about a big demon who does evil, talk about Tu Chenxiu, a man with bloody hands who is colluding with others.
How could they not know whether it was evil or not?
The old man blew out his smoke and looked at the nameless memorial sign on the high platform of the room.
People, although they don’t say it with their mouths, they actually have a strong balance in their hearts.
After approaching the Jinhong Martial Arts Hall, Shen Xiu threw the burden in his hand into a deserted corner, and easily crossed the high wall of the martial arts hall with just a few steps.
After a few twists and turns, Shen Xiu quickly arrived at the small courtyard where he lived before.
Then as soon as Shen Xiu landed on the ground and approached the house, the candles in the house suddenly lit up.
As his body tensed, Professor Duan's gentle voice came from inside.
"It's Shen Xiu, then come in."
Chen Xiu pushed the door open and found Professor Duan wearing a robe, flicking the candle on the desk with his wrist.
"Teacher Duan!"
Shen Xiu cupped his fists.
Although it was before, after his cultivation reached the realm of bone-cutting, Duan Jiaoxi was afraid of making a fool of his generosity, so he gave up his previous intention of accepting disciples.
But Shen Xiu still respected Duan Jiaoxi, not because of his strength, but because of his character.
"After you left, people from the Xuanjian Division came. I was afraid that others would disturb me, so I moved here. I thought you would come back."
Duan Hongfei explained with a smile when he saw Shen Xiu, whose skin had become tougher and his temperament solidified after not seeing him for several months.
Then he turned around and took out a package from the cabinet at the foot of the room.
"The money is all in here."
"Thank you, Professor Duan."
"No need to thank you. What are your plans for the future?"
"Go to Shanglin City."
"It seems that the rumors are true. You have some friendship with the big demon white python." Duan Hongfei smiled when he heard this, with admiration in his eyes. "What is your current level of cultivation?"
"Not long ago, I entered the realm of returning to Tibet."
When Duan Hongfei heard this, his eyes almost brightened.
After all the calculations, it had only been two years since he started teaching martial arts. In two years, he had gone from knowing nothing to being able to cultivate the four realms of martial arts for the Return to Tibet Realm.
Such talent is so high.
You must know that even if it takes several years to polish a realm, it is extremely common.
Just talking about him, he has been in the bone-cutting realm for five or six years, but he has been unable to break through that bottleneck.
Compared with Shen Xiu's progress, it was simply unspeakable. He always overestimated Shen Xiu, but every time it was beyond his expectation.
It was as if there were no bottlenecks in all his entries.
"Actually, before this happened, you had to go to Shanglin City anyway. Do you know where the Dragon Subduing Tiger Technique of our Jinhong Martial Arts School comes from?"
"The Yuanyang Gang in Shanglin City?"
Chen Xiu had heard about this rumor and replied after thinking about it for a moment.
Teacher Duan nodded, "Yes, the technique of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger did come from the Yuanyang Gang in Shanglin City. It should be said that it came from the Yuanyang Gang's former leader's secret skill, the Prison-Suppressing Dragon Xiang Jin."
