After morning.

When the two arrived in Shengping County, the sky changed. Black clouds pressed against the county town, and a hazy drizzle drizzle drizzle was falling.

But look at that day, I guess it will be a spoiler in not long after.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and two old guards with white hair were guarding the gate next to Shengping County.

But if you want to talk about guarding the gate, you actually didn't completely guard it.

Just when Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu were just placing their horses at the inn by the city gate, they happened to see two dedicated veterans. When they woke up, they walked in yawning and emptied Shengping County.

Defensiveness is so lax?

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu looked at each other, wasn’t it said that the world outside was desolate and bandits were raging, and the market was not good?

But while taking advantage of the gap in the empty city gate, Yi Lin directly pulled Wang Xiaohu into the city.

Yi Lin discovered something on the way. The silver they came from the robbers had the inscription of a certain money house printed on it. It was really difficult to explain the source.

Those who rob the rich and help the poor may be misunderstood in the end.

Shengping County, Shengping County, Shengping County.

The name of this county is good.

But when the two stepped in, they had no meaning of "singing and dancing to peace".

There were many homeless beggars squatting beggars next to the avenue, and they were habitually begging for passers-by.

"I'm hungry... I'm hungry... Please give up!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother above and a seven-year-old child below. My family is still disabled..."

"Save the child...I haven't eaten a full meal for 18 days..."

Someone was crying.

Some people screamed miserably.

Someone shouted hungry.

The beggars were habitually stretching out their hands to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu. When they looked up, they saw that the good guy was actually a hairy boy with no hair. They immediately retracted their hands into their sleeves with bad luck. After seeing again, Wang Xiaohu was tall and big, with a knife on his waist. They didn't dare to ask for it anymore. They shivered and retracted their hands into their ragged sleeves, pretending that they had never begged for it.

Seeing that they were pitiful, Wang Xiaohu reached out to touch them.

Not long ago, Yi Lin placed some of the silver on Wang Xiaohu because of the heavy silver.

Yi Lin saw Wang Xiaohu's plan, gently pressed his friend's hand that was about to get angry, and shook his head without a trace.

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a few seconds, but still chose to follow Yi Lin's opinion.

The two communicated silently without attracting the attention of others.

"Boom!"

A thunder thunder teared apart the dark clouds.

The bright lightning lightning made the two of them look white.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain fell and broke the ground.

"It's raining!"

"Run!"

When they saw that it was raining rain, the beggars who seemed to be as weak as a little as a slept in the air just now ran away.

Wang Xiaohu stared at the beggars who were scattering, not understanding why the poor man who hadn't eaten for 18 days ran even more slept than Wang Xiaohu.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up and hide from the rain."

Yi Lin smiled and pulled Wang Xiaohu, but he erected an invisible "Mindulgent Umbrella" on his head to block the rain.

The two followed the eaves and passed the market and arrived at a spacious building.

This place should be regarded as the bustling city of Shengping County.

But at this moment, because the weather is bad, even the heavy rain can drip holes even in the oil umbrella, so the streets are lonely and there are no pedestrians.

"Where do we go to hide from the rain?"

Yi Lin quickly observed around for a moment, pointing in one direction.

Wang Xiaohu looked in the direction of Yi Lin's finger and immediately took a breath: "Wanxianglou? Wait, Brother Lin, is this the legendary fireworks place... brothel!"

Wang Xiaohu was shocked.

He never expected Yi Lin to be such a person.

How old is this!

He grew up under the influence of Mr. Niu's story since childhood.

Whenever Mr. Niu talks about the most famous and most desirable place in Dongsheng Shenzhou, he always subconsciously adds a lot of wonderful ink.

Even though Mr. Niu took into account the innocence of the child, the meaning revealed in his words was that Wanxianglou was not a serious place.

After a moment.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu realize that he had thought wrongly and had a misunderstanding.

It turns out that Yi Lin refers to the teahouse next to Wanxianglou.

The name on the teahouse plaque is slightly unique.

There are many people sitting in Sanpin Xuan who are hiding from the rain.

Some of them seemed to be unpaid and were directly bombarded by a tall and powerful man in front of the teahouse.

When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse in silence, when tall eyes fell on Yi Lin's face, he first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, and his eyes finally fell on the broad sword around Wang Xiaohu's waist. Then he squinted his eyes and grinned, with a full smile: "Oh, the guest official looks at his face. The two Ye are full of noble faces, and they are not ordinary masters at first glance. Come on, two masters, sit in the teahouse! Come on, let's give the two masters a elegant seat!"

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charm value attribute is indeed not low."

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

It seems that taking Wang Xiaohu with me on this trip is really good... very useful.

At least, it saves a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like a person with high charm value. Does charm really mean you don't need to look at your face?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

Even after spending thirteen years here, Yi Lin still has not forgotten his little habit of trials when he was an apostle.

There was a middle-aged storyteller who was shaking a paper fan and was very enthusiastic in the teahouse, telling all kinds of interesting stories.

A group of tea lovers gathered next to the storyteller, saying good news from time to time and applauded to cheer up.

On each tea table, there were groups of three or five talking about the world.

In the most conspicuous position of Sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphy work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, this brushwork is average, but the content is interesting, "Taste tea, taste people, and taste all the things in the world."

The two sat on the second floor.

The outdoor balcony has tiles covering the head, so the environment is not too bad.

The sounds around were very mixed.

The sound of storytelling, the sound of conversation, the sound of rain, and the desolate sounds next door are mixed together, like a song from the market.

Wang Xiaohu is the first time he has come to the county town, looking around, looking like a country bumpkin.

After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea, plus a few plates of delicate and barren snacks, and then sat down.

"call"

Wang Xiaohu poured a cup of hot tea, let it cool a little with his mouth, and then tilted his neck and took a big mouthful. It seemed that he was very tired of traveling overnight, and he finally could stop.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and began to listen.

Wang Xiaohu saw Yi Lin closing his eyes and not talking, drinking tea, and not eating anything. He chewed peanuts boredly and counting them one by one. The two were silent for a while, and Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't help it. Thinking of what happened just now, he whispered with a little shyness: "Brother Lin, I thought just now, where are you going."

Wang Xiaohu blinked at the wall, and his meaning was in place.

Yi Lin did not open her eyes and replied with a smile: "Maybe there really is a chance to go in and see the experience."

"hiss……?"

Wang Xiaohu took a breath.

The rain is raining, and the plants and trees in the old hometown are deep.

The rain fell for half an hour.

The bigger and bigger it is.

The guests in the teahouse were trapped in the teahouse and could not leave. The group could only use the tea to hear the storytellers tell stories and pass the time.

It was almost noon, and the sky was still black and the dark clouds were not reduced at all. It seemed that this long-lost rain would have to be a while later.

On the street, due to the lack of drainage systems, waves of turbulence flooded half of the street, like a shallow stream, with constant sound of water.
To be continued...