C11 Sword Rain(part I)

On this day, the sky suddenly changed. The wind crazily surged, and it seemed as if the whole world would be split open by the thunder. Lightning covered the entire space like veins in a nervous system. The dark clouds rose up and covered the entire earth like a huge net. Even the thunder had turned the entire land upside down.

A large group of people wore a straw cape and a wide brimmed bamboo hat. They each had a longsword at their waists, but the longswords were uneven, with varying in length. The road up the mountain was rough and steep, and the road was covered in mud after being washed by the heavy rain. After people had walked, their bodies were covered in mud, and the grass along the mountain side was washed clean, giving off a strong smell of green and fresh after the rain. A large group of people walked into a small teahouse in the mountains, stopped their hurried steps, and entered the teahouse. A large group of people walked into a small teahouse in the mountains, stopped their hurried steps, and entered the teahouse, calling out to the waiter. At this moment, a hunchbacked old man holding a hot kettle came running towards them.

"Dear guests, the tea is here." The old man poured water into a teacup that had been poured over the table.

Some of them were playing with the swords in their hands, and of course, some people noticed that there were two people sitting near the table, one old and one young, the other old, a woman in her fifties. They were elegant and dignified, with jet-black hair coiled gracefully on their heads. Sitting opposite the woman in white was a young man of about twenty years of age. He had an extremely handsome face, and although he looked dignified and unruly, he was also wearing a white robe. He had one foot on the bench he was sitting on, while his right hand held a teacup. The two of them drank their tea in silence. Some of the people in the group were looking at the two of them. They looked like they were wandering in the Jianghu.

From time to time, the young master would look at the middle-aged man with a beard who was swinging his hands in front of his chest, occasionally sipping on the tea in his hand. The middle-aged man looked like the leader of the group. When the middle-aged man saw that the young man in white was looking at him, he turned his head to look at him. The man sitting next to the middle-aged man saw that the young man in white was looking at him from time to time. "Hairy # 1."

He slowly stood up from the stool and looked at the man who had cursed him. The woman sitting opposite him, seeing that the youth was trying to provoke her, called out, "Fei Er, sit down."

The white-robed youth sat down upon hearing the white-clothed woman's words.

The bearded man glanced at the slightly angry man, but when the man saw the boss's gaze, he did not say anything. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a gulp. With a frown, he knocked the teacup on the table. "Old man, why is this tea so bitter?"

The old man quickly walked over with his back bent and said, "Sir, this is the flavor of the tea. It's not bad." The old man's hands trembled slightly when he saw that the old man had put out his hands.

"You must be tired of living to give me such bitter tea." With the help of the breath he had just let out, the man started to get angry.

"If you can't drink it, then don't drink it. What's with the monkey's temper?" The white-clothed youth saw that the man suddenly spoke to the old man in anger. However, his eyes were fixated on the teacup in his right hand that was swinging left and right, as if he was looking at the man with extreme contempt.

However, the other party was not someone who would tolerate anger. The man stood up and humphed loudly, "What? You want to spit in front of me?"

"I find it dirty to be spitting on you!" The youth in white answered with a smile that only further infuriated the man. Not only was she bullying him, she was even looking at him with such contempt.

"You're courting death." The tea cup in the man's hand shot towards the white-robed youth like an arrow. The white-robed youth quickly dodged to the side, causing the teacup to fly past him and smash into a pillar behind him.

The white-clothed youth's originally nonchalant face immediately tensed up. He was about to go all out. It seemed like he was also someone who stirred up trouble. Hearing that person loudly snort and attack him, he immediately stood up.

The woman in white called out to Fei'er again, but this time, she did not sit down. "Aunt." The youth raised his right foot and hooked upwards. The bench he was sitting on just now suddenly flew towards the man at an extremely fast speed. The man suddenly raised his hand and used his strong arm to block the flying bench. The bench landed on the table where they were sitting, and he saw that the man's arm, which was swinging the bench, was obviously hurt from the impact. He quickly drew his sword, while the rest of the group also drew their swords.

"Fei'er, sit down." The woman in white once again asked the young man to sit down. This time, there was a clear look of unhappiness on her face. "I'm not bringing you here to behave atrociously."

"But aunty …" The man in white wanted to retort, but stopped. He saw that his aunt was very unhappy, but she didn't want to sit down like this. The expression on her face, which was standing by the table, began to twitch.

It would not be that easy to swallow a breath of air without moving. The man drew his sword, stepped heavily on the table with his right foot and thrust forward. The young man dodged the attack and quickly took the sword from the table. With the scabbard, he touched the man's blade, and the two of them began to fight. Although this white-robed young man was a wild and unruly swordsman, he was extremely skilled at it. Every move he took was an attack dodging, and the style he used was extremely threatening. Suddenly, the man's face looked like an angry tiger as he increased the strength of the sword in his hand and struck back crazily. At this time, the young man was forced to take a few steps back due to the fierce force of the sword, while the rest of the people around him started to move, raising their swords and slowly surrounding the young man. Their eyes were all over the woman in white and the young man in white, but their beards were only able to stand up; they did not see him draw their sword.

The man's sword slashed wildly like a gale. Perhaps it was the beginning of the attack, but the sword path was devoid of moves. The youth could not find an opening to attack and was forced back to the side of the table. The woman in white was very calm as she sat by the table, as if nothing had happened around her. She was drinking tea very leisurely, but seeing that Fei'Er was forced to retreat and had no way to attack, she calmly pointed out, "When he cuts left side of his sword, three inches under his right arm."

Hearing his aunt's words, the young man suddenly opened his mouth and revealed a strange smile. When his sword was three inches away from the man's right armpit, the man's hands and feet suddenly became disordered, and the sword he was playing with became a mess. He hurriedly dodged to the left, at this time, the young man's sword stabbed again and again.