The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if the heavens had seen this increasingly fierce battle, with the flames burning and the sword rising.

Suddenly, a murderous intent behind him was shocked. The two of them were intoxicated by the battle. The two swords collided. The two of them had a stalemate for a moment and suddenly separated.

Di Chen'er swung out three sword energy in succession to stop the sudden flying sword. The next moment, he saw a little cold light coming, and this familiar feeling made him smile slightly.

Through the mist and rain curtain, he saw An Ran stabbing with a dragon roar.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles and not to give An Ran unnecessary troubles, Di Chen'er directly sang in the rain:

"You are like the breeze disturbing my heart!"

The sound was like a tender wind in the pouring rain, blowing in the peaceful heart.

You are like the breeze disturbing my heart, but you can’t see the bright moon until now.

An Ran was stunned, and four words suddenly appeared in his mind: "Friends of Nangong".

The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, and the slender hand took back the sword that was shaken back by Di Chen'er. Through the mist, he saw the boy's face, and then there was no further information, and the spear was not stabbed out.

The man standing on the other side frowned and subconsciously looked up at the sky. There was no bright moon or breeze.

An Ran flew to the man with a gun and a sword in one hand.

"Senior Brother Mo, it's important to rush back to Tianzong as soon as possible."

Mo Taibai looked at her with a slanted eyes, and saw that there was a slight smile on her face. Then he pointed a sword at Di Chen'er, who looked calm on the opposite side and said:

"You know each other?"

An Ran was shocked and shook her head quickly.

"I don't know!"

"Don't you recognize me?" Mo Taibai's eyes were sharp. Seeing An Ran still shook his head, he said solemnly:

"You have also seen the Monster Hunt Order?"

Upon hearing this, An Ran felt even more panicked, just concealed, but ignored this. And in front of this meticulous Senior Brother Mo... she was a little at a loss.

Just as he was about to explain randomly, Di Chen'er took the lead in snatching the topic and joked:

"What? One person and one sword are afraid that they can't fight me, so they can't find helpers? They are still a woman. Do you really look down on me?"

An Ran hurriedly took over the conversation and said angrily:

"The two sword immortals of the Tianjian Immortal Sect are here. We have something important to do. I advise you not to stop them. You should retreat quickly. It will disrupt the itinerary. Even if you miss the people today, you will still capture you!"

She said something, which was a reminder of Di Chen'er, and also a reminder of Mo Taibai's understanding of importance.

Mo Taibai frowned again, "Junior Sister An Ran, this is not like your style, right?"

"Is there any?" An Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Senior Brother Mo, the people in the world are the most important. Talking about him here, even if he really gets the immortal fate in the end, he will forget his duty to save the people in the world. I think I'll let him go today."

Mo Taibai Si looked at him for a moment. He was already free and easy. He fought with Di Chener just because he suddenly saw him and had never met An Ran. Now that he was with An Ran, the other party could not be conquered so easily, so it was indeed a waste of time.

Although I noticed something in my heart, Mo Taibai still let it go, took a breath, and calmly put the sword into the scabbard.

Seeing him turn around, An Ran felt relieved in her heart and secretly blinked her left eye playfully at Di Chen'er, as if she was saying goodbye.

Then An Ran threw the long sword in his hand, stopped in the air, and then stepped on it, and Mo Taibai also stepped on it.

The two of them killed one sword.

He had to do the whole show, but Di Chener suddenly smiled when he saw this, "I won't fight anymore?"

An Ran took over the conversation and said coldly:

"I have something important to do now, so I'll spare your life for the time being! Thank you, get out of here!"

Di Chen'er took the Seven Stars and Zhu Tian, ​​holding his head in his hands and said boredly:

"I've been beaten, so I'll leave a name at least? Besides, I'm going to pay back the money for you~"

Mo Taibai snorted lightly, glanced at him with a slanted look, and said coldly:

"I'll give you that bag of money."

"ha?"

Seeing Di Chen'er confused, Mo Taibai ignored him and said to An Ran:

"Junior sister, go quickly."

An Ran nodded, smiled quietly, and then saw the long sword flying away, leaving a trace of sword light still stopped in the rain and did not dissipate for a long time.

"Hey, what do you mean!" Di Chen'er shouted.

The rain sound suppressed everything, and shrugged helplessly. He slowly landed towards Ping'an Inn, took out his purse in the middle, and looked carefully.

...

It was really amazing when you look closely. On one side of the purse, there was actually a red silk with the word "Mo" in the lower left corner.

Seeing this, Di Chen'er's mouth twitched...

At Luo and Ping'an Inn, Di Chen'er was slapping the rain on her body. The guy rushed over with a bowl of ginger soup and delivered it to her, worriedly saying:

"Keep, are you okay? The world is getting worse and you have everyone, but you don't thank you..."

"Stop talking..." Di Chen'er interrupted him directly, took the ginger soup, drank it all, then took out the corresponding money and gave it to the servant, and then hurried upstairs as if he was avoiding suspicion.

Her whole body was soaked, her clothes became heavy, and the rustic rainwater smelled even worse. A cool breeze blew from the corridor somewhere. Di Chen'er sneezes, her cheeks turned red, like charcoal fire burning.

He didn't care about this, but instead thought about the competition just now. The man's swordsmanship was very strong and he could indeed be regarded as a strong enemy. However, although the man's eyes were cold, he had a faint sense of uncontestedness.

Di Chen'er has not fought with Qi Wudan, a genius sword immortal of the Tianjian Immortal Sect. However, since his birth in Xuanyuan Tomb, the person he just now is indeed the strongest among all the disciples of the Tianjian Immortal Sect who have been in contact with, and Di Chen'er could realize that the strength that guy just showed was not the limit.

Because as Di Chener used his performance faster and faster, the guy could also keep up quickly without falling behind at all.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked forward to meeting him next time, and secretly decided in his heart: he will definitely decide the winner next time.

After pushing open the door, Di Chen'er swept his thoughtful face and saw that the matchmaker was always holding an oil-paper umbrella and drinking tea calmly. He angrily threw his wallet directly on the table and complained:

"I never expected that the matchmaker's hands were not clean."

The matchmaker under the paper umbrella smiled quietly and then pretended to be cold and said:

"That man is the ninth sword immortal of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect. His sword path is natural, his sword edge is sharp and decisive, and he does not like to be contaminated with vulgarity in the world. Moreover, because the sword technique is hot and the sword moves are often accompanied by flames, so all the monks in the world call him "Burning Sword, Mo Taibai."

Di Chen'er said 'smacking', "The matchmaker is very cunning. I told you about money, but you just transferred it to him."

The matchmaker said calmly:

"Cunning is nature, whatever you say."

Di Chen'er had no choice but to do anything to her. She let out a long sigh, sat down and said carelessly:

"I have never seen matchmaker praise you, but he Mo Taibai has become a great sword saint in your mouth. If I hadn't given him a few points just now, he would have lost a lot~"

The words were very jealous, and the matchmaker under the oil-paper umbrella laughed even more from the heart, but her smile was always hidden and never showed it to Di Chen'er.

After a while, the matchmaker stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark rainy night, and said coldly:

"Chen'er, he is incomparable to you."

There was a little more tenderness in his words, which made Di Chener's heart warm, several times warmer than the ginger soup that he had just eaten.

He jumped up instantly and laughed with shamelessness:

"Yes, right? I think so, he is too weak~"

The matchmaker looked at him sideways and smiled knowingly when he saw him so happy.

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The rain was very heavy and the area was very wide. It seemed that the whole Zhou Dynasty was wandering with this sad and depressing autumn rain.

In the mountains, between cities, in the countryside, on the lake.

The autumn rain drifts, washing the whole world.

Dunqiu, this area of ​​Yudi, which was not abundant in spiritual energy, dyed the water scarlet blood on this rainy night.

There are corpses everywhere, and dead bodies and white bones are everywhere on the road.

There is a lake in Dunqiu, and it is called Mingyue Lake in the village and countryside.

It is rumored that in this lake, every Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full on August 15th, six bright moons will be reflected on the lake. The bright moon is real and has no illusory waves on the water.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival night, the moon in the sky will no longer compete with the moon in the water.

But rumors are just rumors. Few people will see such scenes, and gradually become legends.

At this time, the lake water was dyed with blood. The autumn rain caused countless ripples and splashed countless water splashes. There were weeping willows surrounded by the lake, and the weeping willows in autumn were decadent and had no tender leaves.

And on this rainy night when no one wants to go out, a fat man was sitting quietly on the branch that was spread out, bent his head.

He did not hold an umbrella, but had a shield that was radiating luster, hovering above his head, covering the cold rain.

His eyes were very small, narrowed into a slit, as if he had never opened his eyes.

He quietly looked at the rippling lake, as if listening to the sound of rain.
To be continued...