Long Kui entered the cellar of Daoming Temple, found that it was empty, and went to the Tangton Manor that Aihua said to check, and found that there was not even a ghost, Long Kui only now found that the entire Gusu City had become an empty city with no people and no ghosts, and in desperation, he had to go to Luzhou to investigate the killer organization. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Snow blankets the entire mountain, as if the mountain was carved out of ice, crystal clear and cold.

Occasionally, the snow protrudes from the snow, and the ancient pine and cedar trees are reflected in the endless world, like mushrooms in full bloom, which is a magnificent sight.

At the beginning of tomorrow, the light light is sprinkled, and the scene is covered with a layer of light green, just like a watercolor painting washed through the morning mist, revealing a quiet and tranquil atmosphere.

The moon is silent, the snow is silent, the pine is silent, and the people are silent.

In the distance, a group of figures gradually approached, and as soon as they stepped on the snow, they left a two-inch-deep footprint, stretching into the distance.

No one knew where Long Kui came from and where he wanted to go.

A dark brown white-washed cloak with a few patches sewn on him was draped diagonally, and the full beard and the lonely breath of wandering the world were forced over with heavy footsteps.

Turning over another hill, there were already many trees, and the man turned to the left to look at a hut made of a few pieces of wood hidden in the mountainside.

The man sighed softly and walked into the hut, where there was no one.

Lighting the small fire ditch by the wall, there was a hint of warmth, and the man took off his cloak, revealing a slender and even body.

Roasting cold hands, empty eyes staring at the sparks, everything has calmed down again.

Eight years, I'm afraid it's been like this.

He took out a mirror that seemed to be made of crystal, and hung it behind the stove, and his image was reflected in the mirror.

In addition to his beard, he also has a pair of eyes as bright as stars and a high nose. If he shaves off, it must be excellent.

The left hand kept touching the beard, from the left side of the face to the right side of the face, from the right face to the left side of the face, I don't know how many times I touched it. Suddenly, his right hand shaved like a beard, and he slowly shaved his face without holding a razor.

After looking in the mirror for a long time, and shaving with his right hand slowed down, he gradually regained his previous indifferent expression, put away the mirror, wrapped it in a white mink skin, carefully put back a sturdy wooden box, hid it behind the pyre, and then walked to the right wall, and took out a knife with a finger-wide oblique mouth like a carving knife. Cut another knife into the densely carved wall, and said to himself, "It's been eight years......

He walked to the small wooden kitchen in the corner with a little sentimentality, and took out two bowls, a pair of chopsticks, and two bags of things.

"It's useless...... Noon has passed again. ”

Pondering a little, a pair of even-looking hands clenched slightly, as if deciding on something. Then he lay back on the bed, put on the cloak, and kept his eyes on the water droplets that had melted from the fire in the cracks in the roof. Drop by drop slowly.

For more than eight years, he did this almost every day. From the drops of water, reminisce about the past and look for the future.

In the distance there was a faint cry of a lonely bird, and he had sat up, and another morning had begun.

Rubbing his hands and feet, which were frozen cold, he quickly put on his cloak and hurried down the mountain as if it was time.

At the foot of the mountain is Anmen Village in Luzhou, where the ancient houses are not tall on both sides of the village road, and behind the houses are piles of thatched trees, and the roofs, windows and doors are almost entangled with climbing vines.

There were a few puppies and a big northern man with animal skins on their backs sitting on a stall on the village road.

This is a small leather market.

The young man looked around and found a place to stay, and he sat there like an old monk, his eyes blank. He didn't even glance at the stall less than eight feet away from him.

It didn't take much effort, but the blackened wooden-walled thatched-roof hut behind it opened the yellow-brown thin window on the left, and a handsome little girl with two pigtails was looking out of the window, her eyes falling on the young man.

The young man looked at her sweet face in astonishment, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze. He thought that the owner of this hut had already gone out, so he would sit here, but who knew that there were still people, and he was too embarrassed to sit again, so he hurriedly moved to the left.

"Hey ......"

The little girl didn't mean to drive people away, and when she called out, she suddenly felt very strange to others, so she couldn't swallow it back, and couldn't help but glance at the young man a few more times, smiled mysteriously, and went to open a window again.

The door was opened by a tall and thin man in gray clothes about sixty years old.

At first glance, the young man reflexively looked at the street, and the stall was folded until he reached his door.

"Little brother...... The old man in gray held a white beard, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Hello." ”

The young man also smiled: "Hmm. "It's okay to sit in the front, they all ...... the same"

"Hmm. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi walked out, Miao Xiao's figure and sweet face had her own look. She was also amused by the uneasiness of young people.

The old man smiled lightly, "Okay, but next time you are welcome to sit at our door." ”

This sentence made the young man laugh embarrassedly, "Thank you." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi had already giggled: "Grandpa, we're going to open!" As she spoke, her eyes always looked at the young man.

Not only did the young man look at her a few more times, but even the big northern man in the nearby stall also pointed and laughed.

The old man seemed to have a deep affection for the young man, and in a short time he had brought out a bowl of hot gruel.

"Little brother, I think you may not have eaten breakfast yet, how about you drink this bowl of porridge?"

Young people who are not sociable are not refusal, nor are they accepting, they just support and laugh dryly.

"Drink it, when you go out, everyone is in a dilemma, and a bowl of gruel is not a delicacy of the mountains and seas!"

"Thank you. ”

The young man finally took the bowl of porridge.

He ate very slowly, and every time he took a bite, he thought about the unsatisfactory things in the past, and the eight years of wandering life made him have endless sad things.

After drinking, he wanted to wash the bowl and return it to the family, but he didn't know where the mouth of the well was, so he ran to the stream outside the village to wash it.

The old man thought he was missing, and when he thought something strange, he ran back.

"Thank you, uncle, I have cleaned the dishes. ”

"Oh, this little thing can be done for Xiao Sun......" The old man took the bowl and questioned: "Hey, there seems to be no well in the west, how can you ......?" ”

"At the foot of the mountain?" the old man was surprised: "Are you really at the bottom of the mountain?" ”

"Just a little bit of time?"

It's just a little more time, so I played back and forth, not to mention four miles away, isn't this a Scud?

The young man's surprise at the old man only smiled faintly.

"Okay! I think I only had to run half the distance, but you ran back and forth without breathing, which is really enviable!"

The old man handed the bowl to his granddaughter, and walked out with great interest, he found a good object to lift the bar today: "Dare to ask my brother's surname?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and replied, "Long Kui." ”