The tent was small but it was warm inside. The oily lantern emits an orange and yellow warm light in the bamboo cage, insulating the wind and snow outside.

Fu Yunge opened the tent and entered, and the smell of stewed meat soup came to his nose. I saw a small pot in the center of the tent on a dead branch, which was full of a pot of broth, and it was still steaming.

The fragrance is very strong, hot and baked, as if the felt skin of the tent has also been smoked.

Fu Yunge sat down with the wolf dust and smoke, listening to the sound of snow flakes smashing the tent outside, which was also very interesting.

Wolf Dust Smoke silently found two bowls and threw one of them in front of Fu Yunge.

"Eat. He said, hanging his head.

Fu Yunge looked at the mysterious swordsman in front of him with a sideways face, although it was a little weird, but compared to the heroic deeds, he felt that the wolf dust and smoke had the taste of a swordsman. He has lived alone in this vast snowy desert for many years, and he really doesn't know how to bear it.

Wolf Chenyan didn't care that Fu Yunge was spying on him, he just scooped a bowl of broth by himself, and slowly drank it with hot air.

His hair was stained with many ice crystals, but after the heat evaporates, all of them melted into crystal droplets of water, which hung down on the ends of his hair.

The sound of "grunting" rolled in the throat of the wolf dust, and Fu Yunge also felt hungry in his stomach when he listened to it. He then devoured it and unceremoniously drank two large bowls of broth, so that he was full of food and drink, and his body was warmly warm.

He stretched his waist as if he had risen from the snow, and his body was full of energy.

The wolf dust smoke had already been eaten, and he was watching his movements. Seeing that he was also full, Fang Cai asked in a low voice, "You, what's the matter with me?"

Fu Yunge was slightly stunned, and then remembered that he still had important things to do. He suddenly thought that the letter was still in the snow outside, so he hurriedly jumped up, opened the tent and went out to look for it.

Wolf Chenyan watched him go out, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and it seemed very complicated.

Not long after, Fu Yunge walked back with a head full of snow chips, and in his hand was the letter from the jade knife Zhai.

He sat down and handed the letter in his hand to Wolf Chenyan: "That's right, you can read this letter." ”

Wolf Chenyan took it hesitantly, and opened the envelope a little rustily. After unfolding it, seeing that there was a long content inside, he immediately threw the letter to Fu Yunge: "You read it to me." ”

Fu Yunge was a little funny, but then he thought that after living in this uninhabited place for so many years, it was inevitable that he would forget the words. So he unfolded the letter and read it to Wolf Dust Smoke word by word.

The wind outside did not stop, and the felt skin shook slightly. The oil lamp shook the figures of the two, and the flames under the small pot tended to be extinguished.

After a while, Fu Yunge finished reading the letter.

When Wolf Chenyan heard the death of Xia Xing just now, a crack appeared in his indifferent expression. It wasn't until Fu Yunge finished reading that he slowly returned to his original facial paralysis demeanor.

“...... That's it. Fu Yunge raised his head from between the letters and looked at the wolf dust, not knowing what he thought.

Wolf Chenyan didn't answer, his eyes kept staring directly at the remaining soup at the bottom of the pot. Seeing that he was silent, Fu Yunge turned his eyes over to look at him.

Wolf dust muttered something difficult to understand between his mouths, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito. Fu Yunge couldn't hear it at all, so he wanted to try to get closer.

Seeing that he was about to approach, Wolf Dust immediately came back to his senses and kept a certain distance from him.

"This ...... Got it. After a while, he finally broke the silence and whispered.

His rough hand rubbed the broken knife around his waist, as silent as death. The wind and snow outside the felt skin gradually became more and more intense, and the ears of both of them seemed to rumble like drums.

"There's no ...... again," Wolf Dust said slowly, his voice as dull as dead wood, "No, only I can remember them." ”

When Fu Yunge heard him say this, he also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Tianjiang Five Knives, ending up like this, ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

The wolf dust and smoke were still sighing to themselves, and Fu Yunge sat silently on the side, not saying a word.

"You know what...... Tianjiang Five Swords?" Suddenly, like a child, Wolf Dust Yan looked at Fu Yunge with hazy eyes and asked.

Fu Yunge was a little surprised by the question of wolf dust. However, looking at his earnest eyes, I had no choice but to introduce the bamboo tube pouring beans that I had heard from Dongfang Shiming and Su Beizhi in my impression, and said:

"Well, you are the five masters of the 'Heavenly Dictionary Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion' back then, unfathomable......" he said while thinking, "You are, Crazy Knife Yichen Heroic Deeds, You Desert Wolf Knife Wolf Dust Smoke, and ......"

The other impressions were a little blurry at this time, he seemed to remember what sword emperor there was, what demon sword, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

Wolf Dust looked at him embarrassed and waited for a moment. And seeing that he really didn't seem to think of anything else, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Enough. He said quietly.

Fu Yunge looked at him with some apology in his eyes. I don't know what Wolf Dust wants to do, I hope it won't increase the difficulty.

Wolf Dust Gu sighed for a while, his gaze always wandering on the letter and Fu Yunge's face.

Fu Yunge didn't dare to breathe, and watched Wolf Chenyan's every move quite nervously.

The two sat silently opposite each other, only the flipped dilapidated tent curtains swept in a few wisps of cold wind from time to time.

After being silent for a long time, Fu Yunge felt that his legs were numb from sitting down, and his waist was sore. He glanced at the wolf dust from time to time, and the atmosphere between the two of them was stiff and mysterious.