[One]

This year's snow came very early and urgently, and it was only one night, and Luoyang City was covered with a layer of snow white, as if it was about to erase the same white from this world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The winter wind roared and made the snowflakes swirl in the air for a long time before falling.

A white shadow galloped by, it was a horse whiter than snow, and immediately it was a man wrapped in a fox fur and holding a sword, with a fox tail around the collar and a coat, holding the sword in his left hand and holding the sword in front of his chest with his right hand, and not holding the reins, only letting his legs clamp the horse's belly.

The man's eyes were deep but sharp, and he looked at the majestic city not far ahead, and his face was as flat as the water that had melted into the snow.

He shouted softly, "Drive!" The horse ran more happily and faster than before, and at the moment he crossed the gate, the snowflakes he brought up with him came into the city, and rolled up with the snow in the city, whirling and whirling, until he could not see his shadow, and then fell.

[II]

Upstairs in Shuying, he was drinking, he was drinking wine with a bowl in his right hand. Because his left hand still held the sword, the blade of the sword was close to his forearm, leaning against his chest, maintaining that half-hugging posture.

He drank the same wine in a large bowl with green edges, and he swallowed it every time he poured it, and he barely changed except for a slight flash of infrared on his snow-white face as he drank.

The posture is still so monotonous, the expression is still so cold, and even the eyes are still so deep and sharp.

Suddenly, his gaze jumped, a smile appeared on his lips, and he put down the bowl full of wine in his hand, closed his eyes and listened—to the sound that made him laugh.

It was the sound of the flute, the mournful sound of the flute, just like the pathetic sound of the flute he knew she blows.

At that time, he was going to kill her, even after listening to her mournful voice. Only the way he killed was different - he drew his sword and killed her. Because her flute voice is pathetic, and her sword is as pathetic as her flute sound, he said, "You deserve to let me play the sword!" ”

Then, there is no then. He killed the pathetic her, but he promised to help her do one thing before killing her, and it was because of this incident that he came thousands of miles to this Luoyang City. She asked him to help her kill someone, the head of the first martial arts family in Luoyang City-Dongfang Yibai.

[Three]

On a snowy day, you can only see the vast skylight, and when you first arrive in Shen, the sky is already a little gray.

At some point, the sound of the flute stopped, he opened his eyes that had been staring for a long time, drank the bowl of wine he had put back on the table, and finally, slightly drunk.

He got up and went downstairs, stepping on the wooden staircase, giving only the slightest touch he could feel, no! The horse could also feel it, and it kept snorting and stepping on its hooves as he went downstairs.

He went downstairs, he approached the horse, he twisted the white plum that bloomed in front of the stairs with a fragrant fragrance, grabbed a hand of white petals and sent it to the horse's mouth, this horse is a flower-eater, eat the pear blossom in the warm spring, eat the lotus in the hot summer, eat the peony in the autumn, eat the plum in the winter, and only eat the flowers in his hand.

The horse was chewing on the white plum, and he led the reins of the horse towards the east end of the long street, and at the east end of this street was the Oriental family where Dongfang Yibai lived.

There was no sunset shining on the shadow of the man and the horse, only a string of horseshoe prints and boot prints fading away towards the east end of the street.

…… The snow is still drifting, as if to hide the imprint they have left on earth......

He led the horse and stood in front of the Dongfang family's mansion. In this way, he just stood, and was not ready to go in, and stood for a long time, and suddenly he laughed again, because he heard the mournful sound of the flute that made him laugh just now.

He closed his eyes and listened, just standing stiff and listening, letting the snowflakes fall on him, letting the wind ruffle his long hair.

He let go of the reins of his horse to listen, he clutched his sword to listen, he laughed and listened, and listened to the more and more mournful sound of the flute getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, it was quiet, but it was not quiet, it was quiet because the sound of the flute stopped, and it was not quiet because the sound of the door opening sounded.

He couldn't hear the sound of the flute, so he held the sword in his left hand and hugged it tighter; He couldn't hear the sound of the flute, so he stopped laughing, and his expression was cold; He couldn't hear the sound of the flute, so he opened his eyes, which were full of depth and sharpness.

He opened his eyes and saw a man, a man as white as heaven and earth and snow—a white man in the east. His hair is white, his eyebrows are white, his eyes are white, his face is white, his beard is white, his garments are white, his hands are white, and even the sword in his hand is white.

"You're whiter than me." He said.

"Your flute is better than hers." He said again.

"You were the one she asked me to kill you." He continued.

"You've killed her." Dongfang Yibai said.

"You killed her, so she asked you to kill me." Dongfang Yibai said again.

"You can't kill me, because she wants me to kill you!" Dongfang Yibai finally said.

Before the words fell, a white light jumped out of Dongfang Yibai's hand, which was his sword as white as his.

Together with his sword, he turned into a ray of light and stabbed at him who had killed her, and Dongfang Yibai was going to kill him.

But as soon as his light jumped up, it suddenly dimmed, as if it had been obliterated by the darkness of the sky. Because he moved with his sword, he pulled out his sword, so this light of Dongfang Yibai was annihilated, and he was annihilated.

Dongfang Yibai didn't cast that light after all, he stood stiffly, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Before he could withdraw his sword, he blew lightly on the blade, and a drop of blood hung down from the tip of the sword, splashing in the snow in front of him, and a red plum blossomed. At the same time, Dongfang Yibai's neck also sprayed thin, spilling a ground of blood, and painting an incomparably red and gorgeous plum picture.

The blood stained Dongfang Bai red, and he was finally not so white.

"Now, I'm whiter than you."

【IV】

He blew away the blood, withdrew his sword, got on his horse, clamped his belly and let the horse gallop to Luoyang City.

He is still wrapped in a fox fur and holding a sword, he is still deep and sharp, he is still as plain as water, he is still a horse and snow.

Everything was the same, except that his sword was stained with another drop of blood, and he blew it away.

He is Simon blowing snow, and he is not blowing snow, but blood.

【Wu】

He was Simon blowing snow, and he blew snow and went away.

This year, the snow that came early and urgently, but with the warm sun that came a few days later, it turned into water, and the snow washed away the blood and Meitu in front of the gate of Dongfang Mansion when it was still snowing that day.

It never seemed to leave a trace.

- Sincerely, the classic character of martial arts master Gu Long's novel, Ximen Blowing Snow!