The rain is getting colder and colder, and the wind and moon are blowing harder. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rain is getting colder and colder, and the wind and moon are blowing harder.

A horse-drawn carriage came from the main side of the road in the wind and rain, and the fast-rolling wheels splashed the cold rain on the ground, and also brought up the yellow mud on the ground, and wet the compartments on both sides.

Su Shijun yawned, crossed his legs straight, and slowly leaned on the carriage behind him, his eyes looking ahead, looking out of the door through the wind-swept curtain.

A box about five feet long, seven inches wide, and half a foot high, half covered by a leather case, lay flat beside him.

The black holster on the outside of the box has been soaked by the cold rain that has been blown in, deep and shallow, like scabies on the body of a soil dog, it looks so ugly that people don't want to see it again.

And his hand kept caressing the edge between the holster and the box, and his eyes were full of cherishment, as if it was loaded with the most precious treasure in the world.

"Whew."

The chirping sound sounded like a night cry, and it sounded like a heart-rending howl of a terrible ghost, which was so unpleasant that people couldn't cover their ears when they drank it.

Su Shijun heard the voice, followed the direction from which the voice came, and looked up.

"What a terrible scream. ：

A crow drenched in the cold rain, standing on the branch of an ancient tree, shivering in the cold rain and wind, the feathers on its body have been attached to the skin, and after calling again, the jackdaw who can't help but bury the bird's head under the belly again, only there may be a trace of warmth.

"What a poor jackdaw!" He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The lonely jackdaw, standing alone on an ancient tree in the distance, and the other ancient trees are still flourishing, with green leaves like shade, like a canopy, covering the tree.

But this ancient tree has long since died, and there are still a few branches left in a crooked trunk, and the jackdaw is lying on the highest branch of it, alone.

Doesn't the jackdaw know that the dense green shade is like a natural umbrella, which is the place that nature has given it to shelter on rainy days?

The jackdaw's wisdom is not low, and he knows how to throw stones and drink water, how can he not understand this simple truth that all animals will understand.

It's just that the jackdaw itself may know that it is an ominous bird, and where it inhabits, there will be death.

The jackdaw, which does not want to harm people, can only perch alone on a dead tree that has been dead for many years, perhaps lying on it alone, like the rainy days in the past, bearing the desolation between heaven and earth, and bearing the loneliness that heaven and earth give it.

"How much this is like me now." Su Shijun sighed secretly in his heart.

Su Shijun has always hated loneliness, but he has been living with loneliness for many years, not because he doesn't want to get rid of loneliness, but because he can't get rid of loneliness.

Life is full of contradictions, and no one can do anything about it.

Su Shijun sighed again, lowered his head, and saw his hands for the first time, the fingers of those hands were slender and powerful, and they were as white as snow.

His gaze did not stay for half a minute, and he turned directly to the black box in his hand, his palm was still rubbing, but his gaze was already full of tenderness, and his palm gently stroked the box, like a lover's hand, soft and full of love.

The true qi in his body naturally flowed along the meridians, flowing from his palm to the box, and the carved patterns on it emitted a dark gray light, circulating on the top of the box, and finally forming two characters that resembled seal characters.

The dark gray seal character circulates endlessly in the box word, and when the light is swept away, the box word emits a crisp "Zheng Zheng" sound.

Listening to this voice, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, slightly upturned, and he became happy.

"Zheng"

The sound inside the box sounded a little dull.

He became unhappy again, let out a long sigh, and muttered, "In that case, you should wait a while, and it will be soon." ”

I just don't know what's fast.

In the corner of the carriage, there was a box, and he stretched out one hand and groped under the box, took out a flask, uncorked it with one hand, and poured it into his mouth.

He gulped down the wine, apparently more than he had drunk, and it overflowed from his mouth, down his cheeks and down his neck, and down his neck to his shirt.

Blown by the cold wind and soaked by the cold rain, his already pale face was even paler than snow.

The wine evaporates in the stomach and burns in the stomach like a raging fire.

Burned by the fire, a faint blush appeared on his body, a sickly red.

"Ahem."

He coughed loudly suddenly, the wine spurted out of his mouth, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, still coughing, the wine squeezed out of his fingers, ran down his palm to his arm, and dripped onto the box.

The burning fire in his chest was stopped, and the red of his body seemed to burn, just like the fire in hell, using his body as dry wood and his soul as fire, burning fiercely.

The flask soon emptied, and the last sip of wine spilled on the box, and there was a "zheng" sound from it again, as if to praise him: "Good wine." ”

Of course, it is a pot of good wine, although this pot of wine is only a pot of eighteen-year-old women's red, but this pot of wine is a real woman's red, which was given to him by an old man who had just married a girl.

The old man's daughter is eighteen years old this year, and the longest buried jar of wine is the pot of daughter red in his hand.

In this pot of wine, some of them are just the emotions of the old man when he became a father for the first time, and he was happy when he was happy.

The smell of wine turned back, and the flame entered his mind.

He couldn't help but smile slightly, and his heart had become happy.

"When it comes to rivers and lakes, it is rivers and lakes. Jianghu affairs, Jianghu said. ”

In an inn, a storyteller wearing a white scholar's robe and a scarf shook the folding fan in his hand and said:

"Songyang City is located in the north of Qingzhou, if you talk about the things in the rivers and lakes, then I have to talk about this Qingzhou first."

The world is based on Kyushu, Qingzhou is one of them, Songyang City is in the boundary of Qingzhou, and people naturally like to listen to things that may happen around them.

Who likes things that can't be seen or touched?

He closed the folding fan in his hand with a "sigh", slapped it on the palm of his hand, and said: "When it comes to today, there are many martial arts sects and many sects, but when it comes to those who can hold martial arts bull ears, the land of Qingzhou is only true martial arts." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, revealing an elusive appearance, and said in a squeaky voice: "Ahem......

But he refused to go on.

"Hurry up!"

"What are you rubbing?"

"Hurry, hurry, I still have to listen."

The spectators below cheered and clamored for him to continue.

"Little Er, bring a pot of good wine to Mr. and count it in the next account."

At this time, someone suddenly spoke up, obviously seeing through the storyteller's thoughts.

"Okay."

The wine was quickly placed on the storyteller's table, and when he saw the wine, the storyteller immediately stopped squeaking and his cough improved.

At this time, even the stupid people understood his thoughts, and if he didn't talk about it, he was obviously hungry for wine, waiting for everyone to invite him to drink.

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