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The setting sun has added a layer of frost to this indifferent world.

This world seems to have passed past autumn and gone directly to winter, but it is still early autumn, and it is still too far away from the season when everything returns.

The rain gradually subsided, and the wind was fierce, but it was even stronger.

The howling wind blew the curtain in front of the car, so that it could not be attached to the other side of the car for a moment.

Su Shijun saw a person in front of him through such an undisguised car curtain.

This man stood in the setting sun, and his shadow was dragged long, spreading far away, slowly turning into illusion.

The wind was howling, and the puddles on the ground were rippling. The black leather boots stepped on the puddle, splashing a little cold rain in the puddle.

His black clothes had been dyed yellow by the cold rain, and he was standing in the yellow sunset, surrounded by a desolate world glowing yellow.

In his hand he held a knife tightly in his hand, which was wrapped in a wooden scabbard, and a black spike of the knife was wrapped around the hilt, swaying in the breeze.

"Click......."

The sound of horses' hooves was already behind him.

As if he had not heard the sound of the horses' hooves, he continued along the waterlogged road, and he walked very slowly, but he never stopped, and he did not need to stop.

When the carriage came to the front, it slowed down slowly, and the groom knew his mind very well, so that he could see the walking man clearly.

The man was dressed in an ordinary black military robe, his hair was messy, he was haphazardly tied behind his head with a hemp rope, and the leather boots on his feet were covered with yellow dirt.

The most striking thing is his eyes, his eyes are full of decadence, isn't this kind of decadence just the foil, this indifferent world!

"He may be in need of a pot of wine to make him happy, just like me." I thought to myself.

Su Shijun's hand fumbled under the box board for a while, then took out a pot of wine from it, threw the wine jug out of the window, and said with a smile: "Please drink." ”

Before the flask had fallen, the whip in the coachman's hand had been whipped on the horse's buttocks, and the painful steed drove the carriage and galloped away with its hooves, gradually disappearing from the young man's eyes.

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The inn in the small town is not big, but it is not small, and the four-storey inn is full of horse-drawn carriages in front of it, and it is also full of travelers who are blocked by the wind and rain.

Su Shijun picked up the box and slowly walked towards the door.

At this time, the sky was about to darken, and on the flagpole erected high in front of the inn, four large lanterns had been raised high, and the dim light illuminated from the inside, reflecting four big black characters - Yunyu Inn.

Su Shijun saw a beggar outside for the first time, he was wearing shabby clothes, and his clothes were full of various colors, and he didn't know how many patches he had patched.

The beggar sat under the eaves of the inn, gulping down his wine, and when he was excited, he would open his shirt and expose his thin chest to the cold wind and rain, as if he were not afraid of the cold.

Su Shijun looked at him, but felt even colder.

On his thin body, he only wore a cyan coat, although he didn't wear much, but compared to this beggar-like old man, it was still a lot.

A jug was whirling on the ground, and the beggar who was drinking was already asleep, and his body was crooked on the doorpost, and the jug rolled down the steps of his feet from his open palm, just in his way.

Su Shijun picked up the wine bottle on the ground, shook it slightly, there was still wine in it, and gently put the wine bottle next to the beggar, and when he was about to walk away, who expected that the beggar, who was asleep, and even played a foolish beggar, suddenly opened his eyes, glared at him angrily and said, "Get out, you get out of me." ”

Faced with the beggar's crazy behavior, Su Xijun shook his head helplessly, even if he didn't like it in his heart, he wouldn't quarrel with a beggar.

He lifted his foot and walked past the beggar, his cloth shoes on the green bricks, his footsteps barely making any sound, and he gently pushed open the low door, but there was almost no sound.

Lifting the curtain of bamboo, he walked into the dining room.

The dining room of the inn was full of people, and the most eye-catching thing was, of course, the storyteller on the stage.

At this time, Mr. Storyteller was saying: "The true martial arts is inherited from the true martial arts demon emperor, standing on Qingzhou for thousands of years, and there are countless disciples walking in the rivers and lakes every year, which is really the backbone of Qingzhou's righteous path.

True martial arts have been inherited for thousands of years and are still the great martial arts sects in the world, but they have been a little depressed recently.

If you live here, you should know that the True Martial Demon Emperor has killed demons and demons all his life, and the True Martial Arts has also inherited the spirit of the True Martial Demon Emperor.

But just as the tide rises and falls, the rising sun will surely sink and fall, and now the true martial arts are weak, and the demons are also rising.

More than 100 miles to the south of this place, there is a valley that is bright and looks out, and there are already demons gathered there. ”

"Ahem."

The storyteller coughed and said with a grin: "It's getting late, if you want to listen, come back tomorrow." ”

As soon as the words fell, he got up, picked up the flask on the table, shook the folding fan, and walked upstairs.

Everyone is listening to the surging heart, wanting to hear the following, but now he doesn't talk about it, and he greatly hangs other people's appetites, which is really scratching people's ears and cheeks, and their hearts are itching.

But the storyteller had left, and everyone had to order some food and drinks, and have a few drinks with their friends.

As soon as Su Shijun entered the house, a junior came up and led him to an empty seat to sit down, and he ordered a few side dishes at random.

If you go to the inn to eat, as long as you order wine, the first thing to serve must be wine.

Su Shijun likes to drink, and he can taste a lot of wine from a jar, so he also likes to go to a place and drink local wine.

As soon as Xiao Er left the tea time, he came over with a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts.

Su Shijun took a sip of wine and ate a peanut.

……

The curtain made of bamboo strips was once again swept up by the wind, making a "whoosh, whoa" sound.

A figure, like a piece of paper, was blown into the house by the wind and fell lightly to the ground.

The wind blew, and the bamboo curtain hung down again, covering the doorway.

Strangely, he was standing in the dark, and there was no light around him, but everyone could see him clearly.

Because this man was dressed in a white shirt, with white boots on his feet, two white headbands hanging down to his ears, and a white folding fan in his hand, which was not opened.

This person looks to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he is in his prime, and his eyebrows are high, like two sharp swords across his eyes, which makes people can't help but admire a good pair of sword eyebrows.

Thin lips, the corners of the lips tightly pursed into a slit, like a slightly diagonal upward blade, straight as a mountain, he looked thin, but also more handsome.

This face is very reminiscent of the characters in the play, and it seems that every decent character can be substituted into this face.

It's a perfect face, and certainly a handsome face, like a poppy, with enough attractive charm.

Lin Xinzong's eyes swept through the hall and saw Su Shijun sitting in the corner.

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