At that time, Chu Li was sitting on the roof, his body was a little cold from the wind and sand at night, and a pot of hot wine could not be better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He lowered his head and saw the young man's slightly upturned face, which was already in the night, but it was extremely bright and compelling. He suddenly said lightly: "Spirits hurt your body." "It's also messing with people's senses.

The young man chuckled to himself, and even made a light effort, jumped onto the roof, and stopped two or three paces away from him. As soon as the two of them sat and stood, their clothes blown up by the wind and sand of the northwest, the young man threw a pot of liquor from the air to him with one hand.

"You rarely drink." Cen Kexuan glanced at him strangely and said. Chu Li has always been extremely restrained, or he must be restrained, always sober and cautious, he didn't expect to be able to drink all night. However, in the next second, she was a little envious, and the two chivalrous guests met at the post station, turned over and dismounted, drank spirits and talked to the moon.

Full moon, windy sand, thin horses. How desolate and desolate.

"And then you talked about the battle at Sword Gate Pass?" She thought of this as a matter of course.

"It's not." Chu Li said lightly: "At that time, people from all walks of life in the Central Plains were on the way to it, and I was in the desert at the time, and I temporarily received a message from the flying pigeon, and I went south to investigate on the order of the palace master. He paused for a moment and said: "Actually, many people were not optimistic about that big battle back then, and the people of Xiliang Pavilion were proficient in all kinds of strange and mysterious techniques, and for the Central Plains martial arts, they couldn't prevent it at all. ”

Cen Kexuan recalled what Dou Lan said, knowing that this battle was difficult, he nodded unconsciously, and asked: "Bai Moyin at that time did not become famous in the first battle, how can you talk about him?" ”

"Yujing Villa is already very important in the rivers and lakes, and it is not surprising that as the second son of the Bai family, it has become a topic. It is rumored that Bai Liancheng is very partial to him, and obviously has the intention of cultivating him, and everyone on the rivers and lakes regards him as the next owner of Yujing Villa, so they will naturally pay more attention. Probably reluctant to be repeatedly questioned by Cen Kexuan, that day, Chu Li briefly described the situation in his memory.

In fact, at first, he and the boy did not speak, but sat on the roof, drinking wine one by one. As the night wore on, the man was a little drunk, and finally said his first words: "The wind at the Sword Gate Pass must be so cold." ”

Chu Li glanced up at him, and saw that he was looking at the leaves blown away by the wind, his eyes were as cool as water, so he didn't say a word, and continued to drink the wine by himself, only hearing the cooing sound of the wine entering his throat, and the occasional sound of the horses tied under the tree, but it was even more lonely. He could probably guess that the boy had something in his heart, but he wasn't good at talking to people or comforting people, and besides, they weren't very good friends, but there was really no need to talk too much about meeting and drinking together.

But the boy struck out suddenly, and with great skill, he snatched the flask from his hand as if he were flying, lifted it high, raised his head, tilted it slightly, and the wine fell into his mouth like a spring of clear water down the spout. After finishing, he wiped the wine on his chin with his sleeve, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?" ”

Chu Li was not annoyed, just looked at him, and said lightly: "When I was young, I heard people say that if you have experienced enough changes in the world and read countless people in your life, you can gradually learn how to see the essence of a person from his eyes, and even speculate about his past and future. The so-called fortune teller, although he is proficient in the art of numerology and knows astronomy and geography, is usually impatient with his ability to read people and colors. The so-called prophecy is seven points counted, and three points are guessed. ”

The boy suddenly said, "What did you guess about me?" “

Chu Li replied lightly: "I just don't like to bet with people casually. ”

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a very boring person?" The young man suddenly feigned disappointment and said. Chu Li was silent for a while, and then he raised his head and looked into his eyes, and slowly said a word, his voice was very soft, blowing through the young man's ears like the wind, but it made the young man freeze completely.

"Who are you worried about?" He said.

The young man's stunned expression lasted only a short time before turning into a relieved smile.

"War." The boy said, "I'm worried about the war, I'm worried about the people of the world. "Martial arts is just a microcosm of the world's struggle for hegemony, once the people of the Western Regions break through the Central Plains martial arts and occupy various places to develop their own forces, the good days of the people of the world and even the imperial court will come to an end. He looked at the full moon faintly, as if with a thick desolation, but when he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled again: "Within ten days, the Central Plains martial arts fellow will compete with Xiliang Pavilion at Jianmen Pass." Guess who will win? If you're right, I'll give you one thing. ”

What if you guess wrong?

The boy knew what was in his mind, and continued: "If you don't guess correctly, you will allow me one thing." How is it? ”

Chu Li was ordered by the palace master to go south and north a few years ago, and knew the suspicion between the various forces in the Central Plains martial arts, and he was eager to fight each other. To be honest, the people of all sides in Middle-earth are not aligned, and the opponents in the Western Regions are very strong, it is difficult for him to believe that the people from the Central Plains who gathered in a hurry this time can achieve much success. Therefore, he believed that this battle must be more and less fierce.

However, it turned out that he lost. He didn't guess that Bai Moyin's appearance would turn things around.

Speaking of which, in the war five years ago, there were many hidden secrets, but few people knew about it. The world has passed down that it is the first in the world in the martial arts of Mo Yin, the son of Yujing Villa, who bravely fought against the lord of Xiliang Pavilion, Lu Zhanming, and made great contributions to the victory of Xiliang Pavilion. Although this is indeed true, the twists and turns of the process are far from being as simple as they seem, involving the entire Central Plains Martial Arts and the first sect of the Western Regions, and the forces involved are even more intertwined. The Central Plains martial arts have their own ghosts, and there are countless factors that can influence this struggle. And the young man Chu Li met at that time was a figure who was crucial in the events of the time, but no one knew about it.

"Have you heard of the second son of the Zuo Quan Bai family?" When Chu Li explained the unfavorable situation of this decisive battle, the young man suddenly asked him such a question.

"Mo Yin's son is talented and intelligent, and naturally everyone knows it." Chu Li's gaze showed a hint of pity, "However, how can one person change the overall situation?" Besides...... "Besides, Bai Moyin back then, after all, was just a sixteen-year-old boy, and there was a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in the martial arts, so he was not alone?"

"Yes......" The young man looked at the sky and muttered to himself with a sigh: "How can you change the overall situation with the power of one person." Why didn't he understand...... "The dark and vast night sky fell into his eyes, deep and bottomless, as if through those eyes, he could see the unknown distant future across time and space, and the expression on his face was sad that did not match his age.

There was silence between the two of them once more, except for the wind and sand howling by, ruffling their hair. The young man's eyes always looked into the distance, it was towards the west, in the direction of the Sword Gate, or even beyond.

"That young man must be a person who is very familiar with Mo Yin's son, so he is so worried about him." Cen Kexuan asked, "Do you know who he is?" Chu Li looked far away and said: "That young man should have a deep relationship with the second son of the Bai family, and his martial arts are not simple, but I still don't know where he came from. ”

"It's not easy, he's probably a person from Yujing Villa." asked Chu Li if he knew who his surname was and what his appearance characteristics were, but Chu Li only said that when he left, he heard the little guy leading the horse call him Yang Shaoxia. As everyone knows, there is no outstanding character in Yujing Villa who is a young knight surnamed Yang, so the discussion about the identity of this young man has been fruitless after all.

Cen Kexuan was inevitably a little disappointed, and remembered the gambling contract mentioned by Chu Li, so he asked, "Then what did you allow him?" Chu Li didn't say any more, and in the face of Cen Kexuan's repeated questions, Chu Li still shook his head and said no more. Recalling that this is a temporary termination, what Chu Li promised, she has not found out one or two of them so far, and after thinking about it, it is probably Chu Li's private matter, so she has to give up.

However, the two of them have clearly talked about Yujing Villa, but there is no young knight surnamed Yang in Yujing Villa, but they don't know that there is only one person surnamed Yang in Fushan, and that is Yang Tianming, the owner of Yangzhou Qinglong Altar. And Yang Tianming's wife and children are no longer alive, but there is only one adopted daughter, who was sixteen at the time, and her name is Yang Keer.