Three days later, Lin Ruochen was alone and embarked on the road back to Shengjing City.

Before leaving, he only saw Zheng Qiangjun.

"Remember what you promised me, you will slaughter Ma Zhaoxian with your own hands."

"The time is ......"

"It doesn't have to be now, you just remember your promise. I'm leaving, going back to my own life. Next time, I'll use my own knife to decapitate the heads of those who deserve to die. If we practice martial arts, it is not glorious to kill a strong enemy with a gun. Although I don't regret it, I don't want to continue. ”

Lin Ruochen walked freely and did not say goodbye to any of his comrades in the barracks.

He silently walked into the dark city, his own small courtyard.

In the hall, an old man was sipping tea. On the wall behind him, there is a landscape painting.

Ten thousand cliffs, under the feet is a huge wave, the person seems to stand on the tide, only to see the back. Looking into the distance, it is a picturesque mountain and river!

The lonely crane in the cold river berths at night, and the wind sweeps thousands of people to stand at the head of the tide. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are painted, a wisp of cinnabar and a wisp of sorrow.

Lin Ruochen pushed open the door and looked at this landscape in a daze. The back of the person in the painting seems to be getting clearer and clearer, as if walking out of the mountains and rivers.

For a long time, Lin Ruochen seemed to see the helplessness and confusion in his eyes through his back.

Untie the dragon slashing knife behind his back, step forward slowly, and hang quietly on the side of the landscape map. Turning around and studying the ink carefully, he added a few lines of small characters to the side of the four lines of small print.

Bloodstained thousands of miles are not waiting, and they do not ask for lead and mercury. It's not for Hongchen's affection, but who dares to keep the mountains and rivers?

Stopping the pen, Lin Ruochen looked at it carefully for a long time before putting the pen on the pen holder, turning around, and bowing deeply to the old man.

Yu Shuanglong watched Lin Ruochen write all the twenty-eight words on the landscape, put down the teacup in his hand, and got up to leave.

When he was about to go out, Fang opened his mouth and said: "After the Lantern Festival, the black market gambling battle, you will take the next ten games!" ”

Yu Shuanglong waited here for three days, and he didn't let people go to Lin Ruochen, so he waited. Now it seems that the wait is worth it.

Shengjing City has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, as long as there are such people alive, even if you come, there will only be another failure!

Yu Shuanglong's heart suddenly became cheerful.

Lin Ruochen got up and closed the door. At least before the Festival of Lights, he wasn't ready to set foot in this room again.

In some places, where souls are sacrificed, it will give people a belief that they will move forward bravely and be invincible!

The days flew by. When the streets and alleys began to have the sound of firecrackers from time to time, thrown out of the hands of children, the Spring Festival has really arrived.

This is the most festive Spring Festival in the dark city.

Three days in advance, all factories and enterprises will have a holiday. At this time, you know how terrifying it is for a population of 800,000 to be concentrated on thirteen streets!

Red lanterns, mellow wine. Here, for the first time, it was like a peaceful paradise.

The Dark City has found a way to live on an equal footing with the world, and this joy and pride makes people crazy.

Xiaolang's hands are still wrapped in plaster, but this does not affect him and his mother to have a warm New Year. After all, he hadn't experienced such a year for almost ten years.

The only ones who stayed in Eagle Wing and couldn't find a place to go were Lei Shaoting and Lin Ruochen.

Others, even if they are on duty, always have a deadline, and after their shifts, they will either visit relatives or friends. Only these two men, in the dim light of the disciple's bar, found a corner and placed two glasses of spirits.

Lei Shaoting didn't know how to return to Lei's house.

The Lei Sheng Martial Arts Pavilion, now in Shengjing City, is becoming more and more powerful. There is no need to deliberately advertise, Lei Shaoting is the son of Lei Long, the owner of the Lei Sheng Martial Arts Pavilion, this is not a secret.

Five years ago, Lei Shaoting traveled from Shengjing City, and now when he returns, he has become the main thing about Eagle Wings.

People thought that when Lei Shaoya folded in the eight-character ring, the Lei family lost hope. But now it seems that Lei Shaoting is the pillar of the Lei family.

But Lei Shaoting himself knows that he and the Lei family are now walking on two completely different paths.

Except for Lei Shaoya, who grew up with him since he was a child, Lei Shaoting has no feelings for the people of the Lei family. But this only concern died in the hands of Lin Ruochen.

Lei Shaoting didn't know how to face the people of the Lei family, and he didn't know how to face it, returning home during the Spring Festival and enjoying the soul of Lei Shaoya. So, he only had to drink. Drink with Lin Ruochen.

Lin Ruochen didn't know where to go.

Chashan Town? It seems to have become a stop in my life, and now that I have left, there is no need to look back.

Five years ago, my father left me. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't even see his father's bones, he only knew that his father was gone, in an inexplicable mudslide, gone.

He seemed to be the loneliest person in the world.

Lei Shaoting can't go back to home, he doesn't want to go back, and he doesn't dare to go back.

But he Lin Ruochen didn't even have a home. Even if everyone here calls him the king of the dark city!

After the sixth glass of spirits, Lei Shaoting stood up and staggered towards the door, and the direction of going out, although it was crooked, pointed to the direction of the Lei Sheng Martial Arts Hall.

After all, I still have to go home. This is the belief of the people of Huatianguo. Even if it is a remnant soul, it is to return home to rest in peace.

Lin Ruochen stopped his wine glass and walked to his small courtyard.

In this lonely festival, he must also find a place for his heart.

Pushing open the door, it is still the same landscape painting, the back of the painting is lonely, but there is no sense of rickets and decadence.

Under the four small poems written by Lin Ruochen, there are a few more lines of small words.

A mile of water, a glass of wine, a fishing rod and a bamboo basket. One side of the mountains and rivers looked at one person, and a spring thunder roared.

It starts from leisure, but it returns to blood!

A slightly emaciated young man sat on a seat under the landscape painting, holding a book of poetry in his left hand, but the wine glass in his right hand was slightly raised.

Chen Feng came at the right time.

Lin Ruochen's heart was happy, and laughter naturally sounded.

"The two of them are so Yaxing, if the water is today, it can be regarded as coming. Good poetry, good wine, good mountains and rivers! ”

The laughter like a silver bell covered Lin Ruochen's voice, and Long Ruoshui, dressed in purple, walked into the room with a small mud and stone furnace.

The tandoor was placed on the table, and the mellow and sweet aroma of rice wine had already drifted into the air.

Long Ruoshui did not stop, took off a wolf hair on the pen holder, and walked straight to the landscape painting.

Qingdi does not sing jade scratching his head, and half-turns his neon clothes and sword walking. The mountains and rivers are full of spring smoke, and the red sleeves are gentle.

The words of Long Ruoshui are beautiful and magnificent, but in this landscape painting, a heroic spirit rises out of thin air.

"Good! Unexpectedly, Miss Long is also a member of my generation. Chen Feng doesn't like to drink, but today's glass of wine tastes good. Chen Feng's eyes followed Long Ruoshui's brushstroke, and he couldn't help but shout good.

On the roof, there was a chuckle, and a warm voice sounded later, but it seemed to condense into a line, penetrating into the room, and then slowly drifting away: "There are three of them, it seems that Hua Qingshan's trip back to Shengjing City is really redundant." Guangyun still has trivial matters to do, and another day, he will talk about the wine again. ”

A piece of rice paper fell from the window, and the ink on the paper was not dry.

The soul is haunted by the mountains and rivers and dreams of nine secluded, and the wind passes through the green mountains and dews white heads. Who says that the world is going to be the thing? Not in the sky in my hands!

Chen Feng stretched out his hand, and the rice paper flew to his fingers like an obedient paper kite, and gently spread it on the table.

"Master once said that Hua Qingshan has ambitions outside the sky. Although I haven't met today, just look at this word, this poem, and this feeling, and it should be revealed! ”

Long Ruoshui nodded, slapped open the seal, and made three carved cups as if by magic, overflowing with the fragrance of wine.

Lin Ruochen shook his head, compared with these people, his own pattern seems to be a little insufficient.

The three of them sat around, not talking about the past and the present, but the questions were tightly related to the customs of various places during the Spring Festival, but they were also relaxed and happy.

A jug of wine will dry.

Long Ruoshui was the first to get up and said with a smile: "This wine tonight is refreshing, Ruoshui has never been so enjoyable in twenty years." The Festival of Lights is approaching in a blink of an eye, and if the water can only be for two people, in the audience, the drums are cheering. This Shengjing City, this Huatian Kingdom, still have to see the two tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, and they are in the sky with one hand! ”

"Chen Feng's life is better than Master's, at least he has not been lonely on the road! Okay, Brother Lin took over the last ten games, so I had no choice but to throw bricks and lead the way. Chen Feng stood up, his body was already shaking a little, but he blushed and went out, singing all the way.

Lin Ruochen had no choice but to get up.

He doesn't drink often, but the amount of alcohol is excellent, but after all, he drank a lot with Lei Shaoting before, and now he is half drunk, and he sighed and said: "Lin Ruochen, a little snake struggling in the quagmire, but he is in the company of dragons and phoenixes, nervous, but unwilling to refuse." It's good that this time, since I'm bold, I hope to keep up with you. ”

Long Ruoshui's cheeks were like rouge, looked at Lin Ruochen, and muttered, "I can't see through you." I just feel that you are different from others. Even Chen Feng and Hua Qingshan don't have the momentum on you. Sometimes they are as fierce as a snake, sometimes they are as fierce as a tiger, sometimes they are as tough as a wolf, and sometimes they are as generous as an ox. In the end, which is the real you? ”

"Chen Feng is chic, a man among the gods; Huaqing Mountain is noble, and the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon. I'm just a little snake, struggling to survive, struggling to molt. I'm different from them, I don't know what the heavens are like, so I don't pursue them. I just want to make this quagmire of my life cleaner. If there is still a green lotus, it will be enough to give his life to protect it. ”

Lin Ruochen's steps were a little vain, but his eyes were not the slightest blur.

When the people walked away, Lin Ruochen was in this small courtyard, and with this seven-point wine, he beat out a set of mud snakes heartily.

At the end of the move, Lin Ruochen naturally let out a clear roar, his fist intent changed, his body fluctuated, and between the rise and fall, he gradually became fierce and violent, like a horned Jiao that had been lurking under the water for 500 years, finally about to jump out of the water and turn into a dragon!

Since they are here, it is necessary to let them know that no one is a god who overlooks all beings!

Those who practice martial arts, hold on to the fight and stop killing!

Thirty years ago, Yu Shuanglong did it. Now, it's up to them! ……

(This chapter is a bit obscure, and it is not a forced style that the vegetable farmer deliberately decorates the book, and I have changed it again and again.) The story is about to unfold, and the main characters, the vegetable farmer, want to set a tone for them in this chapter. Each little poem is a description of their life, a detailed breakdown of the relevant one, and I will write an additional thing in the work in the next few days. I hope it has not affected the reading of all book lovers. ）

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