Lu Yu rarely dreams anymore.

But he just had a long dream.

It was a snowy night when I was eighteen years old.

He stood in a heavy snowfall.

In front of it, there is an ancient temple.

"Laojun Temple."

He looked up and saw the water curtain hanging down from the eaves of Laojun Temple, which was like a beaded curtain that had been lowered, and the splashes of water jumping in the air fell on his face, which was cold to the bone.

Winter in the north is always like this, the snow does not stop night after night, and the whole world is wrapped in the same snow curtain.

The night was dark, the houses were closed, and not a single open window could be seen in the long, thin street.

Lu Yu stood under the eaves, his back pressed against the wall of Laojun Temple, and the snow on the ground was almost about to freeze him into a popsicle.

He wanted a warm stove to dry his clothes, and if he could, he also wanted a warm cake with some minced meat and cilantro rolled in it. He was hungry, and his chest and abdomen were empty and cold.

He thought that maybe he should leave here, leave the narrow eaves of the Laojun Temple, which was already very dilapidated, the temple was empty, there were no Taoist priests, only a missing bronze bell, and the crows made a nest in it, and the ugly cry added a little life to the old temple.

If he doesn't leave, the people sent by his stepmother to chase him down are probably going to catch up again.

In his present state, he will surely die.

Although he was already a wasted person, the martial vein was completely abolished by Lu Yehu.

But he didn't want to die.

He remembered what his grandfather had told him that as long as he lived, there was hope.

He thought he might have to go all the way down the side street. The side streets were closed on both sides, and there were no forks in the side streets, and he would go on like this, and the end of the road was covered in a goose feather snow.

And in such weather, there is still a person who calmly walks in the snow.

He was like a fallen beggar, his robe was soaked, he was pacing back and forth in the rain, he carried the wine jug with an ancient sword on his back.

He took a sip with his head held high to the sky and shook the pot, the rest of the wine in the pot "clanging". The man listened to the voice as if he was sorry.

He paced back and forth, he drank.

Lu Yu looked at him.

This is an old man who can't tell how old he is, maybe older than his grandfather, but he is in good spirits.

The eyes are bright, a bit like a morning star at five o'clock.

The louder the sound in the wine jug, the less and less wine there is, the snow is gradually about to stop, and Lu Yu thinks that the sky is about to dawn. Perhaps he could set out before dawn, so that he could leave the city after noon.

That way, he'll have a few more days to live before the killers in the back find him.

The old man pacing in the snow poured his last sip of wine, threw the jug out, and shattered it on the bluestone floor.

"What a weirdo." Lu Yu thought to himself.

"Have you ever heard of Changbai Mountain?" The old man asked.

"Changbai Mountain?"

"Changbai Mountain is a mountain, far away to the north, and it takes a long time to get there. It's snowy all year round, it's a little cold, but it's quiet and no one bothers you. There is a legend that the Queen Mother of the West lives, there is a big bird on the top of the mountain, the name is Xiyou, the back is 19,000 miles wide, every year the Queen Mother of the West climbs the back of the big bird from the wings, and her husband the East Prince, but I have never seen it. Will you go with me? ”

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, and the old man turned his head to look at him.

"Someone wants to kill me, I'll go with you, can they find me?" He asked.

"I can't." The old man shook his head.

"Then I'll go with you." Lu Yu nodded.

The old man also nodded: "Okay, from today onwards, you are my disciple." My name is Chen Daozang, and you have to remember my name. You are no longer called Lu Changqing, you need a new name, and in the future, you will be called Lu Yu. Xiang Yu's feather, Guan Yu's feather, feather soaring feather. I want to see you, like the great bird of the Queen Mother of the West, breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly and feathering into the sky. ”

He walked towards Lu Yu and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms.

A flatbread of white flour wrapped in diced minced pork shoots and coriander.

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the oiled paper bag and opened it.

The burrito was still hot, and Lu Yu bit down as if he had exhausted all his life's strength, and when the aroma of the mixture of flour, minced meat, and broad bean paste diffused in his mouth, he felt that the strength in his body disappeared in an instant. He held the burrito for a moment, slid down against the wall, his cry choked in his throat, and then he burst into tears.

What the hell is going on in this world? How come there are so many people who hate him? He thought.

"Don't cry, you don't have to cry from now on, because you are Lu Yu. And your teacher is Chen Daozang. I will give you the foundation of the world's first, and you kill the world's first for me, this is the transaction between you and me. ”

Chen Daozang's face was full of kindness, and he touched the top of Lu Yu's head.

He turned away, and Lu Yu stood up and followed behind him.

The old man took him and disappeared into the morning snow.

Lu Yu woke up suddenly.

The consciousness is still very confused, but subconsciously knows what has happened.

Ye Qingzhu knocked him unconscious, and by the way, he gave him up!

He subconsciously looked at his chest.

Sure enough, on the left, there is another dragon totem.

A green dragon, and a silver dragon, intertwined.

His physical condition has become better than ever, all the dark diseases in his body have been swept away, his physical strength is abundant, and his qi and blood are vigorous, which is a few points more prosperous than his previous peak state.

"Where's Qingzhu?"

He looked subconsciously.

In the room, there was no one.

Ye Qingzhu is gone.

The air is filled with a special smell, like the faint fragrance of blue musk.

On the sheets, there are some scattered strands of hair, and a touch of stunning red, which is shocking.

Outside the window, the stars sink and the moon shines, the autumn insects chirp, and the deep night sky is quiet.

A strange feeling appeared in Lu Yu's heart, although he knew that Fang Cai's beautiful spring color was not an illusion, but he still couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of all this.

He got up, opened the curtains, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom, what's going on?"

I lit a cigarette and paced back and forth, only to realize that there was still a note at the head of the bed.

"Lu Yu, today's matter is my willingness. You don't have to mind, you don't have to be responsible, and don't come to me, I have my own way to go, and you have yours. Let's forget about each other. ”

Looking at Ye Qingzhu's unique handwriting, Lu Yu sighed for a long time, and finally turned into a wry smile.

"Fucking forget about your uncle's acquaintance in the rivers and lakes, you fucking fucking fuck Lao Tzu, just pat your ass and leave, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world? Sister Ye, Sister Ye, you'd better not let the master catch you, or I'll beat you to pieces. ”

Lu Yu thought stupidly, and the phone rang suddenly.

It was the bears who called.

"Hey, bear, what's the matter?" Lu Yu wondered.

Looking at the time, it's past two o'clock in the evening now, at this point in time, Xiongzi doesn't sleep, what kind of wind does he smoke, call himself?

"Boss, something is wrong. Come here, Changzheng Hospital. Xiongzi said in a low voice.