December 16, Yongan Street

On this day, it was raining lightly in the cold sky. An old man and a young man walked down the street back and forth, seemingly without a destination.

As the weather became colder and colder, the young man's thin body became more and more nervous, stepping on the slippery stone slab, one was careless, turned around comically, and almost fell to the ground, but the old man reached out in time to help him.

"The prince of Da Yue is such an unorthodox system, if he is seen by the princes of Jiujia, he will definitely be glad that he has decided to defect." The old man shook his sleeves and put his hand into it, looking like an old man in the ordinary alley.

Yongran's face was a little displeased, he straightened his clothes and straightened his back fiercely, "So what?" Isn't it a lot more heroic? ”

The old man laughed, "It's as thin as a sick monkey." The life of the court has not raised your fat, but it has become thinner and thinner. ”

Yongran's face flushed, and he couldn't say anything after all. He walked forward as quickly as he was angry, but found that he did not know where to go, so he could only retreat to the old man's side.

"There is no weapon in the hand, the waist is weak, there is no courage in the brain, and there is no talent in the chest." The old man said lightly, "Do you understand your current shortcomings?" ”

Yongran said in a mournful voice, "Old man, I have lost to you!" Don't talk about it, won't I just slip and almost fall down while walking? Absolutely not in the future! ”

The old man sneered and said no more about him. He slowly stopped, tilted his head, and squinted at the liquor store beside him.

In front of the liquor store, a restless horse was tethered. From head to tail, the horse was snow-white, without any variegated hair. The mane that grows on the back and neck looks like a jade lion stepping on the snow from a distance. The body is one foot long, and it is intimidating to look at, and it can be described as the best horse among the fierce horses. It is not an exaggeration to say that this fierce horse can walk on the snow without a trace, and travel thousands of miles a day.

The old man looked at the restless white horse, and his eyebrows gradually widened. But Yongran beside him stared at the white horse with wide eyes, as if he had seen some kind of car BMW.

"What a rare horse!" Yongran grabbed the old man's front and wanted to touch the white horse that was snorting like thunder, "Come and let this son touch it, I think when I was in Yuedu, the good horse that sat down is nothing more than such a unique thing!" ”

Just when Yongran was about to touch the white horse's head, the white horse suddenly neighed, the horse's roar was deafening, and the already restless hooves turned into forward kicks, and the rough thunder-like snort was breathtaking.

Yongran was a spirit, retreated in panic, and fell to the ground. If he had been one step too late, the white horse's furious kick would have killed him here.

"After this horse has recognized its master, it will reject anyone who has any intentions, and there is no shortage of good horses who are good protectors of the lord." The old man tossed away Yong Ran, and under his stunned expression, he gently stroked the white horse's head. But the white horse seemed to understand the old man's meaning, and he was much quieter, as if the two seemed to know each other.

"Old man, this ......" Yongran froze.

The old man smoothed the mane of the white horse's back and neck, and the white horse neighed meekly, and the horse's ears turned forward, lowered its head, and shook the horse's hooves slightly.

"This horse's name is Treading Snow." The old man patted it on the head one last time, turned and walked into the liquor store, "Boy, follow me, it's time to meet our future colleagues!" ”

"A future colleague?" Yongran scratched his head, a little confused, and quickly followed the old man into the wine shop.

The inside of the liquor store is not crowded with surrounding shops like the outside, and it looks very cramped. On the contrary, the interior space is quite large, even compared to some high-end restaurants. The warm air came to his face, and the old and young, who were a little damp on their bodies, felt a little better. The old man took out his hands hidden in his big sleeves and motioned for Yongran to buy wine.

He looked around and slowly furrowed his brow. In the center of the brewery is a large stove with processed charcoal burning in it, and the hot air rushes over it. There are several holes in it, and inside the holes are all kinds of sake brewed and warmed. The small window with a hole in the wall swished outward.

In the corner, a sturdy man sat on a stool with his back to the door, and the people around him avoided the man consciously or unconsciously, and from time to time they used their peripheral eyes to glance at the man's body draped in a large coat, the faintly exposed black iron armor, and the war knife that loomed in the shadows. There is an inexplicable cold aura on his body, which makes people more confirm the identity of this man, a battle-hardened general. It's just that people don't understand why there have been more and more soldiers roaming the streets lately, and the murders that are happening in the shadows have also intensified.

The man kept eating a glass of spirits, accompanied by a few side dishes with wine, but it also had a little comfort. The old man followed the table and stool where the man was sitting, avoided the drinkers who looked at him in horror, slowly paced to the opposite side of the man, pulled out the bench and sat down. He reached out and untied the draped coat, which was mottled with traces of rain or blood.

The old man wrapped the saber around it and placed it on the table, making a muffled sound that was neither light nor heavy. He picked the vacancy, snatched the wine jug on the table, and poured it into his throat with his neck up, the hot heat seemed to cut his throat.

"Old-timer, this is my wine. Are you too cold to keep you warm? The man raised his head slightly, and his eyebrows, which looked like lying silkworms, raised sharply, in the end, the face of a heroic general, "It's better to go to the stove to keep warm." ”

"No, the old man likes your spirits, it reminds me of the past." The old man just laughed, and the lion's pupils slowly tightened.

"What did you think about back then?" The man also smiled, "It's just a superfluous feeling." ”

"And your brother?" The old man did not shy away from picking up a piece of beef with his hand, stuffing it into his mouth, and chewing it carefully, "This cooked beef is so old that it's like chewing a pile of broken hay!" Next time, be careful to make the store tender and tender! ”

The table thumped, but it didn't attract the attention of the others in the noisy liquor store. It was the war knife in the man's hand that slashed the edge of the table.

"Old thing, watch your words." The man's voice grew cold.

"You forgot your knife, who taught it? Or are you so strong that you can easily defeat the enemy without my sword skills? The old man pinched a slice of beef again and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'm ashamed of the knife skills you taught," Mo Shi slapped away the old man's big hand that struck again, "If you want to eat, buy it yourself!" The old man who eats and drinks is called Hanako! ”

"This horse is well raised," the old man scoffed, "at least better than me." ”

"That's nonsense." Mo Shi poured the shochu into the cup and took a sip.

The old man took advantage of Mo Shi's drinking, and pulled the wine jug over again, "Look, the milky boy has not dried up, I will teach you what real drinking is!" ”

With that, the fierce heat poured into the old man's throat, and in a moment, he slammed the flask on the table. Mo Shi looked at the old man who didn't move in a daze, and sighed that the old man's alcohol consumption had really not decreased at all, but he seemed to have discovered the problem.

"Lao Tzu's wine!"

"This soju isn't an old brew either, so why cherish it?" The old man slowly burped.

"Old ...... Stuff! Mo Shi was so angry that he didn't say anything after all.

The sound of footsteps came, and Yongran, who was holding wine in one hand and a stack of side dishes in the other, looked a little clumsy, this prince in fine clothes and jade food had never been a young man for anyone to run the hall, this was a very fresh scene.

"Who is this?" Mo Shi was attracted by his handsome son-in-law image, and thought that this person may be a nobleman.

"It's just a dog with a broken spine with a tail between it." The old man told his identity for Yongran.

Yongran was stunned, "Old man...... You! ”

"The crown prince of Da Yue, Yong Ran, is only a faint emperor when you become the emperor of Da Yue in your generation, right?" There was uncontrollable sarcasm in the old man's eyebrows, "The one opposite you is a real tiger vice-commander, and he is not of the same magnitude as those two-legged sheep who are monitoring you." ”

Yongran quickly shut up, leaning slightly towards the old man, for fear that the man in front of him would cut him with a knife.

"The prince of Da Yue? What weird things are you doing again, old thing? Mo Shi pulled Yongran's stack of side dishes in front of him, "But this prince can escape from Yuedu, and those colleagues of mine are all rice buckets?" ”

"No, you're wrong. It's not that your comrades are too much of a bucket," the old man poured the syrup into his glass and looked him directly, "it's that they all know what fear is, and besides, they can't run. ”

Mo Shi smiled wryly, "You crazy old man can really do anything." So what, your plan? ”

"Don't you care about your colleague I killed?"

"Why care? What does their death have to do with me? Mo Shi said, "The people of Husi do not have mercy and cooperation with the company. Tigers, all of them are alone......"

"Am I glad you didn't attack me at this time?" The old man smiled.

"If I can kill you, I won't spare the knife in my hand."

"I'll wait for that day to come. The young beast grows into a tiger and slays the old lion that is dying. The old man applauded vainly, and his words changed sharply, "Don't meddle in Liexun's affairs, understand?" My good apprentice......"

Mo Shi frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

"Did I not understand enough, or did you understand poorly?"

"I only do what is beneficial to Yu Guang Cai."

"The task given to you by Guangcai, in my opinion, is just to ensure the intelligence of the military service and the wolf Gu of the backbone."

"But that's not limited to Lieson."

"Of course you can, but hopefully you can make it." The old man raised his glass.

Mo Shi also raised his glass, his eyes gloomy, "Worry about yourself first, old thing." ”

"Disciple, it's really good to teach it yourself." The old man poured the liquor in one gulp, and his whole body was hot. He stared at Mo Shi across the table, "And my new apprentice grandson is not as easy to raise as you......"

"I repeat, I only do what is good for Guangpan. If your actions violate my creed, then I will kill you...... Got it? ”

"Of course." The old man nodded, "If you can do it." ”

He stood up, and a golden silk square box carved with a burning phoenix suddenly vibrated from his big sleeve, and he placed the square box in front of Mo Shi, his eyes were meaningful, "Take it...... It will work, trust me. ”

Without waiting for Mo Shi to speak, the old man put on the big coat again, placed the scabbard behind his waist, pulled up Yongran and walked out of the wine shop.

"Yan Yitu, wolf Gu, keep an eye on him." The silent voice finally came from outside the door, "Remember, the fool will never return." ”

Mo was relieved, but the wine poured in his hand did not stop.