Liucheng.

Ding Hei sat in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the street outside the building. There were people on the street, and the girl in the green dress stepped on the sun, her posture was flamboyant, like a lively rabbit.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Ding Hei's mouth slightly hooked a soft arc.

No one knew that the swordsman who challenged the Sun family and the Wu family in succession, and disappeared in Liucheng after becoming famous in the first battle, was sitting in a restaurant very close to the Wu Mansion at this time, and was fascinated by the eldest lady of the Wu Mansion.

Now, the whole Liucheng is circulating a legend about him, and as the person concerned, Ding Hei has left this legend, standing outside it, paying attention to a person who has nothing to do with it.

In Liucheng, everyone knows that the current head of the Wu family has two sons and a daughter, the youngest daughter is named Wu Qingqing, how is her swordsmanship not praised, after all, she has two talented brothers, but what is talked about by the people of Liucheng is her beauty and kindness. Wu Qingqing, who is only twenty-eight years old now, has some titles of little chivalrous women in Liucheng, and even in the rivers and lakes within a radius of hundreds of miles around Liucheng.

Ding Hei didn't know about this. For him, he didn't need to know. He didn't pay attention to the identity of the other party, he didn't pay attention to the other party's personality, he looked at her from a distance, just to see the shadow of the old man. The person who clinged to the big tree at the entrance of the village, watched him for ten years, experienced countless hardships, stubbornly refused to marry, and finally waited for many years on a certain night, but he didn't have time to see the person he missed, but he was killed by Liang Jun and buried in the country woman before the fire.

She doesn't have a big name, only a nickname that countrymen use to call her, and she is called Xiaoqing.

When he was a rich boy and saw a girl of the same young age, he called her that. After that, whether he was depressed and hungry to the point of being fed with porridge from the girl, or when he returned from his hometown and embraced the Yiren, he called her that. This title lasted for more than ten years, until she left this world.

In his life of only more than 20 years, he has walked many bridges and seen many landscapes, but he has only met such a person who is in his best years. She dedicated her whole life to her, and he, in the end, just raised a handful of loess for her and let her return to dust.

Ding Hei poured himself a glass of wine and drank this cup of stone frozen spring, on this cold and warm day, his heart was always as calm as water. The young master in the green skirt who didn't know his life was indeed almost exactly the same as Xiaoqing at the beginning. But the person in front of him was not the person at that time, the person had passed away at that time, and he couldn't pick up the love of the year.

In his heart, he only has memories of the Si people, and no delusions about this person.

Ding Hei left a broken silver on the table, stood up, picked up the sword on the table, and left here.

At the moment when Ding Hei got up to leave, the girl in the green dress on the street suddenly raised her head, just in time to see the swordsman who turned around and disappeared in front of the window. She was slightly stunned, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

On the same day, Ding Hei brazenly entered the house, and after defeating the young master of the Wu family and the thirteen sword formations of the Wu family, the sword momentum was great and he met the head of the Wu family on the roof. The two of them had two swords, facing each other, which should have been an earth-shattering battle. However, the moment the girl in the green dress appeared, everything changed.

The green-shirted swordsman, when his movements were sluggish, softly shouted two words.

The others were far away and didn't hear it, but at that moment, the girl in the green dress who was not too far away from the green-shirted swordsman, and her eyes were pierced by the other party's inexplicable eyes, but she heard those two words clearly, just like the head of the Wu family.

Xiaoqing, that's her name.

Why did he call his name lightly, and why did he show such a breathtaking look in his eyes the moment he saw him?

Wu Qingqing didn't understand. But the girl's heart, she can feel the strangeness in it, and in the same way, she wants to see through the mystery.

Ding Hei walked out of the restaurant, put away his sword, and walked lightly in the alley behind the restaurant, walking silently along the riverside willow trees with only branches and no branches and leaves.

He left Li Congjing and traveled south alone, not for anything else, but to sharpen his martial arts. The battle with Jianzi that day not only shattered the pride in his heart, but also made him realize that there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people. He is a martial artist, martial arts is his life, and he hopes that his life will be longer. After Li Congjing's words and enlightenment, he regained his confidence and resolutely decided to pursue his own way.

Ding Hei, who embarked on the road to the south, abandoned the sword and used the sword, not to abandon the sword intent that he had been sharpening before, but the reason why this was so was to cultivate the sword intent. Raising a sword with a sword, and using the stone of the mountain to attack the jade of this mountain, this is the path that Ding Hei chose for himself.

His knife, left in the town of Seremban. but his word is at his feet. One day, when he comes to the end of this path, he will pick up his knife again.

At that time, he may challenge Li Congjing and Jianzi, or he may not.

He came to Liucheng because there were two martial arts families in Liucheng, and he wanted to come and see it.

The small river in the city is rippling with green waves, clear to the bottom, the willows on the riverside are clinging, the branches are thousands of wisps, the breeze is Buddha's face, and the long hair is like ink fluttering.

Ding Hei stopped, didn't look back, and said lightly: "What do you want to see when you are so far away from me?" ”

A petite figure flashed out of the alley on the side road, it was Wu Qingqing, she was embarrassed to compare her fingers, bowed her head slightly, and said, "I want to see who you are." ”

"Now that you see it, you can go back." Ding Hei still didn't look back, and said calmly.

"I don't even know what your name is, how can I see it?" Wu Qingqing grinned.

Ding Hei said: "It doesn't matter. ”

Wu Qingqing shouted, "This is very important, it may not be important to you, but it is really important to me!" ”

Ding Hei was silent for a moment, and said in a cold tone: "It doesn't matter to you or not, it has nothing to do with me." I'm leaving Liucheng, so this issue is even less important, so you better go back." ”

"You're leaving Liucheng?" Wu Qingqing was very surprised, the back in front of him was very depressed, there was an indescribable loneliness, as if he was walking in the world, he had always been alone, this perception made the girl who was in a sensitive period very worried, she said: "But you haven't won my father yet, how can you just leave?" ”

Ding Hei took a step forward and continued to move forward, from beginning to end, he did not look back, just like on the road of his life, he never looked back, "I have said enough to you, and what I want to say has been said, I stop, just to tell you that you don't have to follow me anymore." As a matter of courtesy, I'm telling you this. Now that I'm done talking, you may not be able to follow me even if you want to follow me again. ”

Such a rejection may seem a little more ruthless, especially for a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love, at such an age, their self-esteem is often incomprehensible to themselves. However, after a short period of anger, Wu Qingqing suddenly cried out as if he had discovered a new world, "Why have you always refused to turn back, are you afraid of seeing me, or are you afraid to look at me at all?" ”

Ding Hei's footsteps froze, and he involuntarily stopped.

Wu Qingqing laughed out loud, "You were in the restaurant just now, but you peeked at people for a long time, but when they were close to you, you didn't even have the courage to turn back...... And why do you know my name, and why did you lose your mind when you saw me that day, don't you ......?"

Ding Hei turned around, looked directly at Wu Qingqing, interrupted her words, and said coldly: "I don't look back, I don't want to entangle with you too much, I did see you in the restaurant, but it was just that you happened to break into my field of vision, you must not be sentimental and think that there is something." Also, I hope you forget about that day, and remembering it will not do you half of the good. ”

Wu Qingqing's pretty smiling face turned pale at this moment, she looked at Ding Hei in dismay, in front of this man with extraordinary martial arts, vicissitudes of life, and eyes that always seemed to flow with lingering sadness, Wu Qingqing's anger was finally aroused.

Ding Hei waved his hand, "You are indeed naturally beautiful, but if you think so, men in the world will think about you when they see you, but they feel too good about themselves." I entered the Wu family just for the sword of the Wu family, and the sword in your hand is not enough for me to face it. You really don't make any sense in front of me. ”

After speaking, he hugged his fist to Wu Qingqing, whose delicate body trembled slightly, "Farewell." ”

Ding Hei's figure disappeared into the corner of the street, and Wu Qingqing, who was standing frozen in place, was so angry that his silver teeth clenched.

Returning to the inn where he was staying in Liucheng, Ding Hei did not leave immediately, he put down the sword in his hand, sat cross-legged on the low couch, and meditated with his eyes closed.

Today's sun is exceptionally bright, but there are always places in this world where the sun can't shine, and in some corners that stubbornly refuse the sun, the sun is just a bright wound for them. That's not sunshine, it's just a pain.

As the sun set, before sunset, Ding Hei pushed open the door, picked a secluded table in the lobby of the inn and sat down, asked for a meal, and began to fill his stomach on time. He knows that his road is still far away, so he must take care of his body, and he knows that his path is only his own, so he must know himself whether he is warm or cold.

After eating, Ding Hei walked back to the room, stood silently in front of the window, looked at Liu Cheng's eyes, and didn't know what kind of look was beating. The people of Liucheng and the lights were reflected in his dark pupils, like a painting. He stood motionless for an unknown amount of time, and during this time he did not even move a finger.

Until all the lights in Liucheng were extinguished, the whole Liucheng became pitch black, and the Liucheng under the clear light was ink-colored, with clear outlines, and in the dead of night, the whole city was not as big as it seemed during the day.

Ding Hei lay on the hardwood bed, looked at the roof beams above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, Ding Hei left the inn, led the horse, and walked out of Liucheng.

This swordsman, who quietly came to Liucheng like a wandering cloud, rode alone and left without leaving a trace after setting off a huge wave in Liucheng. Until this time, the legend circulating in the market, the name of the protagonist was not known.

Bleak gallop road, Ding Hei rode the horse slowly, the sound of the horse's hooves clicked, very rhythmic, the ancient road outside the city, the pavilion, in this gloomy sky silent, the road pedestrians are scarce.

Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, Ding Hei suddenly stopped his horse, because someone was blocking the middle of the road, blocking his way forward.

The man in the middle of the road has a green skirt and a thin sword, and his long hair is fluttering.

"You're in my way." Ding Hei looked at Wu Qingqing, without the slightest emotion in his words. Because there is no emotion, it seems ruthless.

Wu Qingqing pointed to the long pavilion next to the road, and said seriously: "Zhijun wants to do it today, so I came to say goodbye." ”

"Farewell?" In Ding Hei's mind, he remembered that many years ago, he returned to the small village, because he couldn't bear to part, and quietly left one night, and when he walked to the big elm tree at the entrance of the village, he suddenly saw that there were already people waiting under the tree. The man under the tree smiled and walked towards him and whispered, "I know that you want to do it today, so I came to say goodbye." ”

There is a stone bench in the pavilion, a stone table in front of the stool, and a pot of wine and a pair of cups on the table.

Ding Hei and Wu Qingqing sat opposite each other, Wu Qingqing poured seven points of wine for the two cups, pushed a glass in front of Ding Hei, took a cup and poured it on his chest, and said with a smile: "In the battle that day, you and your father's sword strength have been completed, and under the hard fight, the victory or defeat may be unpredictable, but it is inevitable that both sides will lose." You retreat, my father enters, this game is solved, two injuries are spared, this cup, for my father, thank you! ”

Wu Qingqing raised his glass and drank it all, his posture was quite heroic.

Ding Hei didn't shirk and drank this glass of wine.

Wu Qingqing poured seven points of wine for the two of them again, raised his glass and said: "The Wu family and the Sun family have been fighting for more than ten years, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior. ”

In the third cup, Wu Qingqing said: "This third cup, but I respect you." ”

Ding Hei didn't ask why, and drank it too.

After three glasses of wine, the atmosphere between the two was no longer awkward, and Ding Hei said: "The Wu family has a woman like this, and it is difficult not to be happy." ”

Wu Qingqing smiled, she stood up, and saluted Ding Hei with her fists solemnly, "Thank you Your Excellency for your praise, the little girl is ashamed." By this time, two scarlets had flown on her face.

Ding Hei kindly reminded: "Little lady, you can't drink anymore." Today's send-off is warm, Ding Mou's heart understands. ”

Wu Qingqing waved his hand heroically, sat down again, poured the wine again, and said with a big tongue: "This last cup, you have to drink it no matter what." It was my fault that I mistook you that day, and this glass of wine is considered to be a reparation! ”

Ding Hei smiled, "What's wrong with the little lady?" ”

"Isn't it wrong to sneak up on you?" Wu Qingqing had a serious face, raised his glass, and without waiting for Ding Hei to dissuade him, he had already poured the wine into his stomach.

Ding Hei had no choice but to accompany him to drink.

Wu Qingqing's eyes blinked, "Send each other today, there will be no time in the future, the little woman came with a sword, and she wants to learn ......" Before she finished speaking, her head shook three times, and she fell directly on the stone table.

Ding Hei was taken aback, "Little lady......"

Wu Qingqing was already drunk.

Ding Hei stood up, looked left and right, and realized that Wu Qingqing had come alone.

Helpless, Ding Hei had no choice but to take Wu Qingqing on the horse's back, pull the reins of the horse, go back to Liucheng, and go to Wu's mansion.

When he entered Liucheng, Ding Hei didn't notice that Wu Qingqing, who was lying on horseback, had a smile on the corner of his mouth that had succeeded in his conspiracy. The smile is very proud, and there is a kind of happiness in winning a war.