The scene changed from ice and snow to spring sunshine, and just as Qiubai was about to step into this restaurant full of guests, the picture in front of him changed again.

......

Fame is sometimes like a quick knife.

When fame is added, it is like a quick knife in the neck, and what you do does does not allow too much thought.

Right or wrong is often revealed in this instant.

The snow is coming, but the wind is not stopping.

The wind and snow are blowing, and in the angry howl, it is almost twilight.

The night is like a relentless giant net, constantly devouring the villages on both sides of the river, until the entire reincarnation bridge is completely covered.

The dead and silent village is deserted, the wooden windows of the dilapidated ground are hunting, the autumn leaves on the green brick road are withering, and it is not known how long it has not been inhabited.

The fallen leaves swept through the corridor with the cold wind, and in the blink of an eye, they blew into the reincarnation river without splashing a ripple.

The cold wind is wrapped in plain wind, and the earth is extremely cold, which is really not a good breath.

Sitting on the guardrail, Dijig was facing his back, his long hair scattered and draped over his shoulders, the night covering half of his cheeks, and from time to time he poured two sips of turbid wine, and the whole person looked depressed.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and of course there can't be reincarnation on the reincarnation bridge." This is the only thing that Jig can barely reluctantly murmur at this moment.

It's like whispering and asking, and it's like self-denial.

After he finished speaking, Wu Zi took another sip of turbid wine, and when the wine warmed his body, he moved his sparse gaze to the dark Zheng on the other side of the bridge

The moonlight could not penetrate the woods, and there was no longer a cold wind blowing, as if the cold wind was also blocked by the incalculable figures in the darkness.

There was silence in the darkness deep in the woods, and by this time there was no sound to be heard.

It was colder, and the water stopped, forming ice and filling the entire river, and the people in the woods also surged along with the frozen river, but it was still quiet and terrible.

White river, black figure.

He poured two sips of wine with a blank face, then withdrew his gaze from the woods and looked at the long sword at his feet.

The sword body is three feet seven inches, the hilt is three inches and seven minutes, and the scabbard is made of good southern mahogany, with gold wire slippery edges, which is more low-key and mysterious in the night.

He is very good at using a sword, much more than the average flashy swordsman.

Among the flashy swordsmen, they are ranked on the hero list with their strength, and the first place should be Lu Hanzhong, the lone male in Saibei.

Lu Hanzhong is a burly person, with a beard, a masculine and square expression, holding a pair of barbed hooks in his hand, known as the three-zhang soul hook hand, he is recognized as the first person in the rivers and lakes to do kung fu outside the earth.

Lu Hanzhong was in the dark shadows, and the barbed hook on his back was already starry, and the cold light was looming, but the master did not move, and it naturally did not dare to make a mistake.

There was a white-faced scholar standing beside him, with a dignified appearance, polite manners, wearing white clothes and white pants, white shoes and white socks, and the whole person exuded a strong nerdy atmosphere.

From the scholar-like people to the back, there are as many as fifteen, they are dressed energetically, they are dressed simply, and they are carrying strange weapons behind them, everyone carelessly puts their weapons behind them, but they are all solemn, and no one dares to make a sound.

In the face of the black oppressive figure, Ji Ge's face remained unchanged, still looking at the frozen river like a memory, his expression never moved, and all the big men didn't dare to gasp, and it took a long time to hear him say leisurely: "Three Zhang's soul hooking hand Lu Han disease thousand-faced scholar Du Xiu, Zhang Erba's spear Luo Duanhe, and the twin sword dragon Ao...... Have you all arrived? ”

Giger finally turned around, his eyes were shining, his eyes were burning, and he didn't realize that he had forced everyone to bow down, and no one dared to answer, and no one dared to interrupt the monologue.

The wind blew the leaves, the ground was far and near, and there was a rustling sound, and the scene was a little quiet for a while.

Jige closed his eyes again, and said with a somewhat reluctant expression: "I have always admired you affectionate and righteous wanderers, but I didn't expect that when I was finally lucky enough to meet each other, it would be such a scene of life and death. ”

The crowd remained silent, and another bitter wind blew, making their clothes hunt, and the cold wind swept through their cuffs and into their hot chests.

"What should come will come, and you will be entrusted by men, and you will be faithful." Gig straightened up, his toes hooked off the ground, the sword was in his hands, he held the sword in his left hand, made a request with his right hand, and closed his eyes again.

The figures flickered, and the 'sonorous' life was endless, and many people held their weapons at the moment when they finished speaking.

As a human being, interests come first, and which hero is willing to only seek fame? When you can achieve fame and fortune, no one cares if you are greedy or not.

The premise is that you need to have strength, and you need to have enough strength.

Everyone in the venue is a powerful person, and all of them are masters of the crowd.

But there is one thing that will make people feel that it is still very fair to be old, as long as it is a human being and a living person, then there will definitely be fetters and worries.

Whether you are rich or poor, whether you are high or unknown, as long as you have needs, you will have to pay, what the price is, maybe only those who have experienced it in the wandering rivers and lakes know, but it is never comfortable.

Some of them were born poor, faced with the problem of not having enough to eat all day long, just to beg for food, they put their lives in vain, and went to the mixed rivers and lakes to seek a place.

Some of them have thousands of waists and cover their hands with their hands, and they have long looked down on money and status, but they have to go to the soup for the resignation of a friend.

Finally they got out, they are now famous martial arts heroes in the rivers and lakes, they are famous, and there will be countless people who rush to chase them wherever they go.

They are heroes, they are heroes, and heroes and heroes are usually righteous, and they will not refuse to fight for their brothers.

There were a total of one hundred and three people present, the swords were dazzling, the axes were cold, as long as Jige was quietly solved tonight, then tomorrow would be a beautiful place to eat, drink and have fun.

Jige hooked the sword in his right hand and swept past them who were standing there without making a move, his eyes gradually became cold, and there was a hint of sarcastic disdain on his face, and he became more and more arrogant on the reincarnation bridge in the dark night.

Of the one hundred and three people, at least fifty were familiar faces to him, perhaps in the last days of their drinking, but only half a month apart, they talked about wine and drunk night, and in the blink of an eye they were strangers and swords to each other.

Boiling water can be cold, what is the warm heart? Isn't this something that everyone can understand?

"It's all Svenwen, your Grandpa Long won't be pretentious." Before the words fell, Long Ao's fast knife was unsheathed, his toes were connected, and the person had already flown forward.

Many of the figures in the rear were already snickering, Long Ao's temper has always been fiery and reckless, it would be better for him to be the first to make a move, but the expected sword light and sword shadow did not start immediately.

"I'm sorry, second son, you also know that no one can refuse this." Long Ao stopped a foot away with his knife, and his fierce face actually showed a little grievance and helplessness at this moment.

"It's okay, you can be the first to fly out of the ranks, I'm satisfied, you just have to do your best later, I will definitely not hurt you in the slightest." Jige laughed, full of pride.

He threw the wine jar into Long Ao's hand, and the hand holding the sword began to freeze, and the sword body gradually froze, and the cold became even worse.

He's ready to make a move, and there's no need for more nonsense.

......

The sword shining with silver light continued to exude a cold glow in the snow, and Jige was afraid that it would be difficult to solve the crisis in front of him with the strength of Jige alone, but when Qiubai was full of worries, the plot actually jumped like a slide again.

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Maixi Town, Qiao Songling.

Dawn is approaching, and the glow is floating.

Zhuye Village under Qiao Songling is even more dilapidated and depressed, with broken walls and ashes, and has long lost its former vitality.

There are only dozens of newly built thatched houses with cedar crowns in front and back, which have also swayed from side to side, precarious, a bluestone road with a winding path, and a dry dry well on the side of the road, deserted by people.

The wind gusted, the trees on the mountain swayed with the wind, blowing up the abandoned bamboo baskets and scoops on the ground, adding a little dying in the dawn of late autumn, chilling, quiet and silent.

Outside the village, the side of the earth broken temple, is a piece of woodwood, the woodwoods pine branches are luxuriant, the roots are deep and the stems are thick, the branches that are about one person high are already the thickness of the bowl mouth, there are bloodstained cloth strips of different lengths hanging on it, and the greasy hemp rope that goes around two circles.

The dawn is slanting, without warmth, and the wind is fierce and roaring. It's more like the howl of the devil, the call of the abyss, the demon that devours people's hearts.

In the ruined temple, there is a Maitreya Buddha lying on his side, with a far-reaching smile and amiability.

In the hall sat a ragged refugee, unkempt and unclothed, the fire in the middle had been extinguished, and occasionally the child wrapped in the woman's arms noticed the cold, turned over, and then quieted down again.

The old men sitting against the wall did not fall asleep, looked at each other with sad faces, and then showed a smile of relief, shallowly, slowly, from the deep folds on their cheeks, deep buried helplessness.

When the morning glow stepped through the door, even the wind was forbidden.

The old man woke up the sleeping people around him one after another, and then sighed silently, got up, and paced out the door.

This is a group of refugees, the war in the north has not ended, the army is in a hurry, the young and strong Fang Gang gang, all under the pressure of strong officers and soldiers, full of enthusiasm to serve the country, I thought that leaving orphans and widows, long-lived old children at home, can also enjoy some blessings, and where do you know yourself, hoeing and herding cattle on weekdays is a line, but this into the military tent, they rushed to the battlefield, skills and exercises, weapon drills, but they did not understand, rashly went to the field, had to take their lives in vain.

The war is urgent every year, and the conscription is becoming more and more extensive, up to the sixty-year-old people, down to the first-class children, in the name of loyalty to the country, in fact, they secretly collect extortion, the rich businessmen and giants are not hindered, but the ordinary people are poor, and the taxes are rising year by year, and it is difficult to hand them over again and again, and they are declining day by day, until they are difficult to cover themselves and have no food, so they can only go away from home, go one more day, and live one.

The earth temple goes straight to the south of the three-mile road, there is a town entrance, which is a meeting place built by Yunjitang, and some steamed porridge will be prepared there every hour to help the fleeing people.

It's just that there are too many people fleeing, and not everyone has food, so they have to go early, which is what they have found out if they haven't eaten two drops of rice, and this is the only hope of survival.

The yellowing morning sun pulled over the threshold and climbed the stone pillar, and the time had come.

The others shook straight one after another, and did not speak, but silently glanced at the place where they had settled, and then raised their feet and went out, never looking back.

Outside the door is the rising morning light, and the scalp numbing hanging tree ropes, inside the door are gray and black embers of sawdust, and there are still smiling broken Buddha statues, but that warm and blazing last night, how many can there be?

There is still a long way to go, they cannot imagine and dare not imagine.

Because survival is more important than everything, in the troubled times, they are strong, and they can survive more tenaciously than others in this sudden short ten years of human purgatory.

Those who have never thought that life is so sad and the predicament is so difficult to break are in the ancient road green trees, nameless rivers, deep cliffs and valleys, kicking, crying, roaring, and even cutting off their strength, with empty and full of despair that is difficult to vent, and finally realize their lives.

They have seen too many such people.

So they've always felt lucky.

The inhabitants of Zhuye Village have long since disappeared, leaving only adobe houses, empty courtyards, and quiet all around, and even the birds, birds, birds, beasts, and birds have disappeared, and even the stinky child in the woman's arms is no longer crying or making trouble.

Facing the rising sun, several people trembled and towered, through the broken fir trees, wading through the knees of the river, in this tortuous and winding stone path gradually drifted away, the back in the sun, perseverance.

............

Go straight along the lower reaches of the river and you will find Creek Town.

The river water is crystal clear, the black stone deciduous forest is scattered, the dew slides down according to the young leaves of the willow tree next to it, dingdong, ripples in the water, there are bold fish wagging their tails and jumping, playing tricks on the grass at the water's edge, and they are not tired of it.

The mountain road is looping, and people are constantly gathering in Xizhen, their footsteps are vain, and they all look yellow and thin, and they have not entered the rice for many days.

Several people supported each other along the river, disturbing a lot of chirping birds and insects, and finally came to Xizhen.

Under the log archway in Xizhen, it is the place of Yunjitang's almsgiving, the sun is falling, and a few guys in gray cloth clothes began to erect wooden frames, and then set up nine sieve baskets.

There is a blue-topped sedan chair bumping and falling behind, and there are two ten-year-old maids on the side who follow on foot, presumably the person who is in charge of Yunjitang, everyone retracts their gaze, and they all look at the person who comes out of the sedan chair.

When the woman in the sedan shouted to stop, the maid on the left walked quickly to the curtain of the sedan chair and slowly lifted it.

It is a plain hand, white and slender, soft as boneless, and the turquoise silk sleeves that come out of the curtain add a bit of flawlessness, and the hand is surrounded by a bracelet made of light grass, which is carefully bent around with red thread, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

The beautiful woman put her hand flat to her forehead, gently bowed her head, and bent her body out of the sedan chair.

This look is really beautiful, and there are bursts of spontaneous exclamations in the condensed air.

Under the shroud of brilliance, the beauty was dressed in green clothes and satin, with delicate and thick green silk, held up behind her, covered the rising sun with one hand, and looked at the crowd in line. The eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and sleepy, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, the snowy cheeks are with a shallow flush, as if there is a little more rouge, lazy with cunning, there is an agate stone hanging from the waist, and a half-foot-long red embroidery knife is on the side.

"Look, that's the head of Yunjitang, Fang Qinghan Fang girl."

Someone shook his arm and exclaimed.

At this moment, it was that person, and everyone saw it clearly, and as soon as the words fell, a few more people spoke:

"This girl is even more beautiful, and it is already the tenth to listen to this charity act of opening a warehouse and releasing grain."

"Yes, yes, I really didn't expect that there would be such a bodhisattva-hearted person in this world, which is really a blessing for us."

The maid whispered a few words to her sister's side, and the sister walked up to everyone, her face was quiet, she waved her cuffs, and said in a voice: "Don't fight, everyone has a share."

As the steaming steamed buns tumbled in the sieve, and all kinds of uncontrollable swallowing sounds came out one by one, everyone suddenly woke up, and when they looked back, the line was actually lined up several hillsides in the blink of an eye.