As if he understood the will of the old man in the clouds, the two swords evenly emitted a dazzling light, and the house under the flickering candlelight was particularly bright at this time, the air around him gradually dropped to the freezing point, and the room was filled with a chill, and the calm eyes of the old man in the clouds flashed a dusty complex meaning.

With a slight sigh, he waved his torn and wrinkled sleeves, and as the expression of the old man in the clouds gradually dissipated, and when he returned to his old tattooed face, the two swords that radiated light dimmed together. Then he put it in the brocade box in front of him, and picked up a piece of paper from the worn brocade box.

The letterhead was picked up by the old man in the clouds, and after walking to Qin Changjie's side and giving the letterhead in his hand to Qin Changjie, he looked at the dilapidated brocade box behind him, and said: "This is Kongshan who came to me a few days ago and ordered me to deliver it to your child in Changjie, as well as those broken silver and these land deeds." ”

After receiving the letter handed over by the old man in the clouds, Yang Nianci stepped forward and took a look, and there were only five words on the Wanling paper. Qin Changjie and Yang Nianci both frowned, but when they were full of doubts and wanted to ask the father in the clouds in front of them, they saw the father in the clouds walking to the dilapidated brocade box and wrapping the broken silver and land deeds in the brocade box with a few feet of black cloth.

"Su Tang, go and bring down five bowls of noodles. Daddy Yunzhong sat on the edge of the long table, and while packing up his baggage, he leaned sideways and said to Su Tang behind him.

After Su Tang heard his father's deep voice, he hurriedly took steps and walked into the narrow and small courtyard next door, although it was a few steps away, but there was a thick wall in front of him, and from time to time his little head poked out and stared at the long table of his father in the clouds with curious eyes.

Usually when he was drinking sugar gourds in Jiangcheng, he had only seen copper coins one by one, but he had never seen a large handful of silver shining broken silver on the long table, and he thought that if he held that large handful of broken silver in his hand, it might be like holding a wide and thick slender silk in his hand in front of him, but it was a luxurious touch for him.

In the rising white mist, Su Tang erected his ears that were red from the cold, as if he had secretly run into the Jiangcheng Listening Garden (a place where the stall told the story), thinking about spending a copper plate for a long time, as if he had ruthlessly cut off a piece of meat on his thin body, listening to the storyteller antique telling those stories that were particularly interesting and did not know the story outside Jiangcheng.

However, the old antique sitting on the high seat in the listening garden always stopped talking halfway, and began to tell other stories, if you want to listen to it, you must spend a copper plate of his Su sugar as flesh and blood. There are always such appetizing tricks, but there is no way to take the old storytelling antiques.

If you want to listen to a good one, you naturally have to go to the courtyard of Nancheng to listen, and the price of just going in will cost him two or three days of sugar gourds, and as for the stingy people, they have to squat in the alleys of Qingshi Street to listen to these old antiques who play tricks and tell stories.

And Su Tang's father is more knowledgeable than those old antiques who play with slippery heads and talk books on Qingshi Street, but he always drinks some cheap peach blossom wine from Jiangcheng, and a touch of crimson appears on his rough cheeks, and Young Master Yang Ling will talk about some people and things other than those in the old antique books.

"After the noodles are cooked, eat some and it will warm up in the chilly air. Daddy in the clouds said softly.

After that, the room fell silent.

The miserable crying outside the house sounded again...

The pupils of the old man in the clouds were glowing with the moonlight that seemed to flow down in the night, and he stared at the door for a long time. On the long table in front of him was a porcelain bowl, and the wine in the bowl was about to cross the bowl, but it was quietly placed on the table without taking a sip. He took a small sip of the flask in his hand, then took a large sip.

Although the cheap peach blossom wine is not as noble as those so-called noble wines, it is also soft and spicy and refreshing. For those who eat wine, as long as it is a sip of wine, it is already very good, why care about the price of wine, if this is probably to sweep away the original pleasure of eating wine.

The old man in the cloud took a big sip of wine into his throat, and then a deep crimson appeared like climbing up the branch, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes looked at the door like a torch, and the light revealed from his gaze seemed to be waiting for someone.

As time passed, the oil from the candles in the house had bottomed out and began to weaken. Outside the window at this time, the sky at this time, you can already see the sight of the surroundings, the charcoal fire in the iron basin is becoming more and more vigorous, it may be the reason why Xiao Su sugar keeps adding charcoal, the water in the utensils on the charcoal fire boils, but when you see the paper window, it seems to be soaked in blood, showing a faint red.

Listening to the sound of hot water churning, the thin and swarthy Xiao Su Tang brought two bowls of steaming noodles and walked in front of Qin Changjie, Yang Nianci pursed the corners of his mouth and stretched out his little hand to take the noodles in Xiao Sutang's red little hand, and carefully sandwiched the shallots in one bowl of noodles in his hand into another bowl.

Qin Changjie looked at the green onions in the bowl that Yang Nianci put in her bowl, and picked up the noodles floating in the soup in front of him. Since waking up in the car and returning to Jiangcheng under the torment of the cold wind, he is really a little hungry under the exhaustion, it can be seen that the father in the cloud always only skims the words he wants to ask in his heart, and puts down the face in his hand again.

Just as Qin Changjie put down the bowl in his hand, there was a knock on the door outside the house with fluctuating frequency, picked up the sword in his hand, turned around and frowned tightly and looked towards the cold wind whistling, suddenly a strong wind swept through the tips of his hair, and the huge wooden bolt on the door actually floated in the air in front of his eyes.

Then the wooden door behind him opened, and a cold wind rushed into the house, and the charcoal fire in the iron basin instantly splashed with sparks

Flying in the wind, they formed a fist-like flame with a faint blue size, and pieces of blue peach blossom petals fell all over the house.

In the dim light, I saw a familiar face staggering in, and the wooden bolt hanging in the air fell on the deadbolt. Qin Changjie watched the gradually clear figure coming towards the house, and suddenly put down the saber he was holding tightly in his hand and stood up. His emaciated face suddenly turned gray, and he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, like a thunderbolt on the head.

The light blue clothes in his eyes had already been stained with red blood, and the young man in front of Qin Changjie just smiled slightly, put down the unconscious woman behind him lightly, and fell to the ground with a bang. Under the messy hair, blackened blood stains covered the angular face, looking at the woman lying on the ground in tattered clothes.

And the young man and woman who fell into a coma and fell to the ground were Gusu Beiyu and Nangong Kui who disappeared in Qingshan Peak Road, and the old man sitting in the corner covered in scars and panting with deep eyes was Yang Bo. And when Qin Changjie was half-squatting beside Gusu Beiyu, a scarlet bloodshot appeared in his pupils, he took a deep breath of cold air, held his hands tightly, and the faint sound of rubbing between bones was extremely loud.

In his memory, he was as quiet as the demeanor under the jade, and countless extremely fine blood beads stuck to the white face, as if Gusu Beiyu had turned into a bloody man with a terrifying face. The torn wounds on the blue shirt had been soaked with blood, and looking towards his shoulder, the bones in the flesh had left deep cuts.

Yang Bo, who was paralyzed on the ground, was silent for a long time, raised his blood-soaked sleeves to wipe the blood and sweat between his eyebrows, looked at Gusu Beiyu lying on the ground with regret, looked at his shoulder again, and sighed in a low voice: "It's better to go one step later, but this kid's arm is gone." ”

Father Yunzhong, who was sitting on the edge of the long table, put down the wine jug in his hand, picked up the bowl of wine that rippled and floated and walked to Yang Bo's eyes, the two looked at each other, and said: "Those who cultivate the spiritual path have already forcibly supported their breath with the source qi of the depleted oil lamp, so it is better to drink the wine in this bowl and take a breath." ”

Before Daddy Yunzhong finished speaking, Uncle Yang, who was pale in his face, coughed violently.

Qin Changjie, who had not cultivated the passageway, was naturally the most mysterious and mysterious in his eyes, and the words spoken by the two of them in front of his eyes were hazy and untouchable to him. Cultivation must be just a cultivator's cultivation of the source qi in the divine consciousness that he understands and knows.

But the path that the cultivator cultivated when he cultivated covered him in a confused entanglement, although he had never seen Yang Bo's realm as a cultivator in the picturesque, and among the cultivators who had been friends with Liuyu in the Liujia for some years, he had faintly heard that Yang Bo was the best among them back then.

"Mr. Su, thank you! It is no longer Yang Zhan, who spread his wings for 3,000 miles and only hated the sky when he smiled, but Yang Xi, who now wasted an arm and stayed in the picturesque life. One step, one breath, one breath is one breath, and ten breaths are difficult to reach the sky. Yang Bo took the wine in his hand and poured it into his throat, and a spicy smell of wine caused Yang Bo to cough suddenly, faintly clouding Yang Xi's eyes with a layer of fog that suddenly revealed the ambition of Top Gun.

Father Yunzhong turned around and picked up a bowl of noodles from the long table and walked to Yang Xi, and replied softly: "Steward Yang, you are afraid that you have raised the price of the small one, you don't dare to take the word gentleman seriously, the small one is just a sugar gourd seller, this is a little warm noodles cooked by children." ”

Hearing the words that he knew in his heart as usual, Yang Xi was slightly stunned for a moment and sighed, a wry smile appeared on his pale face, and he looked at the bowl of noodles handed over. said in a very serious tone: "Although the ten directions are large, there is no square inch after all. ”

"Since I was young and full of ambition to step into the path of cultivation, although my talent led to arrogance, I have always thought that worldly force can conquer all rival forces, and if it were not for the trend of entering the night that day, I would never have realized it. Although I know that my feet are ten directions, there is no place to live, but after all, I have returned to the original starting point of life, and I am not lonely, and I am still accompanied by her. ”

Unconsciously, Daddy Yunzhong returned to the edge of the long table and glanced at the middle-aged woman behind him affectionately, with a warm look in his eyes. Separate the two bowls of noodles that are left in front of you, pick up the wooden chopsticks in your hand and eat the noodles that you have pushed in front of you.

And on the face of the middle-aged woman behind the father in the clouds, which had never been polished for years, only slightly pursed the corners of her mouth to reveal a faint smile.

A trace of helplessness flashed on Yang Xi's exhausted face, no matter how hard he had been talking for more than ten years, Su Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the long table and eating noodles, still hurriedly laughed at it, the halva lady brought a pot of syrup from the side room, and Su Zhen picked up his sleeves and did the work in his hand after eating the noodles in the bowl, being an extremely ordinary hawker who was greedy for small money.

When the morning light comes, the people who have "not woken up" in Jiangcheng all night can no longer wake up, and those who have woken up all night dare not step out of the door.

How many miserable and terrible wails in their sleep are disturbed by nightmares, and they wake up people who are tired and have nightmares all night.

The door of Su Tang's house was kicked open suddenly, and the neighbors in the surrounding houses suddenly woke up, fearing, for fear that they were talking about the rest of their bodies, and slowly pulled up a layer of heavy bedding from the cold place under their feet until they covered their entire heads.