Time flies, in the blink of an eye, a month and a half has passed, the leaves of late autumn have fallen, the snow has fallen in early winter, and Handan, the capital of Zhao Guoguo, is only a day or two away.

The sky is gray and snowflakes fall from the sky, like small white feathers, and like pear petals blown off, scattered and scattered.

The sky was snow-white, except for Wei Zhuang, who wore a black hat and black clothes, riding his thin horse in a straw coat and holding a yellow wine gourd in his hand.

He was followed by a dozen or so guards, who were tightly guarding a slow-moving two-wheeled wooden carriage, and the two women in the carriage were talking shallowly.

"Aunt Xiu, the snow scene outside is so beautiful! I really want to go out in the snow to build a snowman, have a snowball fight, and see the world covered in snow. At the age of fourteen or fifteen years old in the car, the girl who was in the beginning of her cardamom blossom lifted the curtain on the side window of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside.

"Yes, the snow scene in winter is the most beautiful, pure, white, and the snowflakes are very white and white, so white. They make the earth pure and beautiful. I have the feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it. You were born in winter, you are a snow elf given by God, I hope you will grow up to be cute and kind, your life will be white and flawless, and your life will be happy, so I named you Snow Girl. The beautiful woman called Aunt Xiu fell into the memory and said quietly.

"Oh, that's how I got my name. I just saw the black-clothed swordsman who helped us some time ago, he rode alone in front of him, and his black clothes were almost submerged in snow, so pitiful. The girl frowned and said with some concern.

"Oh, don't mind him, these men are like this, especially the swordsman, they like to be alone, with the sword as their company." Aunt Xiu waved her hand and said. She has seen such a scene no less than dozens of times, and with her experience, her heart is not moved at all.

"Aunt Xiu, are all men in the world like him?" The girl asked curiously.

"Men in the world are lucky, and infatuated daughters are negative. Cher, you have to remember, firmly remember, that none of men are sincere, they only covet our beauty, not like our hearts. They will use all their sweet words to deceive our women's youth, and when we pass away and people are old, they will ignore us, go out to spend all day drinking, and mess with flowers, completely ignoring our women's feelings. ”

Aunt Xiu paused, and then said: "Especially for a dusty woman like you and me, don't be emotional about men, we are always lowly in the eyes of the world, even if he likes it for a while, he will hate to abandon us because of the rumors, and we who are bitter are like catkins, and finally flutter in the wind and fall into mud." Aunt Xiu frowned, her eyes were crimson, and she said with some sadness, as if she was talking about her unbearable personal experience.

"Aunt Xiu, I think he may be different, I can pursue my own happiness, I don't want to live the life I have now. Is there no real infatuated man in the world? Why is it always us weak women who are hurt? The girl asked a little confused, she didn't know the entanglement between love.

"There are few infatuated men, there are many playboys, this world is originally unfair, we women are naturally delicate, and we want to be as equal as men, maybe it's a fantasy after all." Aunt Xiu said sadly, with helplessness in her words.

"Aunt Xiu's biggest wish in this life is to hope that Xue'er will find a good man to marry, live an ordinary life, get rid of this kind of life without freedom and no future, don't laugh with Aunt Xiu all day long, and struggle in the lowest lower class with a changeable mask." Aunt Xiu stroked the girl's hair and took care of the two Yunying buns.

"Aunt Xiu, don't worry, I will be with you for the rest of my life and take good care of you for the rest of my life. In the future, I will find my own happiness and serve you together. The girl leaned on Aunt Xiu's arms, hugged Aunt Xiu's waist tightly, and looked at Aunt Xiu's face with bright eyes and said.

“……”

Outside the carriage, there were first small snowflakes, fluttering gently like catkins; Then it gets bigger and bigger, and it gets tighter and tighter. It was darker, and the cold wind began to blow harder, and it was painful to the bone.

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The deserted streets, the closed shops, the sporadic lights, the silence of the county covered with snow, Wei Zhuang stepped alone on the snow-covered bluestone road, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist and staggered towards the inn where he rested.

Wine is a wonderful thing, borrowing wine can dispel sorrow, paralyze the sorrow in the heart, and make people temporarily forget the trauma of the soul.

Wei Zhuang didn't know when he fell in love with wine, probably because after the decisive battle, the senior brother and the master left one after another, which made him feel lonely and lonely, and he only used wine as a friend and accompanied him for a long night.

At the end of the Warring States Period, the wine was not strong enough, and it was more than mellow, for him who was used to drinking a high number of liquor in later generations, these wines were stronger than white water, like a very fruit berry drink, no matter how much he drank, it was difficult to get drunk, but it was just to use wine to adjust his emotions and warm his body at the same time.

Staggered to the door of the inn where he was resting, and the sound of swords from inside the inn made Wei Zhuang stop.

Wei Zhuang frowned, raised his eyes and looked around, and found that all the neighbors had turned off the lights and closed their homes, and there was no extra sound. The fighting was loud, but the residents next to the inn obviously knew that this was a fight between the rivers and lakes, and it was not for them to control the small people who were fighting in the bucket, so they had to retreat at home, for fear of harming the pond fish.

Wei Zhuang shook his head slightly, soberly and subconsciously, his right hand touched the sword at his waist, and rushed into the inn quickly.

By the moonlight, Wei Zhuang glanced at the battlefield inside, only to see the dart head Wang Dazheng with more than a dozen guards surrounding a masked black-clothed swordsman, all of them slashing towards the masked swordsman with swords and swords, and the shopkeeper and men of the inn shrank under a table not far away, watching secretly.

The masked swordsman looked lazy, just dancing the bronze sword in his hand at will, the sword was impenetrable, Wang Da and his guards not only could not attack him, but instead stumbled left and right, and were stabbed and scratched by the opponent's sword from time to time, and most of them were almost scarred at this time.

The masked swordsman is still holding a cardamom girl in his left hand, fresh and refined, some of the little girls next door have just grown up, and the specific appearance Wei Zhuang did not take a closer look.

Wei Zhuang's gaze returned to the masked swordsman's swordsmanship, and at a glance, Wei Zhuang found that this guy's swordsmanship was not bad, almost at the same level as when he first entered the Guigu Sect, but he didn't know his specific path. As for the guards besieging him, they weren't his opponents at all, he was completely playing cat and mouse, and I don't know where he got his interest.

The footsteps of Wei Zhuang coming in caused the masked swordsman to turn his head and glance at the door of the inn, and then his face changed, his lazy expression became solemn, the sword style in his hand suddenly changed, and with a simple move of flat sand and falling geese, the sword light swept away, and the attacking dart head Wang Da and the guards all flew out and landed in the distance, spitting blood.

"Who are you?" The masked swordsman's sharp gaze turned to Wei Zhuang and spat out cold words. He could feel that the people who came in were not simple, and there was an aura of danger.

"Who are you? Dare to use a sword in front of me to kill! Wei Zhuang's face turned cold, and he asked with the same coldness.

"Who I am, you'll find out soon, don't forget to ask Yan Jun for my name when you get to Senluo Palace." The masked swordsman didn't wait for the words to finish, his body popped out like a frightened rabbit in an instant, and the bronze sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, quickly conjuring up seven or eight sword shadows, stabbing at Wei Zhuang's temple, throat, heart, abdomen and other key points respectively, and it seemed that every direction of attack was extremely real.

Wei Zhuang stood in place, motionless, just holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, holding it in his mouth.

"Be careful!" "Get out of the way!" When the guards saw this scene, they thought that Wei Zhuang had drunk too much wine, and they were stupid for a while, unable to act, and immediately shouted loudly, and even the girl behind the masked swordsman couldn't bear to close her eyes.

There was a crisp clash of gold and iron, and then all sounds came to an abrupt end. The guards and the maidens opened their eyes, held their breath, and turned their gaze back to the battlefield.

Wei Zhuang stood unharmed, his face uneven. The masked swordsman appeared at the door of the inn, holding a bronze sword, and half of a black mask fluttered in the air behind him.

"Xiahou family's swordsmanship, lightning fast sword, you are the fast sword Xiahou Yang." Wei Zhuang's face did not change, word by word, and said indifferently.

"The Guigu faction is really knowledgeable, and even my family heirloom can be seen that Mr. Wei Zhuang has good eyesight." Xia Houyang turned around and took off half of the black cloth covering his face, revealing a cold and rigid middle-aged face with slightly gloomy eyes.

"Oh, how do you know and be sure that I am Wei Zhuang?" Wei Zhuang was a little curious, no one should know his whereabouts, and even the guards who accompanied him didn't know his name.

"I naturally have a way to know, in fact, I appeared here this time to invite Mr. Wei Zhuang, and ask Mr. to join the Qin State Guard Corps and serve the hegemony of the Great Qin World." Xiahou Yang opened his mouth and replied.

"Qin State Guard Regiment, the world's hegemony, you want me to commit myself to be King Qin's dog?" Wei Zhuang said disdainfully.

"Dogs? Mr. Wei Zhuang is too rude to speak, your senior brother Gai Nie has been recruited by King Qin as a personal guard, Mr. might as well think about it carefully. Xiahou Yang listened to Wei Zhuang's sarcasm, and almost scolded, didn't he say that he was also a dog, but for the task of the organization, he still suppressed his anger and shot back.

When Wei Zhuang heard the news, his expression was stunned. Senior brother actually ran to serve as King Qin's personal guard, this is impossible, the battle of Qin and Zhao Changping is no less than the enmity of destroying the country, as a Zhao person, how can senior brother do this. Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang was full of murderous aura and pressed towards Xiahou Yang, and at the same time, his eyes were extremely cold and looked at Xiahou Yang and said, "Impossible."

"Impossible? How is it impossible, Gai Nie is in the Qin State now, why don't you go to the Qin State with me. Xiahou Yang withstood Wei Zhuang's murderous aura and said slightly toughly.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Wei Zhuang was silent, and he suddenly remembered the day when he returned to Guigu after the Battle of Changping, his senior brother once asked him how the world could become too peaceful and happy, and he combined with the Confucian idea of 'royal road' to give an answer: stop the war with war, and unify the world. Perhaps, this is the reason why Senior Brother entered Qin, and he can only think of this seemingly reasonable explanation.

"Qin Guo, I will go, but not to be King Qin's dog." Wei Zhuang figured out the joints and said indifferently again.

"Wei Zhuang, you should know that King Qin's order cannot be refused, otherwise the end will be miserable. Just like the dancing girls here, they didn't know how to correct their identities, and they dared not enter the Qin Kingdom to dance, so I had to give them a ride. ”

"Are you threatening me? Well, it's over, I'll give you a ride. After Wei Zhuang finished speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

"Ah", there was a sound like tearing silk cloth, Xiahou Yang's stunned expression at the door of the inn froze, and he turned around to escape, the bronze sword in his hand was lifted in the air, but a slender red line appeared at the throat and began to slowly ooze blood.

"It's so fast and sharp, it's pure, and there is no regret about dying under it." As soon as the words came out, his body fell to the ground.

Wei Zhuang, who appeared outside the inn, put away his sword, and the moment he stepped into the door, he suddenly saw a bright black and bright spider pattern tattooed on Xiahou Yang's right arm.