Everything, as if nothing had happened, Ping'an City is still that small city, nothing major happened, and the place of battle outside the city was also wiped out by the old wine with great magical powers.

It's a quiet, peaceful and simple town, and the old man doesn't want it to cause some trouble for both the human race and the demon race.

However, for Song Ren, who was born in a small city, he was in charge alone, and he still gave a very high evaluation of his means and calm mind to kill the injured demon king alone.

Even though it's been a month, they haven't mentioned it again.

Some things can be seen through and not said, Jiu Lao knows the identity of Song Ren's steamed buns, but he has never asked how he can have Yuanshi, how can he understand the Eight Fumen and other series so quickly.

Everyone has secrets, because they don't know, so they can stay curious, and every day is full of fun, and he used to know too much to make him so painful.

Time always flies, and as the first snow falls on Heian Castle, the headlines about him have long since been turned to an unknown page.

The mainland is too big, and there are constant major events every day, and it is already very remarkable that Song Ren's affairs can dominate the list for so long.

It's just that slowly, everyone knows that the author is fine, and gradually they don't mention it, and there are other things that they want to focus on.

Selective forgetfulness is sometimes a kind of protection for the author, there is no need to keep him on the cusp all the time, not to mention that the author himself does not talk much from beginning to end.

It's not interesting for them to stumble around one by one.

Inside Heian Castle?? Song Ren wrapped his furry collar, stretched out his hand, and watched the crystal clear snowflakes swirl and fall on the palm of his hand, turning into a drop of water with a trace of coldness.

Perhaps because of Heian Castle's proximity to the north, this winter came a little early, and overnight, the entire city was dyed white.

The sky is gray, not cold, but it is very quiet, occasionally pedestrians walk by, rustling on the snow, but it is very comfortable, it is estimated that after the snow stops, I don't know how many children on the street have started to play snowball fights.

It has been more than a month since the attack on Boya College, and this month, Song Ren has chosen to take a break and rarely participate in online matters.

Devoted himself to cultivation, and completely cultivated the thunder runes, the eight runes have already obtained three of them, plus the yuan stone that he came back to receive last time, so that he successfully broke through to the late stage of Jindan.

As for the new book, the task of the system has already been arranged, but Song Ren has not opened it for a long time, he is hesitating, what kind of book should be opened in the third book, and finally yesterday, the subject matter was completely determined.

Mr. Wen Yuan's study there has come to an end, I have to say that Song Ren has learned a lot of knowledge, don't look at Mr. Wen Yuan's only potential so far, but Song Ren believes that within one or two years at the latest, he will have a masterpiece.

His writing and ideas are very good, Song Ren, as a student, as a thanks, intentionally or unintentionally mentioned some of the ruined marriage episodes he had seen in the past, so that Mr. Wen Yuan drew inferences from each other and had already made a complete and detailed outline.

And there are also some pirated books or jade discs by other fine authors circulating in Ping'an City, so that Song Ren gradually likes this antique writing style.

Whether it is "Zhu Xian" or "Tomb of the Gods", they all have a cool text, which is very smooth, and even has a bit of a vernacular feeling, one word, cool.

Therefore, in the third book, after thinking about it for so long, Song Ren decided to not only lay the foundation with Shuang, but also highlight and conform to all the matters of this ancient continent.

Therefore, Song Ren chose the part "Sword in the Snow".

He has read this book no less than three times, and the delicate words of Beacon, Hongda's character building, and the continuous plot are still fresh in his memory.

And it mainly tells about the era of temple power struggle and sword intertwining, a dark tide surging on the rivers and lakes.

It's the rivers and lakes he has wanted to go to countless times.

To this day, he still remembers the pinnacle sentence in it: "Heaven does not give birth to me Li Chungang, and the way of the sword is like a long night," what a domineering thing it is, and reading it makes people's blood boil.

Among them, I don't know how many touches, so that he, a big man, couldn't help crying.

"Everyone in the world says that the Beiliang Iron Horse is invincible, but they don't know that there are no children in the ten rooms and nine households in Beiliang."

"If you want rivers and lakes, I'll give you one. If you want the world, I'll give you one. And what about me, I just want a son, do you give it or not? ”

"Great Qin Atmosphere, Beiliang Death Battle!"

Among them, Xu Xiao died, Wen Hua cut off his meridians, and Xu Fengnian's father and daughter met, he cried the most times.

Again, this book is the only one he has read and has firmly remembered at least fifty supporting characters, in addition to remembering the main character.

Xu Xiao, Li Yishan, Lao Huang, Wen Hua, Blue Bird, White Fox Face, Jiang Ni, Wang Xianzhi......

This book seems to be competing for the first place in the rivers and lakes, but in his opinion, Xu Fengnian, who found a small sweet potato, is the first in the world, Hong Xixiang in the south of the Yangtze River is the first in the world, Wang Xianzhi in the city of Emperor Wu is the first in the world, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who invited the ancestors to die, is the first in the world, and Cao Changqing in Tai'an City is also the first in the world.

The word love and meaning runs through the entire rivers and lakes, affecting those big people, small people, big stories, and small stories.

In addition to wanting to use this article as a comparison with other authors' ancient style of writing, Song Ren also wanted to tell everyone about the Terran race, no matter what the results of this book were.

We live in this world, there are things that need to be done, how to do it, and we must have a scale in our hearts.

Stick to our hearts, we have become our true selves, and we will not be in vain in the next life.

Song Ren has already redeemed the book from the system and is ready to start writing tomorrow.

Seeing the wine elder squinting behind the counter, Song Ren looked back and went in, standing at the door, there was always a strange feeling of Lin Chong's Fengxue Mountain Temple.

Sitting in front of the charcoal fire, the green ant wine burned on the small tandoor, which was not very spicy and had a sweet taste.

Song Ren likes to drink very much, and according to the old man, a person who can't drink is not a good man.

Song Ren suddenly remembered a previous poem, poured a glass of steaming wine, and laughed: "Green ant new wine, red clay small stove." If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? ”

As soon as he stretched out his arm, holding the steaming wine glass, he pointed out the door, and soon he was stunned, and the smile on his face gradually put away.

Ignoring the old wine man scolding him dreamily for his 'sour Confucian verses', he slowly got up and trembled his hand holding the wine glass.

The snow was falling, and a woman wearing a fox fur came from the snow, came to the door, looked at Song Ren sitting in front of the stove, and smiled like a flower

"Hey!"