When he came, the snow outside the house crushed the flag at the door, and he avoided the fallen mast, glanced down at the faint words of Ke Yunlai on the faded red scarf, lowered his hat and pushed the door in.

The house is warm and dry, and it only takes a moment to get rid of the fatigue and cold of trekking in the snow. In such a comfortable place, there is only one person sitting in it.

The man sat at the window in a blue cloth coat and a thin cloak of good texture, with a slight light on his face, and a circle of fluff on the neckline lined his white and translucent face, looking harmless and docile.

Seeing him come in, the man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows almost inaudibly, and refilled the pot he cared for, looking into the distance as if he was seriously appreciating the snow scene outside the window.

He sat down at the table, and did not remove his hat, but a black drape covered his brow, revealing only a well-defined jaw. The lips that were a little white from the cold opened lightly: "Nanshan Yijun, after drinking, he rose up, killed more than 40 mouths of the Li family, took advantage of the drunkenness to go, ran ten miles at night, and covered the wind and snow." ”

His voice was extremely cold, with a hint of snow.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't speak, but glanced at him with some surprise, drank the wine in the cup, the corners of his mouth opened the arc, and two shallow pear vortices were faintly visible: "Gongzi, he drew his sword and stained his blood in his life, all of which are chivalrous." ”

He paused, seemed to be extremely unbearable, and coughed with his hand clenched into a fist against his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were full of smiles: "Since you come, you will drink with Xiaosheng first, this matter is not in a hurry?" ”

The visitor's knee-jerked hand caressing the coarse cloth at his side, wrapping the sword, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, making a crisp "ding" sound. He seemed to be pleased by this voice, and his unclear face under the hood could not see the expression, but his tone faded a little colder, and became more casual and arbitrary: "Drink, one last time." ”

The man in Tsing Yi poured himself full, and was about to get up to get a new cup but was stopped by the visitor. I saw him pick up the pot, lift the drape, raise his head and pour a few sips, and quickly put down the hand carrying the drape and put down the pot politely: "The wine has been drunk, take your sword." ”

The man in Tsing Yi was still smiling meekly, and the white fur was wrapped around the side of his face, adding to his illness: "What Jun Yu said, I don't know if it is your last time, or Xiaosheng." ”

The visitor's hand on the sword paused, but it was very restrained between the scabbard and the blade: "Try?" ”

"Respectfully." The man in Tsing Yi happily bent his eyes to look at him, and his light-colored eyes stared straight at the uninvited guests across the table, faintly containing the inexplicable aura of the hunter who was ready to attack.

The long sword, which had been hanging for an unknown amount of time, fell from the top of the visitor's head. The visitor got up without hurry, drew his sword with one hand, and then led his neck to pour the pot, and when he was drunk, he squinted at the person with his sword in his hand: "You go first, I'll go?" ”

The weak aura of the man in Tsing Yi was dissipated, his body rose with murderous intent, and a pair of clear eyes were also deep, and he only stretched out his hand to stop the sword that was picked up, and stood with the sword: "Xiaosheng's wine, send you on the road, you will not lose." ”

The visitor didn't bother to talk, and attacked him with a sword in his hand, and the cold wind outside the window was not heard, only the cold light filled the room. The man in Tsing Yi took the sword and responded, but he walked around as if he was drunk and leaned softly towards the visitor.

The visitor chuckled, and when the dark fragrance came, the sword body rushed away without hesitation.

"I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, and the Heavenly Sect divides and is crazy."

He groaned slowly, did not accept a sword, and then continued his sword qi. The hood occasionally rises in the wind to reveal a vague eyebrow, but it is a smile.

The man in Tsing Yi retreated with a horizontal sword, there was no smile in his eyes, and only his tongue was circled around the roof of his mouth.

The visitor didn't stop, his knuckles tapped the sheath, and the voice started slowly: "I once draped the rain branch wind coupon, and I was tired of leaving clouds to borrow the moon chapter!" ”

The sword is a phantom, and the man is also a shadow. I don't know where Han Feng came from, and he was drunk.

The man in Tsing Yi was drawn with a sword, and he didn't dare to respond easily, and his eyes were also extremely surprised to stare at the person in front of him who seemed to be drunk.

The visitors sang loudly, the wind and snow outside the house also rose, and the negative blade walked vertically, one step at a time.

"Thousands of poems, thousands of wines, how many times have I looked at the Hou Wang."

The song is high. The sword broke through the long wind, and his incredibly clear eyes were revealed under the drape, and the crisp sound of the sheath was also paused, and it was low and graceful, like a tired spring breeze: "The jade building Jin Que is returning lazily, and the plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang." ”

When he stopped with his sword, the door of the house was blown open by the wind. Outside, the mast was blown by the wind and rolled far away. The man in Tsing Yi sat in the chair in front of the window, maintaining his previous casual drinking posture, but blood poured down his sleeves, winding bright red.

Visitors don't look away from the unwilling eyes of the people in Tsing Yi. He only stretched out his hand to lower the blown hat, put the sword into the sheath, and politely hugged his fist: "Thank you for your hospitality, wine is good wine." When he wanted to step out of the door, he looked back at the man in Tsing Yi with extremely playful eyes, and his voice with a touch of snow was also smiling.

"I'm a first-class swordsman, Jun, at most a third-rate and a half."

The girl in the white dress stood outside the door and took the sword in his hand, with a sweet smile on her face: "Childe, is there really anyone in this world who is more powerful than you?" ”

It seems that no matter how tricky the murderer is, it is only a matter of time before he is solved under the sword of the eagle.

The duck reached out and gently pinched the white nose: "Opponent, not for the time being." Why don't you worry that I'm going to lose and put your life in the hands of someone else? ”

"Didn't Childe say that there is no opponent!" Bai Wanwan raised her head: "Besides, Gongzi took over the list of officials to kill people to support me, if someone really wants to hurt Gongzi, I will definitely die in front of Gongzi." ”

The displeasure pretended to be angry and pursed her lips: "Can the little girl's family say something nice, what is immortal." ”

Bai Wanwan reached out to hug his arm and shook it: "Okay, okay, Childe is so powerful, he can still make money, and he can support me, so Childe, where are we going next?" ”

The duck raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyebrows softened: "Since you have made enough money, why don't you talk about the marriage between the two of us?" ”

"Marriage...... Marriage? ”

"The little girl doesn't always clamored to marry me, why does she look cowardly now?"

Bai Wanwan covered his face with one hand, and still tugged at his sleeve with the other hand, and his fluttering eyelashes looked very cute: "Then that, after getting married, I can still follow Childe ......"

"Or else? After getting married, you will abandon your family and husband? ”

"No, no, no, I mean, can I still follow Childe to the end of the world?"

He smiled softly: "If you like stability, let's find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to buy a house and settle down." If you like to follow me to the end of the world, we will continue to lead the horse to the sunset of the western mountain. ”

Whether it is the quiet years and watching the flowers bloom in front of the court, or the end of the sword world, it doesn't seem to be of much importance to Bai Wanwan.

As long as you follow him.

No matter where you go, you will no longer feel scared and lonely.