In the harsh winter, the bitter north wind forcibly crossed the Yanshan Mountain and ravaged both sides of the Songjiang River. Half of the winter has not been willing to fall for a long time, but the strong wind is more and more fierce day by day, rolling up the sand and dust of Yanbei, blowing to cover the sky.

Twilight is approaching, and there are several light red lines piercing through the dark clouds in the gray sky, half dark, half bright, half hidden and half hidden. On the ice of Songjiang, the sand and soil mixed with blood stained half of the river's surface were smeared. The sound of shouting, screaming, and angry scolding was mixed with the sound of the blades colliding, making people turn on their backs, and it was unbearable to see.

The slender young man dressed in the white fox danced a long flaming whip to the sound of hunting, and the range of the whip was either death or injury. His body is very peculiar, and his feet seem to be chaotic but always make people feel erratic and difficult to figure out.

"Since you stained my clothes, you have to pay for it!" The children's voice has not faded, and there is a little stubbornness in the thin anger. Under the big snow and white cloud brocade, whether it is clothing or embroidery, it is extraordinary. It's a pity that it is stained with blood, like an injured white fox, scarlet.

The person who was locked under the whip by him was unwilling, and he still couldn't escape from his whip net when he rushed left and right, and he resorted to a lose-lose move in horror, blindly attacking, just trying to seize the opportunity.

The young man in white casually let him struggle, looked at the robe on his body in annoyance and whispered: "The first time I wore it, I made it like this, and when I go back, I will be read to death by Coral." ”

A volley slashed over, and it was now at the front door. He frowned and shook the soft whip, the tip of which curled the wrist of the knife-wielding man as if it had eyes. The sharp blade on the tip of the whip pierced through the skin to the bone, and after a scream, he hurriedly dodged half of his body and dodged the knife that had escaped.

fell down, and immediately a pair of attacks came up, one left and one right.

The strong man who was blocked by him and was badly injured was very young, and when he saw someone attacking again, he was busy and weakly reminded: "Be careful! ”

I saw the white-robed young man throw out a soft whip and wrap it around the person on the left, kicking a weapon on the ground and attacking the one on the right.

Even so, the form is not good. The strong men have suffered heavy casualties, and there are not many left.

Just after the white-robed young man finished the two people who were bessieging him, a son with a brocade hat and a mink fur came out of the group. He held the sword in one hand, and his thick eyebrows rose lightly, quite pretentious.

"With Young Master Luo's current situation, why bother to send each other away? Xiao Wang, I just went to your Locke's Horse Farm and walked casually, so I don't have to wait so hard? "Although he is good-looking, he always makes people feel uncomfortable.

The white-robed young man smiled lightly on his lips, and when the boy got closer, the soft whip in his hand suddenly flew over.

The eyes of the son of the brocade hat and mink fur swelled with greed, and he stared at the soft whip of the white-robed young man and said: "Give the soft whip in your hand, Xiao Wang will do good deeds and accumulate virtue today, and spare you from death!" ”

The white-clothed young man, who was always smiling, rubbed his body with slightly squinted eyes at this time, and the fiery red soft whip was infused with internal force, like a long snake with a spit core, with an incomparable flame, murderous.

The martial arts of the boy in brocade are not weak, and he relies on the strength of the crowd to besiege the white-robed youth league in the middle.

The white-robed young man was dwarfed by the crowd of enemies, rushing left and right, and gradually fell to the downside. No matter how brave he is, he is still a teenager; Even if you kill the red eye, you still have more than enough heart and not enough strength.

"Xiao Wang is so good at discussing and calculating, but you don't listen, if you have to send yourself to death, then Xiao Wang has to reluctantly accept your dog's life!" The brocade boy's sword had already attacked in front of him, and the white-robed young man was entangled, and he was about to be pierced through the heart by his sword.

At the last moment, a woman whispered: "Which one gave you the guts of the dog, who is so ashamed?" ”

The person who came was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, wearing a silver-red woven gold satin suit, wearing a thick silver and red fox collar, with a slender figure and very glamorous. She grabbed the brocade-clothed boy's sword, and instantly caught up with him, forcing him away from the white-robed boy.

The white-robed young man who had lost his strength was caught by a tall and thin young man who appeared at some point. He wore a black coarse coat, but he wore a good black fox ear hat, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips and starry eyes, and his inconspicuous outfit could not hide his dignity. But there is a burst of frost and cold air that seems to leak out of the bones, rejecting people for thousands of miles.

No one noticed where he came from or when.

"Ning Wangfu is too greedy!" The voice of the rough boy was quenched with frost and snow, and it had the magic of frostbite.

The two people who appeared out of thin air brought back the already declining situation. The white-robed young man stood in front of the young master of the Luo family to meditate and breathe, and there was a faint fire on the south bank of the river coming to the river.

The one who calls himself the little prince is the eldest son of Lucheng Ning Wangfu, Chu Xu. About twenty-four or five years old, he was arrogant, with some frivolity at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he damaged his skin.

Since Chu Xu had the courage to come to Songjiang Mansion to provoke, he naturally brought enough manpower. Originally, Luo Peng was already like a bag, and he couldn't wait for reinforcements, and people's hearts were in turmoil; He was complacent, ready to kill him and then quickly, but he didn't want to be disturbed by a white-robed young man, and he was suddenly furious.

The white-robed young man not only saved Luo Peng, but also damaged many of his own manpower, and he couldn't help but be angry in his heart. Fighting as a team, when they were about to take it, suddenly there were two young masters; At this time, he saw the fire on the south bank again, and he was even more angry, and said with words: "Nameless junior, are you afraid that Xiao Wang will seek revenge in the future?" ”

The rough fur boy replied coldly, "You and I will meet sooner or later, and you will know then!" ”

Seeing that the fire was approaching, Chu Xu didn't dare to fight, and ordered: "Withdraw!" ”

The glamorous woman pressed her palm against Luo Peng and slowly instilled internal force into his body. After a while, he woke up quietly.

The show ended, and the two light figures, one white and one red, quickly disappeared into the night.

"Young master, the head of the Luo family sent a family master order, show it to you?" A beautiful woman dressed in silver red smiled with her eyebrows open.

The one who is respected as the young master is the young man in the white robe, and his body has not yet grown.

"Yanran, the thank you you said shouldn't be what this young master thinks?" The young man glanced at the beautiful woman and said, "Are you sure you didn't fake it?" ”

Yanran smiled, "Anyway, it's your young master now, we have done him such a big favor, and it is also appropriate to receive some thanks!" She blinked her beautiful eyes, "Besides, you sacrificed your life to save Luo Peng, the eldest son of the Luo family, who is the future head of the Luo family." ”

"In that case, you can take it first!" The young man wrapped the big one tighter, "You go back and take a look at a few of them first, this young man will dig up that thing himself, and then he will come to look for you." ”

"Obey the young master's order!" The glamorous woman agreed, and ran away without a trace.

Luo Peng couldn't have imagined that Luo Jiabao was helped by the young man in white today to avoid the disaster of annihilation, but since then, there have been countless days of blackmailing by him.

"Thank you Shaoxia for coming to the rescue today, if he has a place for the Locke family in the future, please just ask!" Luo Peng's breath was unsteady, and he struggled to thank the back of the rough fur boy.

He didn't know that today's promise really did the rough boy a big favor later, which is a later story.

On the official road, a white shadow swept past the rough fur boy. If it weren't for the darkness, the speed of that white shadow would definitely make people think that their eyes were glazed.

The white shadow walked silently, not smelling the breath, only the clothes and the wind.

His always calm temperament was aroused a little curious, and this kind of light body exercise was not below him. On a whim, he turned around and unfurled the 'wild song' and chased away.

The white-robed young man held a wine jar more than half a foot high, and blew into the only inn in Songyuan Town like a gust of wind.

"Shopkeeper, cook a river fish, and fry two plates of side dishes!" The boy still has a childlike voice, crisp and crisp.

He put the wine jar in his arms on the table, and circled around the table twice, biting his fingers and tilting his head to look at it, and staring at him with his waist crossed, looking very funny.

The young man served the dishes one by one, and he was still staring at the jar of wine in a daze. Just as the young man turned to look at him again, he suddenly slapped his palm on the mouth of the altar, shattered the mud seal, tore off the rope, lifted the seal, and poured out most of the bowls.

The young man was startled, and took several steps back before he stood still. When I looked at it again, the smile on the lips of the white-robed young man was very naughty. The shopkeeper looked curiously across the counter, and saw a cloud of light blue smoke rising from the bowl, which was held at the mouth of the bowl for a long time.

The young man picked up the bowl, and a clear smell of wine like snow dispersed half of the room. He brought the bowl close to his lips and took a sip, frowning, and slowly rolling the wine over the base of his tongue and into his throat.

After a while, he giggled and drank the rest of the wine in his bowl in one gulp.

The rough fur boy raised his internal strength to the extreme, but still couldn't catch up with the white shadow. He stopped outside the town and entered the only inn in Songyuan Town with a slight pity.

There was only an elegant young man drinking alone in the inn, and at this time he had exhausted his killing intent and had a lazy breath. The body is still wrapped in the white fox stained with blood, dotted with blood stains, like the red plum that blooms on the branches at the end of winter, bewitching and pure, with a faint cold fragrance and shallow alienation.

The rough fur boy was sure at a glance that this person was the white shadow he had just chased.

The young man in white was already a little drunk, and the dishes on the table did not move. He drank three bowls of wine in a row, and his cheeks, which were as white as egg green, were slightly flushed, like the color of peach blossoms in spring.

He didn't know that a person would be so 'beautiful' after drinking! The rough fur boy was startled by the two words that suddenly popped up in his heart, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, just to look at the color on his cheeks.

"Please, drink!" The young man in white pulled the rough fur boy standing at the entrance to the table, poured a bowl of wine and stuffed it into his hand, tilted his head slightly and said arrogantly: "This young master has been waiting for three years, and today for the sake of your help, you are cheaper!" ”

The fragrance of wine emanated from the mouth of the bowl, and the white-robed young man drank it all by himself, adding two points of drunkenness, and looked at the rough fur young man with a smile.

The rough boy stared at the extra wine bowl in his hand, looked at the blue smoke in the bowl, and drank it close to his lips.

"Is it good?" The white-robed young man's lacquered eyes were full of anticipation.

The rough fur boy never gets close to people, he has a cold temperament, and he is old and young. At this time, he looked at the white-robed young man's eyes like two deep pools, and he was slightly moved, "Well, does this wine have a name?" ”

"Hee-hee, Linjiang Immortal!" The white-robed young man's face was a little more colorful, better than a peach petal, as delicate as a plum. He poured another bowl and handed it over, "This wine is not easy to come by, I picked the unique swallow grass of Yanshan, the sorghum of the Northern Desert, and distilled it with the water of the ice spring." He looked at the rough fur boy proudly, "This ice spring water is extremely rare, and it is cold to the bones, and it needs to be distilled and buried under the ice and snow for three years to slowly release the cold, and then you can enter the mouth." ”

The white-robed young man leaned on the table and muttered: "This is the first time this son has made wine, for the sake of you who know the goods, this son invites you to drink ten new wines......" His eyes were closed, and all his breath was collected.

Most of the remaining Linjiang immortals in a jar fell into the belly of the coarse fur young man, and he fell drunk on the table. This is the first time he has drunk in seventeen years, and I don't know if it is because the wine is easy to get drunk, or the color on the white-robed young man's face is more intoxicating.

Before midnight, the snow that I had been waiting for for a whole winter suddenly came.

The swan-like flakes of snow flew wildly, and the wind roared, mixed with the sand grains. The sky is not the sky, the earth is not the earth, and the eyes can not reach it, and they are all white.

Overnight, Matsue Prefecture was half buried by heavy snow. In ordinary houses, the snow has no windows; Houses that are low or in disrepair, occasionally collapsing and silently buried under the snow, killing and injuring many people.

The city was full of weeping.

The rough fur boy slept for two days and two nights, and did not wake up until the afternoon of the third day. Remembering the events of that night, he hurriedly dressed and went downstairs. The shopkeeper told him: "Childe, after you got drunk, a very beautiful woman came and took the little boy away. ”

His eyes sank slightly, and a trace of yearning for the rivers and lakes suddenly appeared in his heart.

In the spring of the following year, he won the civil and military champion alone, and became famous for a while. Since then, he has been far away from the trace of yearning for the rivers and lakes in his mind, and he is no longer himself, everything is closely related to the survival of Dongchu.