Little snowflakes! Little snowflakes!

Small snowflakes under the plane tree

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This tune kept echoing in the ears of the three madmen like a magic spell, even if Xue'er was not by his side now, he was the only one in this huge world! But this tune is like Sun Monkey's mantra, lingering in the ears of the three madmen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The empty snow was white, except for the wolf howl from time to time, which was the "clatter" of the three madmen stepping on the snow.

It is said that Ruixue is a good year, but until now, these three madmen don't think it's a good year at all.

I saw him walking on the road with his head down, pouting, and resentful, regardless of whether the road was right or wrong!

Now he just wants to go back quickly and find Uncle Seventh quickly, he only wants an answer now! That's the answer that the master owes him.

The three madmen began to run wildly, as if they were crazy, even if the road was slippery or wrestling in this snowy day, he didn't care at all, there was only one thought in his heart, that is, to go back quickly.

The seventh uncle was very leisurely at this time, putting the rocking chair under the eaves, lighting the stove, boiling a pot of old wine, and then covering it with a flower quilt! He was still humming an unknown tune in his mouth, like an old fairy.

It's just that this old fairy now looks like an outsider, on the surface! Who cares what happened to the trip of these three madmen to Xiguan! Just care about the joy of the moment.

This time, maybe the lucky thing is that the three madmen didn't break in, disturbing the interest of the seventh uncle!

The gate of the courtyard was wide open in the morning, as if waiting for him to return.

It's just that when people sometimes pretend to be in their hearts, where can they take care of these things? Not to mention the three madmen now.

"Master!" Before he entered the door, he heard the three madmen shouting angrily.

I saw the old man of Uncle Seventh unhurriedly carrying the wine jug and taking a sip.

"Master! Why didn't you tell me early in the morning that the illusions you see would come true, why? Don't tell me anything! Does Cher deserve to die? Do you have to see death and not save it? Master, are you so ruthless? The three madmen rushed in and knelt in the snow crying.

"Muyang! Don't cry yet! Come to the master's side. "I don't know if I drank too much! I saw the seventh uncle lying on the rocking chair with a red face, beckoned and said.

"I'm not going!" The three madmen replied with some stubbornness.

"Come on! Cold in the snow! No matter how angry you are, you have to listen to the master, don't you? The seventh uncle continued to say with a smile.

Seeing that the seventh uncle said this, although the three madmen were reluctant, he was also knowledgeable after all, and he was more or less reasonable, and he sat by the fire obediently.

"Master, you must be talking about something big again!" The three madmen pouted.

"Haha!" The seventh uncle smiled, his face full of wine.

"But Muyang! It's not that the master is telling any big truth. Do you think this river can flow backwards? The seventh uncle asked.

"Master! If I could save one person by turning this river backwards, I would do everything I could to make it flow backwards! The three madmen replied stubbornly.

"If it can really save people! Don't say that you want it to flow backwards, even the teacher wants to make it flow backwards! The seventh uncle took a break and said firmly.

"But the master knew that the illusion would come true, why didn't he tell Muyang?" The three madmen complained.

"Muyang! Do you know what is the hardest part? Uncle Seven did not answer the question of the three madmen, but asked instead.

"The hardest thing is to know the result early in the morning, but don't do anything!" The three madmen said with a little resentment.

"What the master thinks is not the same as yours! The master thinks that the most difficult thing is not to know but not to change, but that you know the result and work hard to change it, but the result is already doomed, Muyang! No one can fight with the sky, let alone win. The seventh uncle said helplessly.

"Master! But you didn't do anything! How do you know that this result will not change, you say that this day will not win, I still don't believe it! Since it allows me Zhang Muyang to see a corner of the future, I don't like it! If you have to change it, what can it do to me? The three madmen shouted loudly with some emotion.

"You can go against the water of this river, but you don't care about the fish of this river? Saving one person against the current, but can't the other thousands of creatures be saved? The seventh uncle said with some excitement.

"All you know is that as long as the fish does not leave the water, it will not die!" The three madmen replied dryly.

"That's it! That's it! It's up to you! Seeing that the three madmen were so stubborn, the seventh uncle also said helplessly.

To say that the seventh uncle is also a little bitter. Helping people have seen countless appearances, and cut off the lifeblood of countless people, if you want the seventh uncle to choose a disciple by himself, it is impossible to become a disciple of the seventh uncle with the character of the three madmen! It is even more impossible to become the heir of this heavenly gate.

There are rules for which line of work and which line of work are not, these people want some disciples who have no desires and no desires! Because this line of work is a profession that leaks heavenly secrets, if he meets a disciple like the Three Madmen, if he sees the future, with his character, everything must go his way! It's just this God's business, where can he let Zhang Muyang have the final say as a mortal.

But these rules and requirements, how can the seventh uncle not know. If you don't say that this fate makes people! This Tianmen also chose this somewhat arbitrary three madmen, if he was younger, this seventh uncle would have scolded his mother angrily! It's just that this person is getting older, and his anger is much smaller.

The bigger the snow moon became, the older and the younger, were silent and didn't speak under the eaves! Each looked thoughtfully at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Squeak!" The sound of the soju ripening broke the deadlock, and he was still a warrior.

"Come on! Warm up with a drink! The seventh uncle picked up the flask and poured a full glass.

As soon as this sake comes out of the pot, the fragrance suddenly overflows, like a wild horse on the loose, without restraint.

The three madmen picked up the wine glass and wanted to say something more, but he swallowed it back when the words came to his mouth.

"Ahh It's so strong! The spicy three madmen stuck out their tongues and said.

"Come again!" The seventh uncle filled him with a glass again.

The three madmen are also considered alcoholics, but they will never drink anymore.

"This wine is the same as life! Lie passed all of a sudden! You can't keep it! The seventh uncle took a sip and said.

"Master, I know what you mean! But he felt bad after drinking too much! He can't let it go! The three madmen said with their hearts covered.

"Since you can't put it down, then pretend! After all, your path must be walked by yourself, and no one else can replace you. The Seventh Uncle sighed! Said meaningfully.

"Thank you, master!" The three madmen saluted their teacher.

The snow is still falling outside the eaves! The eaves are full of wine! The three madmen looked at the falling snowflakes and were a little distracted! It seemed that a little girl with a red face was waving to him......