At midnight in the Chinese New Year's Eve, Mu Qingyang pulled out a long shadow on the street alone, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, most of the people who fired the guns had already gone home, looking at the lights gradually extinguishing in every household, he couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness.

He had done this a long time ago, but it had been so long, so long that he had almost forgotten it, so when this feeling hit him again, he was very uncomfortable.

"Boy, this kind of day is actually lonely on the road? Don't you go home......"

A man suddenly spoke, but Mu Qingyang, who was passing by, was startled.

"Who?"

"Just like you...... A boring idler. Young people, meeting is fate, come over for a drink? ”

A short haired, red face, slender and slender Danfeng eyes were half-squinted, the thick eyebrows were stretched out a little lazy, and he was dressed in a thick mink fur fur, but he half-leaned and half-lay down in the corner of the wall without any concern. Not far from him was a charcoal stove, a roast chicken was inserted on an iron frame, beef and peanuts were placed around the fireside, and the steaming wine jug in the clay pot made a gurgling sound, and a strong aroma came to his nose......

"Dude, I'm so interested!" Mu Qingyang sat down unceremoniously as soon as he picked up his clothes, reached out and picked up the wine glass.

"Boy, you're arrogant!" The man's eyes lit up, and he swept over the young man opposite like lightning, reached out and dragged a chicken leg and threw it over, and he also ripped off a piece of chicken breast and chewed it, raised the wine jug in his hand and said loudly: "!" ”

"Hah! Good wine......"

Raising his head and drinking the wine, a warm stream of heat poured into his heart and lungs, Mu Qingyang only felt that his heart was open, and he couldn't help but praise.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon! Boy, come again! ”

"Good!"

When the wine reached the dry of the glass, the two of them lit up the bottom of the glass at the same time, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Happy...... Again! But the two drunkards had a very tacit understanding, constantly raising their glasses and drinking, and from time to time they sang or danced wildly......

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

"Oh...... Knight's Walk! A good sentence is a good sentence, and it can be accompanied by wine...... I'm coming too! Hearing Mu Qingyang's song, the man was not to be outdone, the chopsticks knocked on the fireside, and the sound of gold and iron raised his glass: "Drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp." Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

"Good! Sure enough, it was the hero who was pitiful and white in the twilight...... "Mu Qingyang laughed, and he even learned to knock the stove loudly!"

"Why sigh, dude? Don't you hear that Xin You'an still has a good word and has also said...... Through the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhong is looking for a solution. The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind. The grass and trees in the slanting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane slaves once lived. Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia was hastily, sealed the wolf Juxu, and won the Canghuang Beigu. Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon Yangzhou Road. can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum. Who asks, Lian Po is old, can he still eat? ”

The man laughed loudly, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Do you know the killing song?" ”

"Isn't it the work of that enemy saint?"

"Yes, since you know, come, come, come...... Sing with me! The two of them struck the furnace, and the fire slammed up, and before they knew it, they actually transported the demonic power out at the same time, and the raging fire burst out a red flame several feet high, illuminating the surroundings brightly......

"Yanhuangdi, many heroes, with one enemy and a hundred people are not afraid. People are not cowardly, the enemy will be bloody, look at the blood of my Chinese man.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron. Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision. The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China. Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves. Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu words, and do easy water farewell. The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut. And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow. The iron ship went straight down to Sydney Bay and broke through the night of the North Sea with one shot.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han is like Zhongtian. Fight for 100,000 heroes, vow to paint the world with Chinese colors, and when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine and get drunk with the bright moon.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand. Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly. Immortal karma is all in killing. In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp, galloping around the world, only boasting about swords and guns. If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain. You don't see it, the erection of the Confucian bee raises the strong man to die, and Shenzhou has praised benevolence and righteousness since then.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept. I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit. Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage. Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh. Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks. Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love. Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back. The god was tired and slept, and the battle horn suddenly blew. Simon said goodbye to his mother, but his mother was not sad. The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return.

Killing the world, the tragedy shocked the underworld. Kill one person in three steps, and your heart stops. The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy. In the dream, there is still murder, and the smile is bright. Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man fierce?

In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were exclusive to harming people, and morality has never been true. You don't see, the lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, who has pity for the poor elk?

The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain. Jun Xiu asked, men have their own men.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand. Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf. If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart. Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents. There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

The male is the hero, the road is different, and he sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but he makes this life heroic.

Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.

It is better to teach ten thousand people to grit their teeth and hate, and not to teach nothing to scold my name.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

My generation is a hot-blooded man, but can the present people lose to the ancients? How many years has it been? How generous!

Let the Son build for me, and I will sing for the Son.

Beckoning to the seaside gulls, look at the cloud dream in my chest, how about the mustard close?

Chu Yue waited for idle ears, and there was turmoil in the liver and gallbladder.

Life matters, heaven pays, and whirling. Several people looked at each other and smiled drunk. Seeing that the floating clouds have passed, I am afraid of the years, and I throw it away. Persuade the son and hold the candle, for the good spring...... Hahahahaha!! ”

"Not bad...... Unexpectedly, we met in Pingshui and became bosom friends? The two of them raised their glasses at the same time and slammed them lightly, and laughed at the same time!

This scene of wine was very enjoyable, Mu Qingyang only felt that the anger in his chest was completely released, and it was swept away as the wine rose......

"Dude, it's dawn!"

Pointing to the white belly of the fish on the horizon, Mu Qingyang burped and staggered to his feet.

"It's dawn? It turned out that it was already this time...... Boy, thanks to you drinking and having fun with me, I didn't waste this good night......" The man also stood up drunkenly, swept aside the stove and empty wine jug and chicken bones that had long been extinguished with a wave of his sleeves, and hugged his fists at Mu Qingyang: "Brother, goodbye!" ”

"Goodbye, goodbye!"

The two of them twisted and said goodbye to each other, until they walked out of the distance, Mu Qingyang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked the man's place in a loud voice: "Haven't you asked what the old man is called?" ”

In the distance, where there was no shadow for a long time, Lang Lang replied: "Bai Qi!" ”

"Black ...... Black Mountain Old Demon? The former suddenly sobered up halfway from his wine.

"Hey...... You ......" Mu Qingyang raised his hand to stop the other party, but hesitated again.

"Forget it...... Alas, I really didn't know each other for a long time! Mu Qingyang smiled bitterly and shook his head, in fact, even if he knew just now that this was the goal he had been pursuing, I am afraid that he might not necessarily make a move?

It seems that he really underestimated the heroes of the world!

Who said that the devil is not a hero?

This Bai Qi is one of my generation, but unfortunately it is destined to be the opponent who wants you to live and die next time we meet, I just hope that I can make a ruthless move then......

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On the top of the West Mountain, Rong Dai leaned on an old tree with a crooked neck, crossed her feet and asked Bai Qi: "Brother Black Mountain, what do you think of this eldest young master?" ”

"It's a man...... It's a little more heroic than back then! However, it's a pity that we are not all the way...... Otherwise, in this troubled world, there will inevitably be another turbid man's husband! Bai raised his neck and put a pot of liquor into his stomach, and then stroked his palms and laughed.

"Stinky man, just invite someone to drink, but don't say a lesson to teach this kid a lesson, and vent his anger for others?" Glancing at the white man under the tree, Rong Dai pursed her mouth unwillingly.

"Rong Dai, you are also a person with a lot of disciples and grandchildren...... Don't be so careful, okay? Look...... Look, you can hang my flask on that mouth! Bai Qi didn't care, but said with a smile and teasing.

"Humph!"

Simply turning her head, Rong Dai simply gave Bai Qi the back of her head and refused to speak again.

At the foot of the mountain, densely packed with guards in iron armor, one by one, their faces are sinking like water, holding Changge, the yin wind in the phalanx, the horse's hooves of the rangers Xiao Xiao brings up the dust and smoke, the stars hold the moon and a black flag is raised high, the blood-red banner flutters with the wind, and the four big ancient seals are written in the moonlight, which is exactly - "Black Mountain White Rise"!

"Report ...... Lord, my department has been fully assembled! A skinny and sturdy pawn rushed over and fell to one knee and shouted a shout.

"Good! So has the barrier of the Yin and Yang Realm been opened? ”

"Report, it's about to be opened, thirty-five Yin Souls have been put into the front and back, and now the final sacrifice is being put in!"

"Okay, Rong Dai...... Come down the hill with me! ”

Taking the lead, Bai Qi took Rong Dai to the bottom of the mountain with a meteor, and countless soldiers immediately dismounted and knelt on one knee: "I've seen the lord!" I've seen grandma! ”

Bai Qi solemnly took the golden crown handed over by his subordinates and put it on his head, the wind suddenly rolled up under his feet, flying sand and stones, and the terrible soul roared and entwined up, the wide black robe rose with the wind, and countless strange faces appeared on the body that looked strong, and they seemed to be struggling out of the body all the time, but they only slightly raised their faces clearly, like swimming embellishments, rippling one after another on Bai Qi's body.

The tall black chariot was pulled over by forty or fifty strong men shouting trumpets, its base was shaped like a tiger with two wings on its back, on the back of the tiger was a golden throne, hundreds of sharp and snowy swords, which were carefully inlaid above the backrest into a circle of radiating rings, but under the feet was a pair of long fangs of the tiger's head stretched forward, the tiger's claws were bent on all fours, and the left and right rows of wheels were hidden inconspicuously, and there were more than a dozen pairs!

"Rong Dai, get in the car!"

Bai Qi first boarded the chariot and sat on the throne, Rong Dai also lazily sat on the armrest at this time, one hand gently wrapped around his right arm, and the two of them looked at each other together......

At the foot of the mountain is a piece of abandoned vacant land with dozens of acres, surrounded by fences and ruined walls, this is the tourist area planned as an area to be developed, the original building has already been demolished and leveled over the ground for three or four years, the follow-up project has not started because of the lack of funds, but now it has become a school field for white military training. This was originally a battlefield in the past, and I don't know how many bones have accumulated in the depths of the ground under my feet, and the heroic souls who have died on the battlefield in the past dynasties have not dispersed......

Not far away, a pair of black flags were unfurled on a tall altar, forming a wide flag gate on the left and right. The black fog in the flag gate was filled, and a black and white road under his feet was extending in, only to see a small school holding a sharp blade in his hand, neatly cutting off the head of the last black figure in front of him, shaking his hand and throwing the head and wreckage into the flag gate, the black ghost immediately dispersed into wisps and melted in, and those black fogs became more and more intense. Finally, there was a loud explosion in the flag gate, as if a flood had come out of the gate, and the thick black fog instantly shrouded this place together with Bai Qi and the other three army columns, and the black clouds were full of mist and mist at all......

With the passage of time, at this time, the golden light of the rising sun on the horizon has gradually climbed over, approaching little by little along the border, seeing the sunlight passing by like rolling soup and pouring snow, the boundless black fog immediately melted down quickly, and the empty field was gradually revealed, but Bai Qi and the others who were swallowed up in it were gone, and even the chariot, flag gate or something, all disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared at all, and they couldn't even see a trace of it?