Qingcheng –

At dusk, the snow suddenly and gradually falls, one after another rises like catkins in the wind, falling in this green town, white fine snow flakes and green tiles, it is a beautiful scenery.

"Good wine, great view, nice. ”

A figure slowly walked out of the tavern, dressed in an ordinary gray cotton coat and holding a wine gourd that looked to have been used for some time. I don't know how long it has been since I washed my hair, it's messy as if it could really live as a bird, my face is full of beard I don't know how long it hasn't been shaved, my eyes are as dull as cloudy wine, and my drunken steps are very unsteady, as if I am about to fall down at any moment.

"This group of old guys didn't tell me how to go when they called me over, and Yi Han's ghost boy was too, saying that he would retreat, and he wouldn't even accept his uncle. The sloppy man took a sip of wine and complained to himself, his burly body swayed in the snowy night, and the long sword at his waist that seemed to have not been drawn for a long time also swayed.

It was almost midnight, and another layer of snow had accumulated on the street, and there were no passers-by for a long time, and the sloppy man walked all the way forward in the dimness, and after walking for a long time, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. The man looked back, a thin child who looked like he was only in his early teens had fainted in the snow in the middle of the road, his body was purple from the cold, even if the light was not good in the dim place, the man could clearly see the bruises on the boy's body, the wounds on his legs were not scarred, the blood was still gushing outward, and the thin linen clothes on his body, even if he did not die of excessive blood loss, he could not survive the cold of this night.

The man opened the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, stared at the thin boy who was lying in the snow for a long time, and then turned his head and strode away. I have been practicing outside for many years, and I have seen a lot of such things, and I don't need to help everyone.

The sloppy man thought of this, and quickened his pace again, but he had barely taken a few steps out when he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from behind him, and he instinctively turned back again, it was a rather sturdy wooden carriage, and the carriage was illuminated by two lanterns that illuminated the lavish decoration—at first glance it was clear that it must have come from a large family. The carriage continued to move forward at a rapid pace, without the slightest slowdown, but faster and faster, and in a matter of seconds it had already rushed to the emaciated boy less than five meters in front of him, and the galloping hooves and spinning wheels of the horses seemed to crush the emaciated boy into meat sauce.

A fine snowflake is smaller, even smaller than a soybean.

But in this silent night sky, it was chopped into two, four, and eight petals......

The reins were severed, and the galloping horses were frightened and fled in a hurry on both sides of the road, just past the fainting child.

The wheels were severed, and the speeding carriage lost control, and fell to the side and hit the wall with a loud bang, but it did not hurt the child in the slightest.

"You little baby, how lucky you are. ”

Looking at the fainted child, the sloppy man sighed a lot, let go of the hilt of the sword at his waist, walked over, looked carefully at the fainted thin boy, and then stretched out his strong and powerful hand, and carried the child on his shoulder with one hand. You said slowly:

"Forget it, good people do it to the end. ”

"Who dares to stop my Zhong family's car, do you know who I am?"

From the overturned carriage, a young man in a fancy costume slowly climbed out of the carriage that was about to fall apart, and saw the sloppy man standing in the middle of the road at a glance, and said loudly. But the sloppy man didn't seem to see him at all, and directly ignored him, and the young man in Chinese clothes was even more annoyed when he saw this, as one of the three major families in Qingcheng, how could the young master of the Zhong family ever be treated like this? In a fit of rage, an arrow flew forward and hit the sloppy man.

Feeling a strong air flow coming from behind, but this time the sloppy man didn't look back, only to see his right index finger tremble slightly. The young man in Chinese clothes suddenly felt the cold hair all over his body and stood upside down, and in the next second, he lay on the ground, twitching violently, as if the meridians and bones of his whole body were about to be compressed to pieces.

"Know, or don't know, what?"

The sloppy man turned his head slightly, and glanced at the young man in gorgeous clothes with an expressionless face, at this moment, the eyes in his eyes, which were originally as muddy as Chen Tan's turbid wine, suddenly emitted an incomparably sharp light, like an incomparably sharp sword that had just been unsheathed, piercing the sky in an instant. The pupils of the young man in Chinese clothes suddenly constricted, and his whole body twitched even more, but this time it was not because of pain but because of fear! How could he not know how easy it would be for the person in front of him to really want to kill him, even if his family could avenge himself and die, then everything would be over. Thinking of this, the young man in Chinese clothes put away his past rebelliousness, and said tremblingly with all his strength:

"Rao...... Destiny ......"

"Rubbish, get out!"

The sloppy man glanced at the young man in Chinese clothes who was lying on the ground begging for mercy, with a look of disgust in his eyes, turned his head, and said impatiently. As soon as the words fell, the young man in the Chinese costume felt that the terrifying sense of oppression disappeared, but in the next second, his body was instantly knocked out, hitting the wall more than ten meters away, and passed out directly.

The next day, Qingcheng's famous swinger Ye Zhong Ying was found on the street, disheveled and delirious, and since then this small Qingcheng has another interesting thing to hear. Of course, in addition to this, there is a little town weird after-dinner chatter, about the drunken maniac in the snowy night and the like.