(PS: It's the New Year.,It's been a busy few days.,It's going to be busier when I go back to my hometown tomorrow.,The update will be very unstable these days.,I hope you'll forgive me.,I'll try to update.,The normal update should be around the seventh day of the new year.。 Thank you for your support this year, from "Book Sword Chang'an" to "Zangfeng", I will work harder next year, strive to speed up from two to three, and finally wish you all a happy new year!)

The trip to Yanzhou was temporarily stopped.

Because of Mr. Wei's words, and because after that, Ning Zhumang confirmed the authenticity of these words.

"Veins fail, breath is disordered, life will be extinguished, and life will be burned. This is what Ning Zhumang said to Xu Han when he walked out of Mr. Wei's room.

At that time, Ning Zhumang's face was pale and difficult to see the extreme expression, but Xu Han couldn't doubt the authenticity of the matter.

But he still felt lost.

It all came too suddenly.

It's as if the middle-aged man was still babbling in his ear at the last moment: "Xiao Han... Xiao Han... Xiao Han..."

And at this moment, someone told you that he only had three days to live.

The contrast between the two gave birth to an indescribable sense of unreality.

It was as if it was all just a nightmare, and he wanted to wake up, only to find himself trapped inside.

You can't escape, you can't take a step, and you can't break free.

......

Chu Qiuli woke up on the second day.

Xu Han, who had been with him beside the bed, was already drowsy, and Xuan'er and the exclamations woke him up.

He walked quickly to the middle-aged man's side, wanting to inquire about his condition.

But the middle-aged man grinned at him with a pale face, "Xiaohan, I want to drink." ”

Chu Qiuli was already forty years old, with a thick beard on his face, but he said such a thing to Xu Han in an almost coquettish tone, if it was usual, Xu Han could only reward him with a roll of the eyes.

But at this time, Xu Han nodded happily after being slightly stunned.

So early in the morning, under the stunned gaze of Yan Chu and others, Xu Han and the middle-aged man left the inn and went straight to the best tavern in Wuzhou Town.

Before the guys at the hotel could finish cleaning up the mess left by the drinkers yesterday, they ushered in Chu Qiuli and Xu Han.

Dahan ordered a large table of dishes familiarly, ordered a few jars of wine, and then threw a ingots borrowed from Yan Chop on the table.

In this meal, the two drank from the bright sun to the early lights, and from the crowd to the Liao people.

The drinkers in the tavern came and went, and Chu Qiuli's wine glass stopped.

Chu Qiuli was a chatter, even at this time, he did not change, he drank wine while chattering in Xu Han's ear.

He said that wine is a knife that pierces the intestines, and it can cut through eternal sorrows.

He said that his master liked to drink, and his brother also liked to drink, and now he was the only one who could continue to drink, so he wanted to drink their share together.

He said that he and she were the only ones left to rob the Holy Gate, and there was no right way to go, and she had taken the wrong way, and he had taken the road of death. It's all the end of the road, and it's also a strange road.

He said that there are many immortals in the world, all of whom want to live forever, but they don't know that the road to heaven has long been blocked, and stealing the Holy Gate is not the first lesson from the past, nor will it be the last.

He said a lot, some of which Xu Han could understand, and some of which he couldn't, but he wrote them all down.

Not only his words, but also his drunken and hazy face at the moment.

......

On the second day, Chu Qiuli found Xu Han again.

He licked his face, a little shy and a little impatient, and said, "Xiaohan, I want to listen to music." ”

Without hesitation, Xu Han found Yan Shu again and borrowed some money.

Then he led Chu Qiuli to find the best green building in Wuzhou Town, opened the best wing room, and called the girls who were the most beautiful and sang the best songs in this building.

This journey was not peaceful, Chu Qiuli's body was obviously much worse than yesterday, his face was pale and almost bloodless, and his steps were obviously not as light as yesterday.

But when he sat on the soft couch in the box, the big man still showed a pleasant smile on his face.

At that time, the girls went to the door of the room, dressed in bright makeup, red or white or purple light veils, the crispy flesh on their breasts held high, and their arms as white as mutton fat and jade were exposed.

It's quite a beautiful sight.

But when Chu Qiuli saw these women, his face suddenly fell.

"No! no!" he shouted, "Tsing Yi, I want Tsing Yi!"

Perhaps it was the mad look of the big man that frightened these girls, and they were stunned one by one.

"Change to Tsing Yi. Xu Han, who was sitting on the side, did not move, and put an ingots on the wooden table beside him.

The women suddenly came back to their senses, and their eyes were attracted by the ingot.

"Hurry up if you want, Wuzhou Town is not the only one of you. Xu Han said lightly at that time.

Hearing this, all the women turned their faces and hurriedly walked out of the room, and walked back after about a hundred breaths, and the clothes on their bodies were changed into beautiful green shirts.

Chu Qiuli looked at the women while drinking wine, and the women seemed to understand that only by serving the sloppy man in front of them could they get the ingot, so when Chu Qiuli's eyes came, they all straightened their chests, wanting to attract the other party's attention.

"It's not like... It's not like that..."Chu Qiuli shook his head.

"Then do you want to change one?" asked Xu Han.

Hearing this, the women were terrified.

"Forget it..."Chu Qiuli shook his head with interest, "Let's sing the song..."

But a few of them looked at each other a little, as if they couldn't grasp Chu Qiuli's thoughts.

"Come one by one, sing what you are best at. Seeing this, Xu Han said at that time.

The women hesitated for a moment, but someone still took a step under the temptation of the ingot.

"The flowers are deep in the floor, and the painting curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft. Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is tender and tender, and the weeping poplar is shallow. Late days to promote flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm. ”

The woman's voice is soft, the rhythm is also appropriate, and the starting tone of the song "Water Dragon Yin" is at a medium and upper level.

But Chu Qiuli shook his head at that time, "No, no, change one!"

"If you are like a cloud in the sky, you are like a bird in the clouds, relying on each other, reflecting the sun and the wind. ”

"If you are in the water of the lake, you are like a flower in the heart of the water..."

Another woman sang lightly, but Chu Qiuli slammed the wine glass in his hand at that time, and scolded: "It's not right!!!

......

So three or four women sang in a row, but they were all vetoed by Chu Qiuli one by one.

The look on the face of the big man went from dissatisfaction to anger, from anger to loss...

"None of them right, none of them..."

"Nobody can sing her... No one can sing her..."

He muttered to himself, wanting to drink, but found that the wine glass in his hand had already been broken by him, so he could only reach out and pick up the wine jar beside him, and drank it up.

Those women were finally dismissed by Xu Han, and only Xu Han and Chu Qiuli were left in the door of Nuoda.

The door was eerily quiet.

The big man looked at the wine glasses that he had smashed all over the ground, and then looked at the young man in front of him.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the table beside him, again and again, in a strange rhythm.

"The moon is bright in the sky, and the Shiba Inu in the field is barking. ”

"There are flowers blooming in the South Mountain, and there are fish fat in the North River. ”

"You painted your eyebrows and covered the red candle tears..."

"You say that the homeland is beautiful, but how beautiful the homeland is..."

"It's not as good as the puddle of water in your eyes..."

Chu Qiuli sang Xu Han's unknown ballad in his hoarse voice.

Such a tender tune is obviously not suitable for Chu Qiuli's rough voice, but the inexplicable Xu Han feels that this tune is very compatible at this time.

So he wrote it down again, including the tears that fell from the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes when he was singing...

......