Although it is a deserted temple, it is equipped with pen and ink, as if it was left by the signatory.

Xiaobai turned into a human form, didn't know where to pull out a booklet, and turned the ink again, and recorded something seriously.

I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "I'm writing a travelogue." Do you know the travelogue? In the future, no matter who is famous in this travelogue, no matter which one becomes the idol of thousands of girls and boys, I, the author of the book, will be famous by the way, and then the book will be popular throughout the Central Plains, so that I can make a lot of money if I own the copyright. When the time comes, the book I write will be a celebrity biography. Not only that, but when I become a famous writer, there will be countless chivalrous women who hope to make a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes, begging me to write a biography for them, and my name on the title page of the biography is a kind of propaganda, and I have to pay for it. ”

I said, "You're thinking so far. But if people are famous themselves, why do you need to promote it?"

"It's the kind of money that is made by people who are well-known and want to be famous, you don't understand. This is called packaging, do you know packaging? Only with packaging can there be an image, and only with an image can there be fame. If they are famous, I will use their stories to write novels one after another, and for his own fame, my books are all hot sellers. Like the city lord, you always know the city lord, does he need publicity? No. He is in the martial arts and has become a kind of legend. ”

"What legend?"

"Legend has it that the lord of Biancheng, Xuan Gongzi, is not only outstanding, intellectual, gentle and elegant, he is a mystery in the mystery, a legend in the legend, he is hidden behind the scenes, and has mastered the economic lifeline of the entire martial arts. ”

My eyelids jumped and I said, "Why do you faintly smell a copper smell.....

"What a copper smell, the city lord is my idol. The city lord is so famous, but he rarely shows up on the rivers and lakes. How many people want to see his true face, and now there are several versions of his portrait circulating on the rivers and lakes. ”

I smiled.

"I've heard that the lord of the city has taken a wife. I actually missed the city lord's wedding!" Xiao Bai was heartbroken and said, "Brother, when I finish leading the way for you, I will go back to Biancheng to see what the city lord's wife looks like." ”

I laughed silently in my heart, how she would feel if she knew one day that the lady of the castle lord she wanted to see was close at hand.

I didn't bother and just said, "Okay." ”

Xiao Hei listened to me joking with Xiao Bai, and his eyes glanced over lightly.

Xiaobai said again: "I will take the reward you promised me." ”

I'll still say yes.

She happily bowed her head and studied her pamphlet. But after a while, he sighed again and said, "I want to write today's story." Brother, you really said that you want to make friends with someone, but you haven't asked for that person's name today. Do you know the names of the people we meet today?"

I said, "Didn't you inquire before? Do you know his name?"

Xiaobai flipped through her pamphlet and said: "Jimo Lingyuan, known as "Thrilling in the Snow", has a saber called "Step Injury". Don't look at me, I've heard it on the road before. ”

I wanted to ask Xiaobai if she knew the story of the flower, but when I thought back to Xiaobai, it was Xiaobai who told me that the flower could come back to life, and I think she shouldn't have known.

I said, "Can you see what you've written?"

She handed it over and said, "These essays are all materials I have worked hard to collect, and they are my most precious treasures. ”

I took it and opened the first page, and there was a line written on it, "Neither bego nor perish, neither constant nor continuous, neither one nor different, neither come nor come out." I asked what it was, and Xiaobai said, "Famous saying, how can there be no famous sentence on the first page of the booklet?"

I tugged at the corners of my mouth and kept reading while warming up the water to quench my thirst.

Xiaobai's handwriting is not bad.

......

Dusk, Far East, Xiyin, no hunger and no sitting.

person

man

Two men,

One old and one young, the young one carrying a long sword, the old man standing in the counter.

"Is that you?"

"It's me. ”

"You're here. ”

"I'm coming. ”

"You shouldn't have come. ”

"But I'm already here. ”

"You're finally here. ”

"I'm finally here. ”

Silence, long silence.

It seems that the two people carved in clay wood are facing each other, but the sunset on the horizon is more and more tilted.

"What are you doing in my shop?" the old man finally broke the silence.

"Buy wine. The young man was word-by-word, crisp and neat, and did not hesitate when he spoke.

The old man pondered for a moment, stroked his long beard, and said slowly, "What wine do you want to buy?"

"What wine do you have?" the boy asked.

"Sangluo, daughter Hong, Xiling Tequ, Xinghua Village Bamboo Yeqing, Deshan Daqu Baisha Liquid, as long as you want, there is nothing I don't have. The old man looked awe-inspiring and said.

The young man deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I want to buy two pots." ”

When the old man heard this, his body froze, and he said, "How much do you want to buy?"

"Thirty texts. The boy held out three fingers and replied without hesitation.

The old man's face changed slightly, and he said, "You know that I have never had a two-pot head with thirty Wen and one altar here. ”

"I only buy thirty wen. ”

"Is that true?"

"Seriously!"

The old man stared at the young man in front of him, the young man was still very young, but his eyes, anyone who looked at it would remember it deeply. Because those eyes are as quiet as the night, as deep as the sea.

The old man knew in his heart that the young man was by no means very human. But the old man knows better that the two pots of thirty Wen and one jar are not sold in the store.

There was silence again.

The sunset on the horizon was about to set, and the old man looked up at the sunset in the distance, but his heart was filled with indescribable fear.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you have to buy thirty Wen a jar?"

"Definitely!"

"What if I don't sell it to you?"

"You can try!"

Silence again, silence like death.

After a long time, the old man raised his eyes to look at the young man, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will sell you thirty Wen and one jar of two pots, but you don't have to mention it to outsiders, if you can't do it, I won't sell this wine!"

"Good. ”

The old man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, handed the young man a jar and two pots, and took the silver money he handed over. The jar was cold, as in the old man's heart, but the silver was slightly hot, and the boy had taken it out of his bosom.

The young man took the second pot head, turned around and walked towards the door. In this battle, he won. Although he spent the last thirty Wen, he finally bought the second pot head, and a trace of pride passed through his face.

The sun has set.

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, a smile appeared on the old man's face.

He laughed because this young man, known as the "madman in the knife world", was eighteen years old and walked alone in martial arts with the sword technique of the sun and the moon.

And he survived from his hands.

"You thought you had won, but unfortunately, you missed a little. ”

The night is dark.

The old man lit the candle. Flickering candlelight illuminated the wine jar in the counter, two pots, priced at twenty wen.

......

After watching this ending, I squirted out a mouthful of hot water.