The snow is falling, and the Green Cow City is covered in snow, and the houses on the left and right sides of the long street are closed, and there are children frolicking in the center of the street, having snowball fights, and building snowmen.

Ruan Qingyun thought of Wang Si again, his former best playmate, now you can dress warmly, let's have a snowball fight and build a snowman together.

Hehe, Ruan Qingyun smiled self-deprecatingly, he knew that it was impossible, but he still couldn't help but think about it.

Walking aimlessly along the long street, he walked past the Changfeng Pavilion, walked through the Changchun Hall, passed by all the houses, and finally stopped in front of a house.

The wooden door is a little dilapidated but closed, the paper on the window has fallen off, and the wind and snow blow in from time to time, so the owner of the house must be very cold.

Ruan Qingyun stretched out his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but he put it down again, stood silent for a long time, and finally chose to leave.

On the long street, a series of footprints stood in front of a house for a long time, and then continued to move forward.

The footprints are very neat, and it is obvious that every step is taken by him seriously, meticulously. Including the deeper footprints in front of that house, the footprints of the past were very deep, and the footprints of today are also very deep.

Step by step, the footprints lead into the distance, and there is no turning back.

Squeak, the dilapidated door opened, and out came a young man, his expression visibly lost, looking at the string of feet in front of him in a daze.

For a long time, the boy put his feet in the footprints, changing his feet step by step, and each time he changed his feet, he stepped on the footprints in front of him.

Let me walk with you a little longer.

Ruan Qingyun walked to the end of the long street, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Zhuohua for a long time.

So he walked to the place where Qiu Zhuohua lived, the wind and snow were mixed without the slightest intention of stopping, Ruan Qingyun stepped on the snow with one shallow foot.

Bamboo fence, small courtyard.

There are people building snowmen in the courtyard, it is Qiu Zhuohua, she is like a fairy in the snow, smiling, as if spring flowers are blooming.

"Ah, you're here, come and help me build a snowman. ”

Ruan Qingyun looked at the crooked snowman and suddenly smiled, and the memory of the past flashed.

"Hey, don't laugh, laugh again, be careful I'll beat you. Qiu Zhuohua's pretty face was crimson by Ruan Qingyun's smile, and he lowered his head and fiddled with the corners of his clothes, but the beauty in the snow had a different taste.

The snow fell one after another, falling on the two of them, between the gaps between each other, and the shadow of the snow was reflected on Ruan Qingyun's body, on Zhuohua's body, and on this vast world.

Inside the house, there is a beautiful woman, graceful and beautiful. Looking at the two people in the courtyard, he shook his head helplessly, some things will get worse if they are left unchecked, and I have to find a time to make it clear.

The vast world is full of snow white, see the snow scene of Wanshan, listen to the sound of the wind under Panasonic, and travel to the world in all directions. Isn't it beautiful to have wine in the cup and people around you?

"Let's go out for a walk. Qiu Zhuohua said suddenly, with some sorrow in his expression.

"Okay, let's go for a walk. ”

Qiu Zhuohua went into the house to get an umbrella, the woman sat next to the fire, the fire was very strong, the room was very warm, there was a pot of orchids on the table, the flowers bloomed, bright and noble, fragrant.

"Zhuohua, we're leaving in two days. ”

"I know. "Zhuohua is very disappointed. He said in a faint voice.

"You can't associate with him, or you'll kill him. ”

"I know this is the last time I'll cross paths with him. ”

That's right, the last time they intersected, the mountains are mountains, the water is water, and the mountains and rivers will not meet again.

The snow was still falling, and there was no intention of stopping. Ruan Qingyun and Zhuohua walked side by side in the snow, with umbrellas held between them. No one spoke, but walked quietly.

The footsteps of autumn are far away

The cold winter days are coming...

Snowflakes bloom in plain white color

Your steps are shallow

You're nowhere to be seen

You're slowly approaching

Step into this snowy season

You laugh and jump

I laughed in a blur

Clouds fall into the snow

Ethereal, dreamy

The dream fell into the clouds

Real, distant

After all, you are a dream in the clouds, and I am a cloud in the snow after all. Close to each other but far away.

The snow melts in the palm of your hand, and you innocently look up at the sky, look at the falling snow, and look at the sky and the earth in the distance.

It's all wonderful, snow, flower umbrellas, girls. However, all this will pass quickly, and maybe one day in a certain year, I suddenly remembered that there was such a beautiful scene in a border town.

On this day, they walked a long way, as if they knew each other's hearts, she did not mention it, and he did not ask.

The Ruan family suddenly came with a lot of people today, all of them carrying swords and swords, and they were domineering.

The man at the head was about fifty years old, with slightly white hair and bright eyes, giving people a kind of momentum without anger.

"Brother Ruan, long time no see. ”

"Brother Lu, don't come unharmed. ”

"I think the purpose of my visit this time is clear to you, to hand over the holy relics in the clan, and to be responsible for the ruthlessness of the sword. Lu Youding changed his expression that was still kind just now and said in a deep voice.

"You don't know what happened fifteen years ago, Hongchen 3000 was attacked for no reason, the holy relics in the clan were stolen, I, Ruan Zhikun, was derelict in guarding the holy relics, which was already a capital crime, but the patriarch remembered that I had meritorious service to the clan, although the death penalty was spared, the living crime was inescapable, and he was sentenced to the most severe torture in the clan, and expelled 3,000 Hongchen. Ruan Zhikun slowly recounted the past, it was a painful time, and it is still clearly visible today, "The Tibetan dzi has disappeared without a trace, there is no information, I have traveled all over the country for many years, and I have never found out the whereabouts of the Tibetan dzi." ”

Lu Youding looked back and forth on Ruan Zhikun's body, and his eyes scanned back and forth in the room, examining Ruan Zhikun: "A few days ago, there was a word in Qingniu City, saying that there was news that there was a hidden dzi in Qingniu City, what do you think?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? Hand over the dzi and spare you from dying. Lu Youding suddenly said sharply.

"I have a clear conscience, you know better than me what happened back then, you still remember Wang Deyun!"

Ruan Zhikun didn't finish speaking, only to hear the sound of the wind, the killing machine suddenly appeared, Lu Youding sacrificed a small tripod without warning, the small tripod rose in the wind, and the house was broken in an instant, the brick beams rose to the sky for a while, the dust was flying, and the house collapsed into ruins.

The snow, falling down, fell on the people, and then melted. Snow is flying, vitality is stirring, and a big war is about to begin.

Then a huge giant dome with a diameter of about ten zhang smashed down from the sky, and the infinite heaven and earth vitality began to stir and twist, making a crackling sound. Juding is like an endless night, making people have nowhere to escape.

At the same time, everyone in Qingniu City looked up at the giant ding that fell from the sky, dumbfounded, unable to believe that it had fallen from the sky.

I didn't have time to think about it, I toed a little, and retreated sharply, and the long sleeves were blown out, and a streamer came out, fast as thunder, fast as lightning, and I didn't have time to take a closer look, the streamer had collided with Juding, and Juding couldn't go down for half a minute.

"What's the matter? I'm afraid that I'll tell what happened back then and want to kill me?"

Lu Youding's face turned red and said angrily: "Honest and yellow, scum with three thousand red dust, today I vow to kill the thief and die." ”

Fiercely mentioning the spiritual power of the dantian, all the thoughts were concentrated on the giant tripod, and the huge black tripod body moved down by as much as three feet, and then stopped in mid-air, the sword and the tripod attacked each other, one eliminated the other, and no one could win.

"Haha, happy, fifteen years, we haven't competed for fifteen years, Di Ding, it's really worthy of being a god of heaven and earth. Ruan Zhikun laughed wildly, his expression was uninhibited and chic. How have I ever feared all things in the world?

"Back then, you were at the top of the three thousand and four great masters of Hongchen, didn't you rely on the Heavenly Sword? Today, even if you have the Heavenly Sword in your hand, you can't even escape with your life. It is not difficult to see jealousy on Lu Youding's elegant face, he is the second after all, not the first. "If you are sick, stab him with a sword. ”

is so vicious, at this time, the two are completely competing in skill, if someone stabs the dantian, then Ruan Zhikun will be useless even if he does not die.

A sick young man, his face was like white paper, his eyes were deep-set, his gray eyes were a little blurred, and under his black clothes was a sick body?

There is no discipline, no vitality fluctuations, it is an ordinary sword, but this ordinary sword can kill people.

Ruan Zhikun chirped: "I can't imagine that the three thousand red dust have fallen to such a point, relying on sneak attacks and deception to win, where was the prestige back then?"

The sick man seemed to have not heard it, and he still stabbed it without heeding.

Lu Youding showed a smile and said in his heart: Ruan Zhikun, what about your first place, in the end, you still died under my second hand.

At the moment when the sick Wufeng was about to succeed, suddenly a sword stabbed diagonally, picking up the sword of the sick Wuji, and the fatal blow was resolved.