winter

Wudao City in Lunan Province, Linhuai River has formed a thick layer of ice. The passing merchants carved a strip of money on it, and one of them, a young man in a light dress, walked slowly with his body bent.

"It's coming, whether it's hope or despair, it's up here" Wang Chang looked at the city wall in the distance, and his cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

Wudao City, a provincial city with only five chaotic intersects, legend has it that these five avenues were left by the traces left by the immortals during their battles.

When I came to the city, I asked while walking and finally arrived at Xu's house.

"Huh, Xu Mansion? I used to hear my father talk about it, obviously it was 'Xu', how did it become 'Xu'? But the address is indeed correct. As he thought, he knocked on the knocker with his hand.

"Who?" With a question, the door was opened by an old man who was nearly sixty years old.

"May I ask if it's Xu Qing'an, Uncle Xu's house?" Wang Changsheng was afraid that he had found the wrong person, and reported the uncle's name first, and then reported the relationship.

"Xu Qing'an?" the uncle pondered, this name is really similar to the master,

"Well, Xu Qing'an, if it is, please report it, and say that Wang Zhibin's son is visiting. Wang Chang looked at the other party's uncertain appearance, and really sweated in his heart, this is already his last way out, if he can't find Uncle Xu, there is no doubt that he is really unaccompanied and helpless.

"My master's name is Xu Qingang, not Xu Qing'an. The old man replied.

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Night.

The night view of Wudao Castle in this season is undoubtedly the most beautiful, the original snow-white city walls, attached to a layer of white snow, under the moonlight, the entire city is like a white jade pile.

On the bustling streets, hawkers, passers-by, no one will notice Wang Chang squatting in the corner.

"What should I do, am I really having no way out?" Wang Chang thought about his twenty-two years of life, his parents started from scratch, broke out of the sky, and were among the best in Anhua County, but he was defeated by himself in just two years.

"Young man, how can you squat and wait for death with hands and feet?" An old beggar in ragged clothes stared at Wang Chang with straight eyes, as if Wang Chang had offended him somewhere.

Wang Chang glanced at the old beggar, didn't speak, got up and took out the only six cents left on his body, gave it to the beggar, and walked away.

The old beggar looked at the six coins in the bowl and snickered for a while, sat down where Wang Chang had just squatted, and glanced at the direction where Wang Chang was going, intentionally or unintentionally.

Outside the city, in a broken room by the Linhuai River, Wang Changjuan shrank under the tribute platform, looking at this broken temple with walls that can't block the cold, doors that can't block the wind, and windows that can't ....... The ruined temple seems to have no windows.

"Now I'm down here, heh, ridiculous, ridiculous!" Ha......" Just halfway to laugh at himself, Wang Chang was interrupted by a familiar voice in the distance.

"Laugh? Do you know what laughter is? Can you use the word "falling?" Look down on me, this broken temple?" It was the old beggar who received Wang Chang's six cents, he had a willow branch in his mouth, as if he was picking his teeth, and as if he was chewing a willow branch, plus he walked swaggeringly, a ruffian showed it vividly.

"Why are you again? I have no money, is it possible that I don't even have a place to stay?" Wang Chang looked at the old beggar with anger and fear in his eyes, and he was afraid that the old beggar would drive him out.

"Yo, scared?"

"I'm afraid? What am I afraid of until now? It's a big deal to die, and I'm happy to be there. When Wang Chang said this, there were already tears in his eyes.

Before the tears fell, I saw the old beggar leaving an afterimage in the same place, and the person had come to the tribute platform, grabbed Wang Chang's neck, and lifted it in the air. The old beggar's seven-foot-tall and nine-foot-tall Wang Chang should be very funny, but the old beggar's arms are particularly slender and powerful, making people feel like an anomaly.

"Lao Tzu, I hate to see men crying the most, what's the big deal? It's not easy to die? Lao Tzu will give you a ride," he said, and his fingers were a little harder.

"Uh... Let go... Let go, I can't breathe" Wang Chang struggled hard,

The old beggar didn't move, and his palms were still shrinking a little.

It wasn't until Wang Chang fell into a coma that the old beggar let go and threw Wang Chang aside, Wang Chang fell to the ground, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wang Chang just happened to be empty in the chest, and his chest hit, and he suddenly came up in one breath, leading him back to his senses and woke up.

"What the hell are you going to do, I have nothing, what's the use of your life!" After experiencing life and death, Wang Chang only has a beautiful yearning for life in his mind, as a profligate gentleman, he knows what enjoyment is more than most people.

"Don't want to die?" asked the old beggar, sitting on the tribute platform, with the willow branch still hanging from his mouth.

"You almost killed me? I repay you, senior, just kidding, I'm already like this, what value do you think I have?" Wang Chang is not a stupid hat, although he doesn't know the old man's intentions, he feels that he still has use value, which makes him hope for tomorrow.

The old beggar glanced at Wang Chang, stood up casually, walked to the tribute platform, and faced this tribute platform where there was no god enshrined.

"From today on, your life is not yours, unless one day you can kill me, your name is now Moon Seventeen. The old man didn't look at Wang Chang again, and then went to a thatched pile and lay down, as if he was ready to sleep.

"What do you mean? senior, I don't understand, what does my life no longer be mine, my name is Wang Chang, why do you call me the seventeenth month?" Wang Chang stepped forward and asked.

"You?Seventeen, do you still have a family?Do you still miss someone?If so, kill me by any means. From today on, I will be your nightmare, and call me Uncle Dark, okay, I will explain it here today, if you dare to run, I will let you walk with your hands in the future. The old beggar Dark Uncle spat out the willow branch from his mouth, and did not want to speak again.

Wang Chang listened stunned, he felt that this was the most ridiculous thing he had heard in more than 20 years, and his life was no longer his own? What else is it called the seventeenth month, but he didn't realize that the dark uncle was joking with him, the feeling of brushing shoulders with death just now, he still has palpitations, no matter what, he has a goal to live, he can feel the strength of the dark uncle, not to mention immortals, at least he should be a martial artist of the acquired realm, if he can hit him, he may not be useless in the future, thinking of this, Wang Chang looked around, and also found a thatched pile.

Outside the house, the wind hung and the snow was drifting, and the moon was smiling and blooming.