The twelfth day of the lunar month. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Night, snow, and a lone star crossed the sky.

Along with Lone Star comes a soul who does not belong to this world, born in an ordinary family.

This family has been running an inn for generations, called the Dragon Xiang Inn.

The surname of the innkeeper is Qian, and he has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven. The wife died early, and then took a concubine. The concubine gave birth to a son and died in childbirth.

And our protagonist is the soul that crosses into the newborn son of his family, named Qian Ziming.

Twenty years have passed, the old money shopkeeper has passed away, and the little money shopkeeper who has grown up inherited the family property and continues to operate this Longxiang Inn.

Today, it is the twelfth day of the lunar month in the middle of winter, and the small money shopkeeper gave his employees an early holiday, each went back to his own home, and found his own mother.

In the past, the Longxiang Inn, which was very lively, only had a small amount of money left, and after heating the leftover porridge from Laba a few days ago, he sat in front of the front yard and counted the snowflakes that fell on the street.

The weather is cold, there is no line on the street, if the world is covered in silver, there is only a small amount of money, and the feeling of loneliness and hesitation suddenly arises in my heart.

Xiao Qian said abruptly, "Shouldn't I marry a wife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person in the distance, dressed in white, walked towards the Longxiang Inn against the wind and snow.

Xiaoqian guessed that he was still wandering outside near the end of the year, either to collect debts, or to be a prodigal son who had no home.

Obviously, the man in front of him was the latter, because he was carrying a sword.

A bloody sword!

Seeing that the other party was menacing, Xiao Qian was not flustered, and when the man walked to the door of the inn, Xiao Qian asked enthusiastically, "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

I saw that the man's white clothes were better than snow, his sword eyebrows were accompanied by starry eyes, and his face was like a knife carving, delicate and vicissitudes, and he said, "Just a bowl of hot noodle soup." ”

After that, the man threw Xiao Qian a gold ingot, Xiao Qian happily took it, waved his hand and said, "Okay, guest officer, take a seat!"

As soon as the word "seat" was finished, the white-clothed swordsman in front of him fell to the ground without warning.

Only then did Xiao Qian see that his back was already covered with bruises, and he should have exhausted his last strength.

Xiao Qian said helplessly, "Who told me to accept your gold!"

After speaking, Xiao Qian helped him up......