The goose-feathered snow fluttered down in the sky, and only the lonely cold accompanied the night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A gorgeous palace in the ice and snow was brightly lit, and the gate under the vermilion red tiles creaked, cracking a small crack, and a fleshy figure was pushed out mercilessly.

He didn't hurry back, his heel kicked on the high threshold, and his body staggered and rolled down.

There are nine steps, each half a person high, and the steps are piled up with knee-high snow.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the young man who had rolled down a snow stain plunged headlong into the thick snowdrift.

"The host palace is not for you, take the money and go back to the countryside to farm. A white-eyed Taoist indifferently threw down a bag, and the fist-sized money bag slid round and down the nine steps.

Bang!

The red-lacquered door closed tightly, the last rays of light were blocked, and the night sky was completely divided into two worlds.

The boy slowly picked up the snowdrift and crawled out, kneeling weakly on the cold snow like an abandoned puppy, his little face full of bitterness.

A teacher for one day and a father for life!

"Master's words, the disciple should have obeyed..."The young man clenched his fists and muttered.

Suddenly, he straightened up suddenly, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the gate on the high platform, showing determination.

"But the disciple doesn't agree, I will never give up! Ten years is not enough, just use twenty or thirty years, one day, I will become a strong man on this continent and walk out of my own legendary road!"

Words of determination rang like bells, piercing through the thick walls into the splendid palace, striking heavily on everyone's heart.

The young man knelt on the ground, his hands on the ground and his little face knocked down three times with a serious face, and then he resolutely stood up and turned to leave, and the lean figure was gradually swallowed up by the endless darkness.

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling.

As the night deepened, my limbs began to become weak.

Walking aimlessly in the cold and snowy night, a thick hunger pang hits.

"Damn, am I going to die in a night like this?" the boy sat down holding on to a boulder, the huge boulder barely able to hide some of the wind and snow, and his slackened body curled up on the boulder.

The icy snow water sucked up the last trace of warmth from the body through the thin clothes.

The eyelids are getting heavier and the pupils are getting darker.

When he was about to fall into a coma, a faint light appeared in front of the boy's eyes.

"Yo, is the imp dead?" a man wrapped in a ferret cloak half-crouched in front of the boy.

"How could I die in such a place?" the boy glared at the man fiercely, baring his teeth.

"Since you can't die, let's drink some. The man didn't care about the snow stains on the ground, and sat next to the boy, and a hot wine bottle was pulled out of his bosom.

Looking at a pair of sincere eyes, the young ghost took the wine bottle by surprise.

A warm, moist bottle against a parched lips.

The frozen fingers had long since lost sensation, and he raised his hand slightly but poured a large sip of wine, and the spicy taste stimulated the buds.

The throat rolled, the liquor went down the stomach, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning between the chest and abdomen, and the whole person boiled instantly.

The body gradually warmed up, and there was a little warmth.

"Thank you. The boy spat out two words dryly.

The man was silent, looking up at the sky, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders.

"Are you a swordsman?" the boy glanced at the long sword on the other side of the man.

"Sort of? The man looked at the long sword along the young man's line of sight and said lightly.

"Please teach me swordsmanship!" the young man straightened his back and looked at the man solemnly.

"Oh?" the man's thick sword eyebrows raised, before he could speak.

There was a rustle of footsteps, and three drunks walked towards each other.

The mouth is full of alcohol, and you can smell the sour smell even from a distance.

The three of them staggered in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the fat man in the middle suddenly swept to the boy in the corner of the boulder.

"Uh... Look, there's a homeless man there!"

The other two looked along the fat man's arm, and sure enough, they saw a figure sitting under the boulder.

"What kind of person? It's two people, you drunk!" said the thin man, grinning, and rolled straight in front of the man.

"Hey, hey, who do you say is a drunkard? You're stupid!" The fat man laughed when he saw the thin man fall, and the dwarf on the side fell to the ground with an exaggerated laugh.

The biting ice and snow hitting the thin man's face made him sober up a lot, and when he heard the ridicule of his accomplices, he wanted to stand up in a hurry, but the more anxious he was, the more he fell.

The man stretched out a hand, held the thin man's arm and lifted it up slightly, and a light breeze that was extremely difficult to detect swept the crumbling body and stood up.

He himself sat motionless, not even moving a single point.

"Bastard, who told you to help me? Do you know who Lao Tzu is? Lao Tzu is the subordinate of the big thief Black Bear!" the thin man scolded and stood up, and became confused again without the excitement of ice and snow.

The man sat silently in the corner, as if he hadn't heard the thin man's cries.

The laughter of the accomplices became more and more presumptuous, and the thin man roared like a mad dog that had been stepped on by its tail.

"Damn! Dare to ignore Lao Tzu! Brothers, teach this guy a good lesson!"

"Snatch all their things, and the homeless should look like a homeless man!"

Three drunks rolled up their sleeves and scolded and rushed up, but the man still didn't move.

Bang bang bang!!

There was a burst of punches and kicks, and the man leaned against the boulder in embarrassment, and the ferret cannon and hot wine were snatched from him.

"Aren't you angry?" the young man asked puzzled, looking at the distant backs of the three of them.

"It's not a big deal. The man straightened up unconcernedly, patted the snowflakes on the corner of his clothes, and then stretched out his hand to pull the boy to stand firmly.

"Why? Even if there are three powerful looking bandits on the other side..."The young man's eyes were full of incredulity, and his little face turned red, and he yelled, "Being bullied like this without even the courage to rise up and resist, you are not a real swordsman at all!"

Hearing this, the man glanced at the young man in a daze, and then laughed loudly, and his honest and hearty laughter pierced the sky, breaking the dead night.

"The big waves wash away the sand, and wash away countless leads. ”

The light and tasteless words were thought-provoking, and the young man was stunned.

Wake up.

Yes, I can't even stand the humiliation of a little lead flower, how to get out of my own legendary road.

Seeing the man's distant back in the wind and snow, but extremely tenacious and upright, the young man finally made up his mind to pull his legs and catch up, and the two of them, one big and one small, leaned together and walked slowly forward and gradually disappeared into the vast night.

......

Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

Three years.

The sky is clear and the morning glow is full.

With such sunny weather, it's a good day to get around.

In a small town tavern, it is lively but not chaotic, everyone is happy, eating meat and drinking wine, talking enthusiastically, telling interesting adventure stories.

Suddenly!

Bang bang!

The wooden door of the tavern was kicked off, and the tattered wooden door smashed straight under the bar directly opposite, and everyone's eyes were focused on the door.

A large black shadow blocked out the sunlight, forming a shadow on the ground, like a darkness that enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Hey, hey, that's a real disturbance. An extremely arrogant voice sounded, and then a group of big men with meaty faces walked in with knives.

Da Da!!

The noisy tavern was now dead silent, except for the rhythmic sound of walking on the wooden floor.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the corner of the room and broke the silence.

"Hurry up and eat, it's time to go. ”

"Hmm. ”

The two of them talked in a low voice, which did not affect others in the noisy tavern, but now attracted the attention of countless people.

Bang!

A fat man full of alcohol slashed at the bar, and everyone's eyes shifted to this place again.

"Take out all the wine in the store for Lao Tzu!"

The face was full of horizontal flesh trembling, and the fierce appearance frightened the shopkeeper to huddle and hide under the bar, shivering, and even more afraid to speak.

"Hey, are you deaf?" roared the fat man.

"That, that, wine, wine just sold out. The shopkeeper was sprayed with saliva, still laughing in fear.

"Huh, no wine, are these wastes drinking urine?" the fat man grimaced, pointing to the people in the tavern.

"Indeed, there is indeed none..."The shopkeeper's legs were weak, and he was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The fat man raised his hand in anger and slapped the shopkeeper on the cheek with a vicious slap, knocking him to the ground and slamming him into the shelf behind him. Then a long knife was drawn from his waist and aimed at the shopkeeper and slashed it brutally.

Looking at the shopkeeper with half of his face red and swollen like a pig's head, his face was full of horror, and none of the people in front of the bar showed sympathy, but laughed bloodthirsty.

A pair of eyes like hungry wolves, as if looking forward to the scene where the shopkeeper was cut in two and blood splattered on the spot.

Whew!

The broadsword slashed down with a howling wind.

The cowards in the tavern couldn't bear to tilt their heads.

At that moment, a dark shadow appeared at the bar, a scabbard sword across the head, blocking the gravity slash.

"Are you ready to die?" the man stood with his sword in his hand, and the momentum that erupted from his body was natural, and the air seemed to tremble and let out a low roaring buzzing sound.

"What?!"

Everyone was shocked, they didn't see the man's movements clearly at all, they only felt that in front of them, there was an extra person at the bar.

The fat man was afraid of the man's momentum, the fat all over his body trembled violently, and he swallowed saliva and shouted in a bold voice, "Lao Tzu is a subordinate of the black bear who has a bounty of 50,000 big thieves, do you want to die?!"

"At the moment when you draw your sword, are you ready to die?" The man's gaze was slightly cold, and a powerful aura rolled up a violent storm.

The sword moves as you like, and it turns into a thousand shadows with one move.

Puff puff!!

More than two dozen bloody heads tumbled to the ground, and the floor was stained red with blood gushing out like a column of water.

"A beautiful person with good thoughts, even the ugliest of skins, go and pursue your dreams!" the man pushed the door open, and a cold wind swept through the ice and snow.

Zheng!

The sword sheathed! Then it slashed in the air in an elegant arc and plunged into the floor in front of the boy.

"Sword name Tianwen, take it to witness your legendary path!"