Fu Yunge suddenly reacted. He smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, nodding yes.

"Their current movements are still in the hands of the Qiongtian Palace." Su Jiuqin got up slowly, and Fu Yunge, Du He and the others also got up together and followed towards the door.

Pushing open the door, the snow wind outside was still Goldman Sachs. On the eve of the wee hours of the morning, the air was the coldest, as if even the fire in the house was going to freeze.

Du He wrapped his wife and child tightly and rubbed his chin vigorously with the back of his hand. Su Jiuqin and Fu Yunge walked a little ahead, and the shadow reflected on the ground seemed to be seen in the faint haze.

"Whew, it's cold." Fu Yunge exhaled a gloomy breath and looked at the river in the distance.

"It's a pity that the river view is not good. Thinking back to the autumn colors in full tide, it can be said that each of the four seasons has its own scene. Su Jiuqin said to herself, "In the winter morning, Fuqin played "Grass", and there were grouses and thrush rings to harmonize. The fire in the boat is a pleasure. ”

Fu Yunge nodded at first. But suddenly I thought about it, and suddenly raised my head:

"Hey...... Uh, senior, there is a saying that I don't know when to say it......"

Su Jiuqin waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay to say it directly." ”

Fu Yunge scratched his head in embarrassment: "That, I forgot to talk about it just now." Senior, your junior brother went to look for you in the autumn and the tide, and dismantled your boat......"

The hand that had just been raised suddenly stopped in mid-air for Su Jiuqin.

Seeing this, Fu Yunge took a half step back: "Eh, senior, don't be impatient......

But after all, Su Jiuqin is a person of great cultivation. He stood still, calmed down for a moment, and finally sighed: "It's okay if the boat is dismantled." But my junior brother ...... Are you sure you mean the Joy Hang? Was that a few days ago? ”

Fu Yunge had no choice but to stand in place again and give Su Jiuqin the original version of the episode that he had just missed. The Du family followed, and listened patiently in the back.

The cold wind gently stirred the corners of Su Jiuqin's clothes. After thinking for a moment, he felt a little uneasy for the first time.

“…… I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it......"

He muttered, his eyes suddenly flickering flickering farther and nearer, as if he had nothing to do.

"Senior......" Fu Yunge asked tentatively.

After pondering for a while, Su Jiuqin held his forehead, and seemed to be very helpless about reality: "It's okay." Deal with the affairs of Jiangliang City first. When the situation is settled, I will deal with it myself. ”

After that, he also whispered to himself: "...... Hope...... He won't be approached for a few days. ”

Fu Yunge was a little worried about his situation, but Su Jiuqin quickly adjusted his state, as if he had never heard of this matter at all. Everyone contacted the boatman to board the boat, and it was the dawn of the sky, and a small boat with a paddle swept through the winter fog and headed towards Jiangliang City.

…………

At the same time, far away, in front of a lonely old grave.

Covered by dry forests, the light of the sky shadow ended, and everything seemed to be only black and white cloud shadows. The withered leaves have turned into fragments, some of which are hanging on the branches, and some of which have turned into slush, scattered and desolate.

Sparse and uninhabited, empty and chaotic. Siye has never even seen a wild beast, as if this is an inch forgotten corner of the world.

Just when everything was silent, a pitch-black figure suddenly flashed in this place where no trace should have been set foot in.

When he landed, as the figure drifted by, a light cloud of snow dust rolled up. The dead leaves on the branches of the trees were suddenly shattered and fell from the branches like withered flowers.

It was as if the surrounding scenery was gradually dyed with color with this person's visit.

When they arrived, they seemed to be in a hurry to find something, and their steps were a little hectic compared to when they came. But when he saw the grave that had been sealed in the dust for a long time, he suddenly fell silent.

Then, a gentle pace slowly approached. Then he took something out of his belt, held it in both hands, and placed it in front of the grave.

Looking at what was in front of him, his eyes were blank. Quietly watching all this, as if forgetting the passage of time.

It's been a long time. His silence was finally lightly broken by his own voice:

“…… That's it. ”

"Really? Friend, I've been waiting so long for you to finally listen to you. By the way, can you take a sip of your wine? ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, a strange voice came from the other end of the grave. The voice is lazy and relaxed, as if you have just woken up from a sweet dream.

“？！”

The comer's face suddenly changed in shock, the fine light in his hand flashed, and a slender long sword as silk suddenly shook out!

However, before he could attack, he heard another voice from the other end:

"Don't worry, don't worry. Life is too short to be happy, I am just an ascetic in the vast land, begging you for a glass of wine, if you don't give it to me, you will withdraw, if you give me a song to you, hehehe. ”

The eyebrows and eyes of the comer were surprisingly cold. He didn't strike immediately, and said sadly: "This is not the place for you to come. Now, let me go at once. ”

The cold wind howled. Under the overcast desert, the square dome seemed to solidify.

The atmosphere was extremely cold. After a few moments, the sound of "Suosuo" came from the other end of the tomb. Then, a pair of footsteps slowly fell to the ground.

However, this person did not choose to turn away, but swaggered out from behind.

The eyes of the comer seem to be able to freeze the ice at this moment.

What he saw was a colorful robe that did not match the surroundings. At a second look, it was actually a set of monk's robes.

The monk did not look old, with a slight wrinkle curled up at his temples, and his face was flushed. He walked around the visitor, looked at him, turned his head away, and examined the grave carefully.

After a moment, he suddenly exclaimed, "Understood." You are so quiet, you are mourning the dead. ”

"......," the comer had already pinched his waist with one hand, "...... Walk. ”

The monk smiled. He made a detour to the grave, stretched out his hand and patted the dust on it: "But I can't go." There are three reasons for this - first, you and I will talk about coming first and then coming, I will come here to sleep first, and you have no reason to drive me away as a latecomer; Second, you and I want to talk about respecting the old and loving the young, I am older than you, and you are a junior who has no morality to let me go; Three to ......"

However, before the "three comes" could be spoken, a soft light suddenly cut through the chaos, and the fine light seemed to cut the edge of the black curtain, and it flashed in a flash.

The thin sword was caught off guard by a cold light, and the refutation was like a rut. However, the dexterity of the monk's body was no less impressive, and he was only an inch short of it, and he easily dodged it.

He never even moved. He turned to stand up straight, looked at the sword in the hand of the comer, and smiled slightly: "Third, if you are drunk here, someone should always take care of you." Otherwise, the wind chill will make it worse. ”

"This sword is as light as silk, loose as a pu, and you are no different from this sword."