Datang.? 八?一Chinese (一).

Zhenguan ten years, the first month.

Heavy snow in Chang'an.

In the snowstorm, Wang Chan stood in front of the Prancing Horse Bridge, wearing a green shirt, just like back then.

Squeak~

It was the sound of wheels pressing over the snow, Wang Chan raised his head slightly, and saw a car driving up the bridge and heading into the distance. It is conceivable that thousands of people cross the bridge every day, but after so many years, I am afraid that no one remembers that the battle that shocked the whole world was born here.

One person and one sword, provoking the whole world, how domineering and magnificent the Chosen Emperor is.

After Wang Chan left, out of historical inertia, the world still fell into the hands of the Li family. And the two cheap apprentices he recognized have now become first-class figures of the Jianghu Grandmaster, known as the sword master.

It was just casual, but now things are people, and there is no longer any concern.

Wang Chan took a deep look and turned to leave, just then he saw a cute little girl about eight or nine years old trotting in the snow, maybe she was running too fast, or maybe the snow road was slippery, and she accidentally fell to the ground.

But the little girl didn't care at all, she got up, she didn't even shoot the snow on her body, flashed a pair of big eyes, and ran to the Prancing Horse Bridge excitedly, her little face was red from the cold, and she looked particularly cute.

"Is the uncle also here to pay homage to the Prancing Horse Bridge?" the little girl asked, with a cold mist in her mouth, looking up at Wang Chan.

"Admiration?" Wang Chan didn't believe that a little girl would know what happened back then.

"Yes, a great hero of the world once gave birth to a battle here that no one has ever fought before, and of course all this was told to me by my master, who brings me here every year. The little girl playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Clear Sky!"

At this moment, a shout was suddenly heard from a distance.

The little girl named Mingkong cheered, turned around and ran back, deep in the rain and snow, there was a beautiful shadow of a woman, white like snow, barefoot under her skirt.

If there is such a person in your life, everyone else will become a landscape, only that person is the cinnabar in your heart, and the person who puts it on the tip of your heart can no longer let go.

There is a feeling called once the sea is difficult to water.

......

Tenryu.

It has been ten years since Wang Chan, the lord of the Carefree Sect, broke through the sky and ascended, but this myth is still circulating in the rivers and lakes, and the mountain peak that is shrouded in clouds and mist all day has become a holy place for martial arts.

A large number of girls from the Jianghu family sharpened their heads and wanted to enter here, but the selection of disciples by the Xiaoyao Sect was extremely strict, and only a few lucky people were able to successfully enter here every year.

On this day, this fairyland-like mountain welcomed a group of newcomers.

Among them, there is a little girl with very good qualifications, after becoming the banner master of the Jun Tianbu, Mei Jian has not personally accepted apprentices for several years, but after seeing the little girl, she still can't hold back.

Under the traction of Mei Jian, the little girl walked on the holy mountain that everyone in the whole country envied.

Seeing the little girl's nervous and curious appearance, Mei Jian couldn't help but think of the scene when he was taken up the mountain by Grandma Tong for the first time when he was a child, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stretched out his finger to point to a peak in the clouds and mist in the northwest corner, and said: "Little Falling Sakura, this is the Ethereal Peak." This mountain peak is cloud-sealed and foggy all the year round, looking at it from afar, if there is nothing, so it is called the Ethereal Peak, and you will live on it with Master and me in the future. ”

"Hmm. ”

Xiao Luo Sakura nodded obediently and followed carefully.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked on the long mountain road, and just as they passed the cliff of Guanhai, Mei Jian suddenly stopped.

Xiao Luoying naturally stopped with her master, she stood behind Mei Jian, poked out half of her head, and looked curiously at the figure in the distance.

"Ten years, ten whole years, the Sect Master will stand here every time this time. Mei Jian sighed lightly, even the people in the Ethereal Peak thought that Mu Wanqing was looking at the sea of clouds, only Mei Jian and a few of them knew that Mu Wanqing saw the snow lotus on the cliff.

Only they knew that their suzerain was waiting for someone.

On the cliff, between the snow, the snow lotus bloomed in the wind.

At this moment, a man in a green shirt suddenly stepped on the sea of clouds and appeared on the edge of the cliff, and it was the snow lotus in his hand that he was holding.

"Master, suddenly there is an extra person over there......"

"Shhhhhh Your Excellency, you're finally back......

When Xiao Luoying left, she saw the tears in the eyes of the beautiful big sister in the distance.

The little girl couldn't understand why this beautiful big sister suddenly cried, and the big brother who suddenly appeared obviously didn't say anything and didn't do anything.

What the little girl didn't understand was that Mu Wanqing had been waiting for Wang Chan to smile at her, silent.

She had been waiting for this for a long, long time......

Flowers bloom to see me.

......

6 The Legend of Xiaofeng.

Beijing, drunken immortal building.

Wang Chan sat in a position near the window, drinking the world-famous drunken eight immortals, and looked out the window, only to see the rain pouring outside, gathering thousands of small streams on the ground.

In the restaurant, the people in the rivers and lakes who sheltered from the rain did not know how many, and after a few cups of yellow soup, they began to talk about the rivers and lakes, life and ideals.

Wang Chan sat there quietly, looking careless, but every move in the entire restaurant fell in his eyes, and all the sounds could not escape his ears.

6 Xiaofeng is still as romantic as ever, and her trouble-loving personality has not changed.

Hua Manlou is still as warm as jade, and Sikong Xingxing is still the king of thieves.

It's as if nothing has changed, no, one person has changed.

That is Ximen Blowing Snow, that day after listening to Wang Chan's words, he chose to climb the mountain again, and now he is finally standing at the peak of the way of the sword, no, it should be said that it is the peak of this world.

Even if the little old man who couldn't see the end of the dragon was in a life-and-death fight with him, he would lose more and win less.

Hearing the changes of familiar people over the years, the corners of Wang Chan's mouth rose more and more.

The spring rain is still falling outside the window, damp and staining the world.

......

Laughing proudly.

Wang Chan looked at Qu Feiyan standing beside him, and he was still afraid for a while. The holy daughter of the Buddha Kingdom was her, but fortunately she was sent by Yongshan to find Wang Chan at that time and escaped the last catastrophe.

"What's the matter, Master?" Qu Feiyan seemed to feel something, raised his head to look at Wang Chan, and asked.

"Nothing. Wang Chan shook his head slightly, looked into the distance, and spoke. "Let's go, go and meet the senior Qu, he must also want to hear us play the song "Smiling Proud Jianghu". ”

"Hmm. ”

The bright moon slowly rose into the sky, and the melodious sound of the piano flute gradually rose.

The dream of fighting the sword is far away, and the song of the rivers and lakes is not over......

Connecting the Cities.

In front of a chrysanthemum field, Wang Chan suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This acquaintance is not Ling Shuanghua and Ding Dian, but Shui Sheng, Wang Chan doesn't know when she fell in love with chrysanthemums, but when she saw the beautiful and indifferent back standing in the chrysanthemum field, she suddenly thought of a poem, Su Xinhua to Su Xinren......

Overworld, Great Xia.

In Qingzhou, a tavern suddenly opened in Dingyang County.

The tavern didn't do very well, with a lot of customers and a strange name, the old tavern.

The old tavern is not old at all, the newly opened tavern, the brand new sign. But it has a strange rule, that is, it never uses silver taels to buy wine here, but uses stories.

There is only one owner in the shop, but there are many beautiful hostesses.

It stands to reason that such a tavern, with no heels, big rules, and a beautiful proprietress with piercing eyes, should be in trouble. Strangely, no one has ever caused trouble at the tavern since the day it opened.

At this time, Wang Chan, who is the boss, is lying on the table and staring at a two- or three-year-old girl, the little girl's eyebrows and eyes are very familiar, if you look carefully, you can now have a seven-eight-point look like Luoluo.

Looking at this little girl, Wang Chan had a headache, he had always had no way to treat children.

"Xiao Hei, can you play with Niuniu for a while. Wang Chan turned his head to look at a black-feathered divine eagle parked in the corner of the lobby and spoke.

When the condor heard this, there was a look of horror on his face, and with a scream, he spread his wings and flew away.

"Hey, hey, don't drink anymore, if your mother shows me, I'll have to scold her to death......"

Seeing the little girl crawling towards the only jar of wine on the table, Wang Chan hurriedly snatched it, and at this moment, a shout and scolding sounded at the same time.

"Niuniu is only two years old, did you pour her wine again?" Luoluo ran out from behind the tavern, looked at Wang Chan, and shouted loudly.

The little Lori back then,Now she has grown into a down-and-out beauty.,It's just that it's no longer cute.。

If I had to say it, this is life.

Li Mochou followed, looking at Wang Chan, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

Just when Wang Chan had a headache, a cowardly voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Is this the old tavern?"

"Yes, it is. Wang Chan turned his head to look at the new guest, and a bright smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"Come to me for a drink and tell your story. ”