Qin Cang, who heard the sound of footsteps coming, did not get up immediately, but continued to lie on the snow, holding the sword in his right hand and drawing an arc, swinging snowflakes, provoking the wine jar, and the wine mixed with snow water, the taste was obviously not as sweet as before, but it had a more unique taste. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is not as soft as water, but as cold as a knife.

Compared with the spirits that burn the soul in one sip, this kind of wine, once drunk in the stomach, is equivalent to being in an ice cellar that has not encountered the sun for thousands of years, which is undoubtedly more unpopular.

But Qin Cang drank it without hesitation, and let the wind and snow around him melt into the wine.

It's not that he was born with a love for this kind of cold wine.

But years of experience have long made him accustomed to the feeling of cold, and he is no longer afraid of the cold.

The wine entered the liver and sausage, the qi flowed, Qin Cang's eyes were sleepy, but his consciousness was not hazy, he could clearly feel that the figure that made the sound of footsteps had come to him in an instant, if he got up and turned his head immediately, maybe he could face that person head-on.

But he didn't move.

It's not that he doesn't have any intention of doing this, but his eyes can't see anything anymore, and whether he turns around or not, all he sees will be pitch black.

In this case, what difference does it make between turning and not turning, looking at it and not looking at it?

Qin Cang, who was accustomed to walking in the dark night, no longer laughed at himself for his physical defects, although in the fifty years of his career in the Gods and Demons, he missed many landscapes because of the inconvenience of his eyes, but he never missed the warmth and coldness of human feelings, because those deep-seated things were never visible to the naked eye, and could only be understood with the heart.

His heart is very complicated.

But it's also relatively clean.

Cleaner than many righteous men who claim to be gentlemen.

You can't see snow with your eyes.

Then look at the snow with your heart.

Just like when he watched the snow and realized the sword a few years ago.

The difference is that he was alone then, and now he has another person of mysterious origin beside him.

The reason why it is mysterious is because this person's aura is too deep and restrained, and there is almost no leakage, if it weren't for the sound of footsteps being too obvious, Qin Cang would never know when there was an extra person here.

The qi machine is restrained and does not release outward, which means that the person who came has a high level of cultivation and should be able to hide the sound well, but the sound of footsteps still came into Qin Cang's ears as usual, and it was not covered.

What should be abnormal has become normal, which is a different kind of thing.

But maybe he had come into contact with too many unusual people and things, except for the surprise on Qin Cang's face when he heard the footsteps just now, he kept quiet afterwards.

It was only when the man finally stopped moving forward and stopped half a foot on his right that Qin Cangfang opened his mouth to ask.

The question is not about the identity of the person who came, and what he wants, but about the wine in his hand.

"If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass?"

With a deep voice and a half-drunk and half-awake posture, in the vast white snow, Qin Cang's rivers and lakes were full of atmosphere, and a very attractive masculinity was revealed from his body.

It's a pity that it wasn't a woman who came to his side.

"Don't you wonder who I am, and how did I get here?"

Sure enough, what asked Qin Cang was a neutral man's voice.

Qin Cang smiled, picked up the wine with his sword, and poured it into his throat fiercely, and even the placket of his clothes was wet, and then he sat up from the snow a little lazily.

Some of the snowflakes that fell between the strands of hair were still staying, and some of them had already melted away, and he stroked his ink hair lightly, Qin Cang didn't care about these anymore, but asked the mysterious man beside him, "Are you here to kill me?"

The man laughed lightly and said, "If I really want to kill someone, at most after he dies, I will say a few words of emotion to his corpse, and when he is still alive, my mind must be thinking about how to understand his life, not chatting quietly with him." ”

Qin Cang nodded and said, "In this way, you are not here to kill me. ”

"Naturally not. The man said.

"Since you're not here to kill me, and you're willing to chat with me for a few words, then even if you and I can't make friends, it's okay to sit together and drink a few sips of wine. Qin Cang said.

The man was obviously stunned, and then said with a smile: "I have heard a lot of rumors about you in the past, and they all say that you are a calm and indifferent person who does not like to make friends, but when I see you today, it is not the same as I imagined." ”

"After all, rumors are rumors, and they cannot be equated with truth, and as for human character, it is never static. Qin Cang said.

"Makes sense. The man was thoughtful and quickly agreed.

"Then it's time for you to answer the question I asked earlier. ”

"Oh, what's the problem?"

"If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass?"

"I can drink it, but one cup seems to be too little, not enough to be fun, and a pot is barely enough. ”

"Wouldn't it be better to go straight to the altar?"

"Haha, refreshing!"

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Stories in the snow always seem to be so wonderful.

The relationship between Qin Cang and Xue always seems to be inseparable.

The first sword move he realized was called "Howling Snow".

The earliest ballad he sang was called "Full Snow Building".

His earliest robes were made of snow silk.

The earliest famous sword he wore used Shenxue Jade as the sword embryo.

Even the woman he first fell in love with was related to snow.

The woman's surname is Xue, her name is Qingying, she likes to wear a snow tulle, and she likes to dance in the snow.

Once upon a time, the graceful shadow and graceful dancing made him dream, and it was the deepest concern in his heart.

He also stuck to his heart for that concern and fought hard.

He would rather be covered in blood than be as white as snow, free from the troubles of the world.

She was the one who snuggled up to him in a snow-white dress.

She was the one who stabbed him in the chest with a snow-white dagger.

There are all kinds of strange people in the world, there are people with left hearts and people with right hearts.

Although his heart is not on the right, it is still a little away from the left side of ordinary people.

It was in this situation, combined with the Qin family's method of moving acupoints, that her knife failed to damage his heart.

But what if there weren't those coincidences?

Then he may have gone to the Yellow Spring.

But he didn't drink Meng Po soup.

Nor does it enter the gate of reincarnation.

Just waited for the arrival of the snowsuit by the bridge.

If she comes, he will take him by the hand, and he will either die out altogether or be reborn together.

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Qin Cang suddenly raised his head.

Drink the wind and snow in one gulp.

Cut off sorrow in one go.

The sword in his hand is unsheathed.

The sword in his heart has begun to kill in all directions.

The mysterious man sitting beside him suddenly burst out laughing, and with the strength of the wine, he told Qin Cang a sensational news.

In the Hanquan River Valley, Emperor Xuanyuan personally led the army to lay down the Seven Banners of Star Dou, but it was broken by Emperor Yan Jiang Yu alone, after the formation of Emperor Yan did not rush into the Emperor Army, but only found Xuanyuan alone, intending to determine the world with the battle of the two, Emperor Xuanyuan agreed, and the armies of the two sides retreated, leaving only Emperor Yan and Emperor Ren to start a shocking duel in Hanquan.

"The battle between the two can affect the pattern of the world, and there are no regrets in life so far, but how can you know so much about this matter?"

The man did not answer, but handed the good wine he brought from his hometown to Qin Cang to taste.

Qin Cang took the wine jar, and as soon as he tasted it, he felt that the vitality in his body was churning endlessly, forming a plum blossom by himself.

"Shennong's green plum meaning! you are ......"

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