There is heavy snow in winter, and it is a good year.

There are three whites in winter, which is a good year.

This year's snow season came earlier than usual.

Snow.

An old man with a disheveled head, wearing a coarse cloth garment, was torn into strips of cloth, swaying with the wind and snow, the shoes under his feet did not cover his feet, and his bare toes were stepping on the cold snow, but there was no sign of being frozen.

The old man walked forward, holding a wooden stick in his right hand, and a blackened wine gourd hung above the stick.

In the snow.

The boy's cheeks were frozen like ripe apples, and one or two white snow inadvertently fell on the boy's long eyelashes, turning into ice crystals and sticking to the eyelashes.

The hunchbacked old man led the young man's figure to walk in the snow, walking slowly, and behind them, a long series of footprints were reburied by the wind and snow in a short time.

Someone once said that when it snowed in the sky, it was the immortals in the sky who were secretly dying, and the snow that fell contained the immortals, so it was so cold.

The snow fell heavily, and it kept falling for a long time, covering the earth and everything in the world in a plain silver coat, and the eyes were all snow-white.

There is an old saying that the turtle dies in the first month, the cow dies in February, and the sowing man dies in March.

Therefore, after dark, ordinary people in the town go to bed earlier than before.

At the intersection of the town, there is a tavern with the lights on all the time.

It's freezing cold, and there is an endless stream of guests who go to the tavern to drink a bowl of spirits to warm up on a winter night.

Some of the people who had just come out of the tavern shrank their necks in the same motion, and there were puffs of white gas between their mouths and noses.

Afterwards, the drinkers put their hands in their pockets and left the tavern with some laughter.

Wine is a fire burning in the chest, showing heroism, allowing people to dispel the cold of winter, and can also allow literati and writers to help to entertain, write down the eternal absolute, hundreds of famous poems.

Since ancient times, there have been people who have walked the rivers and lakes, drinking alcohol immediately, and killing people under the knife.

Three glasses of wine, the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, there are good and bad.

There was an old storyteller in the tavern, he stroked his beard, the waking wood in his hand, fell on the square wooden table, "clang" a loud sound, woke up some drunken drinkers, and then, the old storyteller opened the folding fan in his hand and talked about the book:

"Ladies and gentlemen, looking at the past and the present, and then looking at the thousand-year history of our Celestial Empire, there is only one person who can be called a genius in the heavens. It is said that when this person was born, he caused the immortals in the sky to descend auspicious and blessed one party. This person memorized four books and five classics at the age of three, stepped into the path of cultivation at the age of five, and became famous all over the world at the age of eighteen. ”

At this point, the storyteller looked up at the full house, and he paused, and the waking wood in his hand fell on the wooden table again.

"Bang dang",

The storyteller then said:

"This person's name is secret, the Nine Shadows, and he has a long reputation in the Nether. But who knew that he was once just an ignorant young man, and he only knew how to innocently pursue martial arts......... Twenty years ago, a shocking duel kicked off, the sword qi in the sky was 30,000 miles long, and the dark valley outside the country was split into an abyss by a three-foot green blade, hundreds of feet deep, where the birds did not fly, and the living did not survive. ”

"That epic battle lasted for more than half a month, no one knows how to win or lose, only know that a thousand swords fell into the green mountains, since then, Yu Jiuyou has sealed the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and returned to the mountains and wilderness, leaving no one but a name, the legend he left behind, so that the swordsmen of the world can not only follow the footprints he left, to understand the hegemony of this genius of the sky, I hope there are traces to follow."

The tavern is almost always a regular here, and they come here every day, and they listen to this story told by the old storyteller once a day.

Although they are familiar with it, they are willing to listen to it again, and it should be to relieve their boredom.

"Bang dang!"

Xingmu fell on the wooden table again, and the old storyteller closed the folding fan in his hand, and today's book was finished.

The drinkers also drank the last sip of cloudy wine in the bowl, and their three or five friends hooked up their shoulders and joked with the old storyteller, and then turned around and walked out of the tavern.

A quarter of an hour later,

The people in the tavern were gone, and the drinkers had drunk and listened to their hearts, but before everyone left, no one could notice the bitterness at the corner of the old storyteller's mouth.

"Did you enjoy this world?"

The old storyteller smiled at the door of the tavern, it was a habit, every day, as if he was expecting something.

Xiao Er, wearing a cyan crooked hat, with a white cloth on his shoulder, was working hard to clean the tavern lobby.

After a pillar of incense.

The tavern was cleaned neatly and tidy, and Xiao Er, who was crooked, bent down to the storyteller and retreated. "Sir, the villain went down first."

The people in the town are familiar with the old storyteller, and they know that his name is Huang Jiuyong, he has a good eloquence with a lotus tongue, and he has no children and no daughters under his knees, but what they don't know is that this tavern is actually opened by the old storyteller.

The purpose of the storyteller to open the tavern is nothing more than to listen to the last sentence, "Xiao Er, warm two pots of wine, one pot for me, and one pot for the sword." ”

The sword goes out ninety thousand miles,

Warm wine to feed the sword, plus another 100,000 miles.

We are all madmen.

The old storyteller in the tavern has been waiting for someone.

……………

In the winter nights.

The old man led the boy in the snow, came to the town, and stood at the door of the tavern.

The boy moved his nose and sniffed the smell of wine wafting from the tavern, and his cheeks became even more rosy.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and people who are not strong enough to drink can actually get drunk when they smell the wine.

The young man shook the snow on his body and asked, "Grandpa, are we here?" ”

"Not yet, there are still a few days away from the imperial capital of the Celestial Empire."

The old man squatted down and gently wiped the snow off the young man's face with his calloused hands, and the doting in his eyes was unobstructed.

The stick was placed on the ground, and the blackened wine gourd touched the ground without making a sound of water.

The wine gourd is empty.

Mo'er took two steps forward, picked up the wooden stick on the ground and shook it a few times, revealing two small tiger teeth, and said with a smile: "Mo'er knows, grandpa is hungry for wine, so he stopped at the door of the tavern." Then grandpa, let's go, Mo'er is waiting for grandpa at the door. ”

"You, you've been a ghost since you were a child, you can't hide anything, grandpa will come back after a while to get a pot of wine, you just don't walk around at the door."

The old man raised his hand and touched Mo'er's head, and walked into the tavern with a wooden stick.

Mo'er waited in front of the tavern with a well-behaved face, her fingers clasped tightly, and she was bored, Mo'er looked at the surrounding buildings with a pair of big eyes.

For as long as Mo'er can remember, all he can remember is a wooden house hanging in the air, a cliffside, and some small animals playing with him in front of the wooden house.

It's just that Mo'er is very well-behaved and obedient, saying that she will wait for her grandfather at the door of the tavern, and she will wait for her grandfather at the door, and she will not go anywhere.

Inside the tavern.

"Xiao Er, make a pot of wine and put it in my wine gourd."

In the tavern, the old storyteller, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard this.

The old storyteller turned his head and looked at the old man who came to drink, with a disheveled hair, some places without covering his body, bent at the waist, such a depressed appearance, how could it be him, but the voice was a little similar.

The storyteller smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and walked into the cabinet without looking back.

Xiao Er with a crooked hat took the wine gourd, with a smile on his face, and said, "Okay, may I ask what kind of wine the guest officer makes?" ”

"The cheapest bar, give me a pot."

The old man reached out and groped in his arms, only to take out a small silver tael and put it on the counter.

"Okay, guest wait." The crooked hat Xiao Er collects money, drinks wine, and moves smoothly.

After a few breaths,

The wine gourd was filled with wine, and the old man hung it on a stick, tied it tightly, and turned to leave.

"Guest, go slowly." The crooked hat Xiao Er sent a salute.

Outside the tavern.

The old man touched Mo'er's head from behind him, and said with a smile: "Mo'er, wait a long time." ”

Mo'er turned around, hugged the old man's legs, and said with a little face: "Mo'er didn't wait long, by the way, by the way, are you hungry?" Mo'er still has some food here. ”

Then, Mo'er took out a piece of white bread from his arms, and it was steaming outside, which was what the old man had prepared at home before they left.

Before the white cake was finished, Mo'er put it in his arms and warmed it, and it never got cold.

Then the young man took out three more copper plates from his bosom and placed them on the old man's hand on tiptoe. "Oh, grandpa, Mo'er still has money here."

The young Mo'er learned from his grandfather that those yellow and white things were indispensable for walking in the red world.

tobacco and alcohol bridging,

Money paves the way,

It's just survival of the fittest.

The old man took the copper coin, squatted down, and asked, "Mo'er, where did you get the copper coin?" ”

Mo'er bit her fingers, recalled, and said, "Mo'er pulled it out in the crack of the bed, and there is a copper coin card that is too deep to be deducted." ”

The old man smiled and didn't speak, just put the white film back into Mo'er's arms, got up and pulled Mo'er away.

Five days later.

The imperial capital of the Celestial Empire, Yuanwu City.

The old man took Mo'er by the hand and shook off the snow on his clothes, and outside Yuanwu City, the grandfather and grandson stopped and looked up.

"Yuanwu City" three gilded characters, momentum like a rainbow, high inlaid on the city wall.

Outside the city gates.

The literati fall off the sedan chair and the warriors get off the horse, this is the rule, because the three words "Yuanwu City" were written by the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty.

The emperor is mighty.

"Bang, bang......"

The wine jug on the wooden stick was shaking, and the old man led Mo'er into the city with the bustling crowd.

There were too many people entering the city, and when the grandfather and grandson entered the city, the old man led Mo'er to a place where there were few people.

A small alley, there are some small merchants and vendors setting up stalls there, shouting and shouting, attracting customers, and the traffic is busy, at least much better than the main road at the city gate.

"Old gentleman, please stay, dare to ask if the old gentleman is the predecessor of Yu Jiuyou?"

Before the old man took a few steps with Mo'er, a person dressed in the official uniform of the crane appeared in front of him, and under the protection of the four armor soldiers, he came in a hurry.

The eyes emanating from the cloak of Yu Jiu Yu flashed a hint of interest, and he said slowly: "Yes, the old man is Yu Jiu You." ”

The official uniform of the crane, when he was a member of the first rank of the dynasty, was able to commit himself to pick up people at the city gate.

Sure enough, as the rumors say, the life of the little prince of the Celestial Empire, I am afraid that even the continuous life of the green lantern will not be able to maintain the only remaining soul.