There was snow, no wind, and the wind froze to death.

A horse-drawn carriage came from south to north, rolling wheels that crushed the snow on the ground.

Han Chuang sat up in a daze, took out the wine bag, and poured a sip of wine, the spicy breath slid into his stomach, and his whole stomach was warm.

In the center of the spacious carriage was a small stove, steaming like smoke, and he was not cold and did not need spirits to warm up, but the wine worm in his stomach made him pull out his wine bag again and again.

"Good wine!" Han Chuang shouted.

"Drinking again, didn't you promise me not to drink?" a jade hand snatched his wine bag.

Han Chuang looked at the owner of the jade hand with a sad face: on his flower-like beauty, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a naughty look on his face, his eyes were smart, and he had a touching charm.

Who else could make Han Chuang so depressed except Nie Qingqing? That day, after taking the dragon grass for another three days, Nie Qingqing woke up, and the two hired a carriage and drove towards Qingzhu Sect, who knew that there was heavy snow on the road, and at this moment the carriage was walking alone, walking very slowly.

"Let me take another sip. Han Chuang watched his beloved wine bag fall into the hands of his beloved girl, and couldn't help but cry out in pleading.

Nie Qingqing's eyes narrowed, and it took a long time to spit out two words: "Don't give it!" As he spoke, he hid the wine bag behind him.

"Uncle Hei said, drinking hurts your body, and you want me to look at you. Nie Qingqing said confidently.

Uncle Hei is his name for the mysterious man, for some reason, the mysterious man looked at Han Chuang left and right unpleasantly, but he and Nie Qingqing quickly met each other, and soon after, the two were as close as a father and daughter.

That closeness, sometimes even Han Chuang will be jealous.

"You-"

Before Han Chuang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the neighing of horses, followed by the coachman's shouting: "Boy, what are you doing in the middle of the road!"

Freeloader!

Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing glanced at each other, and Gu saw the helplessness in each other's eyes; this was not the first uninvited guest, in fact, since they left Yinshan, there had been a steady stream of martial artists coming to the door, and there was only one thing to do - Dragon Grass Grass.

Legend has it that the dragon grass can live and improve its strength, and such a magical herb will naturally make warriors flock to it.

Nie Qingqing said: "Didn't you release the news that the dragon grass is gone?"

Han Chuang thought to himself: "My aunt, then someone must believe it." He smiled bitterly and did not speak, but directly expressed his attitude with practical actions - lifting the curtain and poking his head out.

The coachman was a big man with a beard, an ugly face, a fierce eye, and when he spoke, his voice was like thunder, but when his eyes moved to Han Chuang, he immediately became softer, and even his voice became much gentler:

"My lord, you see this guy is in the middle of the road, and he won't let anything go. As he spoke, he thought about the shovel he had at hand, a shovel that was used to shovel snow, but it was also very suitable if it was used to drive people.

Han Chuang slowly raised his head and found that seven or eight steps away in front of the car, there was a person, a young man.

He had thick eyebrows, thick lips, a slightly collapsed nose, and a thin face, if it were just that, this must be a very ugly young man, but the pair of eyes that occasionally revealed the essence turned this ordinary face into gold.

People say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and in this pair of eyes, Han Chuang saw firmness, stubbornness, and indifference, indifference to anything, even himself.

An interesting person, Han Chuang immediately made up his mind.

It's always more interesting to meet an interesting person than to meet an uninteresting person, and interesting people will never come for a dragon's grass, that's not something they care about.

Han Chuang's eyes seemed to have some warmth.

"Brother, if you're tired of walking alone, I'll give you a ride. ”

The young man shook his head, he didn't even look at him, Han Chuang realized that there were no footprints around him at all, in this snowy weather, if there were no footprints, it could only mean two points, or this person was standing here before the snow and had not moved, or he had a peerless body method of stepping on snow without a trace.

No matter what kind of person this young man is, he is worthy of Han Chuang's attention, but that indifferent attitude makes Han Chuang feel insensitive to him.

"Hey, in a nutshell, are you deaf or dumb. His tone became a little heavier, and his expression became impatient.

Nie Qingqing's voice came from the carriage: "Brother Han, what's wrong?"

Han Chuang turned around and said softly, "It's nothing, I met a deaf person." After speaking, he stared at the young man with a smile.

The reason why he didn't call him mute was because mute people would babble twice when they encountered such a situation, so Han Chuang called him "deaf", even if he knew, in fact, this young man was not deaf.

Yes, he is not deaf.

The ability to comprehend the subtlety made Han Chuang notice that when Nie Qingqing's voice sounded, the young man's ears moved, and the expression on his face also showed a slight change.

Joy?

Han Chuang looked at this "zombie face" with tears and laughter, and he really couldn't associate it with joy.

The young man suddenly spoke: "You are a sword?"

The smile on Han Chuang's face became even stronger, "My name is Han Chuang, not a sword." ”

The young man glared at him and said, "Han Chuang is a sword." ”

Han Chuang was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then even if I am a sword, what are you looking for me?"

The young man said: "Compare swords!"

Only then did Han Chuang notice that there was a sword standing on the young man's waist, an ordinary sword, more than three feet long, and he didn't even have a scabbard, and it was wrapped in rags.

Han Chuang laughed: "You are not my opponent yet. ”

The young man held the hilt of the sword in his left hand and said coldly, "You will know only if you compare it." ”

Only then did Han Chuang notice the young man's hand, although he looked ragged, but this hand was surprisingly white, like a fish belly.

"Okay, then draw your sword. Han Chuang jumped down and jumped out of the carriage, the figure flashed, walked to the opposite side of the young man, and stared at him with a smile in his eyes.

The boy was silent for a long time, then lowered his left hand.

Han Chuang smiled, "What's the matter, don't you want to compete with me?"

The young man's eyes showed a look of loneliness, "I'm not your opponent." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Oh, didn't you just say that you have to compare to find out?"

The young man glared at him and said, "It's already compared." The tone changed, and he became extremely lonely: "I am in front of me, and I can't even pull out the sword." ”

Han Chuang smiled, walked up to the young man, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Since the sword is compared, how about I invite you to drink?"

The young man said, "When I win you, you can invite me to drink again." ”

Han Chuang smiled dumbly, the young man glared, and said, "Why?

Han Chuang smiled: "No, I was thinking about what kind of wine I invited you to drink." ”

The boy glared at him, and turned away, the soles of his feet brushing over the snow, leaving not a single footprint.

With a smile in his eyes, Han Chuang watched the young man's back and gradually disappeared into the mountain.

Nie Qingqing's voice came from the carriage: "Brother Han, who is it?" ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "It's nothing, he's a very interesting person." ”