The cold wind is blowing.

The chill between heaven and earth is thicker, and the starlight is as cold as ice and as light as a dream.

Amorous dreams.

The carriage galloped like a fly, but it was extremely smooth, without a single bump.

The old coachman's whip fell on the horse's back, neither light nor heavy, just enough to stimulate and awaken the strength in the body.

This method is not something that all coachmen know, and people who are not very knowledgeable about horses will not understand it; I haven't been with horses for many years, and I won't understand; If you have too many interests and hobbies, you won't understand them; If the heart is not sincere, it will not understand.

Maybe every line is the same, only sincerity, can understand the mystery inside, have been orthodox, have been brave to climb the peak, the peak goodbye peak, the endless peak, the endless miracle.

People who understand this truth may not be smart people, but they know how to be sincere more than smart people, and know how to understand the subtleties more than smart people, so smart people will never get and understand more than this kind of people, so human beings are so civilized and brilliant.

The neighing of horses drifted in through the thick curtain of cloth, so it was not strong, but it was extremely cold, cold and piercing.

Liu ecstasy stared at Wusheng and smiled.

Her smile has no sound, but it is more difficult to refuse than having a voice, a temptation and ecstasy that is difficult to refuse.

This kind of temptation and ecstasy is simply the root of the loneliness and lovesickness of countless prodigal sons in the middle of the night.

"What are we supposed to do?"

Liu Ecstasy laughed and walked towards Wusheng, sitting at his feet.

One stood upright like a stone statue, and the other sat delicately.

"It's my business."

Liu ecstasy touched the lifeless body and stared delicately, "You want to get rid of us?" ”

Silent without life.

Standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

"I'm a prodigal son at the end of the world, and I know a little kung fu, which will help you."

Silent without life.

"They are not looking for you to duel, but to kill you."

She spoke slowly and carefully.

She thinks she can help him, as long as she can help him, will she help?

Silent without life.

"You passed, it wasn't a duel, it wasn't a duel."

Silent without life.

The smile on Liu's face was even stronger.

But she stopped talking, staring at the fruit on the low table, and her hand was touching the fruit.

Finally taking out an apple, she stood up and stared into her lifeless eyes.

Her eyes were sincere and fearless, and she did not speak, and the apple had been given to him.

Wusheng didn't refuse, didn't speak, and didn't need to speak.

The feelings of the prodigal sons in the rivers and lakes are not expressed in words, and words may not be able to express such real feelings.

Two people who haven't been in a deep relationship for a long time, will they be tormented by some strange things around them? A spark that is hard to understand and hard to avoid.

There seemed to be a spark in Liu's ecstasy eyes, an extremely delicate, ecstatic spark that could not only make himself ecstatic, but also make most normal men ecstasy.

She suddenly lowered her head, unwilling to look at Wusheng again, and gradually slipped into the corner.

The body was already heaving, not speaking, not breathing.

The soft swaying of the fire.

Why did she hang her head? Why did her body rise and fall?

Are you secretly sad for Wusheng? Or is it powerless to stand up tormented by loneliness and emptiness? Or are you enjoying the slightest thrill?

The excitement of the rootless prodigal son in the rivers and lakes? The thrill of pleasure and ecstasy.

Sigh of nothingness.

He took off the cloak from her body and draped it over her body.

She didn't refuse, and she didn't look up.

When he held the cloak, he suddenly made a move, and Wusheng suddenly fell, and fell under her body.

Liu's body rose and fell more violently, and the smile on his face became stronger.

She clung to Wusheng and kissed his chest tightly, his chest was hard, warm and steady.

When his lips touched his chest, he could still feel his heart more stable.

Just when her body was rising and falling to the most violent, the lifeless stone statue stood upright, no longer looked at her, lifted the thick curtain, and walked out like a stone statue.

The cold, bleak, hazy moonlight is as hazy as a lover's dream.

Lonely, lovesick dreams.

Facing the cold wind, Wusheng floated up like a light smoke, floated out, and floated forward.

His eyes were already staring and poking at him.

The dead leaves on the road were thick, as thick as the cotton quilt of the earth, and the cold moonlight shone on them, without a trace of vitality, without a trace of vitality.

A cold wind drifted by, rustling, as if the demon in hell was playing a joyful, cheerful tune.

His body still did not tremble, and the cold wind, loneliness, and torture ...... did not seem to make him succumb.

At the end of the road is the river.

He stood like a stone statue by the river, standing silently.

The river is not as lovely, charming and less beautiful as it is in summer.

But there is still vitality, a flowing vitality, vitality, gusts of cold wind drifting by, rolling up the dead leaves and swaying, swaying and falling into the river.

The rushing river suddenly carried away the dead leaves, and I didn't know where to take them or when.

Isn't this the same as the prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know where the next moment will be? I don't know if I will be alive in the next moment?

Is Wusheng a prodigal son?

Wusheng is the prodigal son, the prodigal son of the prodigal son, with neither roots, nor a woman, nor a family, he has almost nothing.

But not absolutely, he only has duels.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, not afraid of wind and rain.

The wind and thunder are proud, and the snow cup is frosted.

Brave as iron and gold, alone into the peak and far beach.

Lightly lock the moon and the stars, proud of the ancient and modern.

The soul is frightened by the yin and yang, and the duel between heaven and earth.

The night is getting darker, and the loneliness is getting thicker.

Sigh of nothingness.

He was still in the carriage a moment ago, and there were two prodigal sons next to him, just like him.

What now?

The world is really unpredictable, how can everything in the rivers and lakes go well?

The river is still flowing, flowing forward, not stopping, and not knowing how to stop.

The withered grass on the river bank has completely yellowed and withered, and it looks extremely soft when stepped on, soft as a lover's concern and lovesickness.

Walking forward like a lifeless stone statue, no longer nostalgic for this place, nor for anything else.

It's like he's not nostalgic for Yang Qing, nor is he nostalgic for Liu ecstasy.

Everything about them has nothing to do with him.

This is the rivers and lakes, and the emotions in the rivers and lakes may be really bleak and sad.

What about the prodigal son's emotions in the rivers and lakes?

Maybe lifelessness is ruthless, so it will not be ruthless, and ruthlessness can only be eliminated after you have emotions.

When he left them, was he afraid that he would have emotions, and if he had emotions, he would not be ruthless, and it would be painful to be ruthless?

Did he see this, so he was leaving, leaving alone?

didn't say goodbye to Yang Qing, and he didn't want to be entangled with Liu.

The cold wind is fluttering in the distance, and the clothes are fluttering.

The smile on their faces didn't flutter, not the slightest flutter.

Two men with lanterns stood motionless not far away, their expressions swaying in loneliness as the lanterns swayed in the cold wind.

The cold, unforgiving earth, the color of loneliness seems to have gradually become more intense.

Two gorgeously dressed girls with serious faces waited quietly for Wusheng, quietly staring at Wusheng.

The lifeless stone statue stood not far from them, silent like a stone statue.

Empty eyes were staring at them like spearheads, poking them at each other, as if they were going to stab them to death on the ground.

There was not a trace of change in their expressions, nor a trace of fear, nor a trace of joy.

One of the girls handed the lantern to the other and walked towards lifelessness.

A widow with a cold and haughty countenance, noble as chaste, suddenly had an extra knife in her hand.

The chill between heaven and earth is getting stronger, and the chill on the blade is even stronger.

Cold people, cold knives.

No one could imagine where the knife came from, no one could imagine how scorching the chill was.

Pressing people's imminent, forcing people's soul, forcing people's spirit.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The body didn't move, and the gun didn't move.

Her hand had been clenched tighter, and the knife flashed more violently, as if it was the amorous and lonely girl, who was about to go crazy and collapse.

But now she hasn't gone crazy, she hasn't collapsed.

She stared at the lifeless body, at the gun in the lifeless hand.

The stone-like body was not wearing a single shirt, and the cold wind passed without a trace of chill.

"Are you a spear god without life?"

Wusheng was silent and nodded.

"How do you prove it?"

Silent without life.

"You can't prove it, can you?"

Silent without life.

"I have a way, I must be able to prove whether you are a gun god or not."

Wusheng was silent, as if he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

She smiled, a cold and arrogant smile had floated, and the sword light had suddenly floated.

The sword flashed, and her laughter fluttered.

Smoke rises like a light smoke, and a light smoke floats like a smoke.

"Even if you are lifeless, you will not be a spear god, you will become a god of death."

The laughter is cold and arrogant, noble like a monster or a wild ghost in estrus.

Wild ghosts are cruel, she seems to be more cruel than wild ghosts, cruel and cold-blooded.

There was no life, and there was a light smoke drifting.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the dead leaves are undulating.

No one could have imagined that this young girl's kung fu was so powerful and domineering.

If you are an ordinary Jianghu guest, you may have to return to the west.

It's a pity that she didn't meet ordinary people, and she didn't always appear in the rivers and lakes.

Maybe he is not a man, but a god, one of the few gods in the rivers and lakes.

When the dead leaves fall down, they suddenly split and separate.

Cold sweat broke out on the girl's forehead, and she sneered, "Are you human?" You....... ”

The sound suddenly stopped, the knife light suddenly disappeared, and the killing machine disappeared suddenly.

She fell as soft as dead flesh suddenly, and when she fell, she never moved again, never again.

The smile on her arrogant and noble cheeks had stiffened, but her eyes were spitting out, as if she had not been killed by someone, as if she had been strangled to death by a ghost.

A dead leaf fell on her cheek and drifted away with the icy wind, into the distance, to the horizon.

The ruthless and unrighteous distance, the inhumane horizon.

The moon hangs in the sky.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the stone statue was silent, but it had sighed.