"It's so cold today......"

"Who's to say it's not, let's go, go have a drink or two to warm up!"

At this time, it was a hot summer, but the snow fox was still snowing heavily, and it happened to be blowing a strong wind, and the rolled snow flakes were cut on the faces of the snow fox people like knives in the wind.

In the severe cold and snow, there is a person who is shirtless, holding a spear in his hand, and he doesn't care about the red from the cold, his muscles are like steel and iron, driving the spear like his hands and feet, and the spear is dancing with snow, and the moves are orderly, and the style is fast and ruthless.

A move to sweep the ground and grab, "whew", with this person as the heart, the surrounding snow suddenly retreated, revealing the loess field under the snow, which was forming a circle.

This person is the eighteen-year-old Han Gexiao.

After practicing a set of marksmanship, Han Gexiao put on a cotton coat, wrapped a holster, and scolded with a pout: "Why is it so cold!" ”

Han Gexiao is eight feet tall, with a heroic aura similar to Wanyan Yunru between his eyebrows and eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face is sharp and angular, his shallow beard sticks out of his cheeks, and the wind and frost have not left any traces on his face.

Han Gexiao twisted a handful of snow on the ground, the snow melted in his hand in an instant, then raised his head and drank all the snow water, wiped his mouth, turned over a tall horse, hung the spear diagonally on his back, and whipped straight out of the school field.

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Snow Fox City is not prosperous, but the restaurant tavern is full of guests every day, and the best way to keep out the cold in the extremely cold place is a pot of hot wine in the throat.

At this time, firecrackers crackled in front of Jiang Xuelou, the largest restaurant in Snow Fox City, and the snow was covered with red.

The gongs and drums in front of the door were noisy, two dancing lions stepped on the wooden stake to grab the hydrangea, and the onlookers shouted loudly, and the sound soared, until it overshadowed the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums.

Han Ge came with a smile on his face: "Run, tie the horse!" ”

"Good guest officer, you're late, inside, it's already started!"

Han Ge laughed twice: "This is sorry, today's big day, Han Mou will not pay first!" ”

The little second shook his head with a smile and pulled his throat: "The guest officer doesn't have to, the main master of today hasn't come yet!" ”

Han Ge raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Today is his day, and the stinky boy is still late?" It's all to blame for that poor week! It's okay to lead out his gluttony for writing sour poems! Soak in the room every day and mutter, begging for a word! ”

Han Gexiao shook his head, and Meteor strode into the restaurant.

The restaurant has three floors, and at this time, the three floors are full of guests, and several long red silks hang down from the third floor to the first floor.

"Gexiao, go upstairs!" A voice on the third floor called.

Han Gexiao looked up and laughed: "Discipline yourself, today Lao Tzu will drink you under the table!" ”

The barracks is a very magical place, how can a teenager make a grudge? Eating and living together for four years, they have been close to each other, and they have long forgotten the-for-tat confrontation of childhood.

After three glasses of wine, Han Ge rubbed his hands with a smile: "It's finally warm!" What's the matter with that kid? Not here yet? ”

Hu Lu Ji waved his hand: "Who knows? Let me see, give him a big banquet today, and it is estimated that he will not go out if he can't write a toast with a sour taste in the room! ”

Hu Luji filled the wine and continued: "But this kid is really powerful, this year's big competition is the first again, the sword is like a ghost, and the people who beat that kid Yeluye are stupid!" ”

Han Ge smiled and lifted the wine: "Yes, I still remember the first big competition that year, I told Ye Luye to pierce him with several blood holes, and he barely won the battle, these years are stronger than he is getting stronger year by year, but unfortunately, he is second every year!" Hahahaha! ”

"Hey, Gexiao, haven't you heard of it, recently it was rumored in the camp that Nan Ke guy is handsome, good at kung fu and can write sour poems, if you go to the Southern Dynasty, it will not be difficult to be a concubine!"

"Hahaha, I heard about it, and that kid also knew that his nose was crooked, saying that he was a fart colt Lang, and he wanted to snatch the emperor's daughter's daughter to the Northern Regions!"

Hu Luji drank another cup: "Recently, it has become more and more troublesome on the side of the mountain, in my opinion, at most six or seven years, we will start a war with the Southern Dynasty!" ”

Han Ge slapped the table with a smile: "I'm afraid of him!" At that time, we will all be serious Northern Territory Army, and the southern thieves who are not fighting will cry and call their mother! ”

"Haha, yes! Which of the brothers in this building is afraid of death? It was Zhou Ping, who was defeated by Han Gexiao back then.

"Who said there are only brothers?" The one who spoke was a woman, wearing jet-black military armor, her hair was tied up high, it was Ma Chuchen who was defeated by Chen Hao in one move, since that big competition, Ma Chuchen was strong, and she trained harder than ordinary male soldiers, and everyone called her the next Wanyan Yunru.

Zhou Ping picked up the wine glass: "Yes!" Not just brothers, but sisters! My sons and daughters of the Northern Regions, none of them are greedy for life and afraid of death! ”

Between Jiang Xuelou pushing the cup and changing the lamp, in the Snow Fox Camp at this time, in a wing room, one person put down his pen and looked at the words that had just been written in his hand: "Tsk, this is decent!" I'm such a talent! Hahaha! As he spoke, he waved his hand to dry the ink on the rice paper, folded it and put it in his arms, changed into a green robe, draped his long hair, carried a three-foot long sword, and pushed the door out against the wind and snow.

The horseshoe prints remained on the snow, and after a while they were covered by new snow, and there was no trace.

At this time, outside Jiang Xue Building, a person wearing silver armor entered the restaurant under the traction of Xiao Er.

The man waved his hand: "Today's happy event, you don't have to be restrained, sit!" "This person is Lu Zhongda, the general of the Snow Fox Division's reserve battalion.

Lu Zhongda stepped up to the third floor, rarely did not sit in the main seat, sat in the guest seat, and said with big hands: "You don't have to be formal, there is no soldier today, we are gathered here, just for He Nan to win the crown!" ”

Hearing this, Han Gexiao immediately put his arms around Lu Zhongda's shoulder: "General Lu is right!" Hahaha, happy! The embarrassment in the eyes of the few people next to him was about to flow out.

Downstairs, Xiao Er took a broom and dustpan to sweep the firecracker ash in front of the door, and a group of dolls were looking for firecrackers that had not exploded in the red paper all over the ground.

"Go, go, go elsewhere, there's a feast today!" Xiao Er waved a broom to drive the child, and suddenly his ears moved, and he only heard a horse's hooves.

Xiao Er took the reins: "Yo, you're finally here, General Lu has arrived, but you're late." ”

"yes, everyone has arrived, it's me who is rude." As he spoke, he walked into the restaurant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Nan Ke is late! Or will it be wrong, let's get straight to the point, this toast has been made! ”

The person who came was none other than Nan Cao.

Eighteen-year-old Nan Ke has a green robe, a white coat, a Xixue sword on his back, his hair is scattered, he is of medium stature, his facial features are delicate and handsome, but he has a bit of a feminine appearance.

Nan Ke waved his sleeve robe and said loudly:

"The horse neighed back, the sword roared in the west wind,

The young man is worried, and his love and hate are also long.

Dust-stained Luo skirt, blood-washed Qingfeng,

Millions of male soldiers have passed, and the sword is a guide to the mountain.

Sincere:

More taste of Yanxi, less farewell mourning,

Don't sing the moon in the snow, but ask for the white!

If the clouds cut the moon, the lack of the circle has nothing to do with me! ”