Compared with the salivation of those young women in Danjiangkou, Chen Zhenyi, and the envy and worship of Yu Xuanji, the young man in white had more excitement on his face.

Those salivating young women saw a handsome young man who was slightly melancholy and handsome enough to kill all the men in Danjiangkou with one eye, and Chen Zhenyi and Yu Xuanji saw a fairy, handsome and elegant master, as for the young man who sat on the roof of the building and drank alone, in the eyes of the young man in white, it was a different look, a white crane that had been singing for nine days was also one of the three souls of the seven-star sword that he had been thinking about for the past two days, to be precise, it should be an immortal crane with one of the three souls of the seven-star sword.

Wangjiang Tower is built along the river, the south is the surging Danjiang River, and the north is the main street of Danjiangkou.

Even if this street, which can only be run side by side by two carriages, is called the main street, it was also ten years ago, and that was the proud words of the people of Danjiangkou from the bottom of their hearts. In fact, the real main street of Danjiangkou was not this one originally, but still to the north, the long street called Taiping can accommodate five cars walking side by side at the same time, and there are more shops.

As for why this small street, which can only be regarded as an alley in terms of scale, is called the main street, it is also due to this small Wangjiang Tower.

Ten years ago, a sentence of white-clothed plain hands around the fingers made Wangjianglou and finger around the fingers become the Internet celebrity holy places for celebrities and celebrities in the world to check in. At that time, there was a great Confucian who left Zen words on the Wangjiang Tower, and it is said that if you understand the deep meaning, you can worship the prime minister. Worship the prime minister is the pursuit of the scholar to spend his life, listen to the Zen language to achieve the ideal, a lot of conceited and talented people come to visit, a spread of ten to hundred, this news spread, with Wangjianglou as the core, spread rapidly, spread all over the north and south of the river, the east and west of the long river.

The scholars who were obsessed with fame on the Spring and Autumn Continent worked tirelessly and traveled thousands of miles to try to uncover the Zen words on the Wangjiang Tower. Later, this legend was interpreted as long as you can uncover the Zen language, you can penetrate the way of heaven and obtain the body of eternal life, which makes countless cultivators yearn for it, and they come from all directions one after another; Later, the story changed again, saying that if you can understand Zen language, you can grow old with your sweetheart.

The more outrageous the story became, more and more people came, and scholars, Taoist priests, monks, merchants, etc., with various accents, came and went. Many merchants who were originally on the main street also took the opportunity to move their shops to this street, but the main street became cold, and over time, when many outsiders asked about the most prosperous main street, some people led people to the cold main street, and some people led people to the bustling alleys, so it caused a lot of misunderstandings. In the end, this alley was simply called the main street, and the original main street was called Taiping Street, and even the city gate was moved because of this.

"Conceited and talented, the sword heart can be full of frost." Yu Xuanji tilted his head and read out the poem on the wall.

Chen Zhenyi echoed: "It is difficult to pay for a dream in ten years, and the white clothes are soft with their hands around their fingers. ”

Two men in white sat at the same table, but they looked like strangers, drinking alone. Zhou Zixiu looked at the Zen language on the wall and smiled without saying a word, and Bai He looked at the Danjiang outside the window with a calm face.

Chen Zhenyi muttered: "What kind of Zen language is this, it is clearly the frustrated words of a scholar who is conceited and sad and sad!" ”

Hearing this, Bai He, who had been looking out the window, turned his head and said with a smile: "The meaning of the word, the taste of the wine, you can only understand the words after drinking the wine......"

"This is true, just a few words in a sentence, it has been read over and over again for ten years, some people laughed, some people cried, some people were sad, some people smiled, when the wise see the wise, the benevolent see the benevolent, it varies from person to person" A woman in red walked upstairs, her expression was sad, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, I don't know whether it was sad or happy.

The four people who heard the voice looked at the staircase in unison, and the woman walked unhurriedly to the wall and repeated the words on the wall: "Conceited and talented, the sword heart can be full of frost." Ten years of dreams are difficult to pay, and the white clothes are soft with their hands around their fingers".

Then he looked at the wall and was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think?" ”

The young man in white raised the wine glass in his hand, drank a glass of finger wrapping, and said lightly: "How dare you talk nonsense in front of the girl Xianyu, if you want to understand the meaning of this word, no one in the world can understand it more deeply than the girl, I have self-knowledge, so I won't be ugly......"

Chen Zhenyi found that the woman in red, who was about thirty years old, had soft eyes, plump body, and snow-white skin like a freshly peeled boiled egg, but the pair of moth eyebrows were tightly squeezed together, giving people a feeling of broken liver and intestines.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, but her eyebrows did not stretch at all, she stepped forward and sat down opposite the young man in white, and said softly: "Which one do you say is important, fame or fame?" ”

The young man in white was a little cramped, and said with an embarrassed smile: "You are asking the wrong person, you also know, I am free and scattered, alone, I have no fame to be gained, and I have no fame to accompany me, how can I know which one is more important!" ”

The woman in red laughed and slowly got up.

When he was about to go downstairs, he turned his head to look at Chen Zhenyi, and said seriously: "Don't be infatuated with ......."

Chen Zhenyi didn't know why, but when he heard this, he subconsciously looked at Yu Xuanji. Yu Xuanji was still staring at the wall at this time, and did not notice Chen Zhenyi's actions.

Chen Zhenyi was about to ask what this meant, but the woman in red had already gone downstairs.

"Sir, do you know each other?" As soon as Chen Zhenyi walked to the table, he smelled a hint of herbs.

The young man in white sighed and said: "She is the owner of Wangjiang Tower, and she is fresh in Huachen."

Chen Zhen nodded and said to Bai He on the side: "Senior brother, do you know her too?" ”

Bai He shook his head lightly and said softly: "They are all hard-working people, each with their own story, why do you have to know each other?" ”

Chen Zhenyi was thoughtful and muttered: "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we have met each other......

As soon as these words came out, Yu Xuanji turned around abruptly and looked at Chen Zhenyi in surprise.

Even Bai He and the young man in white also cast surprised expressions, and Bai He said, "I didn't expect you kid to have this ability?" It's a pity that you don't go to Confucianism......"

"It's ......too late to apprentice now," a deep voice came from the window, and then an old man in a green shirt floated into the window.

After stabilizing his figure, he said loudly: "Who said that sentence just now, let the old man know ...... know."

The young man in white was taken aback, and quickly got up and arched his hand: "Ye Lao ......"

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Zhou! Fortunately, fortunately, it will ......" The old man in the green shirt clenched his fists casually, but his eyes were staring at Chen Zhenyi, the expression on his face changed from surprise to joy, then to confusion, and finally solemn.

Chen Zhenyi took in the changes in the old man's mood, thinking that this old man should not be a madman, right? Why is it so strange?

The old man in the green shirt asked tentatively, "Are you a Confucian disciple?" ”

Chen Zhenyi shook his head and said softly: "I am a disciple of Wudang."

The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, turned around and paced two steps, then turned around sharply, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his palms struck out, and a white true qi hit Chen Zhenyi. Chen Zhen didn't react for a while, and sat on the chair in a daze.

The white-clothed young man and the white crane, who were very close to Chen Zhenyi, didn't expect the old man to suddenly attack Chen Zhenyi, they didn't have any defense, and now they couldn't save it even if they wanted to, so they could only watch the white true qi get closer and closer to Chen Zhenyi.

Seeing that he was about to hit Chen Zhenyi, a bronze sword shining with green light appeared out of thin air, blocking Chen Zhenyi's chest, and counterattacked the white true qi. The old man's pupils dilated, but he didn't hesitate, he dodged sideways, and the white true qi hit the Zen poem on the wall, knocking it all down.

The Seven Star Sword actually has an autonomous consciousness? The young man in white was taken aback, remembering the time and timing of the appearance of the Seven Star Sword, and thought that it must not have been summoned by Chen Zhenyi, so there was only one explanation, that is, the Seven Star Sword sensed Chen Zhenyi's danger and came out to help him block the attack.

The woman in red, who heard the movement, entered the hall on the third floor like a ghost, and when she saw that the Zen language on the wall was destroyed, her face changed abruptly, and she said sharply: "Who destroyed this wall?" ”

The old man in the green shirt smiled awkwardly and said, "Miss Huachen, the old man has no intention of destroying your wall, accidentally injured, accidentally injured!" ”

The woman in red sneered, didn't talk nonsense, and directly started to fight with the old man.

The old man in the green shirt knew that he was wrong, avoided everywhere, and finally escaped through the window. The woman in red followed, followed the old man and flew out of Wangjiang Tower, all the way to the Danjiang River.

The old man in the green shirt was anxious, and said in a deep voice: "Girl, don't be unforgiving, the old man didn't mean it, just for a wall, right?" If you are so aggressive, I will fight back."

"Old horseman, you destroyed my wall, I want you to pay for your life......" The woman in red became hysterical, looking at the posture and about to break the net.

"Don't think that if you're a woman, I won't beat you......" The old man in green shirt hung in the air, raised his right hand, and a water dragon rose from the Danjiang River, roaring and rushing towards the woman in red.

Not to be outdone, the woman in red raised her hand in the air and held it, and a silver long sword glowing with a cold light appeared in her hand out of thin air, and the air around her instantly became a little cold, and even the surging water of the Danjiang River seemed to slow down. The woman in red pointed at the water dragon that rushed towards her, and the water dragon immediately turned into an ice dragon, frozen in the air, motionless.

"Chengying Sword?" The young man in white and the old man in green shirt exclaimed at the same time.

The woman in red snorted coldly, raised her sword and slashed at the dragon's head, and an ice dragon instantly turned into a fine piece of ice and fell back to the Danjiang River. Then he urged the true qi, and with the help of the Chengying Sword, countless water columns surged up from the Danjiang River, turning into sharp ice swords in the air, and all of them flew towards the old man in green shirts.

The old man swung his sleeves, and an invisible true qi gushed out from his sleeve and knocked all the ice swords flying, and then raised his hand, and a blazing sunlight drilled into his palm, he used the haoran qi in his body to refine the sunlight, and pushed it out with one palm, and a beam of light mixed with flames hit the woman in red.

The woman in red swiped her long sword, stirring up thousands of waves of water and blocking in front of her.

The white light seemed to have a temperature that could melt everything, turning all the water waves into water vapor, breaking through layer by layer, and finally hitting the chest of the woman in red, who was like a remnant sun, falling towards the river.

Just as he was about to fall into the surging Danjiang River, a green shadow rushed towards the water, caught the woman in red, and flew to the shore.

The woman in red finally had a long-lost smile on her pale face, and then closed her eyes heavily.

It was Mencius Ziyu, a green-shirted Confucian who rescued her, who walked away from Wudang, and at this moment, he was holding the red-clothed woman who had passed out, his eyes were full of sorrow.

Upstairs in Wangjiang, all the guests who were drinking were lying on the railing outside the cloister, looking at the two of them, and some people remembered a scene that happened in Danjiangkou ten years ago, which was extremely similar to today. Others remember that a man died on the shore that day, and the blood was as bright as the woman's red dress today.

Red or white?

In the past, it was a white garment stained red with blood, but today it is a red garment dyed like blood.

I don't know if there is a deviation in memory, those who experienced the battle of Danjiang ten years ago can no longer remember whether they are red or white.

Just as they can't remember whether it was their daughter who was red or finger twisted on the Wangjiang upstairs back then.

Nowadays, both kinds of wine are sold, and it doesn't seem to matter which one comes after the other.