Zhao Changhe:

Are you talking about horses or horses?

Well, the snow is treadmilling, are you talking about horses, or am you pressing me?

Cui Yuanyang looked left and right, the horse galloped for a while, there was no one around, the breeze on the riverside was blowing, the sound of the river waves, and the shadow of the sail could be vaguely seen in the distance. ，

The murderous opportunity of crossing the river at that time has turned into the warmth of today's spring breeze; The danger of riding a horse to escape for his life has turned into a stroll and wandering today.

Cui Yuanyang looked at it, his beautiful eyes gradually blurred, and he nestled in his arms with some emotion and said softly: "Brother Zhao, you are leaving...... Can...... Kiss me? ”，

Zhao Changhe was not polite, nor excessive.

He lowered his head, gently kissed the little rabbit on the hot cheek, and whispered, "It should have been stamped first...... Wait for me. ”

Zhao Changhe's leisurely days passed for three days.

Reading at night and indulging in history learning. During the day, he went to learn equestrianism, and when he was tired, he held the little white rabbit under the willows on the riverside, avoided the riders who were far away, and secretly kissed behind the trees.

The snow-treading black horse and the black peony wandered by the tree, looking at the pair...... I don't know if they have stirred up any sparks, and secretly went to breed by themselves. In short, the men and women under the tree were so confused that they didn't have time to pay attention to what their horses were doing.

The little white rabbit was originally very dissatisfied with his beloved horse to be bred, but as long as it was Brother Zhao's horse, it seemed to be fine.

Originally, it was meant to be matched, from people to horses.

The snow is also very honest now, and he will be beaten if he jumps around, and he is honest with a little mare with him, and he knows how to do it even if he is a horse.

What's more, this master is really powerful, in just three days, he has evolved from a novice who can't ride a horse at all to a difficult action like hiding in stirrups, just like a man who has been begging for a few years on a horse, and he doesn't see that he is a newcomer at all.

Cui Yuanyang also discovered that as long as it is a sports thing, Brother Zhao learns very quickly, on the contrary, every time he goes to the study to read, Brother Zhao's eyes are blurred and drowsy.

When he said that he was going to read the history of the era, he was very interested in it, and his eyes were dizzy when he sat there, and he didn't know how much he had read for three days, and he wrote down a few words.

Well, it's like when Yang Yang was forced to memorize the inner exercises in the past, it was really husband and wife.

He is right, a person like him, let alone any court, should be born to be fresh and angry on the rivers and lakes.

But Yang Yang became more and more reluctant.

In fact, the day before yesterday, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow had already been dealt with, and Zhao Changhe could leave at that time. Learning equestrianism plus studying history was a good reason for him to stay for another two days. And reading can never be finished, there is a standard for learning equestrianism, and the day you learn it, it means that you can go at any time......

Cui Yuanyang even felt that Zhao Changhe's kiss was not as committed as the previous two days, and he didn't know if it was an illusion......

Of course, it's an illusion, Zhao Changhe is not embarrassed to kiss the little girl's little mouth now, what is there to invest in kissing Dong's face...... He has always loved Yang Yang far more than he wants, and he doesn't know if he will change if he will see him again in the future.

"Brother Zhao" The wind blew the willows, and the little girl leaned on the lover's shoulder socket to draw circles, muttering in confusion.

"Huh?" Zhao Changhe reached out to tease her chin: "What's wrong?" ”

"Tomorrow Qingming, our whole family will worship our ancestors, and the second uncle and their affairs before will also be sacrificed to the ancestors, and they will be beheaded in front of the spirit."

"6 Well, I haven't seen your father in the past two days, I guess this matter will be very troublesome in the future, your second uncle is so powerful, and it is difficult to deal with it. It was not easy to chat with me that night. ”

"In front of outsiders, he always needs to be light and light." Cui Yuanyang said in a low voice: "I used to think that my father was very tired, the ninth on the list, the world's famous family, who doesn't look up, but I think it's better for Brother Zhao to walk the rivers and lakes with a knife and be chic and comfortable." ”

"That's why the little fool envies that kind of wind and rain, and then he was deceived by the mountain bandits."

"Hmph...... "Cui Yuanyang didn't say anything about it, but fortunately, I met Brother Zhao, and everyone has talked enough about it in the past two days." What she wants to say is that because of this, Yang Yang doesn't want to be a drag oil bottle, dragging Brother Zhao can't take a step, and he has become the second Cui Wenbian with many worries.

In a sense, it was a good thing for the rivers and lakes to think that Zhao Changhe was driven away by the Cui family, and he still had nothing to worry about and strode forward.

But the little girl didn't say that after all, she said that everyone will worship their ancestors tomorrow, and the meaning is already very clear.

She doesn't want to face farewell, crying and crying, and the sadness of parting may not subside for a month; Zhao Changhe most of the time doesn't like to be greasy and crooked, and it is ideal to leave while they are worshipping their ancestors.

So she offered the time, and everyone knew it.

Yang Yang has always been the most measured.

April 5th, Qingming.

There was some light rain at night, and at the beginning of the morning, the fog was heavy, the sky was dark, and the moon hung obliquely on the horizon, looming.

Zhao Changhe, who was in the guest house, stroked the Daxia Dragon Sparrow in his hand that was smeared like an ancient rusty knife: "Zhonger Dao, don't worry, my brother will take you out to kill." ”，

The sound of the knife buzzed, as if there was dissatisfaction and joy.

Zhao Changhe slowly hung it on his back and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

The man who is more than eight feet long is a big man with a four-foot-long broadsword behind him, and the long handle of the knife is obliquely penetrated from the shoulder.

The scribe's brocade robe on his body was replaced by a samurai suit, no longer vermilion, gray-brown and low-key, a shabby wine gourd hung diagonally on his waist, with the deliberately unshaved slag on his face in the past two days, and the cynical recklessness reappeared in the mirror.

"Bell!" The bell rang in the distant hills, and it was the Cui family's ancestor who initiated the full summoning.

Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked into the distance, in the mist, the mountains were difficult to see.

But he knew that there was a little girl, walking on the mountain road, looking back at the direction of the inn here step by step.

He looked at it for a while, packed his bags, strode out the door, and stepped on the snowy black horse.

The horses neighed, and in the early morning mist, the sound of horses' hooves stepped out of the silent streets of Qinghe County and went straight to the Changhe River outside the county.

On the hill, Cui Yuanyang had just walked to the top, seemed to be aware of it, turned his head, and looked into the distance.

The mist gradually faded, and there was still no human figure in sight, but I could vaguely see the willow bank by the river, the wind and the waning moon.

The little girl who has never read and does not seek to understand is suddenly floating in her heart a few words handed down from the previous era.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

It's a famous sentence that can be retained across the era, just because you read it again, you know that you are already in the words.

"Daddy." She suddenly pulled the corner of Cui Wenjian's clothes in front of her: "After worshipping the ancestors, Yang Yang asked for confinement and asked my father to teach me Qinghe Purple Qi." ”

Cui Wenxuan was relieved and said, "Very good." ”

Cui Yuanyang looked at Changhe outside the county again, and whispered to himself: "You must wait for me...... Three years later, don't forget about Yangyang. ”

Thousands of miles to the southeast, Gujian Lake.

There is a bamboo forest by the lake, a grass house in the forest, and a tomb on the side of the house.

Han Wuxian sat quietly on the side of the tomb, the long sword was placed horizontally in front of the monument, opened a pot of warm wine and slowly poured it on the sword, and sometimes took a sip by himself, as if drinking with the sword, and as if it was some kind of sacrifice.

I don't know how long it took, in the mist, the bamboo forest moved.

The gourd wine is exhausted.

Han Wuxi placed the empty gourd in front of the tombstone upright, and lifted the long sword that had been doused with wine.

"Han Wuxi, I knew you would come."

There are many people around, and I don't know when they are already under siege.

Han Wu didn't look back, still looking at the tomb: "I also knew you would come." ”

"And you're still here to die? Why bother to worship one's own life? ”

"Because I don't think there's something missing for worship, and there's not enough wine."

"Huh? Missing your bounty? Hahaha. ”

"There is wine but no blood, and there is no head of the enemy, you have come at the right time."

"Choke!" The dragon groaned, the sword qi was cold, and the mist of the bamboo forest was blown away by this fierce killing machine.

Zhao Changhe rode his horse halfway, suddenly reined in his horse and looked up at the sky.

"April, Qingming. Han Wuzhi realized the sword in front of the tomb, and the entrance was fivefold. In a stick of incense, thirty-two enemies of the sword were killed, and blood sacrificed to close friends. Among them, there is one opponent at the same level, and none of the opponents below him are combined, and the murderous aura runs through the nine skies. ”

"Changes in the Hidden Dragon List."

"Hidden Dragon Sixty-Six, Han is not sick."

"You are not sick, but your enemy is lifeless."

Zhao Changhe looked at it for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "In the past few months, the profiteers who compiled the book have been unable to close their mouths. I heard that the books of troubled times did not change so frequently before, is this a sign that the storm is coming and heroes are coming? ”

He touched the horse's head and said with a smile: "Wu Hao, do you feel impatient?" ”

Snow Walking:

I'm just a horse, what are you talking about?

"Let's go." Zhao Changhe rode his horse and galloped away: "The opponent is waiting for me in front, how can I be left behind!"

PS: There are three watches tonight, it will be late, maybe eleven or twelve o'clock.