The man in white who called "Childe" warmed his heart, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see the woodcutter wearing a hat on his head, wearing a cloth coat, and a pair of bright eyes grinning at him!

"Big brother, are you calling me?" The man in white asked blankly.

"yes, it's just the two of us here, of course I'm calling you!" The woodcutter took off the hat and said indifferently: "Childe can come from Wuyi Bridge, can you meet a friend of mine?"

"A friend?"

"Hey, speaking of this friend of mine, life is really bitter, the first two days were fine, somehow looking for death and life disappeared, Childe helped me inquire along the way, he was alone outside, helpless I'm really afraid of finding a short time!"

"Don't worry, big brother, I will do my best, I don't know what your friend is called?"

"He's called Mo Xiao!"

"Mo Xiao?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in white, and he said in surprise: "How do you know Mo Xiao's name?"

The woodcutter in front of him reflected the moon in his green shirt, just like a lake of faint green ripples flowing in his heart, making his thoughts flutter and unable to calm down for a long time.

The woodcutter unhurriedly took out a piece of white brocade from the cloth pocket around his waist and handed it over with both hands: "Have you ever seen it?"

"This is the brocade silk of the Jade Mansion, how did it fall into your hands?"

"Zheng ......" The man in white suddenly drew out a long sword: "Who are you, where is Mo Xiao now?"

"Childe is not strange, no wonder, I am the woodcutter He Yu, if Childe is really Mo Xiao's friend, you might as well take a look at the blood words left on it......"

He slowly opened the white brocade, and the moment the two lines of blood words came into view, the man in white seemed to understand everything, his hand couldn't help but tremble, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "bang": "What's going on?" He grabbed the woodcutter by the sleeve: "Tell me quickly, it's not true!"

"Hey, you're really that son, I've been waiting for you for many days, and listen to me......"

The story told by the woodcutter is very short, three by two, but it is inexhaustible!

The man in white is the son of Yaoyu, the breeze blows his long hair, but it can't blow the infinite pain in his heart, he wants the years to be fine, everything is still the same, as if he first met, no regrets, when he goes, like the wind, he still returns......

The green mountains are faint, the world is vast, and the Jianmen Inn ten miles away is a group of people talking lively: "I heard that the king of Mobei swept the Central Plains, the Yaoyu Mansion was destroyed, and the officials in Huangwan City were nervous, and now the life of the common people is not good!" ”

"It's not, the current government is intriguing, many loyal people have been killed inexplicably, and everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak!"

"Alas, I'm so old, old, I can only live one day at a time, pity my two children are still young, they don't know how to write and martial arts, and I don't know how to live in the future, create evil, create evil......" An old man said a few words, and bent over the door with a cigarette pouch.

"Old man, where are you going?" At the door of the inn, a big hand blocked the way, he looked up, and several servants were standing not far away: "Hehe, you dead old man is idle all day long, so happy, but your youngest son lost the bet and owed my second master fifty taels of silver, he can't pay it back, let you pay it back!" ”

"No, it can't be, I ...... How can I have so much silver! ”

"Hehe, no, where did you get the money for eating, drinking, and having fun!" An official in red laughed and picked up the nylon long whip, only to hear the sound of "swish", the strength of this whip is not small, the old man is already weak, how can he withstand the toss of this whip, immediately staggered a few steps, and fell to the table.

"Listen to the dead old man, you are limited to pay off the money in three days, otherwise you will send your youngest son to prison!"

"The official is angry, and the little one makes a pot of good tea for the official, and serves a table of good dishes!" The shopkeeper heard the sound and rushed to make an apology.

The official looked around the inn with disdain: "Joke, what is the identity of this official master, what good dishes can you have in this tattered inn, don't miss the good things of the second master!" He fanned the dust on his sleeve, and continued: "Recently, there have been important guests visiting the Flower Kite Mansion, and the Sword Pavilion Pass is known as the first pass in the world, so this official personally sent troops to inspect to ensure that there is no mistake, and the idle people in the house leave as soon as possible, so as not to cause any trouble!" ”

"Yes, yes, what the official said is very true!" The shopkeeper hurriedly agreed!

"Shopkeeper, give me a table of good wine and food!"

"Guest officer, I see that you drank too much, another day, another day!"

"Who said I drank too much, go on the wine!"

When the aftermath fell, the servant looked around, only to find that a man in white was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner of the wall, the light shone on his back, but his face could not be seen clearly, and there were a few wine glasses scattered on the table!