The night was filled with laughter, and no one noticed that in a corner of the river, which had been briefly illuminated by fireworks, someone calmly drew his sword and then walked away without looking back.

The man with the sword had been walking in the direction he had come, and then stopped at the spot where an old man who had died under the windward building had once sat with a lantern.

I sat for a long time before a man in a witch robe hurried over in the snowstorm.

The man stopped in the night and quietly looked at this sword cultivator from the north for a long time.

"30,000 is not a small number."

The man said slowly, and then took out a soft burden from his bosom and handed it to the sword cultivator who was sitting on the wind and snow steps.

"The people of the Witch Devil Way will wait."

The chilling cicada smiled and opened the baggage, glanced at it casually, and then tucked it into his arms.

Then he took out a simple copper coin from his bosom and threw it into the man's arms.

It is a mottled ancient copper coin, and there is no special effect, from the second emperor of Huai'an more than a thousand years ago, perhaps because the ghost emperor self-immolated in the Star Picking Tower, the back is a fire building truncated by the square hole, and the front is the word Anning Shengming.

Emperor Ming was too short-lived, and he was sandwiched between the Ghost Emperor and the Huai Emperor, with no sense of existence.

Not many of them were minted with these copper coins, most of them had been lost and recast over the years, and only a small part remained in the hands of the Liuyun Sword Sect as proof of the transaction.

"If I don't finish it, you can take this copper coin and go to the Liuyun Sword Sect to continue looking for the next person, even if you find the sect master's head, it's okay."

The chill stood up and patiently explained.

"If I'm done, you can return this copper coin to me, or you can keep it for yourself and observe the collection for a while, but at the end of every year, someone from the Sword Sect will come to collect it."

The man looked at the chilling cicada very strangely and said, "You Liuyun Sword Sect have such a good temper? ”

Han Cicada laughed softly: "You also know that 30,000 is a lot of money, the new year has a new atmosphere, there is a list at the beginning of the year, who would be unhappy?" ”

"Of course, we do have bad tempers, for example, sometimes, when you meet someone from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect who looks down, remember to tone it better, and don't say anything about the threat of unknown meaning that the Witch Ghost Dao will wait for - because he looks like he hasn't opened for a long time, so he will be so down. At this time, our temper is even worse than that of ordinary Sword Sect people. ”

The witch man was silent for a moment, took the copper coin into his arms, and whispered, "I see. ”

The cicada held the sword in her arms and walked towards the long streets where the bustle had finally begun to desert.

"Moreover, for a person from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, the threat of the so-called Witch Ghost Dao is indeed not good."

The man quietly looked at the sword cultivator who was holding his sword and leaving.

"When will you do it?"

"I'm not sure, I'll see."

After all, not all people are as expensive and easy to kill as Yun Zhusheng.

......

It's hard to keep both parties satisfied.

Especially in the midst of murder.

I don't know if it's because Han Cicada really intends to satisfy Yun Zhusheng, or if it's because the Taoist Shenhai who coughed all the way from outside the Northern Pass has some white plum rhyme.

Yun Zhusheng is not dead, there is still a breath.

The only trace of vitality left in the sea of gods hung his heart.

Although the Daoist's body is stronger than that of the Sword Sect, but such a close sword erupts in his body, even if he is a Dao cultivator, he naturally can't bear it.

This mountain and river Taoist held an umbrella, did not hold the stove anymore, held the river bank guardrail and gasped, and there were sword marks on his body, like sword lines, all over the body, like a crack, looking very miserable.

Perhaps in order not to shock the world, the Taoist umbrella was pressed very low.

Therefore, there were homecoming pedestrians passing by on the riverbank from time to time, but no one noticed the blood color of the stars covered in the wind and snow.

I just think this person may be a little lost.

Probably no one celebrates the New Year together.

Yun Zhusheng gasped for a long time before finally calming down.

Being calm certainly doesn't mean being able to survive.

On the contrary, calm means that there is only the sword intent in the body that destroys everything.

Some came from the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and some came from the sword grinding cliff sword intent that remained in the body earlier, like a stubborn disease.

But Yun Zhusheng didn't care.

Just quietly lowered the edge of the umbrella and walked slowly along the long river.

Until they crossed a snow-covered alley and stopped at a bridge.

Kyung Zhao Yin's men have already left here.

The white walls of a river with snow eaves are exceptionally quiet at night.

Of course, Yun Zhusheng didn't tell Han Cicada many things.

For example, when he first passed by here, he recognized who that person was.

Liu March's current appearance is naturally unrecognizable, even if it is his former friend, when Zhang Xiaoyu passed by, he just regarded him as a wild dog who lost his home on the side of the road.

But it can be seen in something else.

For example, those iron ropes with the style of Qingtian Dao.

The view of mountains and rivers comes from Qingtian Road.

So Yun Zhusheng could see at a glance where those things came from.

In the distant yellow sorghum, such a thing of Qingtian Dao appeared.

The identity of the locked man is not difficult to guess.

Yun Zhusheng stood under the umbrella at the head of the bridge, covering his mouth and coughing, while looking at the person sitting in the wind and snow at the head of the bridge for a long time, and then dragged his weak body and walked towards the other side of the bridge step by step.

Maybe it's the sound of stepping in the snow, maybe it's Yun Zhusheng's suppressed cough.

In short, there are always some voices that reach the other side of this snowstorm and lonely bridge.

So the ugly-looking man looked up.

The expression on his face was twisted and hideous.

But expressions sometimes don't represent a person's emotions.

Yun Zhusheng's eyes were a little bloody, it was in his own body, and many blood vessels were shattered by the sword intent, which made the blood in his body flow indiscriminately.

But in the blood-colored wind and snow, the blankness in the eyes of the person who sat at the head of the bridge and raised his head was still clearly visible.

Expressions, of course, do not represent a person's emotions.

His eyes are.

Yun Zhusheng stopped in front of Liu Yue with the sound of his lungs being cut open.

Maybe it's Liu April.

Yun Zhusheng didn't know.

This mountain and river observer who walked all the way from the northern wind and snow to the south wind and snow opened his mouth, maybe he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.

There is sword intent in the blood, but there is no Dao rhyme, and there is no vitality.

Those sword intents fell into the snow in front of Liu Yue along with the blood, and countless wind and snow were swept away in an instant.

This chaotic man, sitting at the head of the snowy bridge, looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, a little frightened, a little overwhelmed.

Yun Zhusheng bent down in pain, raised his hand to cover his heart, gasped for breath, and raised his head again, looking at the young man who had perhaps experienced countless pains on the edge of the umbrella.

This young Daoist who used to be extremely talented in the Qingtian Dao is now just a despicable appearance, sitting in the wind and snow, looking at this sickly person in front of him who came from nowhere and for no reason.

He thought for a long time, looked back at the stone piles piled in the snow behind him, turned back again, looked at the Taoist in front of him, and said with great difficulty: "New.... Happy year. ”

Yun Zhusheng trembled all over, couldn't stop smiling, and looked at this ugly person with eyes a little moist that no one would have thought of what kind of beautiful and ugly person this person once represented.

He didn't say anything more Happy New Year.

just looked at the person in front of him with great sighs, coughed while whispering, "Senior Brother Liu, I'm sorry. ”

The person sitting at the head of the bridge in the wind and snow did not understand what this meant.

It's just that the dying Daoist passed through the flying snow that was disturbed by the sword intent in the blood he coughed up, stumbled and abandoned the umbrella, as if he had traveled thousands of miles, and then rushed into the arms of the person he was thinking about.

But such a story is naturally not so touching.

Yun Zhusheng just really didn't have the strength to stabilize his body again.

He originally wanted to break the umbrella in his hand, just like inserting that plum branch into his senior brother's heart in Shanyue City, and inserting the umbrella bone into the chest of the person in front of him.

But he hadn't been able to break the umbrella, not even as he had passed through the sword intent wind and snow.

Liu Yue sat there blankly, not knowing what this meant.

So the phrase Happy New Year, which I heard everywhere tonight, can move a person to make a personal promise?

The chaotic Liu March is just imitating the words of the world.

But he looked at the Taoist who fell into his arms, hesitated for a long time, raised his hand slightly, and patted the Taoist man's back as if comforting.

Just the next moment.

Liu Yue's eyes widened.

The Taoist stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his waist, and then used his own weight to roll vigorously to the side.

Liu Yue hurriedly wanted to reach out and push this Taoist away, but before he touched his arm, countless fierce sword intent burst out, and when he retracted his hand because of the pain, the whole person had already been carried and rolled under the bridge together.

First there was the sound of iron cables clanging and sliding against the frozen bridge deck under the snow, and then there was the dull sound.

In the lonely wind and snow, there was the sound of falling water on the side of the lonely bridge.

.....

The sword light disappeared into the night.

Liu Chunfeng stood under the eaves of the Spring Breeze Courtyard, quietly looking at the traces left by the sword in the night firmament.

It's a bloody sword.

It seems that a certain Nan Chu Wu who has been in the fake capital for a long time has died.

Liu Chunfeng quietly looked at the separated wind and snow in the night dome.

There may also be some sword light in the courtyard.

But he didn't know when it would be, but it should always be before the spring recruitment.

So today's Hanging Courtyard will probably still be calm.

Liu Chunfeng felt that he should have some flaws.

But such flaws can't be too obvious, and they can't be too ostentatious.

The thirty-year-old man frowned slightly, stood under the snow eaves, and thought quietly.

There was no sound in the academy, more of that subtle sound, from the streets of the fake capital outside the academy, people exchanging New Year's wishes.

Liu Chunfeng and most of the gentlemen in the courtyard did not have this idea, so they all returned to their small courtyard early.

Because they know it well.

The New Year is unhappy.

So even the wish was waived.

......

The story of the South may have been rushed, and in the first hour of the millennium of the Great Wind Calendar, many stories began to stir in the night.

But beyond Osawa to the city, this ancient city, which stands between the north and the south, is just lively.

Although outside Nanyi City, there is the Daze that has many bad rumors, and there are countless human armies stationed outside the city.

However, Nanyi City is just like the wind that has lasted for 1,002 years, and it radiates all kinds of peaceful and warm light in the wind and snow.

This year's Nanyi City, maybe there are fewer people.

Mr. Mei cleaned up at home early, cooked the meal, prepared new clothes for Li Die to wear tomorrow in the room, and then went to the hot wine.

Mr. Xie came as promised, and under the wind and snow, and some debris from the falling fireworks, he walked through the alley and pushed open the courtyard door of Mr. Mei's house.

The three of them went to the table, lit a small stove under the table, closed the door, and began to eat Chinese New Year's Eve.

After Mr. Xie returned to Nanyi City, the annual Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was eaten by Mr. Mei's family.

This year is no exception.

It's just that this year's Mr. Mei's family is one less person.

It's just that no one mentioned it, even if Mr. Mei burned the fish not very delicious, the salt was too much, the gourd was thin, and the green onions and ginger leaves were also cut in a mess.

But the three of them still ate with relish.

Eating fish during the New Year is naturally for a good fortune.

Mr. Xie picked up a piece of fish meat and said with a soft smile: "There are fish every year, there are fish every year." ”

Mr. Mei took a sip of the wine glass, looked at him and smiled: "Then you should have saved a lot of money this year." ”

After all, if you are short of oil lamps, you can get them from Mr. Mei, and if you are short of umbrellas, you can get them from Mr. Mei.

The trivial things of life all fell on Mr. Mei's head, and this Mr. Qingniuyuan Fifth was probably able to save a lot of money.

Mr. Xie just smiled and shook his head, and then put the piece of fish into Li Die's bowl who was eating beside him.

Li Die raised his head in a daze.

Mr. Xie looked at him and said, "Your father and I are both old people, it's okay to have a little more, but you, Xiao Li Die, you want to be redundant." ”

Mr. Xie's smile was very sincere, so it seemed like a joke and an exhortation.

Li Die tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "Okay." ”

Chinese New Year's Eve, naturally will not mention a lot of messy things.

It's these two decades-old friends, who are just drinking wine and eating food, talking about some happy things this year.

But there probably wasn't much fun going on this year.

The haze of the war outside Nanyi City actually made the entire Nanyi City silent for a long time, not only when the war was ignited.

After a few people finished eating, they took Li Die out again, and walked around the alley, watching the fireworks in the world.

Mr. Xie and Mr. Mei were walking in the alley, Li Die was probably a little sleepy, and after walking for a long time, he sat down on the steps under a tree in the alley, looked up at the lanterns hanging under the eaves like red fruits, and looked at the fireworks blooming in the distant sky with his cheeks.

Mr. Xie and Mr. Mei did not walk far, but only paced back and forth on a nearby stretch of road.

"Have you decided?"

Mr. Mei looked at Mr. Xie and asked.

Mr. Xie paused and quietly looked at the warm light above the snow eaves.

"Before I came, I had already packed my bags in the courtyard."

Mr. Mei was a little silent, but he didn't sigh, just stood in the alley, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled: "Do you have any luggage?" ”

Mr. Xie raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course there are, for example, more than ten oil lamps and seven or eight umbrellas." ”

Mr. May laughed.

Naturally, those were all bad gains from Mr. Xie in Mr. Mei's place.

"Of course, there is also a salary that has been saved for many years, and being a gentleman in the courtyard, although you can't be rich and expensive, you can save some. There are more than 20 years every year, and naturally there is a lot left. ”

Mr. May just smiled and didn't speak.

It took a long time for the two of them to look at the little boy sitting in the snow and looking at the night sky not far away.

"What about Li Die?"

Mr. May said softly.

Mr. Xie lowered his head and looked at the messy footprints in the snow.

"It's still up to him."

Mr. Mei finally sighed and said softly, "I'll talk to him tomorrow." ”

Mr. Xie nodded.

The two continued to walk forward for a while, Mr. Mei stopped, and Mr. Xie continued to walk forward until they walked out of the alley, and their figures disappeared into a bustling snowstorm.

Mr. May stood there for a long time before he walked back again.

Li Die was probably a little sleepy, sitting there with her cheeks propped up, her eyelids were actually a little inseparable.

Mr. Mei walked over and picked up the sleepy little Li Die, just like in the past few years, Li Die's head was tiredly lying on Mr. Mei's shoulder.

But in fact, Mr. Mei is already struggling to hold Li Die like this now.

It's just that this man who is actually surnamed Li but likes others to call him Mr. Mei probably always has a good face.

So while holding Li Die, he pretended to be relaxed and greeted the people who occasionally opened the door in the alley.

When the two of them were about to return to the gate of their house.

Li Die was lying on Mr. Mei's shoulder and rubbing his eyes.

"Daddy."

"Huh?"

"What were you and Uncle Xie laughing at just now?"

"It's nothing, your Uncle Xie told a joke."

"Oh."

Li Die didn't say anything more, rubbed his eyes, and continued to lie down.

Mr. May thought he was really asleep, so he walked a little slower in the snowy alley.

Just when he raised his hand and pressed it on the courtyard door, Li Die's voice sounded low in the old man's ears.

"Dad, I miss my mother."

Mr. Mei stood at the gate of the courtyard in a daze.

Looking up slightly at the wind and snow in the world, there was a sparse light sprinkled in Mr. Mei's eyes in the bright night sky.

Pleats shine.

The man, who had been a porter in the Hanging Courtyard for many years, lowered his head, retracted the hand that was pressed on the door, and stroked the back of Li Die's head.

"I miss her too."

Xiao Li Die hummed lowly, and then quietly lay on Mr. Mei's shoulder.

The door creaked like a song hummed by a child in the snowstorm.

The door is closed and dull.

It's like the sigh of a middle-aged man.