Snowflakes are falling, like catkins in spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

Several figures are like eagles and falcons, like tigers and leopards, and their bodies fly up and rush down, as fast as lightning, like a bull.

The whistling sound also rose suddenly, at first it was a long whistle, and then it was two whistles one after another, the sound was extremely high-pitched and majestic, like thunder in the sky, dragons roaring and tigers roaring, and the tide crashing on the shore, shaking the snowflakes and slowing down.

Zhuoma Yangjin's face was pale, and he couldn't hold Duo'er's little hands, all of which were cold.

Duo'er was still crying, and her voice was hoarse, but the man was still indifferent, and his eyes were full of greed and domineering.

At this time, the howling sound was even more high-pitched, even rushing straight out of the nine clouds, and in the whistle, Chu Liufeng's sword had already flown into the air, and the people kept retreating.

Yang Kunlun's face was grim, his sleeves fluttered, and when he stepped forward, the man slapped it down with another palm, and the master of the divine clothes waved his sleeves to block it, and he couldn't take a step forward.

Zhuoma Yangjin couldn't help but scream.

Suddenly, there was rain and fog in the air.

Could it be raining?

At the beginning of February outside the gates, how could there be rain, not rain, but the smell of alcohol.

Zhuoma Yangjin became happy at once, and grabbed Duo'er's hand, which seemed to be warmer.

"If Duo'er doesn't cry, they won't be able to fight, it's Uncle Iron Beggar who is here."

Duo'er really stopped crying, and was looking at the snow in a daze.

A beggar in his fifties, carrying a huge lacquered red gourd, was still spewing out wine mist one by one, and the palm power of the man in mid-air slowed down, and in the end the person was gone.

"Sister! You don't go, you don't go. ”

It's just that there is the cry of Doer, farther and farther away.

Dolma Yangjin burst into tears.

Yang Kunlun and Chu Liufeng walked over, and she was still looking into the distance.

Parting is the saddest thing, even if there are relatives standing in front of you who have been reunited after a long absence.

Duo'er is still so young, a child without a mother, how much happier can she be?

The subconscious of motherhood made the girl Dolma cry like rain.

Emotions are even more subtle, your enemies, your opponents, after being together for a long time, may have feelings.

Moreover, the world is so great, who and whom are the eternal opponents and enemies?

In the same way, there are a few people who are your eternal friends, through the long years, can stand the test, in addition to the hard rocks, the human heart has long been a withered leaf wandering in a foreign land.

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After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zhuoma Yangjin's face became rosy and his mood was much better.

"Uncle Iron Beggar! Thank you, if you hadn't arrived in time, Brother Chu and Daddy would have been injured, this person's martial arts are too clever. ”

After Zhuoma finished speaking, Chu Liufeng's eyes were mostly relieved, and she didn't know what it was.

"Just give me the wine in my gourd, this wine is thousands of miles away from Taiyuan Mansion from Xinghua Village, I am really reluctant."

Uncle Iron Beggar drank as he poured wine into the gourd.

"Haha! Even if Brother Tie is full, can I Yang Kunlun still send you wine. ”

"Don't forget the jar of wine on Kunlun Mountain, my name is Huazi, I can't wait for a long time."

After the iron beggar finished speaking, Zhuoma Yangjin's face suddenly turned crimson.

"Don't worry, Zhenzhen has grown up, Zhuoma is also sixteen years old, my son can't help my mother, I'm a daughter's father, I have you to drink, let you drink enough when the time comes."

Yang Kunlun was heroic, and looked at Chu Liufeng again and said, "Are you okay, in order to save Zhuoma, I almost injured you." ”

"Sister Zhuoma brought me winter clothes, and I was caught by that person, I wasn't hurt, even if I was injured, I should have been."

Zhuoma glanced at Chu Liufeng and lowered his head again.

"Silly girl! Winter clothes are sold everywhere outside this pass, and you have sent them all the way over, hey! ”

The iron beggar put the gourd full of wine behind his back and sighed again.

Zhuoma wanted to speak and stopped, so he simply picked up the wine glass and drank it.

"In the past twenty years, I have never met such a strong opponent, or twenty years ago, after meeting him, I have never been defeated, who is this person, and he is only thirty or forty years old."

Yang Kunlun sighed with emotion, the peerless masters of the rivers and lakes, as soon as they come out of the rivers and lakes, they will always make these sect masters who look down on the heroes of the world have a kind of pressure and a hint of crisis.

"Whoever meets him is a bad word, not to mention that it was twenty years ago.

At that time, the old man of Bliss, who was in full swing, was also humble to him, so don't be angry.

This person seems to be the descendant of the old man of Bliss, and only their heirs in the world can reach the realm of Rusi.

Take Zhuoma back to Daming as soon as possible, people outside the gate now want to pick your skin, and they can't relieve their hatred if they eat your flesh. ”

Chu Liufeng knew that the person Yang Kunlun, the master of the Divine Clothes Sect, and the iron beggar talked about, should be the legendary Murong Jiangshan.

The iron beggar has gone, traveling all over the world, making the four seas his home, enjoying himself.

Such a person has his own happiness and satisfaction, he has seen a lot of things in the world, and he has seen it lightly, and he will not meddle in things, but he has to take care of Yang Kunlun's affairs.

That's what a friend, a real friend is!

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"Sister! Brother Chu, it's great that they rescued you. ”

The red lady walked in with a happy face, and the two sisters also hugged each other.

"Why didn't you go with Brother Liu?"

Chu Liufeng couldn't help asking.

"Brother Liu is in a hurry to go to Juehua Island, I can't go fast with these injuries, and I have to wait for the news of Sister Zhuoma, and when she is saved, I can also relax and go back to Daming."

The red lady hugged Zhuoma Yangjin's waist, said softly, and looked at Yang Kunlun who was silent.

Zhuoma Yangjin smiled like a flower, and when the little sister who met in Pingshui arrived, she was even happier.

In fact, how can there be a meeting in this world, it is all destined, people on the same road must be on the same road, and it is not accidental, it is a lifetime agreement, this is fate!

"This is my daddy!"

The red lady hurriedly stood up, bowed and said.

"Uncle Yang still has to be careful, I just came back from outside the city, Shengjing City is rumored to be the master of the Shenyi Gate is here, several city gates are heavily guarded, you and your sister go out of the city, you still have to find a way."

"Niece don't worry, I have my own way, Chu Liufeng, can you go with us?"

"The revenge of Juehua Island has not been avenged, I want to kill Suo Wuchang and Yelu Wuge, and then go back to Jingshi, you and Sister Zhuoma go first, without further ado, what Sister Hongniang said is also right, and please don't be careless Grandmaster Yang."

Under the lamplight, Zhuoma Yangjin picked up the wine glass and took a sip, a lonely look appeared on his face, and the person sighed softly.

The encounter is short, but it is also a parting.

In this world, there is no banquet that will not be dispersed!