Gu Qingquan was wearing a white suit, with four heavy sandbags tied to his feet, and he was running rapidly, and from time to time there were a few black metallic lusters on his hands. There was also a circle of black metal around his waist, and this piece of equipment was much heavier than the combined weight of the three Gu Qingquans.

The body is a person's greatest treasure, but you don't know how to develop it. Gu Qingquan deeply remembered Mu Linfeng's words, and by going to the Foggy Valley Divine Sword Villa, Gu Qingquan began to challenge the limits of his body.

During the day, he was running quickly with a hundred catties of heavy objects hanging on his body, and at night he was looking for a quiet place to meditate and cultivate, and after a few days, Gu Qingquan could clearly feel that his body strength was a little stronger, and the aura and yuan power in his body were also condensed a lot.

Winter nights always seem to come early. With his back to the sunset, Gu Qingquan looked at the small town not far away, the sweat on his face flowed, and he took a long breath, revealing a smile that had not appeared on his face for a long time. I finally don't have to spend the night in the wilderness tonight.

Feeling the soreness in his legs, he clenched his fists and quickly ran towards the small town in his sight.

When Gu Qingquan stood in front of the city gate of the small town, his legs had begun to tremble slightly, and his clothes were wet with sweat. Under the sweat, the sandbags tied to his legs were also a little heavier.

Looking up, the three words "Yanshui City" are hung high on the city gate, Rao is the sun has set, the light has dimmed, but Gu Qingquan can still clearly see the plaque hanging on the city gate. The handwriting is beautiful but powerful, I don't know which talented woman is from the hand.

Put on the hat prepared by Yuege and strode into the city of smoke and water. Through the hat, Gu Qingquan's blue eyes looked around, and his eyes were immediately attracted by a blue bamboo building in the corner.

The blue water element force flashed, and the white power suit full of sweat stains instantly became clean, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and Gu Qingquan walked straight towards the blue bamboo building.

The bamboo building has only three floors, and the furnishings in the building are all made of green bamboo, which is fresh and elegant, and extraordinarily chic. Xu is because it is late, there is no figure in the hall on the first floor, only a simple-looking shopkeeper yawning and lying in front of the counter, his head is little by little, it seems that he has long been confused by the sleepy worm.

Gu Qingquan walked to the counter, stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the bamboo tabletop, and the shopkeeper raised his head suddenly, and a few traces of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Prepare a room for me, and bring me a good pot of tea. Gu Qingquan said with a funny look at the sleepy shopkeeper, and put a few pieces of broken silver on the counter.

Seeing the silver that had been released, the sleepiness in the shopkeeper's eyes immediately dissipated without a trace, and he nodded and walked towards the second floor with Gu Qingquan. I laughed secretly in my heart, it is really a typical open-eyed to see money, but I also have a little envy, I can solve problems with money, such a simple and ordinary life is really good.

Pushing open the door of the room in the corner, the green in his eyes made Gu Qingquan feel inexplicably comfortable. After the shopkeeper brought a pot of hot tea, he smiled and retreated. Gu Qingquan held the tea cup in his hand and sat in front of the window in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a chill on his face, Gu Qingquan raised his head, and at some point, snowflakes floated in the sky, sprinkled like catkins due to the wind, transparent as jade in the bright moonlight. Looking at the snowflakes in the air, Gu Qingquan's heart welled up with a touch of amazement.

I feel like a ghost, with a home that I can't go back to, like a rootless duckweed, and I deeply feel my fragility and powerlessness. A mysterious feeling struck, as if everything in the world had faded away in his eyes, and he was the only one left in the entire vast world.

The tea is in the stomach, with the bitterness of the faint fragrance in the teeth wantonly, it seems that everything around him is incompatible with himself, for the first time, Gu Qingquan's mind has the concept of loneliness, the loneliness of the world and independence.

The snow became thicker and thicker, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and the snow mist was filled and hazy, and at this moment, the world suddenly became unreal.

At this time, a crying piano sounded, adding a bit of resentment in this silent snowy night.

Snow. Piano.

Suddenly it was clear and transparent, and it was hearty. Clear as spring water. Suddenly, it is simple and vigorous, indifferent and lofty, tactful and deep. Thick as a pine wave. There seems to be a resentment in the sound of the piano, a stunning, a deepest and most painful hatred in the world, and a favorite and most pitiful joy in the red dust.

The sound of the piano is like a human heart, and Gu Qingquan can actually feel the mood of the person who plays the piano, which is the same melancholy as himself. I couldn't help but put down the tea cup in my hand, tiptoed, and followed the sound of the piano without even wearing a hat.

Gu Qingquan quietly stood in a pavilion behind the bamboo building, dressed in white and blending with snowflakes. I saw a woman in scarlet clothes sitting in the middle of the pavilion, which was particularly conspicuous in the white snowflakes, like a blooming red plum.

The woman in scarlet clothes has a twenty-one-string guqin on her knees, and her jade hands like shaved onions are dancing on the strings, exuding an indescribable charming temperament all over her body, like an empty valley orchid that absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and does not eat a trace of fireworks in the world.

Gu Qingquan's gaze couldn't help but move to the face of the scarlet-clothed woman, and it was this shocking glance that made Gu Qingquan's heart crash into a crimson shadow.

In the heavy snow, the woman seemed to be in the smoke and fog, about fourteen or fifteen years old. A green silk is shaken shallow with a butterfly step, the eyebrows are lightly swept, the red lips are not red and red, and the face is not powdered. A blood-red crystal necklace around the neck is more and more clear collarbones.

The woman in scarlet clothes did not look like a country and a city, at most she was beautiful, but Gu Qingquan was still stunned, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. What attracts people is the girl's black pearl-like eyes, which are as black as ink, without a trace of impurities, as if they can capture people's hearts and souls, and they are unforgettable.

Just as soon as the song was finished, the woman in scarlet clothes raised her head and met Gu Qingquan's gaze. When the woman in scarlet clothes saw Gu Qingquan's blue eyes, her eyes were slightly stunned, and then she regained her indifference.

Looking for the sound of the piano in the middle of the night, I think it is also a person who understands the rhythm of music, and the corners of the scarlet woman's mouth seem to be hooked, but the arc is too small, almost negligible.

After holding the strings, the heavenly sound of the piano sounded again, and at this time, the mood of the person playing the piano changed significantly. With a few hints of imperceptible warmth.

The two figures, one red and one white, were quietly accompanied by each other in the snow, until the sky was slightly bright, and Gu Qingquan shook the thick snowflakes on his body and swept towards his house. Send you a song, don't ask the end of the song.

The woman in scarlet clothes also stood up, staring at Gu Qingquan's back for a long time, and then withdrew her gaze until she couldn't see it, picked up the guqin on her lap and was about to step back.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", a cold breath flew past the ears of the woman in scarlet clothes. The woman turned her head unhappily, and a small note was stuck in a purple gold short arrow, which sank into the pillar of the pavilion in front of her.

The woman in scarlet looked at the brilliant purple gold, her eyes showed a deep disgust, and she reached out to take the note.

When she saw the contents of the note, the woman's mouth opened wide in surprise, and her black pearl-like eyes were occupied by a complex emotion.