Snow, not if the catkins rise due to the wind, the difference between the salt and the air can be simulated.

This year's snow season came a little early, and in the heavy snow, an old man with a loose head, a rough coat torn into strips of cloth, fluttering between the old man's legs, the shoes under his feet did not wrap his feet, and the exposed toes were frozen by the wind and snow and a little red.

The old man walked with his back hunched, holding a wooden stick in his right hand, and a somewhat blackened wine gourd hung on the wooden stick.

The old man's left hand led a young man wrapped in thick clothes.

In the snow, the boy's cheeks were frozen like ripe apples, and the snow inadvertently fell on the boy's long eyelashes and turned into ice crystals, which also made the boy's eyes look good in the open.

In the wind and snow, the arch-backed old man led the figure of the young man to walk in the snow, walking slowly, and behind them, a long series of footprints were left, and at the end, they were all white.

Someone once said that when it snows in the sky, it is the immortal in the sky who is secretly dying, and the snow that falls contains the immortal dregation, so it is so cold.

The snow fell heavily, and it kept falling for a long time, covering the earth and everything in the world in a plain silver cloth.

There was a tavern, lit with a dim fire in the snow, and the road in front of the tavern was apparently cleared and there was no snow.

The front door of the tavern was full of people, and those who had just come out of the tavern couldn't help but shrink their necks, looked up at the heavy snow, and the hot air sprayed between their mouths and noses, and they put their hands in their pockets and left the tavern.

Those who wanted to enter the tavern stopped at the door of the tavern and raised their hands to pat the snow off their clothes before entering the tavern.

Wine, a fire that burns in the chest, can dispel the cold of winter. It can also let the literati and writers help to write the eternal absolute, hundreds of famous poems.

The wood-burning tavern is very warm, and the room is full of people, whether they are wine lovers or not, everyone has a bowl in their hands.

The mellow wine in the large bowl softened their eyes, and the drinkers, with a smile on their faces, looked at a white-haired storyteller in the center of the tavern, the storyteller stroked his beard, and the waking wood in his hand fell on the square wooden table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, looking at the thousand-year history of my Celestial Empire, there is only one person who can be called a genius of the heavens. At the age of three, he memorized four books and five classics, stepped into cultivation at the age of ten, and became famous all over the world at the age of eighteen. ”

At this, the storyteller looked up at the full house, and he paused for words, and the waking wood in his hand fell sharply on the wooden table.

The sound of "pop" woke up the drunken drinkers.

"This person's name is secret, the Nine Shadows, and he has a long reputation in the Nether. It's just that who knows that he used to be just an ignorant young man, and he only knew the innocent pursuit of martial arts. Twenty years ago, there was a shocking duel, the sword qi in the sky was crisscrossing, and the dark valley outside the country was split into an abyss by a three-foot green blade, where the birds did not fly. ”

"In that battle, I don't know the outcome of the battle, and since then, Yu Jiuyou has sealed the sword in his hand, disarmed and returned to the field, and he has disappeared. However, the legend he left behind is also for the swordsmen of the world to follow the footprints he left, and they will also feel the sword intent left by Yu Jiuyou in front of the abyss. ”

The tavern is a regular here, and they come here every day to drink a bowl of turbid wine and listen to a book to relieve their boredom.

It's just that this story is told by the storyteller every day, and although the drinkers are familiar with it, they are happy to listen to it again.

"Smack. ”

Xingmu fell on the wooden table again, and the book, after speaking, the drinkers also drank the last sip of turbid wine in the bowl, and they walked out of the tavern with three or five friends hooked shoulders.

The tavern was empty, and the drinkers were gone, and they drank to their heart's content, but none of them noticed the bitterness in the corners of the storyteller's mouth.

"Did you enjoy this world?"

The storyteller smiled and stared at the door of the tavern, a habit that happens every day.

Xiao Er, who was wearing a blue crooked hat, with a white cloth on his shoulder, was diligently cleaning the wine stains that had been spilled on the table.

"Sir, I'll go down first. ”

The tavern was clean and tidy, and Xiao Er put the wooden table, then bent down to the storyteller and retreated.

The tavern is set up in a small town, where people go out early and return late, and make a living from hunting, and the people are simple and honest.

The people who come to the tavern to drink are all regular customers in the town, but how many times they come and go, they know each other well, but they don't know that this tavern is opened by a storyteller.

And the storyteller just wanted to hear one more sentence. "Little Er, warm a pot of wine. "That's it.

The wind passed without a trace, and the snow fell soundly.

An old man led the boy through the snow, and they came to the town and stood at the door of the tavern.

The boy twitched his nose and sniffed the smell of wine wafting from the tavern next to him, which made the boy's cheeks even more rosy.

"Grandpa, are we here?"

The boy wore a very thick dress, but he walked in the snow for a long time, and the cold temperature also made the boy curl his neck all the time.

The boy's eyes widened, innocently looking at the town that had been whitened by the heavy snow, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Mo'er, in a few days, we will be where we are going. ”

The old man squatted down and gently wiped the snow on the young man's face with his calloused hands, and the doting in his eyes was unobstructed.

The sticks were placed on the ground, and the blackened gourd touched the ground, but there was no sound of water.

"Mo'er knows, grandpa is hungry for wine, so he will stop at the door of the tavern. Then grandpa, let's go, Mo'er is waiting for grandpa at the door. ”

The young man called Mo'er took two steps forward, picked up the wooden stick on the ground and shook it a few times, and there was no wine in the wine gourd.

Mo'er smiled very happily, but the wine gourd was hanging a little high, and Mo'er couldn't reach it on his toes, so he had to put the wooden stick in the old man's hand along with the wine gourd.

"You've been a ghost since you were a child. Grandpa goes to fetch a pot of wine, and you don't walk around at the door. ”

The red world is chaotic, as long as it is a place to sell wine, it is even more mixed. The old man doesn't want to be in contact with Mo'er too early, and when he sees something that shouldn't be seen, that's the human heart.

The old man raised his hand and touched Mo'er's head, and walked into the tavern with a wooden stick.

Mo'er waited in front of the tavern with a well-behaved face, but his eyes looked around a little restlessly.

For as long as Mo'er can remember, all he can remember is a wooden house, a cliffside, and some small animals playing with him in front of the door.

The tall city walls, the tall buildings, and some gadgets sold by some vendors on the street are dazzling, all of which make Mo'er feel fresh.

It's just that Mo'er is very well-behaved and obedient, saying that she will wait for her grandfather at the door of the tavern, and she will not go anywhere.

"Xiao Er, make a pot of wine and put it in my wine gourd. ”

In the tavern, the storyteller, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard the words.

The storyteller turned his head and looked at the person who came to drink, the appearance of the cloak, such a dejected appearance, how could it be him, but the voice was a little similar.

The storyteller smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and walked into the cabinet without looking back.

"Okay, what kind of wine does the guest officer make?"

Xiao Er, who was crooked, took the wine gourd with both hands and said with a smile.

"Cheapest bar, give me a pot. ”

The old man stretched out his hand and groped in his arms, and finally took out a small silver tael and put it on the table.

The wine gourd was filled with wine, and was hung by the old man on a stick, and the money was left, and he turned and left.

Outside the door, the old man's grandson was still waiting.

"Guest, go slowly. ”

The small broken silver on the table was enough to cover the wine money, Xiao Er picked up the silver coin with a smile and said respectfully.

"Mo'er, let's wait a long time, let's go buy some food to eat on the way. ”

Out of the tavern, the old man took Mo'er's hand and walked to the most crowded place in the town.

The noisy and noisy bazaar, even on a snowy day, is full of people.

"No, grandpa, Mo'er still has some food here, Mo'er hasn't finished eating yet, if grandpa is hungry, let's eat this first." ”

Mo'er took out a piece of white cake from his arms, it was still hot, this was what the old man made before they left.

Before the white cake was finished, Mo'er put it in his arms and warmed it, and it never got cold.

The young Mo'er learned from his grandfather that those yellow and white things are indispensable for walking in the red world.

Mo'er hadn't seen any silver money at home, and everything she ate was self-sufficient, even the old man's somewhat tattered clothes, which were originally cyan and washed into gray.

The old man has been wearing it for many years, and he has always been reluctant to throw it away.

"Grandpa, Mo'er still has food here, when we get to the place, let's go buy food." ”

Mo'er grabbed the old man, he shook his head, and handed the white cake in his hand to the old man, Mo'er's little face was very serious.

"You little ghost, don't you think grandpa has no money on him? Don't worry, as long as there is no extravagance and waste, the money on grandpa's body is enough for us to reach our destination. ”

The old man smiled, took the white cake in his hand, and put it back in Mo'er's arms.

Led by a big hand full of calluses, Mo'er's eyes were bent into a pair of good-looking crescents, and he smiled stupidly.

Looking up, the streets in the snow are full of laughter and laughter.

A big mountain stands in the sky, and the peak is three feet three feet into the clouds, like a giant sword inserted into the sky.

Under Dayue, the cyan city walls built on all sides surrounded an ancient city, which was the imperial city of the Celestial Empire, Yuanwu City.

A month later, the figure of an old man and a young man walking in the snow, with falling snow on their clothes, they also stopped the pace of their feet, and looked up, "Yuanwu City" three gilded characters, the momentum like a rainbow high inlaid on the city wall.

Outside the city gate, the literati got off the sedan chair, and the warriors dismounted, and they all walked into the city on foot.

"Bang, bang......"

The wine jug on the wooden stick was shaking, and the old man led Mo'er into the city with the bustling crowd.

The crowd was a little crowded, and after entering the city, the old man led Mo'er to a place with fewer people.

It was an alleyway, and there were some small vendors setting up their stalls, shouting and shouting.

"Old gentleman, please stay, dare to ask if the old gentleman is the predecessor of Yu Jiuyou?"

Before the old man took a few steps with Mo'er, a person dressed in the official uniform of the crane appeared in front of them, and under the protection of the four armorers, he came in a hurry.

"You're here to pick me up. ”

The eyes emanating from the Yujiu Youyou's cloak flashed with a touch of fun.

The official uniform of the crane is a member of the first product of the dynasty, and his identity is respected. And the old man is just a savage in the mountain village, and he can make the Celestial Empire pay so much attention.

It is rumored that if it is really not added, the little prince of the Celestial Empire, I am afraid that even the continuous life of the green lantern will not be able to maintain the remaining spirit.