Huo Wang had returned to his palace.

But at the moment, there was a roast chicken in front of him.

In the previous casserole fish soup, he didn't eat anything except tofu.

Didn't take a sip of the soup.

I didn't eat a piece of fish.

However, there was no tofu left, and I ate it all.

There is a roast chicken at the moment.

But he didn't have the heart to move the chopsticks.

Huo Wang was still thinking about what he had seen and heard in the royal city today.

The craftsman who blows candy.

The two father and daughter who sold spring noodles along the street.

and the drunkard swordsman who said in the restaurant that he would come to kill him.

He didn't know if he was waiting for him when he was sitting like this.

But Huo Wang did hold the sword in his hand.

and also instructed the Xuan Crow Army.

If anyone breaks in tonight, don't stop them.

Just let him come to me.

It's not overly overbearing.

Instead, Huo Wang was sure that he had the ability to protect himself.

What's more, he was really interested in this drunkard swordsman.

But more often than not, it was the sword in his hand, and the person who gave it to him.

The weather at dusk was far less sunny than before.

I haven't waited for the lights to come on.

The wind was already blowing in the streets.

Look like this.

I won't be able to escape a rain tonight.

The sun has not yet begun to set completely.

However, the coolness after this wind can still make people's body and mind get a lot of pleasure.

Drunkard swordsmen walk down the long street.

This street is not only the most prosperous street in the royal city, but also the most prosperous street in the vicinity within a radius of 3,000 miles.

However, his mood was not as colorful as the bustling street.

Because at the moment he doesn't have any goals.

Homicide.

It's too early.

That's why he wandered back and forth on the long street aimlessly.

Walk from the easternmost to the westernmost and then turn back again.

He saw many women who had finished dinner and cleaned up their housework, meeting in twos and threes to hang out.

Occasionally, he set his feet in front of the merchant's burden, chattering.

But often in order to make a box of gouache rouge cheaper for a few pennies, he did not hesitate to sing a double reed with his peers.

The drunkard swordsman looked at each of these people's faces and shook his shoulders lonely.

Because they all seem to live very easily and casually.

Although it may take days to eat a good meal of meat.

But he has his own place in this royal city.

With a lifelong lover, there is a continuation of blood.

Even if you can only eat some steamed vegetables and stews on weekdays, the days are extremely sweet.

He looked at the sword in his hand and the boots at his feet.

Suddenly, I felt that I was a little too out of place with these people on the long street.

If the gaze of the passer-by sweeps, it will stay on him for a few more moments.

That's not a good thing......

For others, it will be very happy to be able to attract the attention of others.

But it's not a good thing for this drunkard swordsman.

When he becomes famous, this will become the norm.

But for him now, he should still integrate into it like all living beings.

Otherwise, I am afraid that before I arrived at the palace, I would be stopped and interrogated by the soldiers patrolling the city.

And he's not a man who can lie easily.

What he wants to do, he will tell the truth.

So the best way to avoid exposing yourself is to not attract attention at all.

So, he decided to go shopping for a dress.

Another pair of shoes.

If it's still early, go to a nearby bathhouse to freshen up.

He hadn't bought clothes in a long time.

As for the impression of clothes, it is still at the stage of going to the cloth shop to tear the cloth and then going to the tailor department to measure the size.

But then he saw a ready-to-wear store on the left side of the street.

He didn't understand what the word 'ready-to-wear store' meant.

But through the doorway, he saw that the store was full of sewn suits.

The drunkard swordsman walked in.

The little two who supported it inside didn't bother to go up and serve at first glance.

After all, customers in such ragged clothes can't afford to buy any good clothes.

Not to mention the broken mouth, in the end, it is considered a top hat to be able to get a silk shirt.

But the second time, I saw the sword in his hand.

I saw the pearls inlaid with the hilt of the sword.

"Master, what do you need, let me introduce you?"

This little two immediately changed his appearance, walked out from behind the counter, and said with a flattering smile.

"Sir, why do you call me sir? ”

There is something strange about the drunkard swordsman.

"Look at your temperament! But you're a good man!"

Xiao Er said.

He stretched out his right hand and gestured the drunkard swordsman from beginning to end.

The look on his face was more respectful.

The drunkard swordsman laughed secretly in his heart.

'Lord Jianghu'.

It was the first time he'd heard it.

There are prodigal sons and heroes in the rivers and lakes, but I have never heard of this lord of the rivers and lakes.

If the rivers and lakes have a master.

So can this river and lake still be regarded as a river and lake?

The drunkard swordsman sighed.

I don't want to open my mouth to argue with this little two.

He can understand the mind of this little two.

It's just that I want to curry favor with myself, and I can ask for a few more rewards for a while.

To put it bluntly, it's also for life.

It's not easy for anyone.

These four words may have been able to come up with his brains.

The drunkard swordsman had been in the ready-to-wear store for at least two incense sticks.

Xiao Er followed him half a step away from him respectfully.

In case this 'master of the rivers and lakes' can inquire at any time.

However, this drunkard swordsman really has no concept of clothes.

It's like asking an illiterate person to appreciate a painting of a large axis of landscape.

Wait for the drunkard swordsman to come out again.

He's changed into a blue shirt.

A green ribbon is tied around his waist.

Wearing a pair of flying cloud boots underneath.

The loose hair was scratched casually with my hands, but it was all brushed to the back of my head.

I have to say.

After such a makeover, he really looks more chic and handsome than before.

What's more, his face is not ugly.

It's just a little dirty.

But now with this clean clothes, his face with a little stubble is even more melancholy. In addition, he is indeed thinking about things in his heart.

Just walked out of the ready-to-wear store with his head down and walked back to the long street.

It's even more eye-catching!

The drunkard swordsman couldn't help but smile wryly.

I thought to myself that this was self-defeating.

It is much more comfortable to change into the old shabby robe and cotton shoes.

How did you choose this outfit?

But he chose it based on what he had seen Huo Wang's dress in the restaurant before.

Although the drunkard swordsman did not deliberately do so.

But Huo Wangshi was the only person he had spoken face-to-face when he came in.

So it is inevitable that he will be more impressed.

I was in a ready-to-wear store, and I didn't know what I should wear.

He described in his mind what Huo Wang was dressed today.

That little two is also clever and tight!

The drunkard swordsman's voice just fell.

He pulled the blue shirt from behind a large pile of clothes, and the tie around his waist.

Then, at the stall where the drunkard swordsman was changing clothes, he went to the house diagonally opposite the door to buy him a pair of boots.

There are no shoes in ready-to-wear stores.

But this little er, in line with the idea of 'serving this old man of the rivers and lakes', helped him run an errand and did it for him.

However, these boots are also very satisfying to the drunkard swordsman.

It was a lot lighter than his ripped cotton boots.

He wasn't lying.

When he was in the Zhenbei Royal Domain, the drunkard swordsman was indeed barefoot.

Wouldn't it be the lightest thing to do without shoes?

After he entered the Dingxi Domain, he picked up a pair of such tattered cotton boots and put them on his feet out of nowhere.

When the feet are light, the body is flexible.

When the body is flexible, the sword moves are treacherous.

The sword move is treacherous, and it will be easy to kill Huo Wang.

As soon as he thought of this, the mood of the drunkard swordsman suddenly lightened.

There was even a whistle in his mouth.

He also smiled and nodded to the passers-by who were staring at him, which was regarded as a greeting.

At this moment, the sky seems to be much clearer again.

At least the sunset is much brighter than before.

The sky is full of red clouds.

Only then did the drunkard swordsman discover that there was a small river at the end of this long street.

Next to the creek is the garden of a large family.

Now is the time for the purple and red.

But this garden is like the garden of the man who gave him the sword.

Even the place where the peony is planted and the moon season are almost identical.

The drunkard swordsman stood quietly by the river.

I can't help but look into God.

Just then, a little girl suddenly appeared in the garden.

The little girl was sneaky and walked to a moon flower on tiptoe.

Seeing that there was no one around, he stretched out a pair of slightly chubby little hands and picked off the most beautiful and largest moon season.

The little girl put this moon under her nose and sniffed deeply.

At this moment, the angle of the sunset happened to sprinkle on half of the little girl's body.

The drunkard swordsman saw that her eyebrows, eyes, and nose were extremely delicate.

Although it doesn't look like the person who gave her the sword, it is very much like herself and her future child.

He laughed out loud.

The boy who was playing in the water by the river thought he was a fool.

They poured water on him.

Some were splashed in his face.

But the drunkard swordsman didn't care.

He wiped the water from his face with his sleeve.

Look at the color of the blue shirt because of the wetness of the water.

How nice would it be if the relationships and feelings between people could be so simple and profound?

However, feelings that are easy to be deep will be more rapid when they are shallow.

The drunkard swordsman has only seen the man who gave the sword.

But whether it is her face, hands, or even her voice, she is a peerless beauty.

Although the drunkard swordsman is not a reading woman, there are countless women.

But there is also a lot of insight in the north and south.

The beauty he's ever seen.

More or less flawed.

Either the eyebrows are too thick.

Either the bridge of the nose is too stiff.

No one is as perfect as she is.

Even his voice was like a silver bell blown by the night wind at dusk.

Crisp and clean.

There is not the slightest harshness.

Such a voice is matched with such cheeks.

Even if a mouth spits out swear words, it is extremely useful.

At least the drunkard swordsman wanted to say a few more words to her, even if it was scolding.

It's just that men are very greedy.

When I heard that the voice was good, I wanted to say a few more words.

When I see the beauty of my cheeks, I want to keep staring at them.

But when you hear the voice and see the cheek, you will think about it again.

I yearn for the infinite style under the hem of the shirt.

The worst thing is.

The first and only time the drunkard swordsman saw her.

She's just finished killing.

Behind him lay three stripped corpses.

All three were killed by a single sword.

Their faces were extremely serene.

Perhaps intoxicated by the beauty of this woman, the inexplicable freeze frame has become eternal.

But this beautiful woman still didn't stop.

She was holding a sword.

Strip all the clothes off the three men.

And then he tore every inch of their skin.

Watching the blood gurgling out, he laughed and stopped.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the drunkard swordsman standing behind her.

The eyes are blazing.

The eyes are facing each other.

She smiled brightly, but she didn't care.

"Is it pretty?"

The beautiful woman asked.

"Beautiful!"

The drunkard swordsman nodded and said.

The beautiful woman asked about her methods of murder and the deaths of the three corpses on the ground.

However, the drunkard swordsman replied about himself.

But it doesn't matter what kind of looks good.

This beautiful woman finally got the answer she wanted.

The drunkard swordsman is not lustful.

He didn't know why he could make him abandon himself with just one glance.

even ignored the femme fatale of this beautiful woman, and fell in love with all her heart.

"You like it too?"

The beautiful woman asked again.

"I like it too. ”

The drunkard swordsman replied.

He seems to have given up the ability to think. Whatever the beautiful woman says, he echoes.

Even if she and then he committed suicide at this moment, I am afraid that the drunkard swordsman would draw his sword and plunge it into his throat without saying a word.

"Then you have to remember that it will be the same when you kill people in the future!"

The beautiful woman said.

She wiped the corner of her forehead with her right index finger.

There was a drop of blood on his forehead that had been splashed on the murder he had just killed.

The drop of blood was now in her fingertips.

But she didn't hesitate and took it into her mouth.

Then there was a "pop".

The beautiful woman smacked her lips.

Turn around and get ready to leave.

The drunkard swordsman followed her for dozens of paces.

"I'm going home, what about you?"

The beautiful woman asked without looking back.

"I'm going home too. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

"This road can only lead to my home, where is your home?"

The beautiful woman asked.

The drunkard swordsman was silent.

He has no home.

The four seas are home.

"Go any further, and you'll be back home with me. ”

The beautiful woman said.

The drunkard swordsman suddenly stopped.

He patted his head.

I don't think it should be so abrupt.

The beautiful woman heard the footsteps behind her stop, but she also stopped.

But she bent down and began to take off her shoes.

Then, the socks were removed.

The drunkard swordsman saw that her feet were more beautiful than the hands of many women.

That touch of whiteness instantly filled his entire body and mind.

For a while, my breathing was a little short.

"Every plant and tree here grew up with me. So I can't bear to step on them with the soles of my shoes. ”

The beautiful woman said.

She took off her shoes and socks and tucked them into her shoes.

Then he hooked two fingers with his left hand, stood up, and continued to walk forward.

See this scene.

The drunkard swordsman thinks how can there be such a kind woman in the world?

In order not to get hurt by these grass flowers, I would rather walk barefoot myself.

The weather at that time was late autumn three years ago.

The ground was already very cold.

The drunkard swordsman was a little distressed......

He was worried that if he continued like this, the woman's feet would not freeze.

She had completely forgotten how crazy she had been with the three corpses after she had killed them.

Really.

Human eyes want to see what they want to see.

The human brain only wants to remember what it wants to remember.

In the same way, people's hearts are only willing to believe and sympathize with what they want to believe and sympathize with.

Those three must have been heinous people.

In the end, they deserved it.

The drunkard swordsman thought so in his heart.

But he has already made some excuses for this beautiful woman.

Thinking of this, the drunkard swordsman also kicked off his shoes.

He wasn't wearing socks in the first place.

It's more convenient at this moment.

"Do you have any feelings for them, why bother to learn from me?"

The beautiful woman said when she heard the movement coming from behind her.

"I just wanted to do it. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

The beautiful woman threw the sword back in her hand and said:

"I'll talk about it when you learn to kill like that. ”

"It's not hard to kill people like that. I already will. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

"It's not hard to kill ordinary people. The hard thing is to kill famous people. ”

The beautiful woman said.

"What kind of person is famous?"

The drunkard swordsman asked.

"The name moves the Quartet, the name moves the world. ”

The beautiful woman said.

"If I kill someone who is famous in all directions, won't I be famous in all directions? If I kill someone who is famous in the world, won't I be famous in the world?"

The drunkard swordsman asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it good to be famous in all directions and move the world?"

The beautiful woman asked.

"What's so good?"

The drunkard swordsman was puzzled.

"People who are famous all over the world are heroes. ”

The beautiful woman said.

"Hero? I never thought ......"

The drunkard swordsman said.

"You haven't thought about it. But I thought about it. Not only did I think about it, but I even thought about it day and night, all the time. ”

The beautiful woman said.

"You want to be a hero?"

The drunkard swordsman asked.

"Nope. I don't want to. ”

The beauty said.

The drunkard swordsman was even more puzzled.

He didn't understand what the beautiful woman was talking about.

Or just because walking on the road is a little boring, and just say a few words to relieve boredom.

"What I'm thinking about is that beautiful women love heroes. ”

The beautiful woman didn't hear the drunkard swordsman's answer, and paused to continue.

The drunkard swordsman laughed.

At this moment, he understood the meaning of this beautiful woman.

"I'm going to be a hero. ”

The drunkard swordsman picked up the sword thrown by the beautiful woman and said.

"Really...... I just don't know how long it will take. ”

The beautiful woman said.

"How long can you wait?"

The drunkard swordsman asked.

"Three years. ”

The beautiful woman said happily.

"Why is it so accurate?"

The drunkard swordsman asked.

"Because in three years' time, I will go back to the place where the three people died and see if their flesh is rotten and bones. ”

The beautiful woman said.

The drunkard swordsman nodded suddenly.

He saw a garden in front of his eyes.

A garden that is already in full bloom even in late autumn.

"As long as you put your mind to it, you can do anything. I do my best for them, so they are willing to stay with me until this late autumn. ”

The beautiful woman said.

When he saw the figure of a beautiful woman gradually disappearing into the garden.

It was also just after dusk.

It's exactly the same as the weather now.

It's just that it's more transparent than here.

However, since that day, the drunkard swordsman felt that the weather everywhere could not compare to the Zhenbei Royal Domain, and the flowers everywhere could not compare to the flowers in the beautiful woman's garden.

The children by the river have gone home.

The frolicking fell silent.

The restaurant is full of people.

The drunkard swordsman turned, ready to walk the long street again.

He had already inquired clearly.

This long street goes to the easternmost end and then turns right, which is the Dingxi Palace.