The wind blows, and the old beggar opens his eyes.

He saw the young man, dressed in a green robe, with a clear appearance, and he knew that he was waiting for him, so he was not in a hurry to go, standing under a tree of winter snow, with his arms folded and his eyes half-opened to peep into the world, surrounded by five spirit butterflies, each more dreamy than the other, and he did not know which young man in black raised it.

The old beggar smiled clearly, and saw that this down-and-out man, Xuan Chan, who had been born elegantly, got up slowly, the wind leaves did not stick to his clothes, and he slipped down his hair, and the spirit butterflies around his body fluttered and dispersed, leaving traces of beauty, even if he couldn't see it.

The young man said that he must be the one who is far away, no matter how many beggars there are in the world, or if he has seen many beggars, but they are all like this, so he is familiar at first sight. Thinking of the reason, the young man smiled absurdly, shook the wine in the pot three times, did not drink, stepped forward along the curtain of the fallen leaves, and placed it beside the beggar in the shadows, the sunny side of the stone that shaded the sun.

This wine was originally added for him, and the amount of wine in each pot was personally in charge of the tavern Xiao Er, and he never spoke, nor did he interfere with the actions of the shopkeeper, so I don't know how much wine is in this pot and what the purity is. However, he still had to follow the steps to bring it to him, after all, what was in the pot had nothing to do with the ceremonial things he gave when he first met this strong man.

It seems that it didn't cost a penny.

The green robe sat down calmly, the old beggar never raised his eyes, looked at the wine jug on his side and didn't know what he saw, smiled indifferently, looked sideways, the dry movement seemed to have not turned for a long time, stared at the young man in front of him for a moment, and said with a slight bitterness, "You came, it's really not the right time, why do you say I have to wait for you here, but you came when I don't want to wait for you, and I don't know if it will offset my empty waiting years." ”

As he spoke, the man moved the flask from the side of the boulder to the shadows, his eyes cloudy, but unexpectedly bright.

Looking at the old beggar in front of him, Xuan Chan was silent for a while, he knew why there was a kind of dizziness effect when he looked around after the transaction, so he looked at the beggar at this time, and always felt that he was so far away, so far that the existence in his eyes was a phantom, which could not be seen or touched.

It's extraordinary;

The green-robed young man didn't know what to think, and he mixed it up, but he was also relieved, and took two wooden bowls from the ring, and placed a willow branch on one side, which was stained with a little dew; He can see clearly and understand, naturally, and he will not hide.

He wants to go to the Luo family to find an opportunity, the existence of the person who must be the link, since the brocade-clothed young man has arranged everything in advance, and called the young man by name to come over, everything is naturally a certainty, but the transaction is degrading after all, he is not willing to reach a contract with the ants, so the child in front of him will not be so unbearable, it can be regarded as reaching the bottom line that can make him tolerate.

Beggar Mo thought about the transaction, his face was lazy, his body became more and more dusty, and his face that he couldn't see clearly became a blur, only knowing that he wanted to tell the world that he was just a beggar. Looking at the illusory and empty figure of the old beggar in front of him, Xuan Chan's eyes condensed slightly, trying to concentrate on this person's appearance, for a long time, dizzy, after all, he gave up; the young man shook his head helplessly, thinking that his realm was higher than he expected, reading this Xuan Chan fixed his eyes on a place that could make him feel a little better and not embarrassed, and after calming down, he took the water from the wooden bowl and drank it, and said tentatively: "Take the liberty to disturb; this transaction is the entrustment of the master, and the boy does not know the details." Everything is based on Mr., listen attentively, and look at Haihan. ”

The green-robed young man saluted, and the old beggar didn't care, his chin was bowed, and his eyebrows were depressed, and he said softly, "You wait, I'll tell you a story." ”

The old beggar sat upright, looked at the color of the young man in front of him, and said, "There are so many beggars in the world, and I have seen a lot of them." The strong man held the bowl lightly, his body was slightly lighter, and his eyes were deep, "You and I have never known each other, and it is a gentleman's taboo to talk about it in a simple way, but now that the details of this transaction are involved, since the black clothes have given me your news, I should not hide it from you; The strong man smiled bitterly, he really didn't want to feel guilty about the young man in front of him, but he shouldn't expose so many details, if there was anything that made him act like this, it was because he ......was pitiful; Pity this young man for his incorrigible faith.

The old beggar shook his head helplessly, the green-robed young man on the opposite side seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand, the strong man didn't care, he talked to himself, looked at the northwest sky, and said with a little emotion, "Do you know, the Shenshui Palace." ”

"The boy has heard of it. Xuan Chan replied softly, he only knew one name for many sects in the forty-seven major forces, and at this time, he knew that the old beggar was going to speak, so he simply closed his eyes, no longer looked around, and pondered.

The opposite side was silent, as if he couldn't see the movements of the young man, the old beggar remembered the distance, his expression revealed a little nostalgia and sentimentality, I don't know what kind of deeds he was looking at, the frost and snow here were bigger, and the boulder turned into a frost-like appearance, clear and exquisite.

There is no frost and snow in the Shenshui Palace, it is all ice, and it is all clear and solid ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

Looking at the reflection of the ice, the strong man remembered his old voice and smile, and it was over, and he was no longer young at that time.

It was a hidden temple located in a broken space, and the beauty of the dark blue shocked the young man who did not enter here, and when he turned around and saw the girl with blue wings, he knew that this was the Shenshui Palace.

Shenshui Palace, also known as the Shifting Flower Palace, the Moon Cold Palace, the door is full of women, since its establishment has not communicated with the outside world, the serial number of the list is also given by the kitchen saint himself, it is the first palace of Middle-earth, in the classics of the Middle-earth forces, the news other than this is scarce, not much more than the people, as if the secret palace was not located in the northern Xinjiang, but in the southeast of the world.

And he just knew a little more about the secrets because of that encounter.

"And Tillian ......"

The strong man's body trembled slightly, and Xuan Chan's eyes opened and closed on their own, and for a moment he seemed to see the old beggar's face clearly, but he didn't seem to see clearly. But in any case, he had a slight impression of that appearance, as if he had seen it somewhere......

The green-robed boy picked up the willow branch on top of the ice, and the dew turned into frost and snow between his swaggers......

He saw, he saw the shattered fragment of the world, and there was a young man in it, who had nothing to do with him, and the strong man smiled pathetically. No wonder the boy was called to trade, but the prisoner who longed for freedom was still a prisoner, but because he longed for freedom, he did not live as a prisoner.

Qin Lian, do you want him to die?

The old beggar drank the wooden bowl, Xuan Chan looked confused, the spider silk in his hand was cold, the ice was frozen and cracked, and a new sprout grew in the soil, swaying from side to side.

"Can you continue...... the young man closed his eyes, and the strong man smiled, which was counted as agreement.

He smiled, smiling like a child, not because of the young man, but because the young man in brocade said that the end of the world is not far away, and the end of the world, there is a lotus plant, which can increase the talent and creation, and gather the corpse of the other side of the sky to turn the tide and return to the nightmare.

At that time, you and I may have been teenagers.

With a long sigh, the old beggar's hair curled, and the frost and snow melted in the two wooden bowls, which counted as adding chips, but I don't know which side of the balance the chips were added to.

The young man closed his eyes and calmed his nerves, and the opposite side opened with Tilian;

The frost and snow here are deliberately colorful, piled up on the ground one by one, playing the sorrow of the prosperous era one after another; listening to it is like the parting love between lovers, listening carefully is a song of the young blood of the country's hatred and family hatred, and then listening to it becomes the fanatical faith, the blood of the person who crossed the river in the lonely grave, and finally listens quietly,...... Oh, it's just a piece of mourning.

The sound of the music drained the boy's strength, and his flesh clung to the frozen ground, and the old beggar finally began to speak.

He spoke of the holy white lotus in the vast sea of people, and he said that it was the last broken intestine song he carved on the cliff wall.

The world is full of young people, the world is sad and the wanderer is found, and the world is sad and beggars, but there are so many beggars in the world, why can I always meet you, after all, they refuse to let me go, so they are in the appearance of that red umbrella. I just want to see her, I have already abandoned the cloak of Tianjiao, why let me realize the brilliance I may have.

I don't want to be teased by you here.

The green-robed young man's hair was scattered, and he no longer listened to the chanting of the strong man opposite, he was covering the meaning of the mighty man for him, just so that he could have an independent divine sense, not a hound that was set to run around, but was free himself.

The frost and snow streaked across Xuan Chan's robe, and finally fell weakly on the ice, and seven drops of blood fell from the corners of the old beggar's mouth, corresponding to the seven rolls of gold thread in the hand of the young man in the long coat in the distance.

But when he uttered those three words he knew that the rest needed no more to say, for he must have understood, just as the jug of wine which he had handed him when he came, and which he knew was empty.

Looking at the young man's back, he knew that the deal was done.

It's just that the wind and snow, all the way.