The moon of tonight's deer is still round, but the moonlight is blocked by dense clouds, leaving a little afterglow, illuminating the cold light on the tips of the arrows of the soldiers of Qi Lin Zhenguo.

Wearing armor on his body, this Qi Lin Zhen Guogong stood in front of the soldiers, with no one in front of him and hundreds of soldiers behind him.

The light is blazing in the sky, and you can clearly see that under the dim and starless sky, there is a flying whirling long sword, and on the flying sword stands a deer disciple.

The Duke of Qi Lin Town didn't know what the Prince of Chu was thinking, but he only knew that the friends in the mouth of the Eight Princes were really extraordinary. A glimmer of light flashed in his dim eyes, and he remembered that Emperor Chu told him that day that this friend had a great background, and he was really an orphan of the Shen Mansion.

At that time, he laughed at it, thinking that this Chu Heavenly Emperor's mind was nothing more than that.

Now his face stiffened, if the young man on this giant tree was really an orphan of the Shen Mansion.

So, what was the Prince of Chu Tian thinking?

The evening breeze blew away the clouds in the sky, blew up the robes of the disciples who chased the deer, blew the long arrows on the bowstrings of the pro-soldiers, and woke up the two of them in the giant spirit tree.

A ray of silver light shone through the layers of branches, shining inside the spirit tree, and happened to form a small circle on the root of the tree.

In front of the circle, there was Dean Zhulu with a faint smile on his face, and Zhao was concerned.

Behind the circle, there is a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword is pointed at Shen Qingwen, who was worried about his uncle in the past.

"It's been a long time, Qingwen. Zhao Xiang smiled and looked at his nephew, who was almost an adult.

His smile was soft, just like back then.

Shen Qingwen narrowed his eyes, the long sword was still clenched in his hand, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why." ”

Zhao Xian's hands were naturally crossed into his cuffs, as if standing in front of him was not Shen Qingwen with a long sword in his hand, but Shen Qingwen who was barefoot and would smile when he saw him ten years ago.

He waved his sleeves, and a table, a teapot, and two teacups flew from above the spiritual root, and with a soft sound, they landed steadily on this spiritual platform, in the center of the moonlight circle.

The teacup shone with the unique brilliance of the moonlight, Zhao Xian sat down, played with the teacup, and said, "I haven't made tea with you for a long time." Come, how about drinking tea with your uncle today?"

The young mansion lord dressed in green clothes didn't move, looking at this face of Prince Zhao who had never happened anything, the coldness on his eyebrows gradually turned into anger.

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry first, I've been angry for almost ten years, and it's not bad. Have a cup of tea and let's talk slowly. Zhao Xian was leisurely making tea, and his tone was as light as usual.

Shen Qingwen still didn't move, the sword in his hand was put down a little, with a slight smile on his face, he said, "Uncle Concern, are you familiar with this tea?"

"Shenfu pear orchard, acacia tea. Zhao Xian shook his body, as if he knew that Shen Qingwen would ask like this, and the moment Shen Qingwen opened his mouth, he answered.

Shen Qingwen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Putting the Heroic Soul Sword back into its scabbard, he walked over. Sitting opposite Zhao Xiang, Zhao Xiangjiao poured him a cup of hot tea.

In winter, being able to drink a sip of acacia tea from Shenfu Pear Garden is Shen Qingwen's favorite thing since he was a child.

This is better than cooking wine on the roof with his parents, after all, it will seem redundant.

It's just that Shen Qingwen drank it in one gulp, and as soon as the hot tea entered his mouth, he spit it out.

The hot tea was sprinkled on the spiritual root, and there was still hot steam, and Shen Qingwen burned his mouth again. scolded in his heart to damn it, but he still endured the pain and sat up straight.

Zhao Xian laughed, he was a little moved, the child in front of him really hasn't changed at all. Helplessly, he poured the cup to the brim again, Zhao Xian squinted at the shadow outside the spiritual root, and his smile faded.

Shen Qingwen didn't notice the slight change in Zhao Xian, he looked at the moonlight reflected on the teacup. With the residual warmth of the hot tea in his mouth, he asked, "I want an answer, why?"

"Because of jealousy. Zhao Xian replied simply.

"Why are you jealous?" Shen Qingwen frowned, and his deep eyes were full of confusion at this moment.

Zhao Xian didn't rush to answer, he gently blew away the tea leaves on the teacup, he wouldn't be as anxious as Shen Qingwen, so he would only burn his mouth. Taking a sip of acacia tea, he replied, "All." As big as a soldier and a pawn, as small as a grass and a tree, I am jealous. ”

Shen Qingwen laughed, a little ridiculous, a little ridiculous. This Prince Tang Tang Dazhao would actually take advantage of a child who was less than eight years old at the time out of jealousy.

Shen Qingwen got up, this tea can't be drunk, and he can't talk about it this day.

"Let's have a fight. ”

Shen Qingwen pulled out the Heroic Soul Long Sword again, the long sword was full of cold light, and it also had to make a good calculation with the Prince of Zhao, this account that had been separated for ten years.

If it is according to the rules of borrowing money, this profit has been rolled for ten years, and it is not too much to ask him for his life.

"Don't pretend, you know that tonight's fight won't start. Zhao Xian shook his head, even though he had experienced a baptism of life and death, the young man's heart was still the same as before.

For example, this morning's Diyin is the best embodiment.

An old fox is an old fox, and his sense of smell is more sensitive than that of a dog. Shen Qingwen sighed secretly, the long sword was returned to the sheath, and he sat down again.

This tea, cooled a little, can be drunk.

This acacia tea is not sweet, and it is slightly bitter, but after drinking it for a long time, it feels a little sweet, just like that acacia.

When he was young, he didn't understand why his brothers and uncles in the house didn't drink sweet tea, but every year no matter how busy they were, they would go to the house to drink the unique bitter tea of this pear orchard.

The older the person, the more he likes to drink.

Shen Qingwen asked them why, and there was an uncle who replied to him with a smile, and you will know when you grow up. Then he was kicked by his companion, he came to his senses, and quickly changed his words, hoping that the young master would not like this tea when he grew up.

When I heard such words at the beginning of my youth, I didn't understand it, but I knew that it seemed very human, so he loved to drink this tea.

The young man thought about this sentence again, and he had become the person in the sentence, because of lovesickness, he loved to drink this tea.

"Zhao is concerned, you should be damned. Shen Qingwen raised his head and looked at the clouds on the sky dome that blocked the moonlight through tens of thousands of spirit roots.

Zhao Xian deeply agreed, "I'm damned, but not now." ”

Shen Qingwen nodded, there are masters living in this Zhulu City, and this master doesn't like to be stained with too much blood in Zhulu City. If they insist on fighting today, they will not be able to tell who will live, but they will both have to die together.

It's not terrible to die, it's really terrible to die with this Zhao concern.

After drinking the tea, he chatted for a few sentences, which was really enough to give him face. The young mansion lord who carried the heroic soul got up and made an appointment with the dean of Zhulu before leaving.

On the last day of the year, outside the city, they lived and died.

Zhao Xian agreed, and Shen Qingwen remembered something. He asked Zhao Xiang to ask for the elixir of his victory, Zhao Xiang was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and took out an elixir that emitted a hazy green light from his arms.

Taking the elixir, Shen Qingwen drove the long sword, rushed out of the giant spirit book, and cut through the sky, he saw the moon today, it should really be round.

When the disciples saw Shen Qingwen come out, they all got off their swords. Qi Lin Zhenguo Gong saw that there was no reaction inside, and he also fired an arrow.

There was no fight today, and people on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

Each went back to his own house, each looking for his own mother, and they tacitly agreed on this matter.

The tense atmosphere disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the topic of where to drink tonight, and the long street returned to its former calm.

The moon has finally come out.

The full moon shone brightly, and Zhao was standing in the Zhulu Academy. The Djinn Tree turned back into the poor old tree in his courtyard that had lost all its leaves and only its branches.

He moved his body, thinking that he would rest early today, and he would have to preside over the admissions ceremony tomorrow, so he walked a few steps and stopped.

Looking at the black-clothed figure that appeared in his courtyard, Zhao Xiang smiled bitterly, just because the black-clothed figure was carrying two jars of wine in his hand.

Touching glasses under the moonlight, Zhao Xian and Gu Shengwang took a sip of wine at the same time. Drinking with a wine jug is more heroic than a wine glass, and they both said happily at the same time.

Sitting in the courtyard, blowing the evening breeze, Gu Shengwang asked, "Is it worth it?" ”

"It's worth it. Zhao Xian only replied.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" asked Gu Sheng again.

Zhao Xian smiled, "Are you afraid?" ”

The two men over thirty years old looked at each other and laughed, of course they were afraid.

"Qingwen will know. Gu Sheng Wang muttered, his eyes were a little sad, and tonight's moon, he added softly, "He will definitely know." ”

"I know what, I don't know how. Zhao Xian sneered at Gu Shengwang's sensual attitude, and snorted lightly, he paid attention to the surroundings.

After all, this superficial Prince Zhao is actually a poor person who will be remembered even after drinking tea.

However, today is also a blessing for Shen Qingwen, and he can drink a jar of wine with peace of mind. It's just that tonight is happy, and from tomorrow, he has a headache even more.

"If you cultivate hard, you don't want to live a happy life. King Gu Sheng, tell me why we cultivated to the end, but we ended up like this. Maybe it's because of the wine, Zhao Xian shook his head, he thought about this question for a while, "We are all poor people." ”

"I'm better than you, I have a daughter. Gu Shengwang laughed, his smile showing off a little.

Zhao Xian snorted coldly, but his tone also softened, "Brother and sister, ......"

"Ah, the day the child was born," Gu Shengwang pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, his eyes were slightly downward, and he smiled freely, "The child didn't live either, but fortunately, I picked up Pingguo at the foot of the mountain, otherwise I might really be one step ahead of you." ”

King Gu Sheng suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in this courtyard where there were only two people, even more desolate than this cold winter evening breeze.

Zhao Xian didn't say anything, in such a comparison, he was more miserable. It seems that he has three brothers who were born and died, but they have long been bought by his own brother, and he carries three monitors with him, and Zhao is worried about killing them immediately.

It's a pity that Qi Linren didn't do well and didn't let any of the three die.

Zhao Xian took another sip of wine, which was the most disappointing thing.

In the second half of the night, there was no trace of the two men in the courtyard, and there were only two jars of wine, on which something seemed to be written.

Under the moonlight, if you look closely, it turns out to be two names.

Shen Qingwen, who was dressed in green clothes and had no sleepiness on his face, stood in front of his window, looking at the quiet Zhulu City, his heart was numb.

often hates people's hearts, is jealous for thousands of years, and is not more than a hundred years old.

Who wanders, lovesickness, tonight the Iron Horse Binghe, into my dreams.

With the heroic soul on his back, Shen Qingwen stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, a green dress shining with a cold moonlight.

No matter what the purpose behind this Zhao is behind this move, whether it is evil or good, he has to die.

That's for sure.