In the cold winter, the lake is frozen, and the dead trees are gone.

A little bean-like glow passed through the night, drifting on the silent ice.

Carrying the lamp was a lonely man, wearing only a thin single coat, standing motionless in the middle of the icy lake as if he were a dead man, fearless of the cold.

In his left hand he carried a sword, a sword as red as blood. The scabbard reflected the white moonlight, and a phoenix loomed in flames.

"You're not cold?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure quietly appeared behind the man.

The person who came was dressed in a black cloak, although his whole face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, but just a dragon pattern silver spear in his hand was enough to prove that he was the silver spear Shen Hu, known as the Cangling Gun King.

The man didn't seem surprised by the man's sudden appearance, but said with his lips slightly open from the cold.

"If the clothes are heavy, the body is late, and if the body is slow, the sword is blunt. "

Shen Hu walked two feet away from him and stood still.

"Reasonable, I'm afraid I'm afraid that you will freeze to death before you draw your sword. "

The man said again.

"Why are you afraid of wine?"

"Wine?

Although Shen Hu hid his face under the hood, the tone of his mouth had already revealed his surprise.

Of course, he will be surprised, although wine can warm the body, it can also be dull, and the master duel is the ability to react in an instant, if one of them drinks, then before he can do it, he is already declared dead.

The man in the single coat naturally understood this truth, but he still drank wine, a jar of spirits.

Shen Hu said.

"Do you want to die, or do you think I'm not worth your all?"

"Neither. "

The man turned around slowly, and the dim candlelight reflected under Shen Hu's black hood, leaking out his chin full of beard.

He lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand.

"This sword is called Ni Shang. "

Shen Hu bowed slightly.

"West Lake water, a sword pavilion, Gongzi Bill's sword. Everyone knows it. "

"No, they don't. "

"Don't know?"

Sybil nodded.

"I'm going to drink for this sword to be light and fast enough. "

Shen Hu understood what he meant.

"You've drunk. "

"Drink. "

"The sword is light and fast enough?"

"Enough. "

As he spoke, he saw his right arm swing slightly, but the lantern in his palm had already been shot. Like a bird flying through the air, he threw it out more than ten feet, and suddenly lost its strength and turned into a firefly, landing steadily on the ice.

Shen Hu saw that he no longer spoke, and turned into one hand and lifted the dragon pattern silver spear sideways. With the sound of firecrackers from the joints, he was ready to shoot.

At the same time, a woman stood in a pavilion by the lake. In the silent midnight, dressed in a deep coat and covered with a fox fur, he waited forward in the season when the dripping water turned into ice.

Even if her pretty face was red from the cold and her ears were unconscious, she didn't care.

She stared, her watery eyes through the night.

She watched, and saw the man standing on the surface of the lake on this winter night, wearing only a thin garment.

Looking at the sword he was carrying, looking at what he said, 'only the sword is not required'.

I saw the dim candlelight shining on the cold tip of the spear, on the blood-stained scabbard.

However, the two men on the ice were silent, and neither of them moved again. Like the frozen water of a lake, the surface is immovable, and the dark tide is turbulent inside.

Because they know very well that if they do not move, they will take the life of the other person when they move. If you don't succeed in killing the other person, you will give the other party a chance to take your own life.

This is an opportunity that can kill you once, so you can't miss it.

Dry branches fall on the bluestone-frozen surface of the lake, making a dull rattling sound. Almost at the same moment as the branch fell, the spear king Shen Hu moved.

The huge figure shook violently in the light of the candlelight, and the silver spear shot out with a strong wind, and the cold tip of the spear slammed straight into Sybil's door.

This trick Jiaolong goes to sea, and its momentum is the first of Shen Hu's marksmanship, and its strength can break trees and stones. With this move alone, Shen Hu didn't know how many martial arts masters he had killed.

Seeing that the tip of the windbreaker gun was close to the center of his eyebrows, the other party did not move. Shen Hu knew that the outcome had been decided. The foot exerted force again, and the body was more violent, and the whole person used the gun as an arrow and the man as the arrow shaft, and stabbed straight through.

However, only for a moment.

The neon clothes came out of the sheath, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the sound of the sword was endless.

Shen Hu had already descended the mountain like a fierce tiger, and he pounced more than six feet. Although the body still maintained a forward posture, there was an imperceptible blood mark on the neck.

Sybil put his sword into the sheath, and suddenly coughed violently, and his face, which had become bloodless from the cold, immediately appeared a flush.

Looking back at Shen Hu, the cold wind had blown off his jet-black hood, leaking out a face that had been through vicissitudes, his abrupt eyes were dead, blood spurted out of his neck, and white gas was sprinkled on the cold lake.

Sybil struggled to stop coughing, then opened his mouth and paused, but finally said nothing.

How many martial arts practitioners have pursued the first place in the world all their lives, but it is just an empty name. But it is such a name, but it teaches how many heroes and heroes are eager to flock to it.

As the wind grew stronger, the lantern on the ice was swept up by the wind and rolled to the shore, and was lifted by a young man in brocade clothes flying by.

I saw that the young man in brocade only had three ups and downs between his breaths, and he had already come to Sybil like a gust of wind, which showed the wonder of his body and the high level of light skills.

"Childe, Sister Linglong told you to put it on quickly. ”

The brocade-clothed young man held a dim lantern in one hand and a fox fur in the other hand and handed it to him.

Sybil smiled slightly after hearing this, reached out and took the fox fur and draped it on his body, and immediately felt a lot warmer.

"Ah Yu, light work has improved. From the Hundred Flowers Pavilion here, the clothes are still hot. ”

After Ah Yu heard this, Jun's face immediately turned red, and he hurriedly replied.

"The clothes were just taken off by Sister Linglong, and my sister was in the Sword Pavilion. ”

"When did you come?"

"Three more. As soon as Childe arrived in the middle of the lake, his sister came. ”

Sybil couldn't help but look up at the Yijian Pavilion not far away, the pavilion was already empty, leaving a lingering fox fur draped over his body.

Ah Yu looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

"Laughing at what?"

"Sister Linglong is stupider than Ah Yu. ”

"Oh?"

"My sister likes Childe so much, but she always doesn't tell Childe to let Childe marry her, isn't it stupider than Ah Yu?"

Sybil smiled wryly, followed by a violent cough.

Seeing this, Ah Yu looked worried, hurriedly hugged him, and said worriedly.

"Childe, go back. Just give this person to Ah Yu. ”

After hearing this, Sybil tried to suppress his cough and sighed slightly.

"This person has practiced gunsmithing all his life, has no parents, wife and children, no friends and confidants, and must be buried in peace. ”

Ah Yu agreed, and suddenly remembered something.

"Childe, what's this person's name, and what should I write on the tombstone?"

Sybil looked up at the dark night sky and felt the cold wind blowing in his face. When the strength of the wine had subsided a little, he could appreciate the loneliness of this winter night even more.

Like Shen Hu lying on his stomach behind him, when his blood finally cooled down, after he died in Huangquan, there was no one beside him.

Lonely and lonely, the silver gun in hand is the destination.

Sadly?

"Cangling Gun King, Shen Hu. ”

The night is faintly bright, and the morning light has not yet arrived. Everything is waking up and looking forward to the first rays of light. The sound of falling snow in the woods broke the silence in Guiling Mountain, and also signaled that new graves had been added to the dead graves.

Ah Yu moved quickly, and the grave bag had already been built by him, leaving only the tombstone unmade. At this moment he was chopping a trunk with an axe thick with a bowl, and with each axe he fell, some of the snow on the tree fell, some fell on his head, some slipped over his young handsome face and into the collar, and in a short time he soaked through his clothes, and he shivered when the mountain wind blew through the cold, and then he complained to himself with each axe.

"Rotten Trees, Broken Trees!"

"Returning the gun king, it's not like you can't catch a sword. ”

"Blind old man, dead old man, why haven't you woken up yet!"

Ah Yu complained while angrily chopping the trunk of the tree, until a weak cold snort came from behind him.

"Hmph, there's a salted fish croaking in the morning. ”

Hearing the sound, Ah Yu's frightened axe almost didn't hold it, and he quickly turned around and smirked awkwardly. I saw a blind thin old man standing by the fence outside the thatched hut, shaking his sleeves with his back to Ah Yu and saying.

"Come in and warm up, don't salted fish become dead fish, we blind old man don't care about burying it. ”

Ah Yu covered his mouth and snickered, and couldn't help but want to tell him that salted fish is also a type of dead fish, but he still ran into the hut without saying anything.

The hut is unusually simple, with straw mats and quilts in the northeast corner, piled up haphazardly. In the center there was a table and two chairs, and there was a kettle of hot water burning by a stove beside the table, but nothing else.

As soon as Ah Yu ran in, he ignored the whirring copper kettle, wanting to pour a cup of hot water to go cold. It's just that he didn't expect the blind old man to be faster than him, snatched the kettle from his hand and cursed.

"Get out of the way. ”

As he spoke, he picked up an upside-down teacup from the table, and poured a full cup of hot water, steaming hot water flush with the mouth of the cup, not a drop more, not a drop less. The movements are not only skillful but also extremely precise, and can be described as all in one go. If outsiders had seen it, they would probably never have believed that this old man was blind.

But Ah Yu has long been accustomed to it, he knows that although the blind old man's eyes can't see, his ears are very good, even if a needle falls outside the house, the blind old man can hear clearly in the house.

"A drop, a tree. ”

The blind old man said with a smile on his face, like an old elder who loves his grandson. Seeing this, Ah Yu couldn't help but flatten his mouth, looking at the teacup in front of him and crying without tears.

After weighing it again, he could only pick up the teacup carefully, God knows how long he would cut down a tree.

The blind old man waited for him to take a sip, nodded with satisfaction, and asked.

"Buried whom. ”

Ah Yu took another sip and knew that the water would not spill out, so he raised his head and replied.

"Shen Hu, what kind of gun king is it. In the end, it's not as good as the big knife player lying next to him!"

The blind old man heard Ah Yu say this, and raised his head to look in the direction of the new grave outside the door. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, smiling more obviously and kindly.

"Hey, Shen Hu is also a good hand. In the mouth of your little doll, it is not as good as the defeat of your subordinates. The blind old man sat tremblingly on the chair beside him, facing the door, and then said, "These graves outside the house, Shen Hu is in the top three. As for the double-knife Liu Qi you mentioned, at best, he is only sixth. ”

"Sixth? How is it possible, that gun king only made one move. It took him three tricks to lose to Childe, especially the last move... Not... What's it called? Ah, yes, mandarin ducks playing in the water!haha..."

Ah Yu laughed happily at the thought of this name, but just as he was laughing, he was suddenly patted on the head. Let's not talk about whether it hurts or not, the important thing is that the water in the teacup almost spilled out. When he raised his head angrily, he found that the blind old man had already gotten up and was about to walk out of the hut.

"How many moves are used for a fart!Have you ever seen Childe Bill use a second move?"

The blind old man stumbled out of the house as he took the trouble to explain.

"The iron rod Wu who swept thousands of troops buried in the east, the unpredictable secret weapon Tang buried in the south, and the negative killer Iron Fan Xie lying next to him, that is not as strong as the double sword Liu Qiming's martial arts. If you have a lot of tricks, you're going to be the best in the world, so won't you become the best in the world?"

Ah Yu blushed when he heard the blind old man bury him, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he had to say angrily.

"Of course there are a lot of tricks! Sister Linglong is proof of it!"

"Fart, that girl has a lot of tricks, not martial arts. ”

"Hey, old man, you're stiff-mouthed again. I'm going to Baihua Pavilion to find Sister Linglong to treat you!"

Baihua Pavilion is in the deepest part of the West Mansion, which was originally the residence of Mrs. Gongzi, and you can know that flowers and plants are flourishing just by listening to the name. Although it is winter, the building is still full of flowers. And all this is due to the hard work of a woman, if she had not set up three stoves in the house to keep warm from the cold and take care of them every day, I am afraid that the flowers would have withered in autumn.

In the early morning, when the sky is dark, the women always come to the attic and prune the branches with scissors in hand. Just like treating his own green silk, he was careful for fear of scaring off the petals that fought against the cold winter. Three years is like a day, never slacking off.

Rao is like this, or she can't resist the nature of the Heavenly Dao, looking at the flowers languishing and bending the branches, the woman sighed softly and felt powerless.

"However, a hundred flowers have no head, and they will eventually turn into spring mud. ”

After finishing speaking, a violent coughing sound came from outside the closed door, and the woman quickly put down the scissors and opened the door. I saw Sybil standing outside the door in a fox fur, holding a plum branch that had just been broken off from a tree.

When the woman saw this, she hurriedly put away her grief and called with a smile.

"Brother-in-law. ”

Sybil also nodded slightly with a smile and handed the plum blossom branch in his hand to the woman.

"Thanks to you for taking care of these flowers for three years, otherwise I'm afraid the Hundred Flowers Pavilion wouldn't even be able to see the spring mud. He paused, and then continued, as if he had made up his mind, "Move in later, these flowers can't live without you." ”

After the woman took the plum branch, her face immediately flushed crimson, as if she couldn't believe it. He stared at Sybil's eyes for a long time, then slowly lowered his head, and was silent for a long time before softly gracing.

When Sybil saw that she had agreed, he said no more, turned and walked down the stairs. But when he turned around, no one saw his sad expression, and no one knew how guilty he felt.

It was the grief of the deceased wife and the guilt of being disappointed.

Sybil stood in the stairwell and looked back at the open door.

He once promised his deceased wife to take care of Linglong and choose a good family for her. However, now that three years have passed, there are countless introductions to young talents, but they always refuse in every way. He can't wait any longer, he can't wait any longer for what he's going to do, and he can't afford to worry about anyone.

"Linglong, Xifu will be your dowry from now on, don't let yourself do it again. ”

Gu Linglong was still indulging in joy, and was holding the plum blossom branch that only bloomed with one flower in her hands, her heart was sweet and even her face was smiling with peach blossoms. However, when I suddenly heard the words from the stairwell, it was like eating poisonous preserves, and the smile gradually faded into a pair of hazy teary eyes.

She choked up and cried silently. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and a drop fell on the cold plum blossom branch, splashing plum blossoms turned into tears.

She didn't understand why Sybil was always ruthless with her because her sister was not prettier than her, and she was not as gentle as her.

She won't understand that there is no reason for love to go deeper.

It's like a peach blossom branch in your hand.

That is, when you know that the flower will eventually fail, why bother with the withered branches?

The sun rises in the east and the snow melts. Guiling Mountain, where sixteen martial arts masters are buried, is bathed in the moisture of snow water at this moment. The tall trees that covered the mountains were like dark clouds in the sky because the snow on the branches melted, and it began to drizzle.

Sybil walked all the way down the muddy mountain road, which was a lot of effort. The lack of sleep all night, combined with the duel on the lake last night, made his already thin body even worse.

In his left hand, he carried a sword, a neon sword as red as blood. In his right hand, he holds a jar of fine autumn dew. Speaking of autumn dew, this wine can be said to be precious, only the use of autumn cold dew can be brewed, the whole Xifu can only brew one jar a year.

However, although Sybil loved to drink, he never drank this unavoidable autumn dew. It's not because he's stingy, it's just that someone loves to drink this clear autumn dew more than him.

This person is his deceased wife, Chu Mumu.

At the top of Guiling Mountain, the wind is cold and snowy. A stone mound facing east is located in the middle of a wide stone lawn. After sunrise, the sun gently sprinkled on its tombstone, just as it did on a woman's gentle face.

Carrying a sword and wine, Sybil walked to the tombstone and sat on the ground, gently stroked the tombstone, and said to himself.

"I'm coming, with Autumn Dew. ”

The clear wine spilled on the ground, wafting with the aroma of wine, and Sybil laughed.

"It's all yours, I don't rob it. ”

A gust of wind blew, like a lover's whisper.

"It's been three years, it's time. ”

He still smiled softly, but it was so sad. The mountain wind seemed to be infected by his emotions, and let out a whining and mournful howl.

After a short time, only half a jar of wine remained, and Sybil slowly stood up and silently looked at the top of the mountain road.

A thin old man who was blind stood there, respectfully holding a long jet-black wooden box in both hands, accompanied by a young man in brocade clothes who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, waiting for him quietly.

Sybil looked up at the sky, and knew that the hour had come, so he slowly raised the neon sword in his hand and gently leaned it against the side of the tombstone.

The original gentle smile also disappeared, replaced by a cold gaze and a ruthless back.

The dry bones in the red face mound are cold, and the rivers and lakes are with me.

The revenge of killing his wife should be avenged now.