Through the ages, there are countless heroes, try to ask who is the opponent in the world, leisurely, endless rivers are rolling.

The yellow-shirted guest was very popular, commenting on the heroes of the world like a few treasures, only to hear that Xuanyuan was so carefree that he drank three or five bowls of wine in a row unconsciously. The woman in blue kept looking at him, and the more she looked at it, the more interesting she felt, so she opened her mouth and said to him: "Son, a good amount of alcohol, as the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are not drunk when you meet a confidant, could it be that you have to meet a confidant who is in love?"

Xuanyuan smiled lightly, and poured himself another bowl of wine, his eyes were clear, and he saw the yellow-shirted guest.

The yellow-shirted guest slowly picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and said: "If you talk about a good amount of wine, Qiushui is certainly worthy of the leader, but the old man of the mixed world also dares to be the leader in front of the wine altar." The old man of the mixed world has a great friendship with Jiang Lang, and naturally understands the amount of rivers and seas that he has learned. ”

The young man in white interjected at this time: "The old man of the mixed world plays Hongchen, and the dragon can be regarded as a peerless master when he sees the beginning but not the end." ”

The yellow-shirted guest's eyes flashed, and he said: "Speaking of peerless masters, the god operator deduced the rise and fall of the rivers and lakes that day, and made a song, which exhausted the peerless masters of the world." ”

Qin Zhongweng said: "The old man also heard this song back then, but he couldn't understand its meaning, and asked Mr. for advice. ”

The yellow-shirted guest picked up the bamboo chopsticks and gently tapped the wine bowl, and the rhythm was together, and he chanted in a subdued manner: "The sky and the earth are slim, the sun is lonely, and the moon guest is away from the wind and rain." The dragon is always ruthless, and the frost and snow trees are like smoke in autumn. Mai Fuxue asked Red Sleeves, but Jiang Feng Yuhuo was speechless. Mo Dao Murong Xie Feihong, the clouds are faint, the moon is Xiaoxiao, and he smiled in Qianshan when he was long. Chu Shuiqiu is farther away, and the sunset of the long river sends it to his shoulders. ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi listened to the yellow-shirted guest and asked, "I don't know how to solve this song?"

The yellow-shirted man laughed and said, "The way of a saint is only in the mean." The heavenly opportunity cannot be leaked, Jiang Lang's immortal fate is not shallow, the immortal roots are deep, and the natural investigation and understanding of the different day will be realized. ”

Having said that, the wine has also been exhausted. The woman in blue clapped her hands, and a woman who looked like a village girl rushed in and took the scraps away. Looking at the sky outside the window, it was time for the red wheel to go west, and the white-robed old man said: "You can rest for the time being, Jiang Lang will go out for a walk with the old man, and maybe you can still find the vague place of the old dream." ”

When I was ten years old, I vaguely remembered that the maple trees by the river were flying red, the waves in the river were splashing with snow, and the sound of three or two river birds was faintly bleak. The Jiang family was a little tired from churning in the river and climbed up the riverbank. A wisp of wind blew across his forehead, a red leaf flew in front of his eyes, and the cry of a river bird floated past his ears. He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was about to usher in a completely different career.

The white waves on the river rolled, and the sound of the waves was pure and ethereal. He saw a person, who was floating on the white waves, wearing a cloth coat and swaying in the shadow of the waves. He thought that the man could fly across the water, and he must be a god. The man saw him too, and it was a pair of deep and misty eyes, like the vast sky, like the vast ocean. In those eyes, he was nothing more than a mustard, a speck of dust.

That person was his later master, the Emperor of the Sun who had already traveled overseas and didn't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

The past is vague, although Jiang Zuobuyi still has a smile on his face, his eyes are a little hazy.

The white-robed old man had come to a river with him at this time, just like the one he had seen for the last time when he left with his master at the age of ten, but he knew that what he saw was nothing more than an old dream.

The white-robed old man looked at the snow surging river from afar, and said, "When the Emperor of the Sun took you away, he left your adoptive parents with a book and money to get by. Although Emperor Jiaoyang is extremely smart, he is very secret, and he didn't expect your adoptive parents to be illiterate. Your adoptive parents had to ask a neighbor for a lesson on what Jane wrote, and that neighbor was a troublesome person with a weak mouth, spreading the news that the Emperor of the Sun had taken you to learn the arts, causing a catastrophe. ”