Three states, five places, four three and five years, the thirtieth year of the first month, stunned.

Just after the end of the year, the sky is not cold, the weather is fine, and the clouds are gradually put away.

In the streets of the capital of Daliang, pedestrians rub shoulders one after another, shouting and shouting one after another, it is really lively.

But today, if you want to say that the most lively, it should be the pole building.

At this time, the sky is slightly bright, and the lobby on the first floor of the pole building is already overcrowded, and the visitors who come and go, regardless of whether they know each other or not, say hello to each other, ask for a good fortune, find a vacant seat to sit down, grab a handful of melon seeds and peanuts to cushion the stomach, and wait for the protagonist to appear.

It's just that in this bustle, there is a person who is out of place with the surroundings.

There were several wine jars in front of him, and his entire upper body was lying on the table, looking like he had been drunk all night, and he was sleeping soundly at this time, and the noise did not wake him up.

The shopkeeper carefully touched his arm and reminded, "Guest officer, it's morning." ”

The man didn't know if he was awake, but after humming, he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and put it on the table, and waved his hand gently.

The shopkeeper looked at the man with an embarrassed face, and said with a forced smile: "Guest officer, this is not a matter of money, this is the most famous Mr. Chen in the capital to tell the story of He Xianren's salvation, if you don't listen to the book, just go upstairs to the guest room, wouldn't it be more comfortable to go there to rest?"

Speaking of the words 'He Immortal saves the world', the shopkeeper accentuated his tone, as if deliberately reminding this person.

The man was probably impatient with the noise, perhaps disturbed by the words 'He Immortal Saves the World', he struggled to sit up, palms against his forehead, closed his eyes and did not speak.

A good delicate appearance, a pair of eyebrows like a sharp sword flying obliquely, there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, but there is also a lingering tiredness and sorrow.

The shopkeeper had seen it once last night, and he felt like a celestial, and now that he saw it again, the shock in his heart had not diminished at all, the legendary He Immortal, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that, the shopkeeper thought in his heart.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke: "What immortal saves the world?"

He sneered and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'll listen. The man asked the shopkeeper to bring a jar of wine, but this time he didn't drink in a big gulp, and he didn't drink it after pouring a bowl, but just sat there and listened to the old man on the stage speak impassionedly.

When he talked about He Xianren, a girl from another party, who went to the heavens and the sky alone to kill foreign enemies, even if the guest officers in the audience heard it a hundred times, they couldn't help but have red eyes, and some soft-minded women had already wiped their tears.

When he talked about Jiang Chuyi, a traitor in Sanzhou and five places, who attacked He Xianren behind his back, everyone who heard it clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, eager to go back to three thousand years ago and cut the traitor with a thousand knives.

Mr. Chen on the stage spoke wonderfully, but there was a really uninteresting person in the audience, so the people on the stage couldn't help but look at it a few more times, the corners of his eyebrows couldn't help but go up, and his voice was a little higher.

After the story was finished, Mr. Chen's mouth was dry, and he felt uncomfortable when he got off the stage, so he went around and entered through the front door and came to the man's table.

Some guests saw it and wanted to have a good talk with Mr. Chen, but they saw that Mr. Chen pressed his hand, which meant to persuade the other guests who came to do what to do.

The shopkeeper was busy around, and saw Mr. Chen sitting at the drunken table, how could the people who were eating on the rivers and lakes not understand the meaning, and there was also an evil fire at the moment, so he was going to wake up the guy who didn't know what to do.

"I didn't fall asleep. The man who was originally lying on the table slowly sat up straight, stretched out his hand and grabbed a bowl of wine, and asked Mr. Chen, "Do you want a bowl of wine?"

Mr. Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "When the old man was telling the story, he saw that the guest officer slept really comfortably, could it be that the old man talked about something that made the guest officer feel bored?"

The man picked up the wine bowl in one hand, took a sip and smiled, "What the old gentleman said is the most wonderful thing I have ever heard." ”

Mr. Chen was sitting precariously: "That's where the old man said wrong?"

The man smiled and shook his head, silent, obviously not wanting to say more.

Mr. Chen still didn't give up, leaned forward, and his voice was a little higher, "Dare to ask the guest officer's name?"

The man's drinking action obviously paused, was silent for a moment, slowly put the wine bowl on the table, raised his head slightly, and looked directly into Mr. Chen's eyes.

How do you describe those eyes?

Even Mr. Chen, who was full of poetry and books, couldn't find the right words.

Those eyes are like a clear stream, whether it is sadness or sorrow, all the flavors of life seem to flow on it, obviously it looks like it is only twenty-one years old, but it seems to have lived for thousands of years, indifferent.

The breeze was blowing, carrying a little snowflakes from the open door.

"Chen Anzhi!" The man's thin lips just opened, and with the wind came an angry shout.

The hall was silent, all attracted by this loud drink, the man sighed lightly, folded a thousand furrows between his eyebrows, skillfully raised his hands, turned to the gate of the pole building, and said helplessly: "Miss Mu, I didn't drink." ”

But I saw a girl with a long sword walking out of the gate of the pole building, about twenty-nine years old, three thousand green silk tied up high, a robe like snow embroidered silk around the graceful body, her face is not powdered, but the beauty is incredible, the white forehead is decorated with a small delicate red gem, a lock of beautiful hair flutters slightly, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal dust.

The reflection of this pole building seems to be falling from the sky, brightening.

It's just that at this time, this Mu girl is staring at a man with his hands raised.

"Miss Mu, you know, I listen to you. Chen Anzhi tried to quibble about something, but his confidence became less and less, and his raised hands slowly fell with the voice, and finally he had to sigh again, "Miss Mu, I was wrong, I won't dare next time." ”

This kind of behavior is like a child who has done something wrong, waiting for the reprimand of his mother, where is the unfathomable look just now.

Miss Mu was angry and funny when she saw Chen Anzhi's appearance, her expression softened a little, but she didn't spare him at all, "As soon as you recovered from your injuries, you ran here to drink, I think you really want to drink!"

Chen Anzhi naturally saw Miss Mu's thoughts, and hurriedly smiled: "Where and where, my life is saved by Miss Mu, if you don't let me die, I will never die!"

After a lot of scoundrel words, it seemed to pinch the lifeblood of this girl, Miss Mu's face was slightly red, and she whispered angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go back with me!"

Chen Anzhi got up suddenly, ran to Miss Mu in three or two steps, stood on the threshold of the pole building, turned around after a little thought, and said to the sluggish old man: "Mr. Chen, the stories that have been passed down for thousands of years have long since changed their flavor, who can tell who is right and who is wrong in the book?"

"Hey, Miss Mu, don't twist your ears!"

"I'll go by myself!"

"Guest, guest, you haven't settled the bill yet!" Seeing that the two were about to leave, the shopkeeper shouted and chased out.

But I saw Miss Mu's index finger and middle finger together, and there was an extra ingot of silver in her sleeve, and she flew straight towards the shopkeeper, as if she was supported by an invisible hand.

Mu Ruyi glanced at Chen An dissatisfied, turned over, and the long sword behind her back spun out of its sheath in the air, landing accurately on the soles of her feet.

A flash of white rainbow light pierced the sky and flew into the distance, startling the falling fine snow to rise and fall again.

There was a man in white at the bottom who chased after him, shouting as he ran: "Miss Mu, you wait for me!

All the guests in the pole building were dumbfounded, but Mr. Chen stopped talking, and finally couldn't help but not speak, and slowly recalled what the young man named Chen Anzhi said.

At this time, I don't know that the guest sighed as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if he felt sorry, "It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful person!"

"Alas, by the way, isn't that girl wearing the Taoist uniform of the Far Mountain Sect?"

"It seems to be. ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and then someone responded to the harmony: "Yuanshan Sect, Miss Mu! Could it be Mu Ruyi of the innate sword heart?"

"I heard that when Mu Ruyi was born, she was holding a ruby in her hand, don't you see that girl also has a forehead!"

"Immortals! We've finally met them!"