01

The words say:

Déjà vu, acquaintance is not. A flash in the pan is still in a dream. Long. The remnants of the soul are fluttering, and the bloody clothes are dancing wildly.

Hatred, grievances, grievances. Twilight goes to the color of the past. Sigh. The tears are red, and the cold wind is full of sadness.

But see:

Frozen clouds lightly stained the sky, and my heart was like a dream. The butterfly powder is lightly stained with flying snow, and the swallow mud fragrance provokes the dust of flowers.

The future is nowhere to be found, and the detention trip often reaches the end of the world. It can be stormy everywhere, and there are countless lonely flowers.

The cold wind dance will take off the snow and sprinkle it like goose feathers on the world. Snow, I don't know when it brought depression and desolation.

Wandering prodigal son at the end of the world, who is with you at this moment?

The wind outside the stack was blowing, and it was cold to the bone.

The wind in the stack is gentle and smooth, and it is as warm as spring.

But no matter what the temperature was, it was difficult to melt the frost on Liang Xiao's face, and he asked: "You just said that even the head of the Wuyue faction and the leader of Wudang Emei Mountain have also received the same letter?" Zhang Fuhu didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly promised: "Yes, yes, yes." Liang Xiao frowned and said: "Then in your opinion, will the Dao Elders and Immortals of several major sects also come to Luoyang to make a scene?" Zhang Fuhu smiled: "People are famous and decent, and they will not act rashly for this kind of unfounded thing, so as not to affect their identity and reputation." Liang Xiao asked, "Then you won't come?"

Zhang Fuhu thought for a moment, smacked his lips and said: "Not necessarily, after all, Luoyang belongs to the boundary of Songshan and Shaolin, and this strange thing is spreading in the rivers and lakes." At least Songshan and Shaolin should send disciples to investigate the matter secretly. ”

Liang Xiao laughed: "If that's the case, then on the way back, we will hand you over to the monk of Shaolin Temple by the way." Hou Liu clapped his hands and smiled: "Haha, hehe." Or Brother Scarface is doing things properly, this Shaolin outcast should be dealt with by the people of Shaolin Temple!" Zhang Fuhu was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, he changed color miserably, his mind was even more blank, and he almost fainted, of course he knew how the Shaolin Temple, which had strict rules, would deal with an outcast who did evil.

Exactly: the clear blue sky cannot be deceived, and the prophet has not been moved. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and it seems that it is too late.

Let's say that Liu Qing finally swept away the food in the dishes at this moment, and there was not even a drop of condiments left, and all of them were eaten. In fact, this is not a surprising thing for people who often walk around the rivers and lakes, because the prodigal son does not know where his next meal is, so they cherish food very much, and there is rarely waste.

I saw Liu Qing wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and touched his bulging belly again, and looked up to the sky and burped. After that, he stood up, hugged his fists, and said to Liang Xiao: "Brother Liang, thanks to the hospitality, I have been full of wine and food." Now that everything is over, this Shaolin outcast is pressed to Songshan by you, and the little brother is really relieved. The boy still has chores to deal with, so he will go first. The rivers and lakes are far away, and he will meet again one day. ”

All the dart masters returned the salute together, and Zheng Feng took the lead and said: "Brother is polite, even if this is the case, it is not good to invite the young man to sit in the dart game." If he arrives in Bianliang in the future, he must inform us, and it is convenient to do some landlord friendship. Cherish!" Liu Qing smiled back, and strode towards the hall door, not seeming to be interested in lingering for a moment.

"Hey, you stop!" The girl in white, who had not spoken for a long time, seemed very anxious at the moment, and listened to her: "Am I so displeased with you, as for you still unwilling to say a word to me and say goodbye to me?"

Liu Qing didn't have to look back, she knew that it was the girl who was speaking———— after all, not everyone can have such a sweet voice.

But seeing Liu Qing stop, he coughed lightly, and said helplessly: "The girl is serious." It's just that Xiaosheng knows that he is low, and he doesn't dare to climb high with Miss. The girl paused and said: "You ......" Tankou trembled slightly, his apricot eyes were round, and tears almost welled up in his eyes, and she said in her heart: "How can he be so ruthless?"

Liu Qing said with a smile: "Yang Kun's order, who in the world doesn't know?" turned his head to the window, stared at the auspicious clouds in the sky, and continued: "The neon clothes and the dancing flowers interpret the words, and the five clouds float and dew reflect the rainbow." The girl's name, Yang Caier is also ......" Yang Caier's heart fluttered, and her thoughts were full of thoughts: "It turns out that he knows me." "The powder face droops slightly, and a touch of blush floats on the flowery face, like a ripe apple in autumn, beautiful and delicious.

"There will be a period later. Liu Qing said suddenly: "The girl is precious." A word of farewell woke Yang Caier up, and Fang wanted to be sad, but thinking of his promise of "there will be a period later", he couldn't help but be secretly happy, his eyes flowed, and he said to Liu Qing: "There will be a period later...... You mean we'll see each other again, right?" Liu Qing hesitated, "Maybe...... Naturally, or not. ”

———— who can predict the rest of his life and influence the marriage of the world?

Yang Cai'er was a little lost, and couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?" Liu Qing didn't want to delay any longer, and responded directly: "Shangguan Mansion, Shangguan Jingnan." With that, he left without looking back. All the dart masters looked at each other, and they were all thinking: "What is he going to do in the Shangguan Mansion?"

Exactly: Don't ask after you, infinite things, don't say anything, I don't know where it is, the smoke and waves are far away, and the twilight clouds are heavy.

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to know what happens next, and let's see the next breakdown.

02

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, Luoyang Ancient Lane.

Night, night.

No stars, no moons.

Dark long alleys, deserted long streets.

In the dark alley, there is a dim light swaying in the cold wind. In the dim light sat a scrawny old man, silently drinking liquor in the middle of the night. He has been guarding this stall for twenty years, and he has to get up very early every day, buy some cheap vegetables and meat slices in the early morning market, and make some snacks that everyone can buy, and be busy from early morning until late at night, eating and sleeping in the open air, and repeating the cycle, only in this way can he barely make ends meet.

The daily life of the elderly is like this, single and boring, lonely and poor, lonely and helpless. His cloudy eyes were filled with countless sorrows and confusions, and under the dim light, his face, which was already carved with wind and frost, looked even more old and haggard, and every wrinkle seemed to be a story; of course, the old man had experienced the impermanence of the world and tasted the sorrows of life. There was no joy in his life at all, and it was only after a little drink every night that he slowly fell asleep that he could find that world of his own...... There, there is no heat and coldness of the world, no poverty and loneliness, only warmth and calm.

This time of day is his happiest moment, and this time of day is his only solace and satisfaction.

But at this time, the old man was squinting at the only customer in the shop———— the young man who was already drunk on the table.

In the damp and gloomy corner, there is a moldy table and chair, and on the already messy tabletop, there are now a few braised eggs and leftover duck heads, and two large jars of inferior soju are like the eyes of a monster, as if they are devouring the soul of life.

The boy had been drunk for three days, and even he himself probably didn't know how much he had drunk. He only remembered that if he wanted to get drunk, he had to get drunk———— could he only find that world of his own in his dreams?

The old man looked at him sympathetically for a long time before he let out a sigh. Because the old man has long understood that a person who is intoxicated with alcohol must have his sad past, while a sad person is often an amorous person.

———— is it true that only people who are equally sad can understand and understand each other?

Maybe everyone has a secret in their heart, and they all have an unforgettable, helpless sad past. People are eager to get rid of this pain, hoping to jump out of the cage of memory and break free from the shackles of fate———— and those who are passionate and sexually affectionate are even more so, so they indulge in drinking and singing, drunk and dreaming of death, trying to use spirits to consume their own Shaohua, and even ignoring the world's eyes, imitating Ruan's rampant and dreaming waves, it is nothing more than to find a temporary numbness and escape, and temporarily forget this unbearable pain and sorrow.

Of course, they know that getting drunk will never solve the problem, and people who are drunk will eventually wake up, and the pain of facing reality when they are awake is undoubtedly more intense. But they have no choice, even for the sake of this fleeting solace and forgetting, and they are willing to do it.

The world laughs at them as fools, madmen, and cowards who only run away from reality. But only those who really know them understand that they are not.

They are nothing more than "infatuated" people. "Idiot" is not ridiculous, because only the most affectionate and affectionate people can truly understand the loneliness and bitterness given by this word, and can truly understand the helplessness and bitterness behind this word. Only "idiot" people can reach the highest level of understanding a thing and a field———— and the same is true of martial arts. If you don't understand, it matters, just because you're not that kind of person.

However, the vicissitudes of life are inevitable, life is inevitably desolate, and unsatisfactory things are nine out of ten. When people live, there will be suffering, and this is something that no one can avoid. I think if you can remember this sentence, maybe you will live a stronger and happier life. Because you will gradually find that only a person who lives in sobriety and reality, can endure pain, face setbacks, and actively solve problems, his life is meaningful, and his personality is worthy of respect, while those who run away from difficulties and even try to give up their lives, no matter what their reasons are, are stupid and will always be looked down upon by others. Therefore, no matter what kind of hardships you are going through now, and what kind of frustration you are enduring now, I hope you can pick up the courage, stand up strongly, and walk on, believing that one day, the sun can shine through the darkness and bring hope.

The flickering candle lights are still swaying, like a rootless prodigal son, drifting in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes. The old man still looked at the young man again, stunned. Of course, he hoped that the boy would never leave, because it was more interesting for two people to drink than for one.

———— isn't it a blessing to have someone to keep you company?

But the only thing that accompanied the boy was a sword on the table and a broken sword with a sheath.

The sky gradually brightened, and when the first rays of the morning sun penetrated into the shop, Liu Qing finally woke up and slapped his drowsy forehead.

————Why did he torture himself so much? He was such an open-minded and casual person, what was it that puzzled him?

What is ———— what he can't let go, what he longs for liberation, what he desperately seeks?

Liu Qing searched all over his body before finding a trivial ingot of silver and delivering it to the old man. Liu Qing has no stable income, so he has always been very poor, and it is difficult for him to have the opportunity to drink.

Life is never easy, and there is no reason in this world to get something for nothing, and there is no way to always rely on cleverness and opportunism to make profits. So, if you want to gain fame, wealth, and success, you have to rely on your hard work and hard work to get it.

On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the sun is shining.

After leaving the shop, turning an alley, and crossing a field road, Liu Qing stepped on a relatively prosperous long street. Liu Qing walked along, and when he met people, he inquired about the whereabouts of Shangguan's mansion, and all the passers-by who were asked replied with a smile: "You don't know the mansion of Lord Shangguan? ”

Liu Qing turned south according to the instructions of the pedestrians, and hurried slowly and methodically. Along the way, Liu Qing noticed that there were more and more outsiders in Luoyang City, not wanderers returning home, but heroes with swords and swords.

———— did their arrival have anything to do with the letter?

Talk about it. After a few days of journey, Liu Qing finally came to the foot of Wan'an Mountain. The time is approaching, and the people under the mountain have already turned off the lights and gone to bed, immersed in the sweetness and warmth of sleep. But seeing the darkness filling the sky, only silence survived in the midst of all the sounds. A curved first quarter moon hung diagonally in the sky, glowing faintly like a firefly. It's a pity that the only remaining scorching light and brightness are gradually swallowed up by the dark clouds.

If someone has bad intentions and unpredictable intentions, how can they miss this unique and superior condition? In other words, why did Liu Qing go to Shangguan's Mansion? What awaits him on the road ahead?

Precisely:

The fog obstruction cloud screen is lost in the evening, and the lights are shining at night; Luo Ji is not warm and half a night, and the pillow has not yet slept.

Searching for the results of the Mystic Dharma, Prajnaparamita, warmth and coldness are at ease in people's hearts, and nothing else is unspeakable.

Ladies and gentlemen, you want to know what will happen next, and look at the next explanation.