At night, the night dew is cold, and the moonlight is separated.

Wang Zhiran sat upright, but after a few cups back and forth, the old man's pale face was already a little more drunk. He raised his glass frequently, looking happy.

The young man sat upright, not only to pay attention to the depressed little girl at all times, but also to raise a glass to thank the master for his kindness. Although the wine in the cup was almost ready to swing out, the young man was all shallow and obviously not very interested in the drink. Except for the old man who handed the wine glass to him, the young man would raise the glass a few times, but as for the rest, the young man did not pay much attention to it.

"This time, thanks to Brother Li's rescue, I was able to get away with it. Fei Jun stood up, his slender fingers picked up the porcelain white wine glass and drank it all.

The wine ripples, like moonlight.

"Little brother, the old man also acknowledges your life-saving grace, and he pays tribute to the things in this cup. "Led by him

How could Wang Zhiran, a confidant, not understand Lord Fei's mind at this moment, he also got up and drank it all.

The wine is the best local shochu in Hengzhou, and the cup is a set of wine glasses sent by the youngest daughter in Shouchun, which is the so-called glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine, and the wine is sad several times. The old man shook his bright wine glass, and drank with the red candles in the house.

The wine is warm and easy to touch. The old man's pale face turned red.

Staggered, you come and go. It's steaming, and the guests and hosts are happy.

The young man did not understand the rules and knowledge of the family, and he did not know anything about the shallow or deep business knowledge on the table. It's just that when they are staggered, the teenager will occasionally raise his glass to signal, and he doesn't pay much attention to other toasts and punishments. In this way, after a few laps, the down-and-out scholar Pan Zhijun was drunk, and his figure was almost attached to the table.

"Childe, as the saying goes, wine is sad, and lovesickness becomes a disease. It is appropriate to stop tasting it, and you must not drink a glass of water, otherwise you will be sick and useless. Grabbing the man's wrist with his thin fingers, he snatched the wine glass he was about to put to his lips in his hand and placed it lightly on the table.

Wang Zhiran stroked his white beard, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"That's right! Meeting is fate, not to mention that the two of them are in danger and suffer life and death together, which can already be regarded as a meeting in Pingshui. Since there is already affection for each other, we should cherish this good relationship. The old man held on to the table and chair with one hand, and took the flask with the other.

"Mr. Wang is going to be the matchmaker today?" Fei Jun chuckled.

"Of course, who doesn't know that I, Wang Zhiran, like to watch the good fate in the world can be expressed, and the beauties in the world are in pairs. The old man didn't go back and forth. Her delicate little face was almost down to her waist, and she didn't dare to answer again.

Pan Zhijun has been displaced several times, and he has left home at a young age, and he has already seen a lot of joys and sorrows in the world, and his mood is naturally particularly tenacious compared to ordinary people. At this time, listening to the words of the old man who was not drunk, Rao is man who behaved smoothly had to lower his head and whisper.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes are flying, and her small face is full of spring.

The old man laughed.

Wine over thirty years, eat five flavors. Later, the two men who drank a lot of alcohol were actually slurred and gradually sluggish. When the young man's greasy little face looked up, he saw only a picture of extreme harmony.

Fei Jun put one hand on the old man's shoulder, and the old man grabbed the delicate wine glass with one hand.

Everybody's happy.

But the warm scene at this moment is inevitably a little unpleasant in the eyes of the little girl.

A few months ago, he resolutely stepped on the beauty horse, and only drew his sword to be the rivers and lakes, and looked back as a passerby. But at this time, the father waved his hand and smiled, and the mother's language was silent and reluctant. Those scenes that I thought I had deliberately forgotten were like rolling water, trickling down on the paper. Even if she didn't drink the wine, the little girl was already on her mind, and she was almost drunk.

At that time, the man who had always laughed just said that the girl of our Zhao family had finally grown up, and now she had to learn from her when she was young, and she really deserved to be my Zhao Hengtong's daughter. But she rode away from the figure, but she didn't see the man standing from the noon sun to the top of the moon.

The moon is crooked, and the ground is full of frost. Unconsciously, the night was dark, only a bright moon hung alone on the sky, and Zhao Qingrou struggled to disperse.

"Mr. Wang, Fei will come back in the future. The laughing man squinted his eyes like babbling. Only the green clothes hanging on his shoulders swayed and swayed, as if they were dancing with the bleak moonlight.

Pan Zhijun, a down-and-out scholar who is also good at wine, is also full of red light, and his wine is soaring. He shook his body, stumbled and stood up, his body was powerless to fall after all, but his drunken face was impartially placed in front of Cuicui's eyes.

The man whispered in a low voice, constantly calling the word "Cui".

It's night, the red candle is fluttering, half hidden and half caged.

The lights went out during the banquet, and the laughter and laughter were gone, and the hall was lively. The young man who had been helped to the guest room by the maids and servants of the house had been helped to rest in the guest room as early as when the banquet was dispersed, but he was not very sleepy, and after tossing and turning a few times, he still couldn't hide his sleeves and sleep peacefully. The boy had to get dressed and get up, groped his way to the table, and lit the red candle in the room.

The palace is the home of poetry, books, and music, not to mention the collection of thousands of books, and the owner also put a few books in each guest room, and the young man was bored and picked up a book to read carefully.

There is not much text in the book, and there are many pictures of flowers, birds and animals. But a few times back and forth, the boy's outstretched fingers have been reading back and forth.

"There are more than 10,000 rare places in this world, and although an ordinary reading book can understand one end of it, it is just a cloud of people after all. The young man looked carefully at the scenery in the book, or saw the mountains and rocks standing, and the mountains and rocks were standing tall, or he saw the flowers and plants with a light stroke. Although it is a rare thing in the world, the young man who has experienced the rarity of monsters is not too surprised. On the contrary, I feel that these books are very suitable for dissipating worries in this lonely and boring night. The boy watched with relish in the dim lamp and candle.

The leaves rustled, and the occasional falling yellow leaf swirled down from the trees, clinging to the window, adding a little more mottled to the already dim room. The night was silent, and it was boring, but it went back and forth twice, and the young man with excellent mental and physical strength was also a little sleepy. He climbed into bed with his hands and feet, tossing and turning, no matter how restless he slept anyway. For some reason, Zhao Qingrou's crying little face always lingers in her heart and lingers. Even he faintly felt in his heart that the two people with many different identities and family backgrounds were so close at that moment. There is no disobedience.

"Zhao Qingrou!" The young man grabbed the quilt with one hand and was about to open it to find the girl, but before his footsteps touched the ground, he was finally retracted by the young man. After going back and forth like this a few times, the young man who didn't hide his worries still pressed his eagerness in his heart, and tightened on the bed, his voice was slight.

The night was getting dark, until the already dim moonlight was no longer bright, and the young man's body could not sleep peacefully after moving and tossing for a long time. He couldn't help but think of the girl's frowning eyebrows and looking lonely, and finally mustered up the courage to get dressed and get up.

The palace is surrounded by many winds, and a county is famous. The boy gently pushed open the closed door and looked out at the silent corridor. When it was certain that no one was passing by, the young man's emaciated body walked out of the door, passed through the vermilion lacquer slanted railing, passed the strange stone slanted, and jumped over the flower and plant nursery. The young man's shallow heart was full of sorrow at this time, how to get rid of it.

Li Zhiyu was speechless, and his tentacles were cold.

Zhao Qingrou was taken to another house by the maid in the house, pulled the newly laid quilt, and pulled it from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. Her slender fingers stroked the tips of her hair and brows over and over again, just like caressing the difficult mountains and rivers she had walked through in the past few months, and the stars and hills she had walked through.

"These days, I don't know if Shouchun is also full of autumn winds, and the city is cold. The girl tossed and turned, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The boy stood in front of the railing for a long time, reluctant to get up. When the moonlight was full and there was no light, the young man raised his head consciously and sighed deeply.

"The autumn moon is melting, and it is full of people. The boy moved quietly, pacing slowly. When his eyes gradually opened up, his ghostly footsteps finally went around to Zhao Qingrou's door.

The backyard of the palace, although there are a lot of twists. But the terrain is much higher than the front yard, and the house where Zhao Qingrou lives at this time is undoubtedly the highest place, and it was also given the elegant name of Tingfeng Lou by Miss Wang.

The door is half-new, and it has obviously been a long time. It's just that the door is not decorated with paint, and at this time, it looks a little more quiet under the moonlight, which is different from other realms. The room was dark and dreary, except for the occasional barking of dogs from afar, but nothing else was heard.

"Zhao Qingrou......" The young man lowered his voice, and the three words he was accustomed to almost blurted out. Without waiting for his outstretched fingers to clasp the door, the young man lowered his head gloomily, turned around and walked back.

He walked and walked, pacing slowly. After walking only four or five paces, the boy suddenly turned around again and looked at the dim realm.

The night was dark and silent.

At this time, Zhao Qingrou, who was tossing and turning in the room, grabbed the brand-new quilt and was full of green silk. Her delicate body kept turning back and forth, and the newly laid flat sheets under her body had already been pushed back and forth countless times by the girl's stretched feet. provoked a cool breeze to drill in, and there was a chill all over the body.

The girl tossed and turned, folds layer by layer, she just silently recited the word sleep in her heart, but she didn't know whether it was the bleak moonlight outside the window that was hazy, making people sleep unsteadily; I had to keep my eyes wide open and reminisce about the warmth of the past in my heart over and over again.

Zhang Xulu walked halfway, and saw that there were few people around, so he became more and more cautious, but he was still shocked by this sudden scene.

"Who are you?" asked Zhang Xu in a scolding voice.

The man ignored it, as fast as a long wind, and when there was a feeling of knife cutting on Zhang Xu's face, he knew that the man had arrived in front of him. However, it was too late to come back to his senses, and Junxiu's face still dripped strings of blood.

Wang Lin raised his hand quickly, as fast as the wind, but in a moment's effort, in the blink of an eye, the man's flying sleeves had already cut through the dim sky, and the knife went straight in, facing his heart.

Zhang Xu didn't think much about it, he had been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he subconsciously drew an extremely delicate arc with the long sword under his hand, which instantly came into contact with the flying bench, and there was a bang.

The energy was agitated, and countless dust was blown up.

The man passed the way, although he did not hit Zhang Xu hard, nor was he ashamed, but glanced at the handsome man in front of him with interest.

"There are two hands" Wang Lin nodded and chuckled, as if he was willing to Zhang Xu's quite good skills.

Zhang Xu looked indifferent and scoffed. It's just that his left hand holding the sword quietly became his right hand holding the sword.

"This person?" the cold wind blew through the ground, and everything in front of him was still unpredictable and unpredictable.

"Then how about I ask Gongzi to try my trick again?" Wang Lin raised his eyebrows lightly, and the unpredictable figure rushed out quickly, and before Zhang Xu could ponder, the elusive figure was already standing in front of Zhang Xu again.

The bench in the man's hand had been destroyed by collision with Zhang Xu, and there was no other weapon in his hand at this moment. He did not retreat but advanced, and he could take two steps, before Zhang Xu could resist reacting, Wang Lin waved his hand back and forth, and he had already pushed away Zhang Xu's light and tricky sword, and broke the momentum. He lifted his foot and gave Zhang Xu a solid knee.

Wow, the long sword in Zhang Xu's hand swung diagonally, and before it touched the smiling and arrogant man, Zhang Xu's slender body quickly took a few steps back, and the slightest blood had already flowed down the corners of his mouth to his white clothes.

"You?" Zhang Xu narrowed his eyes, the blade of the sword folded back, and he propped up his body to look at the man with an indifferent smile on his face.

"I, I, I, I, Wang Lin grinned and joked.

In the market, the man in white also carried a long sword, and the man in white reached out and squeezed the wine glass, shaking it slowly. I don't know if it's because of the unpredictable things in my heart, or if the man is thoughtful, the wine glass that has reached his mouth was put down by the man lightly and lit next to the corner of the table.

"Senior Brother Zhang, when you arrive at the Netherworld, don't blame you for being stingy as a junior brother, and don't come to give you a ride in person. It's you, Senior Brother Zhang, who stand in my way. His slender fingers picked up the glass again and spilled it at his feet.

Outside the palace, as early as Zhang Xu galloped away, Luo Yu and the others who were waiting outside the palace had already left. Although he couldn't catch up with the horses due to his foot strength, he followed Zhang Xu for a long time and roughly knew the way.

Yang Zhiqiang joined the army and did the work of licking blood from the knife edge. Not to mention martial arts, he has been at the bottom of the army for a long time, and he has his own knowledge of all kinds of life in the world. At this time, watching Zhang Xu gallop away, although he was unclear in his heart, he could also deduce a thing or two by virtue of his intuition in the ranks. After saying goodbye to Luoyu Alley, Yang Zhiqiang also stepped on his horse and rushed to the boundary where the sect was located.

Hyakjutsudo Hall is located in the west of the city. As early as thirty years ago, it was a first-class martial arts school in Hengzhou Town. Now the famous Feng Baiji was a boxing practice in the Hundred Hands Hall at that time. Later, thanks to Feng Baiji's diligent study and hard practice, study in the morning and evening, and his own qualifications, the man who was not yet young had already learned a good martial arts, and he also made a name for himself in the Hengzhou realm. It was only later that Zhang Xingjian vigorously promoted the new law, and used temples to collect more heroes from the rivers and lakes to serve in the army.

And Feng Baiji adhered to the training of the division commander and did not join the army like those local heroes, so he escaped the bloody battle between the two armies. On the contrary, he cultivated and lived in seclusion between the acres of farming, coming and going, and the martial arts were getting wider and wider. Not only has it broken through the second-grade cultivation in less than a year, but it is also a slight gain from the Taoist Confucian method of self-cultivation.

The old man's hair was fluttering, but his body was still quite tough. Although he has reached the age of ear shun, his straight back has never bent down. It's just that when the apprentice Zhang Xu broke through the realm of the second grade, the old man who had always been smiling liked to lean against the corner of the table door to support his head and secretly worry.