Li Zhiyu was silent and stood at the door. Looking back left and right, there is no voice. Although there is a desire to retreat, when this scene is not able to move in any way. In those years, snow covered the mountains and rivers, and fog covered the ridges. When the emaciated young man resisted the small bookcase with his thin shoulders, and walked alone on the sparsely populated mountain and river paths, he had not flinched in his heart and stepped backwards. Although a thousand words are pressed in my heart, I can't spit it out.

At that time, the boy, who was still only six or seven years old, was silent and not very active among his classmates. But only the boy himself knows how strong and indescribable the loneliness in his heart is when he looks at his classmates who jump out after school. Naturally, no one knows these thoughts, just like the birds and insects that have been heard countless times in those years.

"Zhao Qingrou, in fact, I want to ......" The young man lowered his head, and pinched the corners of his crumpled clothes with both hands, inadvertently almost twisting the corners of his clothes that were originally straight into a ball.

The little girl meditated and thought about the past, but at this time, how could she have the heart to keep others. She just lowered her head, leaning against the vermilion lacquer door and recalling the past, spring and summer scenery.

The young man stood alone, his lips trembled, his eyebrows lowered, and his bright eyes finally raised for a moment, but before he could touch the girl's gaze, it was like the ice and snow in winter touching the warm sun in summer, and it was no longer in its original state in an instant.

Although the young man had his intentions, he could bow his head and lower his eyebrows, and the gesture of wanting to vomit but not vomiting between his expressions had already appeared in front of the girl.

"Li Zhiyu, ...... you" The little girl looked at the young man for a moment, and saw that he was still with his head lowered, his posture low, and he was squeezing the corners of his clothes.

The little girl smiled and covered her mouth, and before she knew it, she had the melancholy in her heart and swept away at this time, and she was no longer in her original state.

"I can't imagine that Li Gongzi, who usually abides by virtue and morality with poetry and book etiquette, will also make such a gesture, and he will forget what Mr. said about not hurrying and walking leisurely. The little girl curled the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but make fun of the boy.

The cold wind surrounds the window, and the afterimage passes through the beam. The young man who had stood for a long time was sad and sad, listened and thought, and listened to Zhao Qingrou's joking words between heaven and man, Rao was smart and smart, and he couldn't help scratching his cheeks, thinking left and right but couldn't answer.

"Sir didn't teach me that. The boy muttered in a low voice, scratching his head frequently.

"Fool!" Zhao Qingrou saw that he couldn't make sense, and couldn't help but hit this shy young man. Just after she drank softly, she didn't know that the melancholy that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time had gradually decreased, and there was a little warmth on her little face.

The young man has been blown by the cold wind for a long time, and his uncertain mind is slowly returning to one place at this time. Just as the boy clenched his fists again, shaking his head and about to spit out the words that he had been contemplating for a long time. At the other end of the corridor, several girls in long dresses of various colors gradually walked to the front of the warm pavilion.

"Sister, is that Li Gongzi really here?" Some timid voices came from between the walls, and there were bursts of aftermath in the deep corridor.

"Can't be wrong!" replied softly in the same woman's voice, with a look of determination in her tone. It seems that you can tell without looking.

"Be quiet, if Mr. knows, it will be unforgivable for us to do such voyeurism today. The girl in the middle frowned, and her steps were a little hesitant unconsciously.

The woman in red stepped lightly, walking and stopping, but in a moment, the formation of the three of them walking in unison turned into two women walking ahead, and the tallest woman in red gradually fell behind.

The two people in front of them said when they left, smiling again and again. After walking a little distance back and forth again, the woman named Purple Kite said softly: "Hmm, why is it silent after walking, is it that Sister Luoxia was lost halfway through the walk, and was lost by the lonely ghost?"

The woman next to her didn't care and shrugged her shoulders slightly. Either afraid that her efforts to encourage others to come together would be nullified, or that she would not be able to see the peerless swordsman who spoke outright in the market, she couldn't allow the weaker girl next to her to ask questions again, so she grabbed Liu Wu's slender wrist and strode forward, ramping through. Unexpectedly, just after bypassing the turning corridor in front of him, he bumped into the figure who was about to vomit and was speechless.

"What's the matter?" the young man was in a low mood, and he couldn't vomit, and a little frustration gradually appeared in his heart. He clenched his sweaty fist, and was about to pour out, but unexpectedly, the sky was unpredictable, and human life was difficult to disobey, and the figure that rushed out of the catkins just happened to crash into the young man with a red face at this time.

With a shout, the boy's upright body slammed into the corridor in the distance. At this time, Zhao Qingrou, who was thinking quietly, had to wake up from her low mood, and turned to look at the girl who appeared next to the young man at some point.

Zhang Xu suffered an unwarranted disaster, and his skills were much inferior to the king Lin, no matter how unwilling he was, he still couldn't resist the tragic situation of gradually falling down. At this time, one of his arms was covered with blood, and half of his sleeve had been torn apart by Wang Lin's abundant qi, so he could only hide aside and regain his mind, wheezing and waiting for help.

"I didn't expect that I, Zhang Xu, have always thought that I am an uneven sword, which can cut the rise and fall of the world. But in the end, he turned around here and buried himself in the quiet alley, which is ridiculous. The man's blood-soaked fingers gripped the severed, broken blade of the sword, and his heart was bitter.

Wang Lin walked slowly, and he was not in a hurry to take Zhang Xu's life. He walked and stopped, until he decided that the person in front of him had no chance to make a move, and then the man stepped on the broken bench and smiled at the man who still had a bit of struggle in his eyes.

"Zhang Xu, yes, my Wang can also be said to be a chivalrous man in Hengzhou Town and even in Longhai County. But today, you, a martial artist who has just reached the second-grade realm, can fight with me for so long, Rao is Wang is ruthless and murderous, and I have to say that this kid of yours is indeed a rare martial arts embryo. One day, with its own potential and the opportunity of heaven and earth, maybe it can break through a product and reach the realm of heaven and earth coexistence. It's just that the sword is folded here today, it's a pity!" The man sighed in a low voice, shook his head, and even the green silk on his forehead continued to shake left and right with the man's swinging head.

Zhang Xu watched coldly and ignored him. Lying on the side to collect his breath, the more he reached such a time, the more calm and self-contained his mind became, and he was on the verge of closing in one place.

"Mr. Wang doesn't need him to say, Zhang's skills are not as good as others today, and he can only say that he admits defeat when he is in this desperate situation. I only hope that Mr. can write a letter to the master and Mr. when the sword blade crosses Zhang's throat, saying that Zhang Xu is not filial and cannot fulfill his filial piety in front of the hall, and it is a pity that the two old people with white hair send black haired people. The blood at the corner of Zhang Xu's mouth flowed slowly, adding a touch of sadness in the lonely night.

"Hmph, when death is on the verge of death, he is still acting like a loyal minister and a filial son, not empty and pitiful. Expecting Lao Tzu to be soft-hearted and let you live is not a pipe dream. Wang Lin smiled coldly, his long eyes were cold, and before Zhang Xu could speak again, a finger-wide delicate knife appeared in the man's hand, revealing the cuffs, and slashed straight at Zhang Xu's heart.

Yang Zhiqiang had already chased after Zhang Xu as soon as he galloped out, although he could not follow the horses due to the strength of his feet, but halfway through, the clever and clever man saw that he had no way to find a way, and thought that he would turn halfway and find another place to help. At that moment, he took the ramp and walked quickly towards the place where the division was located. Although it is getting farther and farther away from Zhang Xu, it is getting closer and closer to the wind and hundreds of episodes.

In the Hundred Hands Hall, a bearded man was kneeling in front of a half-burned candle flame, hanging his head and chanting words. It looks like a child who has done something wrong and is being punished by his husband. Dong Dong stepped down, and the man with sweat on his face couldn't tolerate too much, so he stepped by, and looked anxiously at the man with a serious look.

"Senior brother!" the man shouted in surprise, and after seeing Yang Zhiqiang, a crystal light in his dim eyes froze on Yang Zhiqiang. But before the bitterness in his heart could be spit out, Yang Zhiqiang, who looked anxious, floated by, and he couldn't get it in an instant.

"I knew that the senior brother had this strange temper, and I hoped that he could deal with it after a little discussion with the master, but I didn't expect the senior brother to also have such an unsightly ghost temper. The man said angrily, just scolding Yang Zhiqiang for being stingy.

At the back of the hall, an old man dressed in white pinched his tired eyes, staring at the erratic lights in front of him, stunned. From time to time, a slight lamentation would come from the old man's throat, but it would be mixed with the flickering candle flame, and gradually turn into a faint hairspring.

"Now there are many disciples in the hall, and it stands to reason that the old man has fulfilled the ancestral teachings of the vast lintel, and he can die without regrets. But now only Xu Er is a disciple who has won my heart, and he has both martial arts and strategies, so he is really the best candidate to inherit the mantle of the old man. But Xu Er is pure and good by nature, and treats people with humility first, and the world is becoming more and more turbid, which is also a worry. The old man sighed and praised and worried, and when he arrived, the old man's old face was full of wrinkles, and his white hair was stained on his forehead.

Yang Zhiqiang stepped in, only caring about walking quickly, but in an instant, his anxious figure had already passed through the corridor and walked to the old man's desk.

"Zhiqiang, why is this?" the old man opened his tired eyes and looked at the man in front of him, who could already be called anxious.

Yang Zhiqiang panted like a cow, and his words poured out in an instant.

"Master, Senior Brother Zhang just came out quickly, and he has a fixed eye. Zhiqiang looked anxious when he saw his senior brother, but he was afraid that something else would happen, so he hurried back to meet the master and asked the master to come up with a plan. Yang Zhiqiang half swallowed and half vomited, and finally expressed his intention.

The old man twisted his hanging white hair with one hand, and propped up the cracked table in front of him with the other, and was silent. It wasn't until Yang Zhiqiang wanted to speak again that the old man picked up a turquoise scabbard hanging next to the table with his oblique hand, and swept out of the table with his feet.

There were two rustling sounds, and between the opening and closing of the window, there was no trace of the old man in the square inch house.

"Master!" Yang Zhiqiang came to his senses and looked at the open windowsill in a daze. Although the man did not speak, his gaze looking out of the window undoubtedly revealed the deep longing hidden in his heart.

The old man strode wildly, walking like flying, roaring forward. A moment after the old man left, a drunken man touched the railing outside the house and walked slowly. The man was upside down, his face flushed. However, after shaking two steps like this, his slender figure fell towards the beams and pillars outside the main entrance, and if it weren't for the sudden flash of a figure in front of him, the spotless white clothes on the man's body would have been covered with frost and dust.

"Senior Brother Qingshuang?" the person who came lowered his voice and shouted softly, straightening Qingshuang's body. When he was about to ask why he was drunk, after looking at the little frost shooting out of Qingshuang's eyes, the man, who was a little older than him, couldn't help but shiver lightly and didn't dare to say anything more.

The handsome man nodded lightly and walked again.

The man was obviously warm-hearted, watching Qingshuang staggering away, he moved forward and backwards, but after a few steps, he walked to Qingshuang's side and said angrily: "Master is really, let me kneel in front of the hall, but I listened to the good news of Senior Brother Zhang's return and walked out quickly, it was really a little eccentric." ”

He tilted his head, visibly angry. It was originally to vent the dissatisfaction in the heart, but the speaker had no intention, and the listener had a heart. The simple-minded Qian Tao just talked about his anger by himself, but in the ears of Qingshuang, who was covered with thick frost, this fluttering word was like thousands of thunderbolts pressing the boundary, blowing his heart that was already full of spring breeze was full of sores, and the mountain rain was like autumn.

The shadow of the young girl sneaked away, leaving the dark corridor alone.

"Purple kite?" The girl asked Jiao Qiao, but no one answered in front of her except the drowsy darkness. She took two steps forward again, trying to call the two girls in front of her, but there was still no voice when she asked, how could there be a sound.

"Hmph, see I don't tell the master. The girl held the drowsy lantern in one hand and groped forward again.

There was no one to answer here, but the other end was now gradually becoming a little noisy.

"You are Li Gongzi, who fought on the street, repelled two fierce bandits with the strength of one person, and saved the master's life. The purple kite stared at a pair of apricot eyes and looked at the young man's stunned little face.

The young man's mind was full of twists, and after relieving the tension and complexity at the beginning, he suddenly became a little lonely and embarrassed. Looking at the girl with crystal in his eyes in front of him, his flickering gaze became a little blurry and unspeakable.

Li Zhiyu stretched out one hand back, wrapped around the green silk hanging from his forehead, and looked ashamed, how can he speak of it.

Zhao Qingrou's eyes were hurt, and there was something wrong with her in every way. Thinking that he has a long road ahead and the wind and rain are difficult, his originally dim eyes are even darker. looked straight at the toes and thought about the shallow things in my heart.

"Sister Purple Kite, you see that you have caused a big trouble again, if the son blames, then sister, you have the liberty to come here, if the master knows, I am afraid it will become more and more difficult to accept. The woman in Tsing Yi turned her head to Langcui, and her star eyes revealed a hint of cunning. She took small steps and stood right in front of the purple kite, who also had a smile on her face.

"This son, don't listen to her nonsense, I don't mean it, but in the deep dew of the night, the autumn frost is like snow, and the feet are slippery, and I hope the son will forgive!" But at this time, the smile on her delicate little face was enough to show that her heart was completely different. But when the little touch of the young man's sad little face at this time, the corners of the little girl's eyes and eyebrows will quietly wrinkle, pretending to be melancholy.

It's hard to tell the real from the fake. As a young man in the case, he is even more dumb and eats coptis, and he can't tell if he has bitterness. Obviously, it took a thousand words to raise his eyebrows, and he was so stirred up by these two uninvited guests, his first sorrow had been blocked, and the opportunity had been lost, and he couldn't say those words that he had sighed for a long time at this time.

The young man will vomit or not, and he can't say what the bitter water is. In addition, the young man who was already depressed and a little anxious was not very happy at this time.

"You, you ......" The young man touched the door wall with one hand and blocked the gloomy little girl with the other.

What the hell is this, why every time I want to say comforting words, it will happen for my own or external reasons, is it really the zodiac today, the bad luck is not passed, the autumn wind does not come, and the winter snow falls.

The boy stretched out his hand and touched his head, only to smirk to excuse himself.

But there is a depressed girl in her heart, and some words are indescribable, and some crying and laughing are not a taste. Her eyes were lowered, and she looked at her toes in a daze, thinking about the shallow thoughts in her heart.

The teenager was embarrassed and difficult to express. Several people were silent fighting, and before everyone could speak again, Zhao Qingrou covered the door with one hand and said softly: "The night is heavy, I have been playing for a long time, I have been sleepy, and I hope the two sisters will forgive." ”

The little girl didn't wait for anyone to react, and slammed the door shut.

The gates are closed, and the wind and rain are not transparent.

"Zhao Qingrou, Zhao Qingrou ......" The young man shouted quickly, and hurriedly stretched out his finger to knock on the door, but for such a long time, the closed door did not make the slightest sound, just like the young man at this moment, the mountain rain was floating and everywhere.

Knock knock! No one asked.

Time passed quietly. As early as when the boy knocked on the door, the two girls who knew that they had caused trouble had already retreated, and were about to sneak away when the boy knocked on the door urgently and no one asked, but before they reached the front of the corridor, another girl with broken steps carried a big red lantern had arrived in front of the corridor.