Wang Lin was arrogant and raised his hand Kunlun. Regardless of the distance of the comer, it is common for the man to rely on his intuition for many years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, and to surprise the enemy plane. And at this time, his rapid pace perfectly embodies the man's standard. If you don't shoot, it's enough, and if you shoot, the sky will bloom, and the thunder will be bright and thunderous, which can shake Kunlun.

"Since you dare to lurk here to watch this good show of the overturning of the teacher, why bother sneaking, the corner of the wall smiled gloomily. It's better to show up and watch, wouldn't it be nice to express your feelings aloud in front of people. Wang Lin raised his eyebrows, and two playful smiles flashed in his eyes hidden in the night.

Qingshuang's chest rose and fell, and the drum thundered. When I first heard it, I thought that this famous assassin was deliberately making things difficult, but I just ignored it. But in an instant, the man's undulating thoughts were pulled back to reality by the rapid whistling behind him.

"What the fuck is this? Does the guest whom Lao Tzu paid for want to bite me with his backhand?" Qingshuang's face hesitated, and the thoughts in his heart returned in an instant, rushing like a long wave against the water, and there was hesitation and fear on his face.

Unexpectedly, before he could make up his mind, Wang Lin's wild roaring footsteps had already jumped straight past the realm where the old man's body had pressed him, bringing out a cold roar.

Suddenly, a storm roared.

Qingshuang moved under his feet, jumped step by step, lifted his whole body strength and ran for his life, lest the strange and unpredictable man catch up with his own steps of escape, and don't have any other accidents. But the figure behind him obviously didn't know what Qingshuang was thinking, and he was still like a maggot with a bone, following step by step.

The man couldn't run half the long alley, and the man behind him who was walking in a chic way finally stopped closing his fingers, he put his two fingers together, and saw the opportunity to move in the frost and ventilation, and finally poured out of the frenzy, mixed with the cold wind between heaven and earth, and poured down close to the man's shoulders.

The corners of Qingshuang's mouth were slightly astringent, and he noticed that the qi behind him was instantly rolling like a long wave against the water, rising continuously, and the figure of the man who had fled in a straight line subconsciously moved to the side. But the wind behind him was howling, still pouring down on this square inch, not only blocking the opportunity to clear the frost and ventilate the energy accumulation, but also filling this square inch. At this life-and-death juncture, everything done is in vain.

"I came here just to see Master on his last journey, but unexpectedly, the killer he picked with his own hands turned around and wanted to take my life, which is a bit funny. The man's voice was sad, and the corners of his mouth were already bloodshot, and at this time, the handsome man was already in tattered clothes and messy. But he felt unwilling, and he had been planning for a long time, just for this short moment. Seeing that Zhang Xu's general trend has gone, and the time for his own glory is coming, how can he give up this reputation at his fingertips.

"You ......" Qingshuang whispered in her throat, thinking about making the man who seemed to have eaten the scales turn around and let go.

The people behind him didn't answer. Only the vigorous steps left and right, in an instant have been side by side with the man.

"Are you serious?" Qingshuang's eyes were cold, and his eyes were as cold as the cold winter of the wax moon. But the man who bent the corridor was better than a leisurely stroll still ignored it. Instead, he took half a step forward again, and happened to be side by side with the embarrassed Qingshuang.

"I, Wang Lin, have a penny, a thing. It's always been a matter of courtesy, and the two don't owe each other. But now that you are here, do you have doubts and accusations about Wang's skills?" A gloomy voice came out of the man's throat, which was especially terrifying in the lonely autumn night.

"I ......" Qingshuang had a little bead of sweat on her forehead, and she didn't know how to answer for a while. Listening to Wang Lin's question, he felt that he was a little weaker.

"Hmm? Qingshuang Gongzi also felt that what Wang said was very reasonable. The man with his sleeves in the wind waved his long black hair and glanced at the man whose hair was covered with beads of sweat.

Qingshuang smiled bitterly but didn't dare to answer.

"Wang thought that you appeared here for no reason, because you had no faith. It is unrighteous to send Wang and follow him. With such an act, how can Wang let you leave safely!" Wang Lin grinned, stretched out his elbow and slammed it on Qingshuang's shoulder.

There was a loud thud, and the handsome man fell heavily into the deserted street.

The boy walked and stopped, hanging alone. Although the appearance and appearance are no different from the past, only I know that the eagerness in my heart has long been like the layers of twilight that are dark and cool at this time, turning into a bubble of fly ash and precipitating into the dark and cold corridor.

At this time, the old man who was sitting alone in the hall was also sitting on a chair with a gloomy expression, looking at the fluctuating candle flame in front of him thoughtfully, and his face was sad.

"One wrong step is one wrong step. The old man, who had been pondering for a long time, looked stunned, and he stretched out his thin fingers and stroked the folds of his shoulders, feeling uncontrollable.

Outside the house, it was already the second watch, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing with the ups and downs of the rich night, mixed with the dark night and adding a little shade of uncertainty.

The old man in the room sat silent for a long time, and his heart was extremely dull. He thought about Zhu Siran's words that were still floating in his ears, and thought about the lonely time when he had been reading poetry and books for years, and finally turned into a deep sigh.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man, who had become a little dry in an instant, swayed his feet and stood up, and picked up a scroll of scriptures on the table in a bored manner.

After turning less than two pages, the old man suddenly walked to the closed door and window with a gloomy expression, and stretched out his hand to tighten the door.

Either the heart is really depressed, or the smoke of the past is overwhelming, the old man who has been speechless for a long time sighed softly, stretched out his hand to open the closed door a little, and woke up with the oncoming cold wind.

"The wind comes from all directions, and it comes and goes"

The boy was depressed and unspeakable, stopping all the way, not looking at the road. Just thinking about the depressed thoughts in my heart, going back and forth, looking for grass through grass, and meeting corridors and corridors, the position I took naturally had already deviated from the route back. But the young man still didn't realize it, he only felt that the depression in his heart was incomprehensible, and it was really difficult to dispel.

The boy was silent, gloomy and sad. Walking straight to the other end of the palace, looking at the light suddenly spilling out in front of him, he suddenly realized that he had already deviated from the return route.

Li Zhiyu was in the dark, and couldn't help but look up at the little light pouring above.

After looking at it for a while, I saw that the light was shining from a lonely hut in the distance, and the afterglow shone here.

"The night is dark, like a sleepless night. My Wang Zhiran spent half of his life to set up this game, although there were some twists and turns in the road, which was unexpected, but most of them were under control, and it didn't hurt. It's just that the old man never expected that he would pay so much. The old man with white hair stood in the middle of the porch in a daze, looking at the quiet night in front of him and was speechless.

"Mr. Wang. The sad-looking young man dragged along in search of the light from the room, but a few steps further, the sad young man saw the old man standing alone at the top of the building.

Wang Zhiran was excited and silent. He clutched the cold wooden beam under him with one hand, and tightened the diagonal robe with the other.

"I used to be in Shouchun for a long time, as a tourist in a foreign land. Helpless wandering for half a life, he just wrote the harem for the king, and did some clear words and songs, how could he have thought that he would return to his hometown in the year of his establishment, and inherited the education of his ancestors. The old man groaned to himself, as if he had drunk sorghum liquor alone, and it was difficult to wake up.

The young man is also nostalgic for old things, thinking about how to get rid of it.

Seeing that Wang Zhiran was still alone in the corridor and silent, the young man stepped forward again and shouted softly: "Mr. Wang!"

The old man, who had been thinking about it for a long time, suddenly came to his senses and looked at the young man who had saved his life.

The old man turned to look at the young man for a moment, his gloomy and thoughtful face condensed a little and smiled kindly, and waved his hand lightly at the young man who was just worthy of meeting.

For some reason, although I have only met this boy a few times, I do have a good impression of him in my heart. And when this lonely and lonely time, looking at the young man who was single and lost and staggered here, the deep loneliness and loneliness were like old wine that had been sealed for many years, and at this time it became more and more mellow and fragrant, like meeting a bosom friend.

He walked up to the boy.

"The little brother stayed awake late at night, and traveled here from the east building, daring to ask if it was the old man who neglected the little brother. The old man smiled and bowed, so he bowed to the young man as a courtesy.

"Sir, don't!" Li Zhiyu hurriedly stopped him, and rushed out to help the old man bent his shoulder.

The old and young looked at each other and smiled, and the guests and hosts walked into the warm pavilion.

Because Zhu Siran had just walked with his front foot, the old man was angry, and it was inevitable that there would be a little mess left in the house under the movement of his hands and feet. The young man who stepped into this house for the first time suddenly felt a little embarrassed and a little nostalgic when he saw the scene in front of him.

At that time, when I was still in the school, I was always like this messy books, scattered all around, and I always provoked Mr. to shake his head and say that the gentleman blames himself and treats himself lightly. At this time, Mr. Wang, who did not think that the world was full of peach and plums, was also in such a situation, but it made the somewhat cramped and restless teenager ease his nervous mind.

The young man suddenly smiled quietly and touched his little face, which was a little hot and blushing.

The old man didn't feel embarrassed when he heard the sound, and walked methodically to the table full of miscellaneous books, and carefully sorted it out. After the table was refreshed, he turned to look at the young man.

"Shaoxia thought of the dusty old things of that year, and treated them with such a smile. It's not that he looks at the old man's ugly room and feels that the old man's life is poor and he is not careful. Looking at the slight smile that suddenly appeared on the young man's face, Wang Zhiran was also happy in his heart.

Li Zhiyu first peeked at the door, and he didn't dare to answer rashly. I had to laugh dryly twice, and leaned my shoulders tightly on the back of the chair.

Wang Zhiran seems to know the young man's shy temperament very well. He no longer asked, but walked to the back of the house and took out a beautiful teapot.

After the tea swayed like spring light, and the aroma came out, covering this small house with a high and distant view, the old man took two black pottery teacups from the table, and stretched out his hand to vent the heat of the room.

Although the young man occasionally has old-fashioned poems and books, he abides by the etiquette of a gentleman. But after all, it is a burrow to read poetry and books, although dogma and etiquette are involved, because it is difficult to pretend to be a grass house, but it is also lively and chic by nature. When he saw the old man holding a cup, he didn't want to shirk it for too long, but changed his normal attitude and generously took the tea handed by the old man, and took a sip of fragrance.

"How about this tea? It comes from the mountain spring valley at the foot of Luoqi Mountain, and it is the best choice for every tea planter when picking tea. Legend has it that tea pickers get this half a catty of eight taels of tea, and the spit stars can pour half of the river. Wang Zhiran also covered his sleeves and took a sip of tea, and his smiling eyes looked at the young man who was no longer cramped and uneasy.

The young man didn't know much about luxury and precious things, but he only knew that he followed the master every day to work for himself and get what he needed. Tea and rice and so on are naturally just for the sake of food, and how to enjoy the clouds. The only time I felt that I enjoyed it was when I followed the master to Liu Chengqing's place to visit, and ate that meal of game delicacies. But what I encountered was sparse, after all, it was difficult to be elegant.

The boy was hard to answer.

"Zhiyu, Zhiyu, I don't know who took the name of Shaoxia, what is the point?" the old man saw that his expression changed, and he was a little embarrassed, and changed the topic again.

"This, this ......" the young man muttered, but it was a little more and more difficult to speak. No one has ever mentioned where his name and surname came from, and at this time, when the old man asked aloud, it was difficult to answer.

"Why, Mr. hasn't taught this truth?" the old man looked at him with a strange expression, and couldn't help but make fun of the boy again.

In the middle of the night, an old man and a young man smiled and changed the cup.

The words were annoying, and after speaking, the old man who was full of poetry and books naturally talked about the rise and fall of his family and country, the change of government and government, and the troubled times. Although the young man's travel is short, what he has seen and heard along the way is quite strange and unpredictable, at this time, listening to the old man talking about these historical books yellowing, short and simple sighing of current affairs and old news, naturally listen to the intention, both are good.