On the corridor on the east side of the palace, an old man with a smooth face was walking away with staggered steps. He swayed left and right, thinking and talking.

"In the past, the white clothes were fluttering, fighting with swords and rivers and lakes, and when I encountered injustices, I passed by with a sword, and I broke off all the injustices. I don't want to be a young man, but in this life, I am a duckweed and dead wood for half my life, and I have no fixed place; although I have walked countless mountains and rivers in this life, I still can't go around the peaks in front of me, and I can't go away from the big river hanging in the air behind me. Wang is also confused in this life. The old man held on to the railing in front of him with one hand, but his drunken eyes looked at the scenery of mountains and rivers in the distance.

The four columns are silent, and there is no voice.

After a while, the old man who was dumbfounded and smiled continued to say: "If you are confused, you will be confused, although it is bleak, it can be regarded as leaving some moral knowledge, poetry, books and articles for future generations to see. But the gentleman has merit and fame, the king and the sage, and the sage to the chapter......"

"For many years, countless transcendent saints have not been able to get out, and how can I get rid of the disciples of Wang's forces. Only then did the sword go sideways, and when he realized that the road was uneven, he would go down the road, and if the mountain was very high, he would bypass the mountain. ”

The old man swayed, he untied the wine jug at his waist, took a sip of wine, and continued: "Why should my king know that the mountains are up, fortunately I climbed to the top of the mountain road to comprehend the truth of those bullshit poems and books. ”

At the end of the old man's speech, his tone was already crazy, and his beard was all open, obviously touching the grief in his heart.

But in the end, he clenched his fists again and said: "Wang is not a master of the world after all, but a layman passerby" The old man who was depressed suddenly lowered his head, leaned on the curved corridor behind him, and sobbed softly. Stunned.

At the other end of the corridor, a man with a leisurely expression came slowly step by step. Or the wind and cold in the middle of the night, the tired and unbearable, the sloppy man with a long beard and masked face has not yet walked to the old man's side, his expression is gloomy, and his face is full of sorrow.

"Mr. Wang, the night is deep and the dew is heavy, the humidity is sinking, and there are many cold winds. Mr. has been standing here for a long time, and he is afraid of cold and heat. Sir, it's better to get into the house quickly. The man spoke very quickly, and before the old man could hear the words clearly, the man who had no place to live had already walked in front of him.

The cold wind was howling, and it was heavy all around.

When the old man, who had been immersed in his own thoughts, heard his smiling words, he raised his wide sleeves and wiped his somewhat pale face, and looked up at the man with a gloomy expression.

"Oh? you ......"

Wang Zhiran's sad expression suddenly became a little guilty and depressed, and the old man moved back, silently a little farther away.

"What's the matter? I didn't see it for a while, and Mr. Wang forgot about it. The man chuckled softly, unimpressed.

"Siran. After the turmoil in his heart gradually calmed down, the old man finally held his throat and called out the name of the person who came.

"It seems that the gentleman still remembers it. The man chuckled softly and reached out to tuck his hair from the down.

"Although Wang is already a registered guest in the palace of Hades, his body is still quite tough. How can I forget your name and surname Zhu Siran, besides, you came from thousands of miles away this time, and it was all a letter to invite, in the final analysis, it was my Wang who broke his promise. The old man spoke guiltily and reached out to rub his somewhat hot face.

The man was silent, as if the old man's words were as light as fluttering and deaf to him. He just took the flask and poured the wine into it, staring at the deep night in the distance, the autumn frost and snow.

Zhu Siran didn't do anything else, and Wang Zhiran's words were naturally half cold. The old man quietly withdrew his outstretched hands, put them together in front of him, and looked at this man who had not met for a long time.

The wind is clear and the moon is dark, and the old people are heavy.

The old man's face was sometimes clear and purple, sometimes red and sometimes white, but in just a moment, the old man, who had reached the peak of his cultivation skills, couldn't help but take the lead in breaking the silence.

He coughed dryly, held back his mind a little, and said without a preface: "It's actually good to blow the night dew and morning breeze." ”

Zhu Siran's face was as pale as water, he dragged the wine jug with one hand, and replied with the other hand on the railing: "I live in Wumen, and I have been a Chang'an brigade for a long time." I don't know if the swimming fish in my hometown have been fattened, and I don't know if my friends at that time have been full of children and grandchildren, and they are around the knees and beams. ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man who was already guilty and speechless was even more ashamed, his rapidly changing face became more violent, and after a few words, the old man who was famous in a state no longer had the same mouth as before, he pulled his throat and said softly: "Look, they are all dozens of years old, even if the clothes are dirty, why is this crown also a piece of sloppy." Wang Zhiran didn't wait for Zhu Siran to resist reacting, he had already taken the first step and stretched out his hands to smooth the man's wrinkled collar.

Zhu Siran was noncommittal, neither thanked him or turned back to resist, just stood quietly aside, waiting for the old man to smooth the corners of his clothes and eyebrows, and the bitter cold outside.

"Si Ran ......" When the old man carefully sorted out Zhu Siran's collar folds and wanted to ask out loud, the man who had always shown his sloppy appearance had already walked through the corridor with ease, pushed open the rarely visited wall, and sat on the Taishi chair in the middle of the room.

The door creaked, but the man who was one step ahead of him was already sitting on the large chair in the middle, he shook the folded paper in his hand leisurely with one hand, and gently tapped the arm of the chair with the other.

The man is laid-back and relaxed.

Wang Zhiran then entered, his expression complicated. However, after looking at the man back and forth a few times, the old man who was full of sadness was difficult to say a word after all.

In the west of the palace, since the lord of his family brought guests into the mansion, the mansion, which is usually deep and quiet, has been noisy. In addition to the little girl Hongluo who grew up in the mansion since she was a child, those little girls who are rarely interesting and bored on weekdays are as if they have heard the most terrifying rumors in the world.

What's more, some well-informed girls listened to those hearsay rumors, and after digesting and absorbing them, they made up for some words, and at this moment they were describing how brave Li Zhiyu was in front of girls of the same age, and he carried a thousand catties of giant tripods with his thin body and roared down at the gangsters, so that the two gangsters with bad intentions knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and did not dare to say the slightest word. Or that the young man has been called the best qualification by the immortals at a young age, and after he has suffered, he will bring it back to the sect, and he can climb the immortal road one day, and the heaven and earth will be born together.

There were bursts of words in the Xiang Pavilion, as if these words were constantly noisy in the warm account of the Xiang Pavilion, soaking the thick frost all over the place.

It was noisy and lively, and at the other end of the mansion, the young man who had changed into new clothes was still hesitating to stop and go, and to go back and forth. When the thin figure of the young man gradually disappeared into the darkness, Li Zhiyu, who had a thousand sorrows in his mind, hesitated and paused on the corridor again.

"I still remember that year when I went all the way into the mountain with Master, there were potholes and difficult to level after only three or two steps, and whenever I had the intention of turning back the same way. The Master would pull up his sleeves and say to me, "Zhiyu, it's easy to walk home from here, but if you're hungry and you want to find some rabbits, birds, and beasts to feed your belly, so what?" The boy muttered, so disagreeing that his determination had once again wavered, and he was in a dilemma.

The corridor is secluded and the cold wind is blowing.

The boy swayed in front of the door, and the girl who was tossing and turning in the house at the moment was also covered with the wide bedding and could not sleep.

The little girl curled up in the corner, and although her body was warm and flowing, she still felt a little chill lingering in her limbs. No matter how she swung the mattress, the girl's shallow heart seemed to be injected, moving left and right, and it was difficult to catch it after all.

I don't know if my father is holding the old book that has been read countless times. I don't know if my mother is doing needlework under the light that she is not very familiar with. Thinking of this, the girl smiled playfully, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise a melodious arc. But I don't know what I read again, she asked herself again, "Definitely not." My father must be thinking about my safety and thinking that I will return early, and my mother must be embroidering the little padded jacket I need for winter with a needle and thread. ”

The girl's words were slight, and after she said, the girl who was carefree was already with red eyes and falling into a sparkling stream.

Outside, the young man who had walked back and forth many times was stained with dust in the morning dew, and his face was stained with dust.

He walked back and forth, and then found his way back and forth, and so on for a long time. The young man, whose heart was growing with sorrow, finally stopped doing such a boring act, he inhaled into his heart, summoned up the courage that would dissipate in a moment, and clenched his fists and knocked on the closed door.

There was a ding-dong sound, and in the middle of the night, the thin but determined young man stretched out his curled fingers and clasped the closed door.

Knock knock, knock knock. At the beginning, the sound that was still vague gradually turned from weak to firm, and gradually from wandering to a deep black shadow.

"Zhao Qingrou!"

The already determined teenager finally spoke the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time for the first time.

As the heat in the young man's heart became more and more intense, the strength of the fingers of this young man who was usually low-key became more and more powerful. Ding-dong, and wait until later, like the beating of war drums.

The young man shook his fist and knocked on the door, looking a little abrupt and reckless on this night when there was no good moon and scenery, adding to the noise. But in the ears of the young man at this time, it was natural and audible, and his thoughts were deep.

In the bedroom, the girl who had been tossing and turning for a long time only thought that the cold wind was hitting people when she heard the sound of the door. But when the door rang and the window was closed, she had some doubts and vigilance, and after weighing the pros and cons, the delicate girl finally got dressed and got up, and dragged to the door.

The sound of knocking is incessant, chaotic, and the sound in the ears is urgent. Zhao Qingrou was in a low mood, how could she take care of so much at this time, without waiting for words to ask, the girl who was worried and troubled opened the door. In addition to the night dew and frost stained on her clothes, she also saw the young man who had been with her for a long time and had been embarrassed by the wind and frost.

"Li Zhiyu" Zhao Qingrou stretched out her hand to block the cold wind that surrounded her ears and clothes, and looked at the young man who was stomping her feet and stomping hot at this time, but her eyes swept back and forth twice, she was always aggressive, but the sharp-toothed girl was a little distracted, and she was a little speechless no matter what.

The little girl was depressed, hung her head, pinched the gown with one hand, and fastened the door tightly with the other.

The young man's lips were purple, and he didn't say a word, but he just lowered his head and chattered, but he never dared to look up.

A thousand words just stopped in my heart, and then it was a passing moment, never again.

The night was cold.