Ninety-second The Past Goes to Drink

Lao Li talked endlessly, talking about the past, Lao Li's eyes sometimes had pride, sometimes sadness, and sometimes some embarrassment.

It was about sixteen or seventeen, and Lao Li only knew his daughter-in-law, that is, when Lao Li married his daughter-in-law, she was already older than Bai Yunhuan, and it was not as good as other places, and the people there married at the age of sixteen or seventeen, which was very late.

Lao Li is not honest and honest, but at least he pays attention to a conscience when doing things, and almost never does good deeds, but he is sorry for other people's things, and he can touch his heart and say that he has never done it.

may also be for this reason that Lao Li asked for this daughter-in-law who in his own opinion is a blessing for eight lifetimes.

Lao Li's daughter-in-law, Dongzhou Junshui, is not far from the Nanhe town where Lao Li is located, and as soon as the matchmaker pulls the line, Lao Li's family naturally has nothing to say, and they can't be more satisfied.

Lao Li got married.

After getting married, maybe he felt that he was not worthy of the daughter-in-law who had taken the door, Lao Li called his daughter-in-law a good one, and others seemed to be too good, afraid of being frightened when she spoke, afraid of being cold when she slept, and afraid of choking when she ate.

When I came to Fusang City, a large part of it was my daughter-in-law's meaning.

lived a good life, and the daughter-in-law blew the wind in this ear.

Lao Li entered Fusang City like this.

The teenager entered the city, but now the teenager is no more, Lao Li is just an inconspicuous middle-aged man.

Talking about these past events, Lao Li sighed, and Bai Yunhuan was also happy to listen to Lao Li's story.

Roast the fire and listen to the story.

Bai Yunhuan felt that Lao Li was not bad.

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Lao Li saw the sword that Bai Yunhuan placed on his lap, so he asked with great interest whether Bai Yunhuan knew how to use a sword.

If Bai Yunhuan had been in the past, he would have shook his head and denied it, but now Bai Yunhuan nodded and said seriously:

"I like to use a sword. ”

When Lao Li was a child, he didn't think about being a chivalrous warrior, but now that he sees that the young man in front of him has become the chivalrous warrior he wanted to be before, he wants to see the sword in the young man's hand.

It's just that everyone has heard that the sword of a swordsman is like the daughter-in-law of a swordsman, and others can't look at it.

After thinking about it, Lao Li didn't speak.

Bai Yunhuan raised his head and saw Lao Li's face was strange, as if he understood what Lao Li was thinking.

Holding the wooden scabbard with his backhand, he handed the hilt to Lao Li, and asked tentatively:

"See?"

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Lao Li is happy, he feels more and more pleasing to the eye of this kid.

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Draw the sword.

It's just an ordinary iron sword.

Today's iron sword has several broken cracks, and one blade is missing.

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Damn, this is different from what I thought!

This young man is so good-looking and has such an extraordinary temperament, how can he make such a thing?!

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After thinking about it again, Lao Li understood.

sighed in my heart, thinking that this kid must have experienced countless vicious battles before.

It's just that the swordsman's sword is broken, how dangerous is this?

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This is true.

The main reason why this iron sword was damaged was that he and Sun Xiaoying had a face-to-face move that day.

With that move, Bai Yunhuan used his sword to cut off the long knife in Sun Xiaoying's hand and the head of the young head of the Sun family.

A sword out, the enemy dies.

But it doesn't mean that Bai Yunhuan is easy, and taking people's heads is like probing for things.

Bai Yunhuan took out a sword, almost didn't kill himself, his body was reversed, not to mention, even this sword was scarred.

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The room was dimly lit, and Lao Li handed the iron sword back without a few glances.

In the house, Bai Yunhuan, who took back the iron sword, took advantage of the old firelight.

Look at the sword.

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The young man's eyes were pure, like a stream.

The young man's eyes were as firm as mountains.

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Lao Li, a layman who has never used a sword and doesn't know how to use a sword, saw a young man who was looking at a sword at this moment.

He had never seen a teenager like this.

My heart was shocked, and I said secretly:

"What a swordsman!"

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Truly.

The sword is full of cracks, and the man is scarred.

But the young man's firm, without the slightest evasion, made people think:

The boy will never fall, and the broken iron sword of the boy will never break.

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Lao Li wants to drink.

I want to drink to a good time.

Damn, I can't imagine that I have lived for half my life and can know such a swordsman.

This wine, you have to drink it, you have to drink it!

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Lao Li shouted and his daughter-in-law took the wine, but no one answered.

Lao Li got up, dropped a sentence, "Wait for me to get the wine" and strode towards the door with his legs raised.

Bai Yunhuan came back to his senses, and Lao Li had already walked out of the door.

After a while, Lao Li, who came back with two jars of wine, looked very happy.

After taking two bowls, Lao Li talked to himself, filling Bai Yunhuan with a bowl of intoxicating wine.

Just by smelling this smell, you know that this wine is not bad.

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But Lao Li put down his stomach with a bowl of wine, and when he raised his eyes, Bai Yunhuan, this kid, was stunned by Lao Tzu himself.

What do you see me doing? Lao Li, I have flowers on my face, can't I?

The boy seemed a little embarrassed, only to find out that this kid doesn't fucking drink.

Lost interest?

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Lao Li was alone, and when he lifted the bowl, it was a bowl of wine, and a bowl of wine went into his throat, and Lao Li was happy.

People who are good at wine have wine when they are interested, and they have wine when they are interested.

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Lao Li's wine is bowl after bowl, and while drinking, he began to talk to Bai Yunhuan about his old things.

This middle-aged man who has been trapped by this dead city for twenty years, is today.

Drink with the past.

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What about Bai Yunhuan?

Bai Yunhuan doesn't drink and won't drink.

It stands to reason that Bai Yunhuan's father and his upright grandfather will never teach Bai Yunhuan to drink, even if Bai Yunhuan doesn't want to learn to drink, he has to learn it.

Just because Bai Yunhuan was still young at that time, the father and son were afraid that this stupid boy would learn to drink at a young age, and he would provoke a drunken body, not to mention his already dull brain, and then become a fool.

Now.

Bai Yunhuan is at this age to drink.

But this father and son can no longer teach Xiaobai to drink.

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Half an afternoon, this Lao Li and Xiaobai, one drinking, the other watching and drinking.

By the fire, the warmth is soothing.

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Outside the small courtyard.

The cold wind squeaked the dead trees, and the alleys and streets were different from those in the small courtyards.

A woman, behind whom stood four black-clad and masked men.

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The woman's voice was like a knife on a stone wall:

"The white-haired boy you're looking for is in this courtyard. ”

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"There is still a man next to the white-haired boy who harbors this kid, and I hope you will be cleaner. ”

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"Don't have any left. ”

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At this time.

God, it's getting dark.

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