In his ears was the sound of gurgling water, and across the bamboo forest and through the layers of mist, he heard the chirping of winter finches on the Songjiang River, like the sound of snowflakes falling on his shoulders and invading his clothes.

It seemed to hear the sound of Jiang Xuezhai's door panel, like the sound of her wiping the lantern with her sleeve, and like the sound of Jiang Anxue moving the teacup. Tea flows slowly from the spoon, like a tune, and like a straw floating.

He sat in front of the snow on the river bank, staring at the water that flowed out, staring at it deadly.

"In the future, I hope that Mr. will take care of Jiang Xuezhai and give Jiang An Dong a place to rest......" Jiang Anxue was snow-white, with hair, eyebrows, and beard, and she was like a person who came out of the snow, but her skin was yellow and wrinkled like a tree trunk, so she recognized it as an old man.

Pu Yu woke up suddenly, he should wake up, no matter how many memories he can remember, how many places he can fall into, he has to shake his head, say, forget it. It's not something he can covet, and it's not what he really wants, he can only move forward, whether it's himself or a group of friends.

"Sir......" Song Hongchun looked at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm.

Pu Yu stood up and saw that there was nothing in the bamboo forest, no fog, no women, not even wind.

Song Hongchun watched him walk in front of him, and he was still the only one with his back. He always likes to give people a back at such times, his loneliness, his suffering, all fall in front of him, do not ask people to comfort, do not ask people to touch, he lowers his head, like a nightmare in front of the party, a nightmare that has disappeared, whether it is a nightmare or a beautiful dream, no one understands. As long as Xia Puyu carries it himself, just because he feels that a person is sad, why bother to make others feel bad, just make others feel bad, and make others feel bad, he will only be more sad. can look at him quietly at such a moment, without disturbing or causing trouble, there are Jiang Andong and Song Hongchun, but Jiang Andong will understand him better, rather than Song Hongchun is at a loss.

Song Hongchun stretched out her hand and stopped only a finger away from the gauze on his back, her broken hair blowing in front of her face, and her gray clothes swayed gently in the wind...... She withdrew her hand anyway, bowed her head, lifted it up again, and turned away, not wanting to look at his sorrow, nor to let her own sorrow overflow. She hated herself, she couldn't raise her head to shoulder to shoulder with him, she couldn't let go of all kinds of things, she couldn't let go of General Zuo, she couldn't let go of the cold iron sword, after all, she didn't understand that what she couldn't let go of the most was Xia Puyu, it was herself. In the end, she still thought that she couldn't fight with him, and always thought that Lingmen was holding her back, but it was not. It was she who thought she was a member of Lingmen, and she thought she was in Lingmen. She is the same as the poor Lin Nian in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, she can't find herself, she can't find where she belongs, and she can't find a reason why she can not go to Gao Xun or Lin Yan, but this reason is too easy, just because she is Song Hongchun and nothing else, and Lin Nian is not anything else. It is their ignorance and their depression. But how many people can understand that they are ignorant and that they are not slaves. In fact, this reason is also very difficult, a few can understand, a few have the leisure to understand, everyone is an authority, and if they understand, they will not be clear, this is not a sin, but a martyr.

In the end, he was still pulled by the rivers and lakes, instead of rowing his own boat and fighting for the ferry by himself. Just like her dream, Pu Yu was killed by Gao Xun with a cold iron sword, she stood in front of the Baili cliff, looking at the river bank winter that she pushed off the cliff, after all, she was still separated from Pu Yu. She didn't make a choice, just her legs were weak, and she knelt in front of Gao Xun, but her knees were like a bottomless pit, she fell into the abyss, and then woke up in fright by the sudden take-off, and saw Xia Puyu falling beside her.

Song Hongchun finally turned around first. She called Xia Puyu: "Let's go." ”

Xia Puyu nodded and walked forward.

After passing through the forest, I arrived at the Biyan Cave.

The three characters of Biyan Cave are written on the plaque and hung under the eaves. Although they are a group of people who steal chickens and dogs, they like to live in these high-profile mansion compounds. Although he was not greeted by a smile, he was also invited in.

To enter the main hall, you need to pass through a spacious compound, there is a lake in the courtyard, the lake is divided into two pieces on the left and right by a bridge, the lake is sprinkled with a few dead lotuses, the lake is clear but there are no fish, and there are trees but no leaves on the side of the courtyard.

After entering, I saw four thieves standing on each side, sitting behind the desk with a white spoon holding a pipe, and two thieves standing on both sides. Kneeling beside her sat with murderous eyes in her hands, and it was Bai Chuan who held the blade in her hand.

"Rare guest. Bai Spoon looked at Xia Puyu with a smile and put the pipe on the table, and then someone around him put the pipe away.

Xia Puyu didn't plan to sit down, and he didn't plan to answer, so he hit the nail on the head and said, "But Biyan Cave killed the Falling Mist Dao Chief?"

It is said that the pastor's father did not go to the Biyan Cave with his sleeves and ink, but he was carrying his sleeves and was definitely going to go. In order to bring Mo Qiangqiang, he directly pulled Mo Qiangqiang and knelt in front of the Qing priest's father and said that the two of them had made a marriage contract, although there was no word from his parents, and the order of the matchmaker, but he had made an oath in front of all creatures in heaven and earth. This can be regarded as making Ze Sleeve settle down, and it also makes Mo Qiangqiang settle down.

In the end, the Qing priest had no choice, and after all, it was not a good thing for men and women to be alone, so they had a wedding with simple etiquette. I never thought that these two people would move fast, they made a marriage contract the day before yesterday, and today they were busy worshipping heaven and earth. Since then, Mo Qiangqiang has become Ze Qiang's wife, and Ze Sleeve has become Mo Qiang's husband. The two can be regarded as walking into the quagmire, and they will live and die together in the future, after all, the two are tied together, and that's all.

As a result, these two really embarked on a chaotic road of life and death.

"What if you get to the Biyan Cave and really fight?"

"Are you asking what the odds are?" said the sleeves and ink walked on the reckless plain.

"Yes, what are the odds of winning?" Mo Qiangqiang looked at Ze Sleeve.

He smiled and covered the sunset with a fan, and said, "What are the odds of winning?" ”

Mo Qiang pursed his lips.

Seeing that Mo Qiangqiang hadn't spoken for a long time, he asked, "Is this scared?"

Mo Qiangqiang shook his head, but still didn't speak.

The plains are full of weeds, and the road has been submerged, but if it is submerged, it will be stepped on, and if it is submerged, it will be stepped on, and there will be no way.

Find the inn before dark, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up at night when a beast hunter or some thief or ghost appears.

Fortunately, I found an inn on the last line of daylight. As soon as I walked into the house, the smell of wine in the house instantly hit my nose.

There were three people in the whole guest house, two subordinates and one shopkeeper. Everyone looks honest and silly, not like a smart person. Otherwise, there must not be only one guest in the entire inn.

The guest had a flask in his hand, his clothes soaked with the wine he had just poured on, his face with a drunken look, tears and snot, stirring in the folds and features. looks narrow, has a narrow forehead and a thin chin, and if you look closely, you are wearing a Taoist uniform, and there is a whisk wrapped in your hand, which is really strange.

The two shopkeepers ran after the Taoist priest, begging him to stop and stop drinking. It's no wonder that these two people begged him like their ancestors, and look at the wine cup and wine jug on his case, which is already the eighteenth altar. The shopkeeper patted his thigh and begged his mother, shouting: "Niangniang, this wilderness, it is difficult to make a drink like marrying a wife, and now it is all called to the Taoist to drink, tell the family how to do business...... If it is feasible, stop......" But this Taoist priest seemed to be deaf and blind, and ran around as if there was wind under his feet, and his mouth did not forget to read the words, as if he had been seized by some painful thing, and tears were like springs.

The sleeve can see that this person is not simple, not to mention a wild Taoist, this skill of not touching the ground is not shallow, which is incredible.

"My brother is not a bad thief but was killed by a thief, I am not a credit person but I am chased and not allowed to spill ...... wine," he sang aggrievedly. The sound of the song is hoarse and unpleasant, and the tone is tortuous and straightforward, so that people can be regarded as having their ears sinned and their hearts being scratched and strangled.

When the shopkeeper saw that Ze Sleeve was like a good man, he turned to ask for a sleeve to restrain the Taoist priest. The sleeve was naturally willing to make a move, took out the Ming bamboo fan, opened it gently, and with a twist of his hand, he directly hooked the Taoist priest's shirt, so that he couldn't move. This is a good way to clamp the soft with skill. As long as you see where he is coming from, deflect the seat slightly, and turn the fan around your fingers, you can catch it to death.

I saw that the Dao chief turned his head, wiped the tears on his face, and asked, "Could it be that the poor Dao also has a grudge against you in this future life?"

Then he looked at the Taoist priest. At this moment, Mo Qiangqiang pointed to the shirt of the wild Taoist priest, and there was a "cloud" type.

It seems that this "brother" is the head of Tianxingzhao, and the one who drinks and cries is actually the head of Luoyun Dao.

The sleeves hurriedly straightened the clothes of the seniors and apologized.

When the shopkeeper saw that his sleeves turned to salute the wild Taoist, he thought that he had met a gang, thinking that he had half a lifetime of family business, and he was going to lose his wife before he married him.