"I only know that the snow will get heavier and heavier, and the ice on the Songjiang River will become thicker and thicker, and the rivers and lakes cannot be stopped by mortals. ”

The first time he was here, it was winter. Rushing from Suzhou to the north of the Yangtze River, although he walked for ten days under the increasing snow, it was nothing to him.

The Songjiang River was covered with a layer of white quilt woven with snow, neat and flat, and a few winter sparrows chirped on it a few times, and then flew away. Surrounded by withered trees and dry grass, behind a group of bare trunks was a bare mountain, above which was a cold sky, grayish-white, covered by a layer of clouds like a veil of gray clothes on the nuns' bodies, showing no trace of their true colors. The lower clouds drift south with the wind, and the cold, dry north wind sends them to inquire about migratory birds.

He stood in the woods, dressed in black, wearing a hat, holding a longsword with a black handle in his hand, and a green jade flute pinned to his waist. Looking faintly at a longitudinal wooden house in the distance.

The snow falling on his thick black eyebrows, his frozen white face, and the fingers thick snow on his hat and shoulders all showed that he had been waiting for a long time, but his eyes were still shining with light, dark and clear.

Mu Zhai has three rooms in a row, but it is as long as six or seven rooms overlooking. There is a plaque on the door with a dark wood green space.

Jiang Xuezhai. On either side are two white paper lanterns with ashes.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, and the silver tassels of the green jade pendant at his waist fluttered in the wind, staring at it like an owl through the snow and the branches of the dwarf trees.

At this moment, she laboriously removed the door panel, swept away the snow from the platform in front of the low desk at the door with her hands, picked up her sleeve to wipe the lantern clean, and supported the eaves before sitting behind the low table. This action is skillful, and it must be the same as waiting for customers to open the door in the past.

Today is the beginning of the month, and Master said that there are guests. She looked out the door, there was only a white expanse, and there was no one to see, so she got up and walked to the end of the dark corridor.

"Anyone?" Although the house was a certain distance from the ground, he was tall, and he did not have to jump a little before sitting on the stage like others, but sat down very easily, crossed his legs, and put down his hat, revealing a fair and well-proportioned face, which also allowed his forehead to float. The black forehead band is tattooed with a few small branches of dark green bamboo.

Looking inside, there were four paste-paper hollow doors next to the gallery, and four white candlesticks, and after a while, the candlelight reflected her in a white plain dress and walked lightly.

"What words do you want, sir?" She sat down and picked up a brush to dip in ink.

"Wind and rain set the rivers and lakes. He laughs.

The corners of his mouth are raised, like setting off spring snow and embarrassing the four seasons.

She was unmoved, holding her sleeve with her left hand, picking up the ink jade paper with her right hand and brushing it over the rice paper, and put pen to paper seriously: "Jiang Xuezhai and Fengyu Pavilion are facing each other, Mr. Pu Yu should know." ”

Pu Yu, the people of the rivers and lakes are called the waist black jade long sword, with green jade silver spikes, and white jade and warm clouds in the eyes.

Pu Yu didn't ask how she knew who she was, but only asked what she wanted to ask: "How did Lord Zhai die?"

"The wind is cold, his old man is not in good health, and if he drags on for a long time, he will be helpless. "The pen is dry, the ink is dry.

"Are you the new generation of riverside masters?" Pu Yu still has some doubts, although he knows that Jiang Anxue has only one female disciple, but I heard that this woman is really ordinary, her martial arts are weak, and her strategy is mediocre, how to inherit the surname and sub-name of the lord of "Jiang'an", which has been passed down for generations, but I didn't expect that Jiang'an Xue is really ......

She stopped blowing ink, her eyes were obviously a little gloomy, as if she was about to say something, but she didn't say anything, and gave Wenbao to Pu Yu.

Pu Yu smiled, forgive her and didn't have anything to say, except for having a good word about Jiang'an Snow, it would only be known to ordinary women, washing clothes and cooking, presumably an expert. To be honest, even if she speaks well, she is much worse than Jiang Anxue's, but she is also diligent and hardworking, but she has no talent to take care of her, and it is difficult to achieve success.

"Still not paid?"

This is Jiang Xuezhai's rule. She bowed.

Wenbao does not pay money, and does not charge financial fees for news. One is to have no conscience, and the other is to leave room for yourself, if you write something taboo on the rivers and lakes, you can still have an excuse.

"Do you know what I'm here for today?" Pu Yu put the words into his clothes.

"I want to know too. ”

"The half-provoked prisoner used the life of the bamboo sleeve to threaten our pond master, and asked me to come and destroy Jiang Xuezhai. He didn't look at her in a flat tone, just curious that the room was exactly the same as it had been when he had come three years earlier.

Three years ago, it was also a winter snow day, and there were two people in Jiang Xuezhai who had been passed down for nine generations, Jiang Anxue, and Jiang Dong. Jiangdong is today's Jiang'an winter.

"What about Sir's disciple?" he knelt behind the desk and straightened the silver tassel on the jade pendant.

Jiang'an Xue was in front of the case, dressed in fur, and his old face was covered with the cobwebs of time.

"Ah Dong went to the market. His face showed the love of a grandfather.

"Are you still the only disciple of that female doll?" He was a little helpless.

Jiang Anxue smiled: "Everyone is already fourteen, look at what Mr. said...... I'm old and can't take it anymore...... Mr. Pu Yu is a genius, Jiang Xuezhai has been in tatters and has not been able to support it for long, so he just gave Ah Dong's little daughter a place to live, and he couldn't accommodate a big figure like Mr. ”

"What about these generations of rivers and lakes industry, can you bear it?" Pu Yu's hand tightened the corner of his clothes.

"There will always be a day of decay, and it will be in vain for fewer people on the rivers and lakes to die. Jiang Anxue took a sip of hot tea.

"The rivers and lakes will dry up one day, but there are still so many people who are willing to spin in it. Pu Yu tried to convince him.

Jiang Anxue smiled, her eyes suddenly darkened: "I can't turn around, Jiang Xuezhai, it's already swaying in the wind......"

The snow was still falling, and the wind was blowing on the ground, whirring, and the branches of the trees were screaming terribly.

She jerked to her feet, startling him for a moment. Jiang Andong looked around, and there was no way, so he stepped in front of the low case with one step, pushed him down, and shouted at him: "As long as I live, don't think about it, if you can't kill me now." ”

Pu Yu stood up, patted Xue with a smile, and said, "Jiang Xuezhai is the only one left with you, and if I want to kill, it will be easy, but I won't do this, but don't expect me to protect Jiang Xuezhai." ”

Seeing her tears rolling on her pale face, and the gloomy color between her eyebrows, she shook her head, she was still a little girl after all.

Jiang Andong was stunned, watching the black in the snow gradually drift away, and grinned in confusion.

As he walked, he took out the green jade flute pinned to his waist, dropped a lock between his eyebrows, sighed lightly, and didn't go back: "Hey, young master Zesleeve, I still have to save you......"