Wait until Lu Xingyun came out of the room in a clean suit. There were also scattered guests in the inn. In fact, they are all early pedestrians and businessmen.

Lu Xingyun chose a corner table by the window and sat down.

Sitting in the corner is not that Lu Xingyun doesn't like to be lively, but that he will not attract the attention of others in the corner, and at the same time, he can have a full view of the actions of the people in the entire inn, which is the habit of a swordsman.

Lu Xingyun likes to look out the window, especially when drinking, this is Lu Xingyun's hobby and habit.

Lu Xingyun asked for two side dishes and a pot of gentian wine. Gentian wine is a type of wine that Lu Xingyun likes to drink. To say that this gentian wine has a great origin.

It is said to be gentian, but it is actually a mutated red snake gall. We all know that snakes are cold-blooded animals, but this red snake is different. Legend has it that the blood of this red snake is hot, as hot as fire.

The wine soaked in red snake gall naturally has the effect of warding off the cold, and it is more than one or two times better than ordinary wine, but the pungency of gentian wine is even more famous, according to the tone of the Jianghu people, it is spicy enough, delicious enough, and refreshing enough.

Gentian wine has naturally become the favorite of this kind of wandering Jianghu people. Especially in such a cold winter, but the price of gentian wine is not affordable for anyone, obviously Lu Xingyun is not among them.

Gentian wine does not need to be warmed in a furnace like ordinary wine, because it is a wine made from the gall of the red snake, which is the legendary red snake gentian wine.

Lu Xingyun sat at the table by the window, slowly drinking the gentian wine in the cup, very slowly.

The guests walked away and again, for a long, long time. Lu Xingyun only drank less than half of the wine in his cup, and the dishes on the table did not move at all. Because it was in the corner, no one paid attention to Lu Xingyun.

In this way, Lu Xingyun drank the wine slowly, sat there quietly, no matter whether it was bustling in the inn or the cold outside the window, these had nothing to do with Lu Xingyun.

At this time, Lu Xingyun looks like this to outsiders, but no one looks at it.

In fact, Lu Xingyun was still thinking about those things before, and he didn't have a clue until now. Despite this, Lu Xingyun's mind was still spinning, spinning at a high speed, as illusory and sharp as a spinning flying knife, and the stabbing head was oozing blood.

Of course, this is a sting in the mind, and it is impossible to really ooze blood. You know, the pain of the mind is the most painful pain in the world. At this time, Lu Xingyun was suffering from such suffering.

Lu Xingyun is a resolute person, but he is also a human being. Today's Lu Xingyun is very lonely, helpless, and helpless, and he needs a friend to listen to him. However, Lu Xingyun knew that he couldn't, because he was a swordsman, and even more so Lu Xingyun.

Before you know it, the day has passed. In the inn, I don't know when the fire was lit. However, instead of feeling warm, Lu Xingyun became colder.

This is a kind of coldness that is cold into the blood, cold into the bones, cold into the mind and spirit.

That rainy night three years ago, plus the appearance of the man in black last night. made Lu Xingyun fall into silence, as if he was dead, as if Lu Xingyun had returned to that rainy night three years ago.

However, today's Lu Xingyun is not the same as the Lu Xingyun of three years ago. That's what the Man in Black said last night, but the Man in Black was right. Because Lu Xingyun is indeed not the Lu Xingyun of three years ago.

It was already completely dark. At this time, there were almost no people in the inn. Lu Xingyun stood up and turned out the window. In addition to a woman's sword, Lu Xingyun doesn't know when he has an extra flute. I don't know what material it's made of. This flute is not wood or stone, it is black, and there is a faint flow of dark light. Lu Xingyun slowly raised his hand.

Outside the window, snowflakes are falling. The lonely and cold sound of the flute latent throughout the inn, the whole snowy night.

Xiao is desolate and lonely. Man is also desolate and lonely. It is as if the heavens and the earth are also desolate and lonely. The song ended, and a long time passed. Lu Xingyun turned around and sat down again.

But at this time, Lu Xingyun seemed to be a different person, smiled and drank a sip of gentian wine, and took a sip of the dish that had not been touched for a day, and Lu Xingyun regained his former look.

At this moment, in the inn, a white-haired old man by the fire said approvingly, "Young man, you are very good. I wonder if I can drink with you tonight?"