It was dark, but the snow was still bright, reflecting the newborn night.

The night is like the dawn of the morning light, flickering bright and dark, and the light is strange.

Someone was walking on the snowy road, creaking out of the footprints.

This road is not easy to walk, he doesn't want to go, but he has to go.

He had no other weapon on him, except a sword that resembled a sword.

A knife looks like a sword, and the person who made it is a little ridiculous.

But the knife was made anyway.

This path is like the road of life, but there are some things you don't want to do, but it's not a reason not to do it.

This road has ghosts and ghosts.

This road has Senluo Palace, and there are bull heads and horse faces.

He stopped, whether to continue walking or to turn back.

Decisions are sometimes just a matter of thought, and he hesitates.

He looked back, as if he was reluctant to give up on this beautiful world.

The fog of the snowy night shrouds the way forward.

The road ahead is a bloody abyss, or a raging wave.

He raised his head and clenched the knife he held in his hand, if it could be called a knife.

There must be something in this world that he can't give up.

Because there are things you care about, maybe you will have the courage to go on.

If you go, you won't return it.

That is gone, and it will not be returned.

Jianghu has always been a place to create legends.

Someone once said such a sentence, and it probably means so.

Where there are people, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. There is no way to retreat from the rivers and lakes, because where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

But grievances are not rivers and lakes.

Jianghu can represent rivers and lakes, a big reason is because it is vast, remote, and wild.

Open the book, and it is the rivers and lakes.

Drink Drink Drink ...... In the shouts of the people around him, a dry and thin old man was fighting with a young and strong man, and the table was full of fragments of bowls and wine jars, but there were ten bowls of rice wine on the table.

The ancient sawdust on the table and the cheering atmosphere, coupled with the mellow taste and fresh rice wine, are really inviting people to sing and indulge in wine.

The old man drank the mellow wine bowl after bowl, but the man was already red-faced, but he poured the wine from his throat one by one with his own perseverance in the shouts of the people around him.

But everyone has their own amount of wine, just like a glass has its own capacity, if the contents are at their limit.

Whether it is filled with coarse tea and fresh water, or what kind of elixir and jade liquid, I am afraid that it will have to overflow, and the so-called cup is overflowing, which is exactly this reason.

The big man only felt that his hands and feet were numb, but the originally mellow rice wine in the cup was also filled with the taste of sour gastric juice.

He only felt that the speed of pouring wine from the cup in his hand was getting slower and slower, and slowly, even the eyelids on his face began to numb.

At this time, he just wanted to lie down and sleep in the dark.

Hiccup, with a big wine burp, the northwest man fell to the ground like pushing a golden mountain and a jade pillar.

The shopkeeper hurriedly found a few servants to carry the drunken man to the guest room on the second floor to rest.

The old man's face became more and more red, and he didn't dare to fight with me, an old man, he closed his eyes slightly and muttered to the people around him.

The people around him were stunned, although this old man was dry and thin, the amount of alcohol was really unusual.

A few well-known drinking experts in the town, the old man who fought the wheel for several days, all stood up and lay down.

Seeing that no one responded, the old man trembled and picked up the cloth banner at his feet, and limped out of the shop.

I saw that on one side of the cloth banner was written: a pot of green mountains and green water, a wisp of fragrance to prolong life, and on the other side it was written that the immortals were guiding the way, hanging the pot to help the world.

In the countryside, Feng Shui is old. I'm afraid that's what I'm talking about.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the dilapidated threshold of the hotel, the old man's eyes on the back foot changed.

If you just look at these eyes, there are a pair of old man's eyes, and these are clearly the eyes of a naughty child.

After turning around, I came to a dilapidated alley, and in this dilapidated alley there was still a child in shabby clothes.

You little man, the old man worked hard to earn money, but you slept a lot from here. The old man's legs were not lame, and as he spoke, he took off the shoes on his feet and struck at the sleeping child.

Ah, who, scared the master to death, this young man was also violently beaten back to reality from Zhou Gong's place.

Move your lungs, old man, what did you just say, you also call making money, you are clearly a liar....woo, this old man covered the young man's mouth.

Are you looking for death, do you not want to spend it, the old man is angry and blows his beard and glares.

No, no, no, the young man suddenly became polite, and the old man really worked hard.

The old man looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, sulking. This old man is old, but his mind is like that of a child.

The old man, the old pedant, the old master....this young man really understands the old man's thoughts, and he can't stop praising the old man, the wind fairy, the wind senior.

Although this young man is not very old, he is born with ghosts and spirits.

Although the old man still had his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a hint of a smile. With a flick of his hand, a burlap money bag was thrown out of his sleeve, and there was a patch on it, and the young man hurriedly put it into his pocket. 、

Hurry up and leave when it's dark today, and you'll go out and find a boatman in a moment. While the old man commanded the young man, he changed into a cyan robe, and he stood with his hands in his hands, and he actually had a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

The patched purse was the last drunk Northwest man.