After the snow, Namggyi Fortress.

Inside and outside the city, there is only recklessness and recklessness, stained with dust and frost.

Rooftops, city heads, treetops.

Silver and white, there is an indescribable beauty.

There is a way that Ruixue is a good year.

Snow watching, snow appreciation.

It is undoubtedly a blessing for Nanzhi Castle, which is located in the north and has no snow for many years.

Yesterday, at the time of the first snowfall.

A young man in a cloak led a red foal from the north.

The boy was not very old, but he looked like he was eleven or twelve.

Under the hat, there is a pair of good-looking eyes, like a woman.

In his hand, he carried a lantern in broad daylight.

The lantern is quite delicate, with white jade as the rod and green jade as the bone.

Among them, the candle flame, glowing with a pale yellow light, stands out in the snow.

On the lantern, there is a big word "win" written in seal.

When entering the city, the young man looked at the word "Nanzhi" on the city gate for a long time.

Suddenly, he smiled lightly.

Namzhi Fortress is, after all, a border city close to the Southern Regions.

It is very lively, and it lacks the unique tranquility of the border city.

Even if it's on such a snowy day.

In the heavy snowfall, the red plum and green branches are still blooming.

The boy entered the city, passed by the wine shop and teahouse, and heard the storyteller talking about the place of arising.

What the storyteller said happened to be exactly what the young man was interested in.

couldn't help but stop, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he stood in the wind and snow and listened quietly.

The old man, who was about the age of a sixtieth year, had a bit of the unique pride of the Jianghu people.

A bowl of liquor went into his throat, shook his fan and said: "Today, if you want to say that among the many talents of our Great Qin, the only one is none other than the seven sons. Don't talk about it far away, let's just say that the wonderful son who has lived in Nanzhi City for a long time won. ”

Speaking of this, the old man paused slightly, and the boy who was waiting next to him was very eye-catching, and immediately took the wine cup on the table and poured a full glass for the old man.

The old man smiled, raised his glass again, took a sip, and said leisurely: "In this world, among the seven sons of Great Qin, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. But in the eyes of the old man, the domineering of the emperor, the ruthlessness of the poisonous son, the trickery of the evil son, and the thousand faces of the demon son...... Let's not talk about Miao Gongzi's indescribable background, just talk about his amazing poetry and painting Danqing, which can be unparalleled in the world. ”

In the audience, there are many listeners.

For the seven sons of the Northern Regions, most of them only heard of them and did not cover their faces.

Today, I can hear one or two of them.

Naturally, they are all in high spirits.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the applause continued.

Reward, and you won't be too stingy.

After a short time, there were high-rollers in the building who continued the old man with an altar of ten years of 'Tusu Laojiao', just hoping that the old man would stop talking about the high tide, and suddenly came to the sentence "I want to know what will happen next...".

Even though he knew that the old guy was also hearsay, he couldn't stop the interest of the listeners.

I can only hear the sound of "pop!"

got good wine, and the storyteller naturally didn't want to refute the interest of the listeners.

Haha smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Suddenly, the folding fan in his hand stretched out, "As the saying goes, there is no desire to see the wonderful." Some people say that this river and lake is Shura Field, but some people say that it is a golden township. On the contrary, too many ichthyosaurs are intoxicated. Kyushu Baishi, there are few people who are truly awake. In this world, there are few people who can live in the rivers and lakes like Miao Gongzi, but they are in charge of life alone!"

"Old man, what we want to listen to is not these boring gossip, let's have some real things!"

In the audience, I don't know who shouted.

For a while, the sound of inverted colors was everywhere.

There are many people who like to be lively.

I thought I could listen to some of the 'gossip' of the wonderful boy.

But who wants to tell stories on stage, the old man is very hateful.

Speaking of which, they are all chewing words, just like those masters.

If you don't hear what you want, you don't want it.

The old man didn't care, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you really want to hear it?"

"Nonsense!"

"If the old guy is fooled like this again, don't blame the brothers for smashing the field!"

"That is, we have all spent silver, and this silver cannot be spent in vain!"

......

......

The teahouse was boiling, and the shopkeeper who was still happy to count the silver couldn't help but have a white face.

These reckless dragons and snakes are not lacking in ruthless characters.

It is a small matter to make trouble and injure the elderly, but it is nothing more than to compensate some silver taels.

But if you smash the tables and chairs in the store, you can't even repair it.

"Good!"

The old man's hand fell heavily on the table, and the audience fell silent in an instant.

To say, you can hold the bowl of rice of 'storyteller'.

The old man really has some 'dry goods' in his stomach.

I only heard him say, "Then let's talk about it, eleven years ago, outside the Black Emperor City, Miao Gongzi killed a hungry tiger and saved the raccoon cat." ”

Its sound is like a bell.

"That year, Miao Gongzi was just seven years old. On that day, the Great Qin Holy Emperor patrolled the hunt, and many of the winners' children followed ......"

The tone is light and flat, making the listeners feel like they are there.

Outside the building, the snow fell like goose feathers.

At the end of the road, the corners of the young man's lips raised slightly, "Miao Gongzi, I can't imagine it, but I haven't seen him for a few years, and the eldest brother is so famous now......"

"Eight elegances in life, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops and tea. Glancing down at the lantern in his hand, the young man said to himself, "Big brother, are these really what you want?"

In the building, with the ups and downs of the story in the mouth of the storyteller, the audience was full of people from the rivers and lakes, and they couldn't help but be fascinated.

Or lament, or sigh.

The old man said 'Miao Gongzi bent his bow and shot the tiger', and the listeners were eager to do so.

The old man said, 'Miao Gongzi leaned over to save the tanuki,' and the audience cheered.

Since ancient times, the tiger has been a symbol of the strong.

Rivers and lakes, temples.

Much so.

Slaughtering tigers, not to mention slaughtering tigers when they were young.

The danger is self-evident.

When the story ended, the listener was still immersed in it and could not come back to his senses.

To say, what the old man said is not false.

It is true to fight tigers to save cats, and it is also true to kill tigers with bare hands.

It's just performed by the storyteller, and it has a bit of a heroic taste.

Unconsciously, he suppressed the momentum of several other sons who were also the seventh sons......

And the old storyteller was so happy, while putting the awakening wood and the silver reward into his sleeve, he sighed lightly: "If you want to say that in this world, who can compare with Miao Gongzi at the same age, I am afraid that only the Holy Emperor Li Taibai of the Zhou Dynasty in the Western Regions is at this age!"

After speaking, the old man took the boy and said hello to the shopkeeper, and walked leisurely towards the outside of the building.

I looked up and took a look at the snowstorm.

The old man smiled faintly and said, "The cold wind doesn't know each other, and it disturbs the flying snow for no reason." ”

When I look down, my smile is gone.

He sighed and spoke softly, "Like our ancestors, we have turned Kyushu into a field and buried the supreme seed in one great world after another. But I don't know, can Kyushu bloom another long-lasting and invincible flower in this world? Time, it's really running out!"

The voice was soft, as if asking himself.

When his gaze fell on the boy holding the lamp not far away.

The old man finally had a smile on his face.

Holding the horse forward, the young man bowed his head and said respectfully: "Mo Lao......"

Bowing slightly, the old man looked at the white jade lantern in the young man's hand, and asked with a smile: "It seems that the little county lord has gained a lot from entering the Qinling Heavenly Tomb this time, but I don't know how many halls he has entered?"

The corners of the young man's lips curled slightly, and his eyes were light, "Fortunately, thanks to the guidance of many senior brothers in Momen, Ying Yao lives up to expectations, and this time he will finally enter the tenth hall!"

"Not bad!" patted the young man on the shoulder, the old man's eyes were kind, "As soon as I came out of the Heavenly Tomb, I came to Nanzhi City, I guess the little county lord didn't come to see your brother?"

"Giggles, I'm naturally here to see my eldest brother. The boy smirked, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, he said seriously: "This time I came out, I just heard that that demon boy is also hiding in this Nanzhi City, and I am here to find trouble for him!"

"Huh?" The old man was slightly stunned, puzzled: "I'm afraid you've never met the demon boy, why do you want to find trouble with others?"

"I heard back from a few senior brothers in the Black Emperor City that this demon boy dared to rob my sister-in-law. The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered: "The eldest brother is willing to be a turtle with a shrunken head, and he doesn't fight or rob, that's his business!

Knowing the character of the young man in front of him, the old man couldn't help but feel a headache with black lines on his head, and said: "Those little beasts are really talkative, they should be punished!"

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The next day, dawn.

In the castle lord's mansion, the apricot blossoms are full of trees after the snow.

The apricot blossoms are dotted, adding a bit of vigor to the huge mansion.

I didn't sleep all night, but Liu Xiaofan didn't feel sleepy at all.

Standing in the snow, caressing the wounds on your hands, thoughtfully.

Apricot sleet, full of clothes.

Without warning, Liu Xiaofan couldn't help but sneeze.

Rubbing his nose, he said in his heart, 'There is a way to think and scold, I don't know who is talking to me like this?'

He smiled, and was about to turn around and go back to the house.

Only then did he turn around, and the smile on his face couldn't help but freeze.

The girl surnamed Nanli stood behind her.

At this time, two people, nose tip next to nose, breath can be heard......

"Brother Xiaoman..."The girl's cheeks couldn't help but turn red, and she lowered her eyebrows and said cowardly: "I... I thought that you hadn't slept all night, and that you must be hungry, so I cooked some porridge. ”

As he spoke, he handed the food box in his hand to the young man, and said softly: "I don't know, does it suit your appetite?"

"Eh, Hu Niu'er, I ......" The young man was just about to speak, but he was gagged by Nanli Su raising a spoon.

A mouthful of hot porridge entered his throat, and Liu Xiaofan couldn't help frowning.

This girl doesn't know how to blow!

Nan Lisu only felt that his earlobes were hot, looked up at the young man, his eyes blinked, and he asked with an expectant expression, "Is it delicious?"

Liu Xiaofan forced a smile and said with a slurred speech: "Hmm, it's delicious!"

Nodding with great satisfaction, Nan Lisu raised the porcelain spoon in his hand again, and said happily: "Then, eat another spoonful!"

Hurriedly snatched the spoon in his hand, and the young man said, "Tiger girl, I'll just come by myself!"

"Oh..."Nan Lisu was a little disappointed, stuffed the food box into Liu Xiaofan's arms, and whispered: "That... When Brother Xiaoman is finished eating and is about to leave, remember to call me, and I will send you and Sister Xiaoyue. ”

"Good!"

Liu Xiaofan nodded and looked at the girl's back.

For no reason, sighed.

Nan Lisu's thoughts, how could he not know.

It is precisely because she knows that she has to stop at the bud.

For this 'tiger girl', he has always only been regarded as a sister.

Once upon a time, it was.

In the future, the same will be true.

Even, when they were children, the memories of the two playing together were already very vague, and some of them were faintly unclear.

I just vaguely remember that on the day the little girl left, it rained heavily in Suzaku City.

On that day, he lay on the city wall.

Standing in the rain, standing for a long time.

Close your eyes and open them again.

More than ten years have passed.

At the time, it was not possible to keep it.

Now, there's no reason to stay.

The word love has been the same since ancient times.

Smoke the gods and stain the bones, and mistakenly kill the common people.

Only if you don't look forward to it, you won't be hurt.