"The footwalk is gone......"

"Let's leave it at that......"

"Let's go!"

..................

Many yearn for the life of the prodigal son.

Because there is no restraint.

Borrowing a three-foot bright moon, holding two sleeves of green dragons, light swords and happy horses, wandering in all directions, wandering the world. When you are thirsty, you drink the morning dew, when you are hungry, you swallow the sunset, and when you are drunk, you will use the earth as a bed, and the sky will be a quilt, and the stars will accompany you......

Isn't this kind of life happy?

However, the prodigal son is actually the most miserable person, like a rootless duckweed, drifting between heaven and earth, and when the wind blows, he does not know where he will go.

The feet are scattered.

Gu Fengyang has since become a prodigal son, like that duckweed.

He staggered out of the hospital like a walking corpse, and he did not dare to stay long, for fear of seeing the old man lose his soul but pretend to be strong and pitiful.

So he fled.

After he escaped from the hospital, he saw Xinglong Bridge.

This bridge in and out of Beiping, the head of the bridge is stained with blood, and the piers are floating corpses, so in a very short period of time, it is regarded as an ominous place, and no one dares to approach.

But at this moment, on and off the bridge, people come and go, bustling, as if nothing has happened.

Many things, good or bad, don't matter as long as they don't happen to you.

The sun and moon continue to change as usual.

Life always goes on.

Gu Fengyang only glanced at the familiar bridge, then lowered his head and left in a hurry.

He took a step, jumping aimlessly, sometimes slowly, sometimes as fast as he could, and he refused to let himself stop, even if he didn't know where he was going.

Even for a moment!

He floated.

In his originally blank mind, faces suddenly appeared.

Grandfather who has passed away, parents who haven't seen him for many years, younger brothers and sisters......

All kinds of people I met after wandering alone.

Jiuxing Jianghu people, Qiao Guozhen, Qian Dayou, Cuihua, Picturesque, Xu Daoqing, Shang Yaming......

One after another, familiar and unfamiliar faces, like slides, were playing back and forth in Gu Fengyang's mind.

Suddenly, the picture stops and freezes on one of the faces.

It's a woman, with a beautiful appearance, a light smile, and a faint bookish atmosphere.

Xie Xiaoxiao!

Gu Fengyang stopped abruptly, looked up, and found himself standing in front of the newspaper office, and he remembered that he still had the female reporter's camera.

"Gotta give it back to her. He muttered to himself, and for a moment, full of energy, hurried home to get his camera, and then rushed to the newspaper office.

"Xiao Xiao is not here, I went to Jinmen. "It was a female reporter who received Gu Fengyang.

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know, I said that I went to the newspaper office in Tianjin to exchange and study, but if I played there, I don't know when she will come back. The female reporter said without raising her head.

"Well, thanks. ”

Gu Fengyang nodded, turned around, and was about to leave with the camera, when there was a muttering behind him: "It's another toad who wants to eat swan meat, and I don't look at what I look like!"

Gu Fengyang ignored it, but his pace was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he left the newspaper office and returned to the street.

But in half an hour, the atmosphere on the street suddenly became solemn, and there were many fewer pedestrians, and even if there were, they all hurried to their homes, and some of the people who were far away even walked directly into the nearest inn.

"What's going on?" Gu Fengyang lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were raised, looking around.

The pedestrians dispersed, but there were noticeably more agents, moving in groups, looking for something.

"The world is getting more and more restless!"

"Look at this posture, I am arresting the murderers of those two big cases. ”

"The murderer has been caught a long time ago, it is a woman from Xiaoheguo, who has been lurking in our Beiping for many years, and has only recently revealed her feet, and was caught by the great detective Shang Yaming, and was about to be taken to the prison, but was forcibly robbed by a man in black with a black knife halfway, so now the agents of the whole city have been dispatched, digging three feet into the ground to search for the traces of these two people. ”

"It's the wolf cub of Xiaoheguo again, these widows, they all deserve to die!"

"Shhh......h

There were three old gentlemen passing by, and the words of the conversation were neither light nor heavy, and they were all heard by the ancient style.

"It seems that Cuihua was arrested, but the fat man saved her again, and I don't know where the two of them are hiding......"

Gu Fengyang whispered, a little worried for no reason, and he hurriedly patted his head fiercely.

"Hmph, their lives or deaths have nothing to do with me! Yanhuang Kingdom and Xiaohe Kingdom have a blood feud for hundreds of years, and I am actually worried about the people of Xiaohe Kingdom?"

After settling down, Gu Fengyang also began to walk briskly, he could no longer wander the streets, so he could only return home as soon as possible.

He only took three steps, and suddenly a familiar call came from his ears: "Feng Boy." ”

Gu Fengyang trembled violently, he subconsciously turned around in place, but found that there was no one around, but the sound he heard a moment ago was obviously very real!

"Hey, what the hell!"

The detectives not far away saw the abnormality of Gu Fengyang and shouted loudly.

"Nothing, nothing, let's go. ”

After taking three more steps, Qian Dayou's call sounded again: "Feng Zai." ”

The voice is very ethereal, like a dream, more like a ghost crying!

And this time, Gu Feng was silent, and he continued to walk.

"Knife, the hegemon of the soldiers! Yan Huangguo's knife technique is ruthless, but Xiaoheguo's knife needs to be controlled by love, and there are seven kinds of feelings, hatred is the most, hatred is extreme, and it can pass through hell, and you can use this to perform the supreme knife technique, and there are three knives in the nose passage!"

Gu Fengyang never thought that Qian Dayou was actually explaining the knife technique, he didn't want to listen, he didn't want to learn the knife technique of Xiaoheguo, he walked faster and faster, he didn't know where Qian Dayou was hiding, but the voice in his ears was always there.

"The duel between life and death is only between the first line, so the battle between the two powerhouses pays the most attention to one word: fast!"

"The knife technique also needs to be fast, the speed of the knife technique lies in drawing the knife, I want to pass on your knife drawing technique to repay the kindness of many years. ”

Qian Dayou still didn't teach the three knives of the nasal passage, he taught the knife drawing technique.

"I know that in the history of Yanhuang Kingdom, there was a person named Fu Hongxue, his knife was called a magic knife, every time he stabbed, he would kill someone, as if it was unstoppable, and the reason for this was because his sword drawing technique was strong enough, and his knife was fast enough!"

"Xiaoheguo's sword drawing technique has been inherited for more than a thousand years, and it is more perfect than Fu Hongxue's knife drawing technique......"

Qian Dayou only said it once, but his words were like an imprint, remaining in Gu Fengyang's mind.

Gu Fengyang had already walked into Qingshui Lane, he covered his ears, and suddenly ran up, he yelled: "Bullshit knife drawing technique, Lao Tzu doesn't learn!"

With a roar, he rushed to the front of the house, pushed open the door, and suddenly saw a black figure wrapped in darkness, holding a long knife that was extremely black, slashing at him!

The sword shines like a long night!

When I looked closely, there was nothing.

There is no black shadow, no black knife, only a bare jujube tree......