Although it was very cold, Yehua could not see a trace of frost and snow.

In the middle of the city, even if the house is well built, the surroundings are always quiet.

What's more, this place, even at night when ordinary people have already slept, is not quiet.

Song Qi is a person who likes to be quiet, but his daughter likes to be lively.

The room was burning incense, the walls were hung with the calligraphy and paintings of the Sun family, and the closet was placed with a porcelain bottle imitating the style of the former Tang Dynasty.

There was a stove on the table, and a pot of sake was warm on the stove, but the most conspicuous thing was the two hands on the table, one white and slender, the other dry and rough, full of calluses.

But there is one thing in common, that is, both hands are steady, lying on the table, without even the slightest tremble, like two peach branches growing on the table.

Even the knives and swords that hung on the table were no longer visible.

Song Qi's hands practice swords all year round, and the wind and snow do not stop, so they are dry and rough, full of calluses, and what he has in his hand is naturally the mountain-breaking sword.

Diagonally opposite the knife is a delicate folding knife.

"Are all the people in the Baili family like you?"

He was the first to speak.

The person on the other side is naturally a hundred miles away.

Hearing this, he smiled softly, this time except for himself, and a few old men on Zhuangzi, no one knew that he had left Wanzhou and appeared in Yehua City so quietly.

After so many years, he was only so close to the city called Chang'an again, as if it was within reach.

But he knew that since the day he left all those years ago, he would never come back again.

When his thoughts returned to the present, he also smiled softly, unceremoniously reached out to take down the wine that was still warm, poured two glasses, and pushed one in front of Song Qi, and said, "How can the people of the Baili family be as chic as me." ”

Song Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "I have admired the name for a long time, but I didn't expect that Baili Chaohua is also a young man who can joke." ”

"Your Excellency is disappointed?"

Song Qi shook his head and said, "All the people who were disappointed in you regretted it. ”

"Brother Mingzhe knows a lot. ”

Baili Chaohua raised his wine glass and drank it all, with a faint plum blossom makeup still painted in the corners of his eyes.

Song Qi didn't drink, and said, "Although I know a lot, it's not much, but I still can't guess, what do you want to do here?"

"Naturally, I want to see you, is it difficult to see your daughter?"

Baili Chaohua said with a smile, but he vaguely caught a glimpse of Song Qi's brows furrowed, his hand had already clenched the hilt of the sword, the corners of his eyes twitched a little, and then said: "Just kidding, you don't have to be so serious." ”

Song Qi let go of the hilt of the sword and said, "I'm not a person who likes to joke. ”

"You can see it. ”

"So, if you have something to say, please speak up. ”

Baili Chaohua nodded and said, "Actually, I want to invite you to go to Guanwai." ”

Song Qi's expression was calm, as if he had already guessed the intention of Baili Chaohua, and said: "Life is comfortable in Guannei, and I am accompanied by my daughter, why should I go to Guanwai." ”

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. ”

Hearing this, Song Qi just sneered and said: "The army outside the border has won consecutive battles, and the good news is frequent, when it is time for the world to rise and fall, if there is really that day, I will take action, or you will worry about it." ”

Baili Chaohua tapped his fingers on the table, the smile on his face did not decrease, but his voice was a little cold, and he said, "What Li Wenshuo said is really right. ”

Hearing this name, Song Qi was a little surprised and said, "What did he say?"

"You're not a likable guy. ”

For a moment alone, Song Qi's brows were raised many times, and his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword again, but before he could speak, Baili Chaohua spoke.

"No need to draw your sword, I'm not your opponent now, but when it comes to breaking the army, you're not my opponent either. ”

Song Qi didn't let go of the hilt of his sword, and said coldly: "I know this, no one in the Xuanche realm is my opponent. ”

Baili Chaohua sneered, his waist was straight, but he didn't reach his folding knife, as if the person in front of him, whether it was that person or that sword, was not in his eyes.

"When do you say it's time for the world to rise and fall? I'll tell you!"

"Since you know my Baili family and know who Baili Chuanhong is, have you ever heard of the School Palace?"

Song Qi nodded and said, "I know a little bit about it." ”

Suddenly, his body trembled, his face was full of incredulity, and he said: "Impossible, that group of guys, in addition to refining pills and seeking immortals in the deep mountains, how can they do other things." ”

"Then who knows. ”

Song Qi got up and paced back and forth in the room, obviously, his knowledge of the Academy Palace was not as simple as knowing a little bit about it.

"Why did the Academy help those barbarians?"

"I don't know. ”

"What do you know?"

"I know your daughter is beautiful. ”

Song Qi's expression froze, and when he turned to look, Song Xue stuck out his tongue on the head of the window, and immediately retracted it.

Song Qi smiled bitterly, sighed, sat back, and said very calmly: "Let Mr. Baili laugh." ”

Baili Chaohua continued to drink and said, "Drunk people can't see anything. ”

A rare smile appeared on Song Qi's face, and he said: "In this case, Mr. Baili can just say what plan he has, Song is just a brave savage in the rivers and lakes, but wherever he can help, he will never refuse." ”

Baili Chaohua said with a smile: "In the face of the people of the Academy, no matter how clever the plan is, it will not be used, and it is thousands of miles away, just to say these few words to Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang must keep it in mind." ”

Song Qi was sitting precariously, with a rare seriousness on his face, and said with a straight face: "Mr. Baili, please speak." ”

"In the face of the school palace this time, the two sides will inevitably face each other, but it has not reached the time of irreconcilability, I only hope that Mr. Song will see the opportunity to act, and when the sword is released, don't lose the courage of my children in the rivers and lakes. ”

If ordinary people heard this, they would inevitably rise up angrily, and even draw their swords at each other, but Song Qi knew what Baili Chaohua meant, so he just nodded and expressed his attitude.

Seeing this, Baili Chaohua drank three cups in a row, raised his head and laughed, and pushed the door away.

It's just that when he was leaving, Song Qi asked again: "I don't know where the umbrella holder is now?"

"Murder went. ”

......

Ten miles outside Chang'an City, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and a branch condenses into a string of snow, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

There are more than a dozen two-story buildings in the plum blossom forest, and there are more than a dozen old masters with strange tempers and dozens of handymen living in the buildings.

The old man of Tianji sat on a bamboo chair, with a large piece of fur under his body, and wrapped himself tightly.

He was obviously sitting in the room, looking up, but the starry sky was all in sight.

At some point, a hole opened in his roof.

The cold wind poured in from the top of the cave, even if the earth dragon was burned, it was still cold in the room, and the old man of Tianji's face was pale, and the heavy folds covered his eyes, and he didn't care.

"You go too. ”

"Where to go. ”

The butcher stood silently beside him, his face covered with iron, and his head still covered with a hat that covered half of his face.

"Go wherever you want, take revenge, kill people, as long as you're not here. ”

"You still want me to go to Kanwai, right? ”

The butcher's voice was still so indifferent, but the old man of Tianji was still just muttering to him, go where you want to go, as if he couldn't hear his voice anymore.

The butcher walked up to the front of the old man, was silent for a long time, and then turned away.

On the last day of the third year of the Apocalypse, as in countless years in the past, the firecrackers crackled and thought, colorful fireworks exploded in the sky above Chang'an City, from the palace to the ministers, and then to the homes of ordinary people, people were all laughing and laughing......

It was on this night that an old man wrapped in a fur closed his eyes forever.