Above Weishui.

A lonely boat.

The water is turbulent, but the lonely boat is not slow, and it is extremely stable.

It's night again, and this night there's a drizzle falling.

It's the time of night rain again.

A pot of wine was boiling in the cabin, and Gu Yue'an listened to the sound of the drizzle hitting the canopy, but remembered the past more than ten years ago.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

Maybe it's really premature before aging, because I don't know who said it, if a person always recalls the past, then this person is old.

Gu Yue'an inadvertently rolled up the white hair on her sideburns, but she felt as if she didn't know that old age was coming.

In the past ten years, it seems that a lot of things have happened, and it seems that it is, and it is just like that.

He remembered the battle on the river outside Pengcheng, the night rain was urgent, the autumn wind was cold, one person and one knife, fighting all over the world, as if it was just yesterday.

He thought of the rainy night in Chang'an City, fighting in the rain, as if he would never see the sun.

At that time, it was loneliness and loneliness.

This kind of loneliness and loneliness has not been around Gu Yue'an for a long time.

Tonight, but it was inexplicably entangled in his heart.

Perhaps, tonight, it is just right, déjà vu.

Gu Yuean stretched out his hand and probed the wine jug, the wine was already warm, he picked up the wine jug, poured two glasses, one for himself, and one for himself to be handed to Fu Modao, who was sitting cross-legged on the side.

That's right, this time, the chivalrous man he brought was Fu Modao.

It seems that everything goes back to the past, and on this night of night rain in the rivers and lakes, he once again did the Gu Yue'an, Gu Xiao'an.

Tonight, he broke into Chang'an alone, with one knife and one leaf boat and one pot of wine.

"Master Fu, please. He brought the wine to Fu Modao.

Fu Modao nodded and drank the cup with him.

The wine was drunk, and outside the cabin, the sound of knives had started.

It was said that it was the sound of knives, but it was actually the sound of shouting and killing, and someone shouted outside the cabin: "Gu Xiao'an, come out and die!"

Gu Xiaoan.

Hearing this name, Gu Yue'an laughed, what a familiar and unfamiliar title.

Although I don't know what's going on outside, this title alone is enough to make a big difference.

"I'll go first. Gu Yue'an raised his wine glass, and Fu Modao had already gotten up.

Gu Yuean nodded.

By the time he had finished his glass of wine, Fu Modao had already returned from the rain.

"It's your turn. Fu Modao sat down.

Gu Yuean poured him a glass of wine, picked up a knife and walked out.

Above the Weishui, the night is boundless.

In the darkness of the night, at this moment, there is a vast black shadow.

These black shadows, obviously without a boat under their feet, and their skills are not necessarily high, but they are floating on the water, blocking the direction of Gu Yue'an's lonely boat, as if they are a group of ghosts.

They are indeed a bunch of ghosts.

Because of each of them, Gu Yue'an knew it, Xuan Ming, Qin Shu, Tuoba Lengshan, Fenghuang, and many, many others.

These people are all people who once died under Gu Yue'an's knife, and now they have all become ghosts and have come back to seek revenge on Gu Yue'an.

Gu Yue'an remembered the leader of the vampire demon who attacked Chang'an City this time, nicknamed the Ghost King, this is probably the means of the Ghost King, turning the people who died under Gu Yue'an's knife into ghosts, calling to come, again, embarrassed him.

But at this time, Gu Yuean didn't feel embarrassed at all, but he felt that there was a joy like the reunion of old friends.

Because, enemies, too, are friends.

Of course, it is a joy to be able to reunite with friends.

Therefore, Gu Yue'an took out the knife, although, these ghosts, he may not need to get out of the cabin at all to push all the way over.

But tonight, he just wanted to wield a knife inexplicably.

Perhaps, that is, he misses the one a little bit, Gu Xiaoan.

With a swing of the knife, Gu Yuean didn't stop at all, returned to the cabin, drank a glass of wine, and said, "Master Fu, it's your turn." ”

Fu Modao didn't say much, and walked out of the cabin with the knife.

When Gu Yue'an drank another glass of wine, Fu Modao came back with the knife and said, "It's your turn." ”

They just like that, one person and one glass of wine, kept going in and out of the cabin.

Until all the wine Gu Yue'an bought was drunk, the ghosts on the Wei River were almost killed.

But it wasn't getting light yet, because the destination hadn't been reached yet.

Ghosts, and they didn't finish killing.

There was still the last pot of wine left, and it was warm on the fire, and Gu Yue'an and Fu Modao had just finished killing their hands.

"Master Fu, do you want to come and gamble?" Gu Yuean suddenly said with a smile.

"Bet on what?" Fu Modao is rare, interested in this kind of topic.

Or maybe it's a night like this, it's intoxicating.

How much time in a person's life can he indulge in drinking and killing?

People live in the world, they always want to do too much, but they can do too little.

Over the years, Gu Yuean has become more and more unhappy, and he has never understood it.

Tonight, he somewhat understood, that is, there were more and more things he had to worry about, and he couldn't go back, the time to call Gu Xiao'an.

I used to think that I would be famous all over the world, but when it really became famous, what would happen?

There is no other in the world, what a tooth.

In the past, Gu Yue'an didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, he felt that this sentence was too hypocritical, he tried everything and went to the highest place, how could he feel that he was so worried, wouldn't that be an insult to his desperate efforts all the way?

But, I'm really tired.

"Whoever kills the last ghost is entitled to drink this pot of wine. Gu Yuean looked at Fu Demon Knife.

Fu Modao was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Okay." ”

It's such a happy life to work hard to wield a knife just for a pot of wine.

"I've drunk this pot of wine!" Gu Yue'an suddenly exerted his strength and stabbed straight out of the cabin.

Because he already felt the last ghost.

Fu Modao didn't say anything, but his speed was not much slower than Gu Yue'an, they chased after me, as if they were not going to kill the last demon who felt strong and powerful, but simple, there was a pot of wine in front of him, it was up to him who ran faster.

But actually, that's it.

It doesn't matter at all who the ghost is, what matters is the drink.

Because this is a night of indulgence.

Although Gu Yue'an also recognized this ghost, it was once in the suburbs of Chang'an, on that rainy night, Gu Yue'an, Gu Chang'an, and Xie Yuliu tried their best to kill the master master, Yang Yanluo.

That night, they worked very hard to kill him.

Tonight, it's just a ghost with a knife.

In the end, Gu Yue'an was a little faster than Fu Modao, he killed the ghost with one sword, went back to the cabin to get the pot of wine, and poured the pot of wine in the raindrops, a cloud of turbid air gushed in his chest, and he was about to shout out who else was on the river back then, but he didn't shout a word after all.

Because the riverbank is almost here, Chang'an City is in sight.

The sky is getting brighter, and the rain is about to stop.

This night is finally over.