In this world, there are many things that cannot be resisted, such as withered flowers, passing water, and old people.

Time is like an invisible knife, piercing a person's body little by little, stripping away life and harvesting soul.

Liu Baiyi looked at his double ten appearance, more than ten years of sleep, that time seemed to have stagnated for him, and did not leave the slightest trace on his face.

The ice in his hand slowly melted, and he put on the mask of his left hand.

It has been more than three months since he woke up, and he has been precipitating what he has learned in the past and his own heart.

It's a pity that the entry behind closed doors is slow after all, and some time ago, it suddenly came out that Xie Xiaofeng was dead on the rivers and lakes, and countless people sighed when they heard it, and countless people breathed a sigh of relief.

And the man and the woman never came to him again, but they were also people who knew how to advance and retreat, maybe they didn't want to have too much contact with people like Liu Baiyi.

There are many terrible people in this world, there are powerful masters, there are hidden weapons that are famous in the Tang Sect, and there are masters who use poison.

And Liu Baiyi is not, he is a powerful master, but he is also a person, but also a person who kills decisively and carelessly, this kind of person is like a lone wolf walking in the snow, with self as the only one, to be precise, Liu Baiyi only has a sword in his eyes, or a broken void.

"The snow covers the sky, ......"

Liu Baiyi slowly closed the door of the blacksmith shop, looking at the getting heavier and heavier snow, he could hardly open his eyes, the cold wind carried the snow like a knife, and he felt that his skin was about to be cut.

Maybe only this kind of weather Liu Baiyi will like it, he muttered, there was a hint of enjoyment in his eyes, and his body seemed to melt with the snow as soon as he moved, the wind was still so urgent, and the ground was still flush with snow.

"Go, go...... Jiandu is destined to be ......"

Only a murmur was left in place, scattered in the wind.

......

Chunfeng Building, this is a green building, the scale is second to none in Baoding City, there is usually no lack of laughter of warblers and swallows, and there are some strange ** words coming out, which are all dusty, even if you are a beggar, but as long as you can take out the overnight money you are the uncle.

Jianghu people recognize fame and fame, while women in the wind and dust recognize money, one for money, and one for a night of spring breeze.

If it is freezing today, it is difficult to do business, although there are still women wearing thin clothes and standing at the door to solicit customers, but the passers-by are not dizzy and shivering by the heavy snow, and they don't have that mind at all.

And generally standing at the door to solicit customers are already getting old, because the perennial indulgence of wine has gradually faded, and the real appearance will only wait for people in the building to come by themselves.

The carefully painted makeup on the faces of those women gradually changed due to the wind and snow at the moment, and the lips were even more cold and blue, and there was still a little bit of beauty.

Yingge looked at the woman at the door silently, her face was a little sad, maybe she would be like this in a few years, now it is difficult to make a living in Baoding City without selling her art, she can barely make a living with a good voice, and she is always looking forward to the young man to redeem her so that she can get out of this wolf's den.

She thought, her eyes subconsciously looked at the snow outside, and her eyes suddenly flashed with a ray of surprise not long after she was in a trance, and she seemed to have inadvertently seen a pair of eyes looking at her from the snow, but the next moment she looked at what eyes, there were no ghosts in the snow, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was wrong.

"Yingge, the Jade Sword Boy is here, don't you go quickly by naming you to sing the song. ”

At this moment, the bustard's voice came from the second floor, and the loud voice was heard by almost the entire building.

Yingge's delicate face showed a touch of disgust, what kind of jade sword boy did the person say, but in fact he was a pervert, I don't know why he had been staring at her for this time, she hesitated for a moment but still went upstairs.

In the snow, however, a figure stopped.

"Jade Sword Prince, Jade Sword, that swordsmanship shouldn't be bad. ”

A whisper that seemed to be heard only by himself sounded, and then the man was gone.

In the room, Yingge was secretly calmly greeting the person not far away with the pipa, but his seemingly righteous and awe-inspiring face was ruined by those squinting eyes.

And beside the man's hand was a sword, a cyan sword, made of some unknown material, and it turned out to be like jasper.

The Jade Sword Boy didn't speak, just stared at Yingge vigorously, which only made her feel disgusted.

She didn't open her mouth when she saw this, she held the piano with her left hand and plucked the strings with her right hand.

She was terrified in her heart, and she was about to open her mouth, but suddenly her mouth was covered by the man.

"Don't shout, the bustard took me two hundred taels of silver, today, you are mine. ”

Jade Sword Gongzi attached to her ear, and as soon as she said it, Yingge's face suddenly became desperate.

But then Yingge's eyes suddenly widened, her pupils shrank, and she stared at the back of the Jade Sword Prince, as if she saw something incredible.

"Poof!"

Although the Jade Sword Boy is lustful, he may survive in the rivers and lakes, but at the same time as Yingge's eyes opened, he had already drawn his sword with his backhand, the speed was smooth and fast, and he had stabbed out five swords between turning around, sophisticated and vicious.

But then there was a look of surprise in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw that the window in the house opened at some point, and the snow drifted in, and in the snow, a person seemed to slowly appear, a man with white hair and a bronze mask.

He was looking at himself.

"Who are you?"

Jade Sword Gongzi's face turned a little pale for some reason, but the sword in his hand was a little faster as he asked.

"What?"

But then he was shocked, and saw that those few moves had not yet approached Liu Baiyi, and they were canceled out when they touched the drifting snow.

The eyes under the mask suddenly showed a hint of disappointment, and then slowly looked at Yingge.

"The tune is good. ”

A slightly hoarse voice came from under the mask.

"Can you play me another song? ”

The man said that he was already sitting in front of the Jade Sword Prince, and the Jade Sword Boy was frozen in place for some reason.

For some reason, this voice seemed to carry an invisible magic that Yingge couldn't refuse.

Gradually, the sound of the piano floated from the second floor, caught in the snow.

After a long time, the music disappeared and only snow remained.

"Good song. ”

The man glanced at the snow outside the house, praised slowly, and then reached into the arms of the jade sword boy and pulled it out, and when he came out again, he was already holding a stack of silver tickets in his hand, afraid that it would not be more than a thousand taels.

"For you. ”

Yingge listened to this sentence with some hesitation and some doubts, if she had this money, she could redeem herself, thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and took it, and as soon as she put it away, her eyes fainted.

And at this moment, the masked man walked out of the window and into the snow.

After a long time, I only heard a panicked scream, it was the person who delivered the refreshments, and suddenly the chickens and dogs jumped in the building.

The old bustard rushed over to take a look, and saw that the Jade Sword Boy had been dead for a long time, and his body was cold and blue like an ice cube frozen in place, and there was no wound, and Yingge also fell to the ground, and was woken up by everyone after a while.

When everyone asked about the person's appearance, no matter how Yingge remembered, he couldn't remember it, it was very vague, and he only remembered that the person seemed to have come out of the snow.

Everyone looked at each other in horror, and then they all looked at the snow outside the window.

"Woo ......"

The sound of the wind in the snow was like the whimper of a lonely soul.