The cold wind is chaotic for a long night, and the cold moon falls into the courtyard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Listen to the warmth in the moon building, and the cups are staggered. The dish was heated several times, and the wine was warmed several times. Hand in hand but enemies, the friendship formed from birth to death flows in the aroma of wine.

The people in the rivers and lakes live a life of swords and swords, life and death, and a farewell or a permanent secret. On the occasion of getting together, drinking wine in a big bowl and eating meat is sometimes just a helplessness in the face of an unpredictable future, holding the helplessness of having wine today and getting drunk today.

A feast not only has the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, but also the feelings of remembering the deceased, the passionate pride of treating each other with sincerity and deep affection, and the parting feelings of their respective worlds and reunions.

Zhen San had already had the idea of retreating, and this time his martial arts were lost, so he just retired to the countryside, regardless of the rivers and lakes.

Murong Yunxuan abandoned his wife and children, tested poison with his body, and lived for 16 years, and the imperial court's practice of killing the Red Fox Guard and annihilating fellow martial artists made him feel cold, not to mention that for more than ten years, he felt that he owed too much to his wife and daughter, and he only wished to find a quiet place for the rest of his life, accompany his family well, and enjoy the joy of family.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiaoma, Murong Yuxin, Shanyuan, and Nuan Wen said goodbye to everyone and headed west.

All the way hungry and thirsty, Xiaoxing overnight, three or five days later, then arrived at the border of Hubei, it was noon, four people were hungry, in the market to find a restaurant, planning to fill the stomach first before hurrying.

Although it is a border place, because it is the only way for the two provinces to go back and forth, it is often a shuttle of cars and horses, merchants and merchants, and it is always necessary to take a break to this place, so it is also prosperous.

A straight street in the town, most of the sides are some powder stalls, tea shops, restaurants and restaurants, people who come and go are in a hurry, but they are full of wine and food here, and the carriages and horses will resume their journey.

The four ponies found a restaurant, asked the horse maid to take care of the horses, and then entered the lobby with the shopkeeper.

The restaurant is full of people, the dishes are hot and the wine is fragrant, the business travelers, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes eat and drink with red faces and hot ears, drunk and slightly drunk, and the talk is nothing more than some glamorous and vulgar things, strange and strange theories.

The shopkeeper led the four ponies through the lobby and went straight to the second floor, where a guest just happened to check out and leave, vacating a square table near the window. The four of them approached and were about to sit down, and with a "whoosh", an axe was nailed to the table with a strong wind, and the edge of the blade was shining with cold light.

This is a blatant provocation!

The pony frowned and looked at where the axe had come from. At this time, seven or eight people came up from the other side of the stairs, the first one was about sixty years old, dressed in fine clothes, with a dignified appearance, eyebrows and sideburns, a long beard hanging down his chest, and a round and clear jasper wrench on the thumb of his right hand.

On the left side of the old man in a gorgeous costume is a middle-aged man with two knives at his waist, wearing a light purple power suit, with fine eyes and calm demeanor. The man on the right, however, was born with a fierce look, with a horizontal eyebrow, a straight hair, and an axe in his left hand, staring at the pony. The axe on the table should have been thrown by him.

The pony hurriedly glanced at a few strong men dressed as dart masters behind them, dressed in cyan suits, and embroidered with gold thread on the left side of their chests with a majestic lion.

"Golden Lion Dart Bureau?" Xiao Ma raised his eyebrows, the old man must be the old man of the chief dart head "Mad Lion" Di Rendi, and the two people next to him were his brothers "Whirlwind Knife" Ding Yue and "" Song Kui.

With a "bang", Shanyuan slammed his fist on the table and said angrily: "You thing with no eyes, how did you run to the monk's grandfather to spread wild?

"We've already booked that table, so let's go and wait. Song Kui said angrily, it seems that such a unique reservation method is a common thing.

The pony is strange in his heart, the darts are generally cautious and cautious, and will never cause trouble for no reason, but the Golden Lion Dart Bureau is imperious and deliberately provocative?

"Everything pays attention to first-come, first-served, and the Golden Lion Dart Bureau is not afraid of the laughter of fellow martial artists in this way?"

"Walking the rivers and lakes, whoever has a hard fist will be justified, could it be that you are the first day to break into the rivers and lakes?" Song Kui glared at the pony.

"Old man Di, do you want to listen to anyone's hard fists?" asked Pony.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, many times it is true, but it is just ......"

"It's okay to have Old Man Di's words. Xiao Ma slightly arched his hand and said to Shanyuan, "Monk, do you want to sit or not?"

Shanyuan picked up the axe on the table, threw it aside, sat down with a big grin, and shouted: "It's clear that we came first, so there's no reason not to sit down." ”

"Little Er, hurry up with good wine and food, monk, I have to hurry after eating and drinking. ”

"This ...... This ......" the shopkeeper snorted, but he didn't move a little under his feet.

Song Kui approached in two steps, and scolded: "I don't know good things, let Grandpa Song teach you a lesson." "Pick up a sand bowl and smash it at the pony.

With a wave of his left hand, the pony picked up the sharp axe on the table and slashed at Song Kui's throat like lightning, the blade of the axe was cold, and it touched the skin and bones.

Song Kui stiffly stopped his body, not daring to move at all, cold sweat was oozing from his sideburns, and Xiao Ma said coldly: "Since Old Man Di has spoken, it is your turn to be presumptuous here." If you want to talk about fists, it is naturally the monk who has the final say. If you don't believe him, try it with him. The pony said, removing the axe.

"The store is open for business, and if you do anything here, not to mention smashing the things here, it will not be appropriate to disturb the customers. It's easy to try your fist, just take a knife and try it. Murong Yuxin said.

The pony looked at Shanyuan and said, "Monk, show his hands and let him see what he knows." ”

Shanyuan rolled up his sleeves, put his fist on the table, and said, "Come on." ”

The pony has an axe in his hand and brings up a strong wind and slashes at the good fate, and someone at the wine table next to him is already frightened and closes his eyes, unable to bear to witness the bloody scene.

The axe and the fist collided, causing the sound of gold and iron resonating, Old Man Di frowned, and glanced at Ding Yue quietly.

"Forget it, third brother, there are two empty tables here, wouldn't it be better for us to put the tables together and sit together?" Ding Yue moved one step lightly, and he had already stepped out of the two feet and walked in front of everyone, revealing his light skills without a trace, which was really surprising.