Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow will stop, the wind is unsettled, and a carriage comes from the north, and the rolling wheels crush the ice and snow on the ground, but it cannot crush the loneliness between heaven and earth. Li Xunhuan yawned, stretched his two long legs as far as possible on the soft mink, although the trunk was very warm and comfortable, but this journey was too long, too lonely, he not only felt tired, but also felt very disgusted, what he hated in his life was loneliness, but he often lived with loneliness.

Life is full of contradictions, and no one can do anything about it.

If a person feels lonely, he always wants to do something to dispatch that loneliness.

He picked up a knife and began to carve a portrait of a thin and sharp blade, his fingers slender and powerful. It was a portrait of a woman, and with his skillful technique, the contours and lines of the figure seemed so soft and graceful that it seemed to be alive. He not only gave her moving lines, but also gave her life and soul, because his life and soul had slipped away from under the blade.

Li Xunhuan actually dug a pit in the snow, buried the freshly carved figure deeply, and then he stood in front of the snowdrift stupidly. His fingers were frozen, his face was red from the cold, and his body was covered with snowflakes. But he didn't feel cold at all, and the snowdrift was like one of his closest people, and when he buried 'her', his own life became meaningless.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be surprised to see him behave like this, but the big sweat who was driving the car seemed to be used to it, and just said softly: "It's getting dark, and the road ahead is still very long, young master, get in the car quickly!"

There were many solid pieces of pine wood under the saddle, and Li Xunhuan began to carve again, his technique refined and skillful, because he was always carving the same person. This man has taken possession not only of his heart, but also of his body.

The carriage continued to walk, and the white snow could not hide the traces of the carriage, and a figure that was integrated with silver and white had already appeared in the place where Li Xunhuan had originally buried the statue. Among the strange mirror masks, thousands of snow scenes are intertwined, which is very spectacular and wonderful.

The figure shot very quickly, and the snowflakes fell from the top of his head, and before he could fall to his waist, the figure's right hand was already submerged in the snow. In the next moment, the right hand had snatched a delicate statue out from under the snow and dirt.

Under the cold mask, there was a sneer, and then the right hand flipped over, and the statue had fallen into a cloth bag that was already a little swollen behind the strange man.

Heavy snow covered everything that had happened here, and soon everything was dull again.

No matter how long the road covered by the wind and snow is, there will eventually be a time when it will come to an end, and I don't know how far I have walked, and a small town finally appears at the end of the road.

The inn in the town is not big, and when it is full of travelers who are blocked by the wind and snow, it is extremely crowded and lively.

In the courtyard were a dozen empty dart carts covered with straw mats, which were also covered with snow, and under the eaves on the east side, a sauce-colored dart flag with gold trim was obliquely inserted, which was blown so waxy by the wind that one could hardly tell whether it was a tiger or a lion embroidered with gold thread.

"The Golden Lion Dart Game has reached ......"

As soon as the strange man finished speaking, he saw a person with a snow hat in his arms and a burden under the snow hat rushing out of the inn as if he were running for his life.

He had a yellow, thin, ugly face, which looked like the head of a yellow wax. His ears were small, but his nose was so large that it took up almost a third of his face, squeezing his eyes to the ears. But his gaze was vicious and sharp, like the eyes of a rattlesnake.

Under the tight black clothes, his body is also like a poisonous snake, slender, tough, wriggling at all times, and sticky and wet, which makes people feel both frightened and disgusting.

Such a look, such a dress, plus the cloak behind his back that was stained white with blood, and his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Except for the black snake, one of the two snakes that has made a great name in the Yellow River area in recent years, I am afraid there is no one else.

"Looking at you in a hurry, the White Snake is probably dead......"

The light, the black light, flashed and came straight to the throat of the strange man.

Black Snake doesn't like to talk to living people, thinking that talking will waste the best time, the best time to kill. He likes to talk to the dead, and only in this way will he feel that rare peace and security.

However, the next moment, the black snake's eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth was slightly apart, as if he wanted to say something. However, he did not have any chance to say another word, because his sword had pierced his throat at this moment.

The strange man's index finger and middle finger were gently clamped on the black snake's sword body, watching the luster fade from the black snake's eyes, the strange man shook his head, put down his right hand, and said to the black snake: "I wanted you to live a little longer, but it's a pity that ......"

With that, the strange man had already stretched out his hand and pulled out the burden from under the black snake's side.

With a flick of his wrist, he saw that the burden had been completely opened, and a golden cuirass had appeared in the stranger's hand.

"If you want to get rid of the plum blossom thief, you must first get the golden silk armor, if you want to say that if you want to get rid of the plum blossom thief, you must first practice sunflower skills to ......"

Footsteps, three footsteps, two light in front and one heavy in the back. After Tie Chuanjia came out with a few jars of wine, Li Xunhuan and a wolf-like boy in front of him suddenly stopped.

A dead man is standing in front of the three of them, and the face of a dead man will never look good, and this face is especially hideous and ugly, with a pair of vicious eyes that bulge out like a dead fish.

Ah Fei lost his voice and said, "This is the black snake!"

Li Xunhuan pondered, and suddenly said, "Do you know who killed him?"

Ah Fei said: "I don't know. ”

Li Xunhuan said: "It's the burden." ”

Ah Fei frowned and said, "Baggage?"

The baggage obviously doesn't kill, but the one who takes the baggage will.

Li Xunhuan said: "The burden has been on the table, and I haven't paid much attention to it, but after the black snake left, the burden was gone, so I think he deliberately made that crazy appearance, just to attract the attention of others, so he could take the opportunity to snatch the burden away." ”

Ah Fei said: "Hmm. ”

Li Xunhuan said: "But he didn't expect that the burden would bring him death, and the person who killed him must have been for that burden." ”

He somehow took the knife in his hand, stroked it gently, and muttered, "What is in that baggage? Why are so many people interested in it? Maybe I should have brought it over last night to see." ”

The wind is blowing, and it's cold with snow, and it's a little cold! )