In ancient times, there was a scholar who made a single word, the single question of the poor hatred of snow: ancient

The wind is blowing on the ground, and this snow is just right. Tear the flocculents, cut a few pieces as big as a canopy. Seeing the bamboo house in the forest, he was overwhelmed by him. A wealthy family, but it is too little to say that the miasma is too little. Xiang is a red furnace of animal charcoal, and he wears cotton clothes. Hand fold plum blossoms, sing the auspiciousness of the country, do not think of the poor and small. There are ghosts in the high bed, chanting many poems and grass. Pick up

This passage from Zhai is excerpted from "Water Margin", describing the situation before Lin Chong angrily killed Lu Qian and Fu'an.

At this moment, Lin Chong was no longer entangled in whether to trust the imperial court. I slept last night, and I had a dream in confusion, in which he went to Liangshan and sat on a chair, and later was recruited and fought by Wang Qing to beat Fang La. In the end, it didn't end well. Now he has only one conviction. I have to live myself. The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is flying for thousands of miles, but it was ignited by a fire and a dream, and he lived a free and easy future.

The snow was getting smaller, Lin Chong yawned, sighed, and took out a wine gourd from his waist, he drank the wine in a big gulp, and went all the way north. He was no longer young.

The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and in each wrinkle was a carving of misfortune. The phrase repeated in his mouth: "Assassin Assassin, if you slander me as an Assassin, I will be an Assassin." "Killing people doesn't need to be open, the world owes me too much, why do I need to repay it.

Lin Chong actually dug a pit in the snow, buried the gun 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 what was buried in the snowdrift was like a future that he had previously thought he had. Seal your wife and serve the country.

I saw deep in the sparse forest ahead, mixed with trees, and several grass huts in the distance, pressed by snow. There was fire in the cracks in the broken walls. Lin Chong threw himself into the thatched hut. Pushing open the door, I saw a young man roasting on the fire, holding a chicken leg in his hand, and eating it slowly. Lin Chong stepped forward directly, and before he could make a promise, he had an extra chicken leg in his hand. Lin Chong was very hungry, bit up, and looked up carefully.

The boy's eyebrows were thick, his eyes were large, and his straight nose made his face look thinner.

This face is easily associated with a wolf, determined, and cold.

But this is also the most handsome face Lin Chong has ever seen, handsome is capital. The same is true in the 21st century. Lin Chong opened the gourd and poured a mouthful. Throw it to the teenager. The young man suddenly said, "I have." After speaking, he picked up a blue and white porcelain wine bottle on the left side of his body and took a small sip. Lin Chong noticed a sword placed on the ground, strictly speaking, it really didn't look like a sword, it didn't look like a gun, the front half was a stunning sword, but the back half was a long cylinder, like a sword was installed on a gun.

Rustling and rustling, a group of horses stepping on the snow, listening to the sound, there are a lot of them. The young man continued to drink, and in Lin Chong's opinion, it was not appropriate for the young man to drink, and the young man's face was already slightly red. The door creaked open, and Peng slammed it shut again.

Seven or eight big men came into the small hut in an instant, all wearing swords at their waists, and they also sat next to the fire as if they hadn't seen anyone, and one of them, a bearded man, pushed Lin Chong. The bearded man said, "It's okay to go home early." ”

Lin Chong frowned and said, "This is my home, you should first ask the master if you welcome it?"

Although Lin Chong was talking to the person behind him, his eyes kept staring at the sword in the young man's hand.

The bearded man said, "I only ask about the sword in my hand." ”

Lin Chong smiled and said, "Without a sword, you are not welcome at all." The bearded man's hand shook and he was about to pounce. A white-faced man next to him hurriedly stopped. "Second brother, more is better than less. ”

Rustling, another herd of horses came, "They really didn't run far" like a warbler's cry.

Two figures were blown in by the wind like snowflakes. A tuft of black hair coiled on top of his head. Their faces were covered with a fine veil, revealing only two eyelets, and one pair of eyes were as bright as paint, and both of them were dressed in bright red cloaks. The clothes are a little tight, and the full place makes people reverie. There are still snowflakes on it that haven't shaken off.

The meaning is obvious, we are beauties, toxic beauties.

Only the eyes of the young man, all the time looking at the fire, from time to time to add a little firewood, out of nowhere took out a pheasant and roasted it, there was no hair loss, the smell of burning feathers in the snowy air has a different fragrance.

The beautiful woman in red walked in slowly, already holding the sword in both hands, the sword was a little thin, and it was glowing with fire.

The bearded man stood up and smiled reluctantly:

"The two girls have high surnames, forgive me for being clumsy"

Lin Chong also walked behind the young man. Everyone knew that he was going to protect him, but the boy was unmoved, and still roasted pheasants.

The white-faced man suddenly said: "You are the 'unparalleled in the world'"

His voice was sharp, urgent, and still trembling, but his hand shook, and suddenly there was a long black and slender soft sword in his palm, and he shook this belt-like soft sword head-on, and it was already trembling straight. "We are not afraid of you".

One of the beautiful women in red touched the blade of the sword with her little finger, and said word by word: "We don't need you to be afraid, we just want your lives!" The voice was cold, and the snowflakes on her chest did not fall.

The white-faced man suddenly stood up and kicked at the fire. The sword also shot.

But before his toes were close to the fire, a stream of blood rained down from the base of his leg and sprinkled on the fire. The fire was a little smaller.

Everyone's eyes were straight, and the broken leg fell into the fire. The sword was broken in half, half stuck in the broken leg, creaking and smelling worse than a feather.

One of the beautiful women in red said, "Thank you, little brother, but we don't need help." The boy added a small piece of wood to the fire. It's not about me: "I just don't like it when someone kicks me for making a good fire, the fire is beautiful, no one can spoil it"

Hearing this, Lin Chong seemed to be surprised, but he was also very happy, and at the same time very curious. The boy didn't need to protect himself at all. The young man's face still looked so lonely and stubborn. The light of the fire was imprinted on his face, and it was magnificent. But I didn't feel the warmth yet. There was no blood on the sword beside the boy. There are only two cases when there is no blood, one is that the sword is too fast, and the other is that the sword is not moving.

The bearded man looked at the white-faced man: "Do you want to?" The white-faced man nodded painfully, the white light flashed, and the white-faced man twisted, stiffened, and did not move. The white-faced man had an extra hole in his chest. The remaining seven bowed to the corpse, raised their left hands with two fingers to the sky, and muttered words in their mouths.

Sure enough, the rules are good, the beauties in red are watching quietly, they seem to be used to seeing them,