Chapter 1: The Drinker

The bluestone streets are no longer visible with blue rocks, and the rocks are already covered with snow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cold wind blew like a knife on the pedestrians, and everyone couldn't help but tighten their clothes and hastened their pace towards home.

There may not be a wife or son at home, but at least there is a warm stove, which is much better than staying in the freezing streets.

It was only halfway through the hour, and the sky was still dark—there was no moon or starlight in the sky, only the not-so-bright lights that illuminated the town, which seemed to have been abandoned by the gods.

There were only three or two pedestrians on the street, and Liu Changjie was one of the three or two pedestrians, who was hurrying home with two jugs of wine.

He is a native of the town, the year is approaching, there are a lot of thieves, but there are not a few cases of thieves in this town, he has returned to the house to rest long before the unitary time, he even plans to sleep until dawn and then get up, but when the sky is about to darken, there are two unexpected guests at home, so he had to get up and go out to the restaurant owner who is also ready to close down to buy two pots of bitter wine that is a specialty of the town.

He has a friend who has wandered the world and has a soft spot for this kind of bitter wine that is less than five cents, but he hasn't seen this friend for nearly half a year since the last goodbye, and he doesn't know if this old friend is okay.

A bleak cold wind thought of it on the street, and Liu Changjie also shivered, and his original contemplation was also shattered by this coldness, and he also quickened his pace.

Liu Changjie has no home, he has a house, but there is no one else in the house except him. There are few guests in his house on weekdays, and as for the New Year, he has always spent it alone in the cold, but this time there are people to accompany him, and there are two guests who come from thousands of miles to accompany him.

A carriage of good materials, excellent carving skills, and horses of thousands of miles was parked in front of the humble house, and the horses were just hanging casually from a willow tree, and there was no one around to guard them, and everyone was already sitting in the house.

There were two people in the house, and these two people were naturally the guests who went to buy wine and entertain Liu Changjie, and one of these two people looked like they were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and their faces were very pale, as if they had suffered a serious illness a long time ago, and they had not looked good so far.

There is also a guest is a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt and linen clothes, the middle-aged man looks very wooden and polite, even if Liu Changjie is gone, this middle-aged man still stands straight on one side like a spear, a pair of eyes that look matchless and dull do not have a little bit of the figure that ordinary people should have, no matter anyone sees such a person will think that this person is not only not smart, but also very upright and stupid.

Liu Changjie glanced at the carriage at the door, which couldn't be earned even if he had been in the yamen for ten years, and didn't look at it much, he pushed open the door and saw two strange-looking guests, so he directly threw two pots of bitter wine to the sick and weak young man, the middle-aged man of Mune.

The boy didn't even seem to have the strength to pick up the cup, but her hand was steady, and she was able to catch the pot of bitter wine that had been thrown with great precision, and the wine in the jug did not spill at all.

He took the handle of the flask, took a large sip into the spout, and then exhaled a deep white breath.

The boy sat by the fire, and at this moment, in the light of the fire, his face seemed to be more ruddy. The middle-aged man of Mu Ne was not slower than the boy at all when he drank the wine, and the middle-aged man of Mu Ne had already drunk the wine.

He put the flask on one side, then glanced at Liu Changjie, who had his hands curled on his chest, and dragged a chair nearby and sat down.

These two people really don't seem to be noble figures, but Liu Changjie, who knows these two people well, understands that if they are in the court, these two people may not be nothing, but if they are in the martial arts, even the heads of the Seven Great Sects in the world may not be more noble than these two people, but he did not deliberately get close or talk.

Liu Changjie saw that the young middle-aged man drank the wine, so he immediately spoke, he said: "You two are different from me, I, Liu Changjie, am an idle person, and you have thousands of silver to go into your pockets every day, so I really don't understand why you two big men suddenly have the leisure to come to me?"

The young man put the wine jug on the low wooden table beside him, smiled at the random Liu Changjie, and said, "If you really don't understand at all, then it is absolutely impossible for us to stay in your room to make a fire, let alone let you lazy people buy wine for us at such a time." ”

Liu Changjie smiled, he squinted at the young man and said, "Oh, what does Long Gongzi mean by this?"

The young man was still smiling, and he said lightly: "Don't I mean that Liu Zhutou doesn't understand?" Liu Zhutou was born and raised here since he was a child, and he has been here all the year round, and rarely walks on the rivers and lakes.

Liu Changjie was still smiling, but the smile was a little reluctant, and his face had even begun to show a little solemnity, and a rare sharp light even shot out of his eyes, he stared at this sick and weak young man who was perhaps much more terrifying than that middle-aged man, and he said: "Chu Feng, this time Long Gongzi came here thousands of miles away because of Chu Feng?"

The young man clapped his hands, he nodded happily at Liu Changjie, and he said word by word: "Yes, I am looking for Liu Zhutou this time for Chu Feng, a unique Chu Feng in the sky and on the ground." ”

Liu Changjie frowned, there was no smile on his face, his tone was even colder than the weather at this time, he stared at the young man coldly and said: "Long Gongzi's power is all over the world, don't you know that I parted with Chu Feng here half a year ago, I haven't seen this person for nearly half a year, so far this person has not seen him for more than two months since he killed the famous swordsman Yan Nanfei in the south of the Yangtze River in the battle of Mingyue Tower, if Long Gongzi wants to find Chu Feng, he shouldn't ask me, in my opinion, Hu Jinsleeve, Murong Qiudi and the others should know this person's whereabouts better than me. ”

The young man's smile was gentle and calm, and he said lightly: "If you want to find Chu Feng, finding Miss Murong of the Murong family is indeed the most suitable choice, but we came to Mr. Liu this time not to ask Mr. Liu to tell us Chu Feng's whereabouts, but because of something about Chu Feng." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Since the battle between Mingyue Lou Chu Feng and Yan Nanfei, he has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for nearly three months, and I didn't care too much about this matter at first, but recently I got a message from my subordinates, a news about Chu Feng. ”

"News about Chu Feng?"

The young man nodded and said, "Yes, just three days ago, someone seemed to see Chu Feng in a forbidden place. ”

"Where?"

"Valley of the Kings. ”

Liu Changjie frowned, he shook his head and looked at the young man, and said, "Emperor Valley, what is the Emperor Valley?"

The young man smiled slightly, he wanted to speak, but before he could speak, the middle-aged man from Mu Ne spoke in a low and cold voice of a flying shovel, and he said lightly: "The Valley of the Kings is a valley, but a few decades ago, where was the world's number one master, the supreme emperor Xiao Wangsun in the martial arts retreated, so it is called the Valley of the Emperors." ”

Liu Changjie's body trembled.

He doesn't know anything about the Valley of the Kings, but he has still heard of Xiao Wangsun, according to Dazhi Datong, Chen Feng said, this Xiao Wangsun is the first master in the world in the past, the master of the Aoxian Palace, the master of the Blue Sky Hammer, the martial arts master, even in the past, Haitian Guyan also admired this person, it is rumored that Haitian Guyan was born, and its biggest purpose is to hope to be with Xiao Wangsun, the owner of the Valley of the Kings.

It's a pity that when Haitian Guyan was born, Xiao Wangsun was already ethereal.

Liu Changjie took a deep breath, he looked at the young man and the middle-aged man, and he said, "You want me to confirm for you whether this news is true or false?"

The young man shook his head, he affirmed: "This news is absolutely true, Chu Feng is indeed in the Valley of the Kings, and the purpose of our coming to see you this time is not to ask you to prove the truth of this trivial matter, but to ask you to bring Chu Feng to Wudang Mountain." ”

"Why?"

The young man said lightly: "Because there is a person who wants to see him, maybe it should be said that this person is waiting for her to save his life." ”

"Who is she?" Liu Changjie was curious, in his memory, Chu Feng traveled the world, and his swordsmanship was outstanding, but he didn't have the medical skills to bring the dead back to life.

The young man only said two words, and Liu Changjie honestly closed his mouth.

The young man said, "Pity the star." (To be continued.) )