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The snow stopped.

The sunshine is still very charming.

However, in the northern winter, don't think that the weather will be warm after the snow.

In fact, it is not the case, the so-called snow is not cold, and the snow is cold. The snow on the ground slowly melted when the temperature of the day fell, and the snow that was originally solid turned into cold ice water, mixed with the gradually soaked soil, blended into an icy paste-like mud, and the most terrifying thing is that the snow-melted mud seemed to connect the coldness of the whole world together, coupled with the damn rules of gravity, it made people feel like they were kidnapped and then forcibly pulled into the cold of the ice and snow, allowing the coldness that seeped into the bone marrow to go from bottom to top, and even drowned in the cold world, and the flag pulling uprising could not be achieved.

At that time, the industry still had to be developed, and it was unrealistic that there would be any heating pipes that would be delivered to thousands of households, so that people could get the pleasure of not being cold this winter. The only way to heat is to use the most primitive way, piling firewood in a certain place and keeping warm near the fire.

When the guys at the post station lit the fire and went to shout for the early guests, Hong Qingyi walked down slowly, but she did not find a seat in the lobby to sit down, but directly opened the curtain hanging at the gate and strode away.

A few sharp-eyed guests saw that there was a very tightly sealed carriage parked at the door.

The eyes saw better, but the person driving the car was not the old man wearing a leather jacket and a fur hat last night, but a young man in gray with an expressionless face.

The young man in gray is like a statue that has sat like that since the dawn of time.

Among the guests, there were three middle-aged men dressed in leopard skins who glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but show a trace of surprise in their eyes, and one of them even lowered his voice and said, "That's the proud disciple of God Capture Du Kaigong, Chu Tiange." ”

One of his friends was surprised: "Why did he come out, that is, a few years ago, the incident of the five ghosts in Mobei, Shen Hunt took him to the rivers and lakes, in order to track down the evidence, he broke into the Yellow River Gang with one person and one sword, and killed the twelve helmsmen who have been famous for many years." After that, there was no more news. ”

Another little friend looked solemn and said in a low voice: "Hong Qingyi's original coachman is gone, there was such a big movement last night, could it be that the assassin wanted to kill her, so the coachman died for her as a disaster?"

The previous man frowned and said, "It's strange, Lord Hong is such a good official, how can someone deal with it?"

"There is a way, Cao Cao also has a confidant, and Guan Gong also has a rival. Good and bad have always been opposites. ”

"Lord Hong is a rare good official, and now that someone is dealing with his daughter, I think we should do our best. ”

"Cut, who do you think you are, the old coachman of the girl Hong Qingyi was the gallant Fuyuntu of the famous towns and rivers back then, and there were few opponents in the north and south of the river with a pair of iron palms, why are you kid? What's more, now, she has Chu Tiange, the master of the masters, and what else is going on with us?"

"Well, that's what I said, if we can't even do Chu Tiange, we won't be anything. ”

"It's good to understand. ”

"Hey, good man, why are there so many disasters?"

“......”

“......”

In the sixties, Hiller Kuster was the host of the children's section of the Chicago Tribune, and he often received a lot of letters from children who were unscrupulous, including a large number of letters about "why doesn't God reward the good and why doesn't he punish the bad."

During a church wedding ceremony, when the bride and groom exchanged rings, they put on each other's right hand misplaced, and the gracious priest reminded them that the right hand was perfect and there was no need for extra decoration.

Sylle Kuster had a big brain, and it occurred to him that since the right hand is God's perfect hand for you, then a good man should also be the most abundant gift given by God, so there is no need for superfluous rewards.

As a result, Schiller Kuster's statement that God makes you a good person is the highest reward was published in the newspaper, which caused a huge sensation at the time, and was concluded to be the most beautiful analysis of a good person.

In his previous life, Meng occasionally saw this story in a newspaper, and he was almost laughed.

Good?

He also had a whim, if one day, he walked in front of a task object who was going to be killed by him, and said to him gently: Oh, you are a good person, don't let me waste time, stay obediently, let me stab you to death, and then, let God punish me severely, and stone me to death all the dollars and beauties, I am willing to accept God's punishment.

The good guy is that he never needs to resist the exploitation or even obliteration of fate, and the rest of the things are left to the bad guys to bear and enjoy.

Good?

Dream scoffed.

Is there a difference between humans and animals, except for an extra piece of clothing?

In the animal world, a lion hunts a rabbit, will you be amazed?

Empathy, in the human world, the lion is the bad guy and the rabbit is the good guy, so is there a problem with the bad guy bullying the good guy?

No problem!

Because, good people are God's reward for you, and the way to reward them is to let you obediently enjoy the bullying of bad people!

Well, in order to increase the persuasion, Meng had no choice but to show up and say the truth.

If he hadn't been a little soft-hearted and wanted to be a good person, he would have been rudely stuffed into a wooden box when others were taking the fire, the wood of the box was cold and hard, and it was so narrow that he felt like he was about to suffocate to death, almost no different from the sardines in the can.

He regretted it very, very much, he didn't do anything, but he wanted to pretend to be a good person, it turned out that a good person is synonymous with sin.

Gotta gotta got.

Five middle-aged men in yellow robes, stationed on horses, blocked the way of the carriage.

The young man in gray who was driving the car didn't seem to see it, but he still didn't slow down, and the horse's hooves galloped, and he was about to collide with the people and horses on the opposite side.

Suddenly——

The gray-clothed young man suddenly flew like a loaded cannonball.

The distance of about three zhang was quickly wiped out by the gray-clothed young man in a few breaths.

When he left the cab of the carriage, he did not have a sword in his hand, but when his body swooped down like a roc, a cold chain of light suddenly burst into the bright sun.

Puff (puff puff)!

Five people and five horsemen, under one sword, were completely killed.

Because the speed is so fast, it seems to be just a sound that is making a strange phenomenon.

The horses dragging the cart did not stop at all, as if, such a situation was already commonplace, and it was not worth stopping for them and grieving for them.

Murderers, of course, also need to have the consciousness of being killed, this is the rivers and lakes.

The young man in gray twisted his body and sat back in the cab.

Hong Qingyi in the carriage said: "Xiao Chu, do you know who it is?"

The gray-clothed young man frowned slightly, and said, "It seems to be from the Huangshan faction." ”

Hong Qingyi seemed to be flustered, and said, "Huangshan faction?"

The young man in gray said, "Yes." ”

Hong Qingyi said: "How could they also participate?"

The gray-clothed young man smiled faintly and bitterly: "Who knows?"

Hong Qingyi said quietly: "It seems that it's not just people from the Huangshan faction who are here. ”

The gray-clothed young man's eyes raised slightly, and sure enough, he saw that more than twenty people in different clothes and decorations had gradually gathered on the road ahead.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The Huashan faction, the Emei faction, the Kongtong faction, I'll go, there are actually monks from Shaolin Temple and Taoist priests from Kunlun Mountain, what is this, why are they blatantly rebelling?"

Hong Qingyi suddenly sighed softly and said, "I seem to understand something, they shouldn't be here because of me, but, he." ”

He's—that's the dream classmate stuffed in the dark compartment at the bottom of the carriage.

The gray-clothed young man was very depressed, how could he kidnap people, and he caused a lot of trouble, the key is that these people are obviously not aspiring to rescue classmate Meng with the morality of the rivers and lakes, but to find him unlucky, and even, to ask for his life.

It's a good thing, the kidnapped dream classmate doesn't seem to have any trouble with him, and all the troubles are passed on to them.

It seems that this time the trouble should be not small, if it is an ordinary person, it should be very sad. However, the gray-clothed young man smiled lightly, his originally mask-like indifferent face was actually full of pleasant expressions, if people who were familiar with him saw it, they would be surprised, they never thought that a face that had never been indifferent and ruthless could smile so happily.

Hong Qingyi said: "You seem to be very happy?"

The gray-clothed young man smiled and said, "The family teacher always said that I caused trouble for him, and let him wash his hands and tails for me with exhaustion. Hehe, I've got to let him know what it means to be a real troublemaker.

A fifty-year-old Taoist in front of him clasped his palms together and shouted, "Immeasurable, is Chu Shaoxia laughing at us?"

The distance is not close, at least more than ten zhang, the wind direction is not smooth, and the voice of the Taoist is not loud, however, the words are clear, as if speaking softly in the ear, and its skill is profound, which can be seen.

The gray-clothed young man said lightly: "The one who can cultivate Kunlun's 'Great Yin Ruoxi' to such a profound realm is the Great Yin Dao Master in person?"

The voice of the young man in gray was as plain as water, as if his friends were relatively indifferent, and the clear language was indiscriminately sent to everyone's ears.

The old face of the Great Sound Dao Chang was red when he ascended. It is estimated that if he hadn't taken care of his face, it would have been very likely that he would have rolled up his sleeves, thrown off his arms, and tore up with the young man in gray.

Soon, the distance was narrowed.

The gray-clothed young man finally grabbed the reins and stopped moving forward.

A middle-aged master coughed lightly, looked at the gray-clothed young man, and said, "Chu Shaoxia, the respected master is a god man we have admired for a long time, and the people of the Huangshan faction just now may have been too reckless, this is to blame them." Now, Poor Ni said to you, we are here, and it has nothing to do with you and Miss Hong in the car, we just, unintentionally, learned that there should be another person in your car - the third young master of the dream family. ”

The gray-clothed young man remained motionless and said expressionlessly: "What did he do to make the various major sects encircle him in such a big battle?"

A middle-aged man from the Huashan faction said sharply: "We finally grasped an opportunity to kill the female devil Guo Yu, but at the critical moment, he disrupted it and killed many of us!"

The gray-clothed young man's eyes drooped and said, "Then, according to what you mean......"

The middle-aged man from the Huashan faction said loudly: "Hand him over, this matter has nothing to do with you, otherwise it will ......"

The young man in gray said lightly: "Otherwise, what is it?"

In the crowd, a woman in purple with a delicate face suddenly walked out, slowly approached, and said softly to the young man in gray: "Xiao Chu, don't be willful, okay?"

The gray-clothed young man who was fearless despite the thousands of troops and horses, but suddenly trembled a little from the throbbing of the depths of his soul, his eyes were lowered, and he almost didn't dare to look at her, a trace of tenderness quickly flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "Hello, sister-in-law." Is Brother Zhao here too?"

The woman in purple sighed lightly and said, "He went out alone last night and hasn't come back yet." ”

The gray-clothed young man said: "Brother Zhao is very capable, you don't have to worry." ”

The woman in purple nodded lightly and said, "That's right, I'm not worried about him, what I'm worried about is that he is not here now, and this matter is not easy to deal with in front of me." ”

"Hahahahaha-"

A figure flew in from a distance.

"Feixia, wife, why do you always like to think of your husband when you encounter trouble?"

The most outstanding figure of the Qingcheng Sword School, and one of the top of the contemporary martial arts youth, "Three Arrows Broken Soul" Zhao Yu.