On this night, Lan Shaobao sat in the uninhabited alley and drank, with the wine jug in hand, one sip after another, drinking alone to Mingyue.

It turned out that his life had long since lost his free and easy, lost his uninhibitedness, lost his laughter, cried and pressed in his heart, and was depressed.

My father is deceased, I can't take care of each other, and my friends don't dare to face it, so I suddenly can't see the direction of my life and have nothing to rely on.

At last the jug bottomed out and rolled diagonally to the ground, and he leaned against the wall of the alley, and his eyes were glazed over, and he stayed so until dawn, until there was a noise in the distant market, and he slowly picked up from the ground and walked out into the street.

Walking to the end of the narrow alley, facing the bustling street, suddenly two figures flashed in front of him, Lan Shaobao's eyes were sharp, and the moment he saw the figure, he immediately took a few steps back and turned back into the alley.

He seemed frightened and gasped.

But who was that figure, and who did it scare him?

It turned out that the two men were a man and a woman, the man was twenty years old, seven feet tall, with a turban and hair tied up, wearing a wide shirt, practicing shoes on his feet, and a dark black sword in his hand was rusty, and I don't know where he got it. He walked and swayed from side to side, not because he did it on purpose, but because he was born with this behavior, which may be more strange than that of ordinary people.

At this moment, his face was cold, expressionless, and he had been looking indifferently at the surrounding scenery, the wide shirt was full of folds, and the sludge and filth on it stained the shirt with spots, and there were several places that were pierced by sharp weapons, revealing several large holes.

Even so, he still distinguished him among the group of people in the market, so that Lan Shaobao looked at him at a glance, his thick eyebrows were high and upright, even if he was dressed in rags, he couldn't hide his appearance, and his big eyes were looking forward to it, and it was difficult to hide his heroic spirit.

Beside him was a woman, six feet and three feet tall, with a long dress stained with dirt and oily green, and like the man next to her, her dress was visibly stained and broken in several places, making it look like a street rat crossing for her life.

But she had a beautiful face and bright eyes, and even though she was down, she always smiled and didn't care about the gaze of the crowd. Walking neatly, a sword in his hand made the people shuttling through the cold and did not dare to approach.

The woman's hair was also a little messy, although it was tied with a green belt, but a gust of wind suddenly came and curled up the hair and band, she quickly stopped and held all the hair in her hands, and simply tied it with a green belt and re-tied it with a green belt.

At this time, the man in the wide shirt rushed forward, at that time, there were already people in the back of the rush to shout to catch the thief, the miscellaneous footsteps have broken through the hustle and bustle of the early morning, compared with Fang Cai, at this time the man in the wide shirt has an extra bulging money bag in his hand.

The man in the wide shirt rushed so quickly that the woman in green was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Liu Shilong, Liu Shilong!"

However, it is said that these two people are Liu Shilong and Zheng Mingfei who escaped from Zhu Youzhen's big tent, this is the border city of the Southern Tang Dynasty, not far from the Sifang Pavilion, and the purpose is obvious to appear here.

Just as Liu Shilong was running forward, Zheng Mingfei suddenly started to block his way, and when he saw him stop, he shouted clearly: "Liu Shilong, you can't do this!"

In the hustle and bustle, Zheng Mingfei stood in the middle of the street with angry eyes, looked at Liu Shilong, and said solemnly: "Do you remember Shan Ziying?"

Liu Shilong was forced to restrain his feet, and in the face of stealing, he was ashamed in his heart, and he greeted Zheng Mingfei with a smile, and when he heard this, he suddenly lost his mind and muttered: "Ziying!" After a moment, the money bag fell to the ground, and he raised his head and laughed.

Lan Shaobao was stunned when he heard the voice, and said to himself in his heart: "Liu Shilong?" hurriedly retreated to the alley wall and hid his figure.

He couldn't see the situation on the street, and with his internal breath, he only heard the footsteps of Liu Shilong and Zheng Mingfei leaving, because the two of them were only a hundred or ten steps away from him, so Liu Shilong spoke and clearly drilled into Lan Shaobao's eardrums.

I saw Liu Shilong walking away, and said in a daze: "I took you to Chang'an, I was looking for the Su Divine Doctor to go to your old illness, I don't want everything that happened in the Sifang Pavilion and Li Mansion, you controlled it in advance, it turned out that you found out early in the morning that Senior Lan was a confidant of King Wei, and you also know that my father and Senior Lan are old acquaintances, you have long expected to go to Sifang Pavilion here, something will happen, you-you-"

Suddenly, he stopped and whispered, "Ziying!" The voice contained infinite desolation.

Lan Shaobao's heart was not good, where did he dare to come out to face Liu Shilong, so he could only watch Liu Shilong leave, and he never had the courage to call him back.

Until Liu Shilong and Zheng Mingfei were far away, Lan Shaobao staggered onto the street, moving step by step, holding his hands around his waist, and drinking and declining for days had caused his wounds to collapse again. But he could no longer care about the pain, his heart was miserable, and he walked without a purpose.

Walking down a street, there is a sake brewery around the corner.

The moment Lan Shaobao stepped forward to this place, a drunk man carried a jar of wine from under the wine table, Huo Ran stood up, the wine jar was held in his hand, raised his head and poured it violently, the wine overflowed, and the strong smell of wine was pungent and waved.

His arms are crooked, but his body is straight, standing upright, but a fluffy hair covers his entire head, the smell of wine is emitted in his hair, and the tips of his hair are scorched, and the guests are shocked, and they all leave the table, pointing to the drunk's hair, and exclaiming: "The hair is burnt......" Before he could see the drunk's face, he exhaled in unison: "Hey, it's ugly!"

Most of the guests looked at each other and shook their heads sideways.

At this time, he saw that the drunkard was holding a thin sword in his hand at some point, and his arms shook sharply, while carrying the altar and pouring wine, while swinging the long sword, his body staggered and raised the sword.

After the wine, the wine jar was thrown aside, the sword was raised, and he danced the sword and shouted: "The vain Lingyun is talented, and he has never opened his arms in his life." Where are the birds crying and the flowers falling, and the bamboo dies and the withered phoenix does not come. The good horse is full of no owner, and the old friendship is mourning. Jiuquan sighed at the separation of three lights, and sent Wen Xing into the night platform. ”

This is a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Cui Jue, the poem is crying that the poet Li Shangyin's Huaicai is not met, Li Shangyin has the height of Lingyun, but he was born at the wrong time, in that era the legs and feet are bent, the steps are difficult, and the fate is bumpy.

At this moment, he was chanted by this drunken man, but there was a sonorous and shaking meaning, and I don't know whether he used poetry to metaphorize himself, or mourned the death of his old friend, his words were full of regret and lamentation, and several literati in the guests felt the same way.

The thin sword swung several sword shadows, and he was eight feet long, and as he danced, his long sleeves flew and flew up, but he taught the guests to exclaim: "What a beautiful face!"

I saw that he had a strange appearance, his eyes were like electricity, his eyes were shiny in the dark, his cheekbones were slightly convex, his jaw was slightly pointed, his nose was high and his face was thin, and his shape was like a knife. When he was about 20 years old, he was wearing a clean white cloth shirt, although it was not neat, but it was very elegant, but his eyes were full of sadness, as if he was recalling the past, and he was extremely sad.

Trust your heart to the bright moon and flow into your arms.

He is not dancing other stunts, but Liu Feng has been familiar with the "Star and Moon Swordsmanship" since he was a child, there are a total of four styles of Xingyue Swordsmanship, divided into "Shadow Holding the Moon", "Moon Supporting Stars", "Chen Xing Gong Sky", "Sky and Cloud Bafang".

The long sword swings away, although it is drunk, but it is free, everywhere the strength goes, you can see the cup trembling, the sword is like the stars and the moon galloping, a moment of radiance, pre-cover the mountain rain is about to come, a moment of meteors, have disturbed, breaking the silence of the winery.

The Xingyue swordsmanship makes it skillful and skillful, like a meteor shining in the day, blooming with that dazzling light, dragging down the four corners of the inn.

All the guests were shocked by this momentum, listened to the poem and shrugged, smelled the sword qi and did not dare to move, they all stopped to watch, and applauded from time to time.

Lan Shaobao walked here suddenly, looked inward through the open moon-looking window outside, and couldn't help but be surprised, lightning flashed behind a wall, and blurted out: "What, Li Ji is not dead?"

On that day, he saw Li Ji jumping into the fire with his deceased wife Fang Qiumeng in his arms, how could he appear here now?

Lan Shaobao thought he was dazzled, and secretly took a few more looks, and when he saw the drunkard's face clearly, he was sure that it was Li Ji, and he thought to himself: Why did Li Ji come back from the dead?

Thinking about it, Li Ji's thousands of people and horses were either killed, or they were tied to Shan Ziying, and they didn't dare to come out to stop Li Ji, so they had to watch from afar, trying to figure out the whole story of Li Ji's death in the past few months.

After Li Ji finished dancing, he turned around and looked back, and a woman in a white shirt walked lightly into the wine shop.

This woman is tall, not inferior to a seven-foot man, with only a ribbon on her head to pull up her hair, and the rest of her long hair draped down, and the whole person looks elegant and clean. She has a fair complexion, her bones are like jade, her eyes are flowing and bright, her face is delicate and beautiful, her mouth is smiling, like a delicate flower shining on water, making people like a spring breeze, and the top of the scabbard of a moon shadow sword in her hand is like a crescent moon, but the whole body is faintly glowing with purple light.

She stood at the door with the Moon Shadow Sword in her arms, looked at Li Ji who was dancing the sword for a moment, and suddenly saw Li Ji's body crooked, and there was an unstable tendency to stand, her expression changed, and she hurriedly took two steps forward, hugged Li Ji and said: "Brother Li Ji, don't drink anymore!"

After two words of persuasion, she sighed and said: "Big brother is not a way to do this all day long, that day, Qi Qi saved the eldest brother back from the fire, but he wanted to cheer up the eldest brother, and beat the thieves who bullied his sister-in-law to avenge the Li Mansion and those brothers who died in battle." The eldest brother is enthusiastic and loyal to Li Tang, since he has arrived in this Southern Tang Dynasty, we should all cheer up, Qi Qi wishes that the eldest brother will go to Taiwei Li, show his strengths, and slash the enemy!"

Li Ji's throat choked, Xing was too drunk, and he vomited out a mouthful of filth, the woman in white shirt smiled slightly, and didn't care, she turned her hand to take the thin sword in her hand for Li Ji, helped him turn back to the wine table and sat down, put down the thin sword and said: "Big brother might as well take a rest first, and then Qiqi will have something important to tell big brother." ”

Before Li Ji sat down, he had already held back the smell of wine in the roar, and raised his head and shouted, "Qiqi, Qin!"

Qi Qi was stunned when he heard this, so he immediately changed to a bright smile and said, "Big brother, wait a minute!"

After a while, I saw her turn back from the street, put a lyre in front of Li Ji, Li Ji pressed his hands slightly, pressed the strings, did not stop for half a moment, plucked his fingers, plucked the strings on the one hand, and sang loudly on the other hand, singing "White Snow".