The cold wind is like a knife, and the snow is flying for thousands of miles. The fastest, most complete, best-looking, and most refreshing novel station: Novel 1234

The highest peak of the "Qinling Mountains", "Taibai Mountain", is full of clouds and ice, and the ice and snow do not disappear, like an ancient giant standing in the sky and the earth, lonely and earth-shatteringly lonely.

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.

Leng Beicheng let out a long yawn, stretching his two long legs as far as possible on the soft mink, although it was warm and comfortable in the carriage, the journey was too long and lonely.

Habitually sighed inexplicably, Leng Beicheng took out a wine bottle from the corner, and when he drank the wine, he also coughed loudly, coughing constantly, making his pale face flush with a sickly red, like a flame in hell, burning his ** and soul.

His life and soul had slipped away from the alcohol.

He was no longer young.

The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and every wrinkle was filled with the sorrows and misfortunes of his life, but his eyes were young.

He suddenly pushed the car door open and jumped off.

The purple-clothed girl in the royal car immediately shouted and restrained the carriage and horses.

The woman's round face, good looks, tall figure, with purple wind chimes tied at the ends of her clothes, leaned in front of the car door, the tip of her mouth was licking the rock candy on a string of bright brown sugar gourds in her hand, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but when she moved her gaze to Antonye, she immediately became soft, and full of loyal sympathy.

She is Leng Ruoya.

Leng Beicheng looked at the lonely mountain, and suddenly a strange thought rose:

- The mountain beckoned to him, and with a strange killing intent.

Leng Beicheng knew that he would eventually enter that mountain, and he stood in the wind and snow stupidly.

His fingers were frozen, his face was red from the cold, and his body was covered with snowflakes. If it were someone else, he would definitely be surprised to see him behave like this, but Leng Ruoya seemed to be used to it, so she just said softly: "Are you thinking about her again...... It's getting dark, and the road ahead is still far away, brother, get in the car!"

Leng Beicheng slowly turned around, and found that there was still a line of footprints next to the rut, walking here alone from the far north, and walking lonely to the front.

The footprints were very deep, and it was evident that the man had walked many miles and was exhausted, but he still refused to stop to rest.

The mayor of Lengbei City sighed and muttered: "In this kind of weather, I can't imagine that there are still people who have to run around and suffer in the ice and snow, I think he must be a very lonely and pitiful person." ”

Leng Ruoya didn't say anything, but she sighed secretly in her heart: "Aren't you also a very lonely and pitiful person? I said that I accompanied you out to relax, but along the way, why do you always only know how to sympathize with others? But forget your own ......?"

The snow finally stopped, but the cold between heaven and earth was heavier, and the loneliness was thicker, but fortunately, there was a sound of footsteps in the wind.

Although this sound was much softer than the sound of horses' hooves, it was the sound that Leng Beicheng was looking forward to, so no matter how slight this sound was, he would never miss it.

So he lifted the curtain made of mink, opened the window, and immediately saw the lonely figure walking in front of him.

The man walked slowly, but never stopped, and though he heard the neighing of the bells and horses, he never looked back! He had neither an umbrella nor a hat, and the melted snow and ice flowed down his face to his neck, and he wore only a very thin garment.

But his back was still straight, and his man was like iron, and neither the ice nor the snow, nor the cold, nor the tiredness, nor the tiredness, nor the hunger, could bring him to his knees.

Nothing can bring him to his knees!

When the carriage arrived in front, Leng Beicheng saw his face.

His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were bright, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his straight nose made his face look thinner. This face is easily associated with granite, stubborn, determined, cold, indifferent to anything, even to himself.

It was a teenager.

Leng Beicheng seemed to have a smile in his eyes, he pushed the car door and said, "Young man, get in the car, I'll give you a ride." ”

His words have always been simple and powerful, and in this endless ice and snow, his proposal is really impossible for anyone to refuse.

Who knew that the young man didn't even look at him, and his footsteps didn't stop, as if he hadn't heard anyone talking at all.

Leng Beicheng said: "Are you deaf?"

The young man's hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his hand was frozen whiter than the flesh of a fish under the ice, but his movements were still very flexible.

Leng Beicheng smiled and said, "It turns out that you are not deaf, then come up and drink the bar, a drink will not be harmful to anyone!"

The boy suddenly said, "I can't afford to drink." ”

He would have said such a thing

, Leng Beicheng even had a smile in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't laugh, but said warmly: "I invite you to drink, you don't need to spend money to buy it." ”

The young man said: "I will never drink anything that I bought myself, and I will never drink wine that I bought myself...... Am I clear enough, gentleman, silver-haired?"

Leng Beicheng was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, when you can afford to buy wine, will you invite me to have a drink?"

The boy glared at him, then said loudly, "Okay, I'll ask you." ”

Leng Beicheng laughed, the carriage had already driven away, and gradually he couldn't see the young man's figure again, Leng Beicheng smiled and said, "Three girls, have you ever seen such a strange young man?"

Leng Ruoya began to eat the top one of the sugar gourds, and said busily: "He's just a stubborn child." ”

Leng Beicheng said: "Can you see the sword on his belt?"

Leng Ruoya also had a smile in her eyes, she began to attack the second sugar gourd, and said vaguely: "Can that also be regarded as a sword?"

Strictly speaking, the sword that the boy was carrying was not a sword, it was just a piece of iron more than three feet long, and it had neither a blade, nor a sword, nor even a hilt, but only two pieces of cork nailed to it, even if the sword had changed its handle.

After Leng Ruoya finished destroying the second sugar gourd, she stared at the third one with big eyes without blinking, as if she was afraid that it would suddenly run away, and continued: "In my opinion, it's just a child's toy." ”

This time, instead of laughing, Leng Beicheng sighed and muttered, "In my opinion, this toy is very dangerous, so let's stay away from it." ”

Although Leng Beicheng was talking to Leng Ruoya outside the car, his eyes kept staring at the window behind him, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing that Leng Beicheng's eyes had been paying attention to the back, Leng Ruoya said with a smile: "Good brother, that young man's footsteps are not fast, I am afraid that he will not be able to reach the town in front until the time of the shift." ”

Leng Beicheng smiled and said, "I don't think he can't walk fast, it's just that he doesn't want to waste his physical strength, have you ever seen a wolf walking on the snow? If there is no prey in front of it, and there are no pursuers behind, it must not go fast, because it feels that it is a pity to use its strength on the road." ”

Leng Ruoya smiled: "But according to the girl, that young man is not a wolf, at most he can only be regarded as a calf who is not afraid of tigers at most." ”

Leng Beicheng didn't say anything anymore, because then he coughed again.

Leng Ruoya took the opportunity to gobble up the third sugar gourd, and continued: "According to the information collected by Sister Hua, that young man's name is Zhou Xingzao, and he is a rookie in martial arts who has emerged since July this year.

He debuted in July, and in the first battle, he defeated Zhou Ding, the famous dart head of the "Central Plains Dart Bureau", the famous dart head "Zhongzhou One Sword", with a move of "Flying Immortals", Zhou Lao's dart head was immersed in swordsmanship for more than 40 years, and he was defeated in one move and closed the door;

In August, he defeated the 'Gongzi Sword' Ji Gongzi with the same move 'Flying Immortals' outside the sky, Ji Gongzi is the big disciple of the 'Qingcheng Sword School', the swordsmanship is fast and peculiar, and the shot is more spicy, he is a very proud person, but in that battle, he was so convinced that he actually admitted in public: 'Even if I practice for another ten years, I will never be able to stop his magic sword.' 'Yunyun;

In September, the head of the 'Iron Sword Gate', 'Lu Jian Buping', was defeated by his move, 'Flying Immortals' outside the sky. Guan Buping's comment on his sword and his person was: 'That sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns, without a trace, and within a year, this young man will surely rise to prominence and become famous all over the world.' Although the 'Iron Sword Gate' is not a prominent sect in the rivers and lakes, it has a long history and a decent style. ”

Leng Beicheng listened quietly, and suddenly said, "It's October now, who is the target of his next challenge?"

Leng Ruoya tilted her head and thought about it for a while, then said with a smile: "There are not many sword masters in this 'Shaanxi' Wugong County, and there are even fewer swordsmen who can be at this level of management of unevenness. ”

Leng Beicheng sighed slightly: "It's a pity that Mr. Gu Wu's reputation is about to be ruined under this young man......'s sword."

Leng Ruoya said with a smile: "Jiangshan has its own talents, when Gu was five years young, if he could learn one-tenth of the essence of his master, Mr. Gu Xilou's 'Xiaolou Listening to Spring Rain One Night' swordsmanship, he would not have the embarrassment and humiliation of defeating the sword in the future." ”

The carriage and horses were bumpy, and after a long time, Leng Beicheng sighed with feeling: "It's good to be young, it's good to be old, ...... old."

Leng Ruoya still threw away the bamboo sticks of the sugar gourd, spurred the horse, and said with a smile: "Where is my brother old, you are not old when you have traveled all over Qingshan, hahaha......"

The carriage sped away, leaving two wheel grooves in the snow, and in a few moments it was covered with snow and buried.