What the rivers and lakes are, no one knows, and no one wants to know.

Strictly speaking, Jianghu is not a specific place, nor is it a very clear definition, but a kind of yearning. For men, they want to have a place where they can show their strength and make others notice, and that place is called Jianghu. For women, they long for the day when they can experience a singing and crying story in a place, and the scene of this story is in the rivers and lakes. Children hope to meet heroes on the rivers and lakes, heroes hope to meet beautiful women on the rivers and lakes, and beautiful women hope to meet the destined person on the rivers and lakes.

So where are the rivers and lakes?

It's in your heart!

Cold Moon has a sword, a sword that drinks blood. So he didn't often let the sword out of its sheath, he buried it in the deep, deep ground, and the sword was hidden in the deep earth to hide its light, and a sword that was too sharp was sometimes not a good thing, because the evil spirit was too heavy.

There is another person with this sword, but unfortunately now it is a dead man, the sword is buried under this person's tomb, the cold moon never comes out of the drunken building, and the second one to come is here.

Feathered Swordsman - Tomb of the White Feather God!

Who would have thought that under this marble carved stone tablet, there was a generation of sword god Bai Yu, who was a figure in the world back then, and now he is standing here quietly.

"Brother Yu, I'm coming down to see you! This glass of wine, you and I will drink it today!"

Han Yue took out the drunken immortal brew in her arms, poured a full cup, but did not drink it after pouring it full, and held the wine glass high, facing the white jade-like tombstone, the three words of God Bai Yu in the middle.

"Since ancient times, if there is wine, do not respect heaven and earth, do not respect ghosts and gods, but should respect heroes first, then this cup, respect Brother Yu!"

The aroma of the wine seeps into the earth as the water in the glass slides down, and the glass is gone.

"The people who walk the rivers and lakes are just prodigal sons who drift with the wind, they are glamorous and beautiful on the surface, but who can know the sorrow in their hearts, Brother Yu, I don't treat you as a brother, but when you are a bosom friend, the love of mountains and rivers, I salute you for the second cup!"

The second glass of wine is poured into the ground, the wine in the glass, the love in the heart, the second glass of wine is exhausted.

"In the past, Brother Yu gave me the sword he carried, I couldn't bear to leave the sword, and buried it here with Brother Yu, so far the sword has been covered with dust for three years, and now I say, in order to take the sword, disturb Brother Yu, the third glass of wine, toast!

The wine flowed into the ground, the people were drunk, but the heart was not drunk, and they walked with the sword, happy and vengeful, and the third glass of wine was exhausted!

"Hahaha"

Hanyue laughed, slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and poured the rest of the wine into his mouth in one gulp, the wine brewed by the drunken immortal was originally fragrant, but mixed with one thing, he would become another taste, into a strong taste, that kind of strong strength is difficult to achieve with all wines, because that thing is - the blood of heroes.

"Good wine, Young Master Yue's wine, even if it is a god in the sky and a king on the earth, I'm afraid there is no chance to drink it!"

A strange voice sounded, and a man came from the hillside in the distance, dressed in white silk and with a folding fan in his hand, and this man also came with wine, but instead of a pot of wine, he brought a whole ten jars of wine, which were pulled by a carriage!

"But now almost all the people who can drink my wine are dead, you say that if I want to get drunk in the future, who should I go to?" Hanyue opened his drunken eyes and saw the person in front of him, laughing, but this kind of laughter always seemed particularly sad.

"Young Master Yue is drunk?" the man came to Han Yue and leaned over to look at him.

"I was drunk, but I didn't expect Mo Yu to come anyway!" Han Yue struggled to stand up, Mo Yu wanted to give him a hand, but was thrown away without a trace.

"I'm here to pay tribute to my predecessors, and these ten jars of wine are what I prepared for Yu's seniors!" Mo Yu pointed to the carriage behind him, and immediately a servant moved the wine from the carriage and placed it in front of the tomb.

"Mo Yu, come here!" Han Yue waved at Mo Yu, as if she had something to tell him.

Mo Yu did not doubt him, walked forward, and just walked three steps away from Han Yue, he saw Han Yue punch him, hitting the bridge of Mo Yu's nose, and a wisp of red flowed down his nose, and immediately a servant was ready to step forward to avenge his young master, but he was restrained by Mo Yu, Mo Yu wiped off the blood stains that he oozed, and stood motionless.

Han Yue looked at Mo Yu, put the wine jug she had drunk into her arms, and said, "Brother Yu didn't have a chance to punch you back then, I'll make up for him today!"

After speaking, Han Yue turned around and came to the tomb, silently digging out the sword buried back then, this silver sword, the sword is no more than three feet long, there is no gorgeous carving, let alone a bright decoration, just an ordinary sword. However, the cold light of the blade of this sword is beyond the reach of all the swords in the world, and only the sword dyed with blood has such a edge.

"This innocence, I'm going to take it away, from now on, I won't come again, unless one day I'm tired of it, then I'll come back with this sword and bury it here again, as for the future, take good care of Brother Yu for me." ”

When Han Yue said this, his eyes were looking at the sword in his hand, there was once a person who held this sword, like a peerless hero, giving them hope to move forward, and now he finally put this hope in his own hands, as for what the future will be, who will think.

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

This place is called the Wind and Rain Pavilion, but there is no pavilion, there is only one stone stele, and there are three words on the stele, Wind and Rain Pavilion.

However, there used to be a pavilion here, but unfortunately it was destroyed for some reason, and finally only such a stone tablet was left, every time someone came to the outskirts of the city, they would see this stone tablet, and over time, although there was no pavilion here, but the wind and rain pavilion became the place name here.

It's not the season of spring and March, so there aren't many people who come here, and at a glance, it seems that this place is only depressed and barren.

Such a desolate place is probably only accompanied by loneliness and loneliness, and there is no such scenery in everyone's life, in such a place, if it is twisted and pinched and self-sentimental, it is really not as good as the profligate white song, but the white song must be indulged in wine.

Wine is a good thing, it has a thousand attitudes, bitter, spicy, sour, sweet, joyful, sad, angry, in short, no matter what time you are, no matter what mood, you can be your best friend, share the joy in your heart, bury the pain in your heart, those things you don't want to do, those experiences you don't want to remember, just a glass of wine, you can forget them all.

So, a horse, a sword, a jug of wine. When these three things appear in a person's body, he is ready to meet the era of rivers and lakes.

Han Yue was riding not a horse, but a donkey, his sword was wrapped around him with a white cloth I don't know how many times, it was regarded as a scabbard, and then put it in a bamboo basket behind him, however, the wine he was holding in his hand must be good wine, and the fragrance of the wine was not as strong as the taste of yesterday's drunken immortal brew, but with a faint fragrance, there was a kind of natural breath in the mountains.

"Young Master Yue, there is such a fine wine every day, and it is really only envious of fine wine and not of immortals!"

It turned out that someone had been waiting here for the cold moon early in the morning, and it seemed that this person had been here for a long time, and his hair was stained with some frost from the early morning of autumn. The purple cloud robe and the cyan plaid shirt look clear and handsome when matched, but not too flashy.

"Every time a beautiful woman says that she will match wine for me, you just can't drink it no matter how envious you are!" Hanyue laughed and drank the last drop of wine in the pot. "Why, you called me here to watch me drink?"

"Naturally, this is not, there are really some things that need to trouble Young Master Yue!" the man said respectfully.

"Since you know it's trouble, and you want to come to me, you must know that the most annoying thing in my life is trouble, if there is trouble to find the door, I will run away. ”

"No, this matter seems to us to be a troublesome matter, but if Young Master Yue comes to see it, it will be a great thing!"

"Oh, let's hear it!" Han Yue rolled over from the donkey's back, and out of nowhere she conjured a folding fan, pretending to be very chic, just fanned a few wisps of cool breeze, and found that it was morning and autumn, so she had to close the folding fan again.

The person opposite him seemed to have become accustomed to Han Yue's tastelessness, and without the slightest surprise, he continued, "Young Master Yue, do you know the great general Zhao Xu?"

"Are you talking about the Zhao Xu who is rumored to be able to fight for three thousand miles and can block a million soldiers with one sword?"

"Yes, only Wang Majie's "Veteran General's Xing" can write about the might of a general," when the man said this, his eyes showed the pride of a soldier, but after a while, he became sad again, "But Young Master Yue knows that today's general is no longer Zhao Xu, who was arrogant in all directions and fought alone in the four seas. ”

When Han Yue heard this, she frowned, and said with a smile, "Zi Yan, what you said, ten years ago, General Zhao only led three thousand iron cavalry, crossed the water, attacked the Li army at night in Qiyan Mountain, and cut off the head of the enemy general Yu Yu with one sword. ”

Chu Ziyan suddenly said loudly, "The general has a great reputation and has served the country all his life, so he is naturally a big hero and a big man praised by everyone. But there are always villains in this world, they are moths of the society, they do not die to serve the country, but they are thinking about how to cut a piece of meat from their own country and drink a mouthful of blood, Young Master Yue, do you think such a person should be killed?"

Han Yue's eyebrows were cold, staring at Chu Ziyan, "What do you want to do today?"

Chu Ziyan suddenly knelt down in front of Han Yue, and said loudly, "Young Master Yue's benevolence and righteousness are well known to everyone in the rivers and lakes, and now that Young Master Yue is here, and he doesn't avoid my previous words, then please ask Young Master Yue, for the sake of the people of the world, kill a person!"

Han Yue's face suddenly turned as cold as ice, "Chu Ziyan, don't you know my rules here?"

Chu Ziyan was neither humble nor arrogant, and looked directly into Han Yue's eyes, "Young Master Yue doesn't talk about state affairs here, only asks about the rivers and lakes! But if the country is not a country, then where can Young Master Yue find the rivers and lakes? Young Master Yue can't bear to look at his relatives and friends living in a dark and decaying era? If they know that you can do something but don't do it, they will die blindly!"

"Presumptuous!" "Han Yue yelled, "Zi Yan, since I came to see you today, it was my Han Yue who took care of the old feelings, if you are aggressive, not only will you not have to do business, but also your friends will not have to do it!"

As soon as Han Yue finished speaking, Chu Ziyan stood up silently, regardless of the dust on his body, he no longer looked at Han Yue, turned around and left, "Young Master Yue, since this is the case, you can be your young master well, I, Chu Ziyan, dare not have a friend like you, I can't afford it!"

"You!"

Han Yue pointed at Chu Ziyan for a long time, watching his back gradually disappear in his eyes, and his heart was mixed. I want to hold him, but what can I do if I hold him, and now I think about this rule I have set, isn't it just to avoid these things, he saw the white sword again, is he really worthy of this sword?;