The moon is dark and the wind is high, the cold wind is howling, and the snowflakes are fluttering in Chang'an City.

At such times, few people come out, they all stay in the house with the fire and sleep wrapped in clothes, and no one wants to leave the warm bed in such a cold night.

Wuli Pavilion in the western suburbs of Chang'an, at the foot of a mountain range, here was once the place where the Tang Dynasty would return triumphantly to accept the greetings of the ministers, and now it stands there quietly, gradually dyed white by the snow sprinkled by the world.

The four corners of the Wuli Pavilion cornice, inside a stone table, four stone benches, four red stone pillars hung with four white lanterns, which shone with pale yellow flames, swaying in the cold wind.

Under the dim lantern light, there is a pot of wine on the stone table, two cups, one cup is filled with wine, the other cup is upside down on the stone table, a stone bench, there is a man in white sitting upright, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like stars, his chin is five inches beautiful, and a strand of long hair tied behind his head with a strip of white cloth, which is spread out, and the whole person gives people a loose and elegant atmosphere.

The man was about thirty years old, holding a book in his hand, his eyes fell on the pages, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the snow falling on his hair.

If it weren't for the flying snow that was swept in by the cold wind from time to time, and the dark night sky, mortals would have thought that it was a gentleman who went on a spring trip, leisurely drinking wine and enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Behind the man, Yang Yuan, who was wearing a thick mink jacket, a purple flower skirt, and animal skin boots under his feet, was sighing, stretching his neck from time to time, looking into the night, as if waiting for someone, his eyes flashed with anger.

"Long Jun, will he not come? You are waiting for him here, isn't it too ...... Or I'll bring him!"

Because of the cold, Yang Yuan's snow-white face was frozen red, and the white was red, which was very tempting, and he clenched his fists angrily and gurgled. Long Jun is a respected figure of Zhenlongwei, how can that person let Long Jun wait for him here?

"Hehe, it's so big, you can't get rid of your impatient temper? Calm down, look at the snow around you, look at the mountains in the distance, you will see a lot of different things. It's not that it's not the third watch yet, and when the time comes, it will naturally come. And he'll come. ”

The man in white turned over a page of the book, glanced at Yang Yuan, who was in a hurry, smiled faintly, and continued to read his book.

Yang Yuan and the others were bored, looking around, except for the snow outside, it was snow, except for the mountains were trees, bare, and there was no life. What's there to see?

Ha sighed, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, Yang Yuan didn't see anything different.

Quack......

In the woods, there was a crow chirping. The owl flew out of the snow in a panic, Yang Yuan looked over there, his eyes were fixed, and he hurriedly said. "Here ......

The man in white put down his book, looked at the black night sky, and looked towards the snowy road in the distance. Two black shadows came draped in snow.

"It's still on time. ”

"On time, one of his juniors should come over in advance, Long Jun has been waiting here for an hour, he has to at least come over an hour in advance, right?" Yang Yuan muttered, because she was also frozen here for an hour, in this kind of ice and snow, who wants to freeze for an hour?

The man in white smiled, but did not answer, and looked at the two figures in the snow gradually approaching.

"Boy, you are still smart, and you have found a way out, and now the little monk wakes up and can't catch up with us, but it's a pity that the Bodhisattva is really here, otherwise the Yangliu Yujing bottle will be in hand." ”

The old Jiaolong chased after Ning Wujian with a smug face.

"Shhh ”

"Didn't you knock on the stuffy stick in front? I want to let Ben Long carry the black cauldron, no way, but the Bodhisattva shouldn't check it with great fanfare, I have eliminated all traces, my Buddha is merciful, if there is nothing wrong, the Buddha will forgive you. By the way, how did you get there, and did you have any good things?"

Talking in a whisper, Ning Wuqian and Lao Jiaolong quickly came to the pavilion not far away, closed their mouths at the same time, and entered the small pavilion with the wind and snow.

"Dragon-kun!"

Eyes swept over the two of them, and Ning Wujian and Lao Jiaolong saluted towards the man in white. Glancing at Yang Yuan, who had an angry expression on his face and waved his fist at him, Ning Wuqian frowned, when did he provoke this violent woman,

"Please be seated!" the white-clothed dragon looked at the old dragon and smiled slightly.

Entering the pavilion, Lao Jiaolong was a lot more restrained, seeing the wine glass buckled on the table, Yang Yuan did not sit down, he immediately understood that what Long Jun said was just Ning Wuji, and stood behind Ning Wuqian very honestly, acting as a guard.

Sitting down on the stone bench, Ning Wujian calmed his slightly uneasy heart, calmed himself down, and looked at Long Jun a few times, a very elegant person, making it difficult for Ning Wujian to associate such a literati-like Long Jun with the killing god who slaughtered five Hu and three thousand miles.

In Ning Wuji's feelings, Long Jun should be a domineering man who looks down on the world, with a strong body and a compelling edge, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and can burst out to kill people at any time.

"Yuan'er, pour him wine. Long Jun gestured to Yang Yuan, and immediately looked at Ning Wuji, "What, do you feel very disappointed, it is very different from the Long Jun in your mind?"

Yang Yuan glared at Ning Wuqian angrily, Ning Wuqian was inexplicable, there is something wrong with this woman's eyes?

Yang Yuan really wanted to kill Ning Wuqian and pour you wine? You have your own hands and feet, why do you want me to pour wine? Yang Yuan suddenly regretted that he didn't have anything to do to chase Long Jun to come here to suffer, with a cold face, he was embarrassed to disobey Long Jun's words, Yang Yuan poured a glass of wine for Ning Wujian full.

"It's a little different, I didn't expect Long Jun to be so wise and powerful, and he was suave. ”

Ning Wuqian coughed dryly twice to hide the embarrassment in his heart.

"Haluha, you are very similar to your father, and your father drank with me here back then. Long Jun laughed a few times, picked up the wine glass and drank it himself, and Ning Wujian had no choice but to drink it.

After drinking, Long Jun looked at Ning Wuji, "Are you curious about what I am looking for you for?"

"Two things, one is to invite you to join Zhenlongwei, and the other is to meet the old man. Before Ning Wujian could speak, Long Jun had already said the answer.

"Zhen Longwei, can I know what Zhen Longwei is going to do?" Long Jun's answer did not surprise Ning Wujian.

Long Jun shook his head and said lightly, "Unless it's someone from Zhenlongwei, I will tell you the answer." ”

"Then I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this kind of mysterious organization, sect, sect, or sect, Long Jun should choose another meritocracy!"

Raising his eyebrows, Ning Wujian refused decisively. (To be continued......)