The rivers and lakes are big, and the whole world is the same, and the rivers and lakes are small, but they are not just the world.

Whenever there is any big news, it always spreads quickly, and the mouthy person eats more wine and says more nonsense, and the news spreads.

It has been rumored for a long time, and the whole world seems to know that there is such a person in the world, with high martial arts, holding a woman in his arms, and holding all the secrets of the remaining six Tibets of the Seven Tibets.

No one dares to determine whether the news is true or false, but there are many things that people would rather believe than believe.

In the middle of the world, there is a building, called the Yiyi Building. One night upstairs, some people have a night of joy, some people step into the Yellow Spring, and people who do not have some ability and courage never dare to go upstairs.

Of course, there are also some literati who wander at the bottom of the Yiyi Building, drinking wine and laughing with beautiful women, and reciting poems, most of these nameless people are safe, because they don't even have the interest of making people kill.

As the saying goes, useless is a scholar, this is true, and it is not true. After all, if you want to be a useful person, it doesn't matter if you say it yourself, it doesn't matter if the emperor says it, it depends on your fate.

When people live, they must not believe in fate, and only by not believing in fate can they go further on the road of fate.

People, they're just bigger ants.

On a rainy night, the plantains are dripping. Leng Xiao held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in the mud. He was supposed to be a guest at the night building, to fulfill the woman's appointment that day. But he stopped.

There was a person in front of him, a man who had gone through vicissitudes, and his body was fairly clean and not depressed.

He looked at Leng Xiao, silent, drenched in the rain, and knelt down heavily first, kowtowing three times. He said: "This respect, but also the grace of Mr. that day not to kill, the antidote, forgive me for being rude, after all, I have to draw a knife against Mr. ”

He stood up with a muddy body, his hair sticking to his stubble, his expression unclear, and his voice a little hoarse.

Leng Xiao looked at him quietly and said, "I know, you said it at the time." I'm glad to see you standing in front of me. ”

"Please, sir!" he bowed his head.

Thinking back then, Wan Qi Fengsheng was also the No. 1 romantic figure, setting off a few clouds and rains, racking his brains and whims, and he couldn't overlap the person in front of him with the person back then.

Perhaps, people will always change.

Leng Xiao said: "You defeat me, I will give you the Immortal Pill, or you kill me and take the Immortal Pill from my corpse." After all, sometimes it's more difficult to defeat a person than to kill a person. ”

Wan Qi Fengsheng raised the knife and said, "After saying goodbye to the Dead Man's Cave, I have been looking for Mr., and Mr. seems to have disappeared from the world. But I know that a person like Mr. can never be hidden, and recently I heard the news of the coffin bearer and the treasure hunter, and I knew that it must be Mr. ”

"Sir, why can't you just give me the elixir?"

Leng Xiao said: "You know Uchiko's condition, if one day she can't hold on, this pill can pull her back from the ghost gate again." Moreover, what is easy to get always seems meaningless. ”

"The things that are snatched up will not be of great significance," Wan Qi shook his head, and the knife in his hand hung down, "This is Mrs. Zun's life-saving medicine, I accept Mr. Zun's kindness, if I take it again, wouldn't it be better than a dog?"

Leng Xiao's eyes were indifferent, and he smiled, and he said: "Why don't you take it?" Human lives are priceless, and whoever you save is saved, if you can take it away, it is fate." ”

"The hand of the swordsman should never let go of his sword. The reason why I tell you so much is that I want to see if your knife is still as fast and sharp as it was back then. ”

Wan Qifeng shook off an old cloth and completely exposed the blade. He nodded vigorously: "Sir will see." ”

Suddenly, a ray of divine light came out of the depths of his eyes, and he was trembling all over, numb to the point that he lost consciousness, and his whole body was hot and as if he had been burned, and he had forgotten how long he had not shown such emotion, such an intoxicating, sinking emotion.

This is the reason why he became a swordsman, and the original intention of becoming a swordsman.

His road is broken halfway through, he has been brilliant, glorious, through ups and downs, through ups and downs. But his son has never seen the rising sun in the mountains, the sunset in the desert, the fish on the sea, or the breasts of women.

The scenery on the road of his life is wonderful enough, he hopes that his son can take a look and feel what he has experienced, cherished, and disdainful, as well as those that he has never walked and seen, he hopes that his son can experience and get out of his own life.

Instead of lying on the couch all day long, not even being able to say a clear word.

"Sir, offended. ”

Wan Qi Fengsheng said calmly, and then roared with all his might, the blade slashing across the muddy ground, his steps stepping out of brilliant flowers, and the wet placket of his clothes swayed his persistence.

Leng Xiao's bun was shaken away, and his long hair danced wildly, and he suddenly raised his sword to block it. The connection between Wan Qi's moves is very slow, he is no longer as fast as he was back then, he hopes that time can go slower, slower.

However, no matter how slow the time is, it still makes people breathless and still caught off guard, just like his knife.

His sword was as sharp as it had been then, staggered and separated by a few inches, and it seemed that there were sparks splashing on his face, stabbing painfully.

He wielded not only the knife, but also his life, and all his future sustenance.

Leng Xiao was shocked back, and the whole person seemed to fly up, and his toes made a long mark on the ground. He could no longer hold the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but he would rather not be able to hold the sword in his hand than the umbrella.

But whether it is an oil-paper umbrella or a long sword, he will not let go. Shi Lingxi was asleep in his arms, and no matter how noisy and cold she was, she couldn't wake her up. She slept deeply, deeply, and fell into a very deep dream.

Wan Qi Fengsheng suddenly stopped the offensive, and he asked, "Why didn't Mr. fight back, or did Mr. still look down on me and my knife?"

Leng Xiao shook his head: "You know that I have always only used one sword against a person, and now you are not worthy of my sword, and you can't catch that sword." Your heart is in turmoil, and so is your sword. ”

"Back then, you were also confused, but you were crazy, and now you are only depressed. What you need is cloudy wine, dark corners, not my sword. ”

Wan Qisheng was silent for a long time, and his fingers turned white. He suddenly smiled: "I know that I can't beat Mr., even if there is a line, there may not be." ”

"But I'm still coming, I'm coming. ”

"Immortal Pill, I will definitely take it, I will definitely do it. ”

The cold knife was in the rain, under the moon, reflecting his gloomy face, and he screamed and waved the knife: "Please sir take out the sword, I beg for that sword!"