Singing every night, I hope to be drunk for a long time, and now I have wine, happy and forget my worries.

A bean shimmers, shining through the cracks in the cramped walls. After the more leaky sound in the alley, a long shout came from the front of the tavern: "Xie Ye go slowly!" The shouter held the broken silver in his hand, nodded his head, and smiled obscenely.

Still black robes, unkempt short stubble, and unrestrained greasy hair, flashed in the darkness. But the title has changed. Today, under the black stone cliff, there are fewer people who know "Purple Feather Black Evil", but no one does not know "Xie Ye". It's just that the nature of the country is easy to change and difficult to change, Xie Ye is still a frequent visitor to Ningxiang Pavilion, and occasionally comes to this alley to inquire about the news.

Walking in the dark, the noise around the ears is constant, all of them are chasing the wind and catching shadows, and they can't be on the stage. Such as the romance between Chu Tao and Leng Fengyi, the past entanglement between Yan Hong and Tang Yao, and the rights and wrongs between Qin Dashao and the eldest son of the Qi family. Sneered, these are much more interesting than the stories of the scholars in the Ning Xiang Pavilion. If the scholar heard how they spread the word about Yan Hong and his own jokes, he would be so angry that he would stop working.

The person who arranges the story will one day naturally become a story in the mouth of others.

Xie Junhe couldn't hear how others arranged him, so he thought that he was too murderous, and no one dared to get tired of making such a fateful attempt.

The drunk do not know that the awake are worried. Jun He sneered.

often walks in the alleys, just for Ling Yuansheng's business. After all, this person was also a member of the Feather Sword Sect, and Chu Tao made him the dart master of the dart game. But the whereabouts of the family are a concern that cannot be let go of no matter where they go. So Xie Junhe sent people around to visit what happened to the Ling family with Li Luo.

Sometimes, in the rivers and lakes, no news is the best news. It's like Su Su, who hasn't heard from him for ten years. With Xie Junhe's understanding of Li Luo, he knows that this family is more than lucky.

But when he weighed the half of the blood jade that he had tried to find in his hand, he still felt a little heartache. Maybe one day, he will take a similar object from a stranger, and all expectations will be lost.

Ling Yuansheng was waiting for him in the Ning Xiang Pavilion - he said that he was going to have a drink, but in fact, it was just a retreat that Xie Junhe was thinking about if it was not good news, and he could use it at any time - he didn't want to use it in his heart.

But today, there are only two people sitting opposite each other, each with a full cup and drinking from each other. It wasn't until after the three cups that the expectation in Ling Yuansheng's eyes was exhausted little by little. He just threw out the half of the desperate jade pendant, and under the blood, he was speechless, and it was already ominous. Ling Yuansheng knew this, and he didn't ask, he only put out the other half of the blood jade, and put it on the table to form a pair.

"Drink two more drinks with me. He said.

Xie Junhe poured wine for him: "Tomorrow I will change Zhao Dart Master to work, and if you want to drink, you can drink enough." ”

"It is said that Xie Ye is cold-blooded and cold-hearted, but in fact, it is not true. ”

Xie Junhe laughed and said: "Fortunately, Li Luo's broken boy didn't make them suffer too much, and I have asked people to find a way to move the tomb to the mountain behind the Black Stone Cliff." If you want to think about it, you can always go and see it in the future. He tilted his head and patted him the shoulder.

In the night, the pigeons stopped at the window lattice, calling out at an inopportune time. Xie Junhe picked up a stone and threw it over, and the pigeon dodged with a tacit understanding, circled twice playfully, and flew back into the night. Chu Tao didn't know what was going on.

"Yan Hong, take care of Ling Daxia, tonight's wine is on my account!" As soon as the words fell, he returned to the long street, leaving Ling Yuan's voice in grief, swallowing the liquor and tears alone.