There was a heavy snowfall, which fell at midnight last night, and then stopped at dawn, falling in Baoding City.
In the dying snow, there was sudden movement in front of the ancient mansion.
A small empty space was cleared out of the snow, and a dustpan was propped up with a wooden stick. There were a few grains of wheat under the dustpan, and a slender hemp rope was tied to the stick.
Behind an old locust tree at the corner, two dolls with runny noses and tiger-like heads were peering around. When they saw a few chirping sparrows, their eyes suddenly lit up and they became calm.
Seeing the sparrow chasing the wheat and about to get into the dustpan, a few horse neighs suddenly came, and the sudden sound of horse hooves broke everything.
Then I saw sparrows flying away in fright.
Seeing Kong being so happy, the two children stomped their feet angrily, their faces turned red, and they could only stare angrily at the visitor.
They were a few people from the world, dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, with swords in their arms. They stopped in front of the locked red door with high spirits and looked at both sides of the door with eyes of great admiration and respect.
It turns out that there is a couplet carved on the stone wall next to the door.
One school has seven Jinshi, and the father and his son have three talents.
A group of five people dismounted their horses, held the reins and ropes, and looked at everything in this mansion as if they were on a pilgrimage.
Once upon a time, this place was famous all over the world, and there were countless powerful martial arts masters, invincible martial arts heroes, and countless ordinary people who passed through it.
This is the holy place in the hearts of people in the martial arts world, and it is also a place respected by people in the world.
Li Yuan.
As for these five people, they had just heard the stories about "Li Garden" and what happened here, and now they wanted to see it with their own eyes.
In fact, in the past twenty years, countless young people and fledgling heroes have come to visit here. They all yearn for the world, and yearn for one day to be as famous as "Xiao Li Fei Dao" and "Flying Swordsman". Become them, their chivalry will spread far and wide, and their swords will dominate the world.
Unfortunately, "Xiao Li Fei Dao" has become a legend in the martial arts world. The hero is no longer there, and "Li Yuan" has also declined.
Very old indeed.
The red paint on the door has long been mottled, the copper ring is rusty, and weeds have grown on the high walls and between the tiles in the courtyard.
The door is empty.
Li Yuan should not be like this.
Five people, five brothers, with a moment of loss flashing in their eyes, and some even overflowing with tears, stood silently in the snow for a long time.
But the sadness in their eyes soon disappeared, and they became energetic and ambitious.
Because they all firmly believe that they will become famous, just like countless young people who yearn for martial arts, learn martial arts, and sharpen their swords. With their passion and chivalry, they are determined to make a name for themselves in the world and fight.
Yes, too many people have entered the turbulent world from here, but how many people can come back in the end...
The five young people left, singing loudly, riding away, heading towards the rivers and lakes they longed for.
Behind the locust tree, the two children were looking at the backs of the five people walking away with envy, completely forgetting how angry they were just now.
"When we grow up in the future, we will do the same. Big brother will protect you then."
"good!"
"What does this look like?"
A woman appeared quietly behind them and grabbed their ears. The two babies were dragged home crying.
After a short while of silence, someone else came.
Li Muchan is here.
He came unhurriedly, looking at this ancient mansion with emotion and melancholy.
Because he had been here once upon a time, and just like those who left just now, he was also full of ambitions, aiming to spread his chivalrous reputation far and wide, getting drunk with a sword, and laughing proudly in the world.
At that time, he was more arrogant than everyone else and the most ambitious one.
"Why are you sighing?" the goddess of bliss asked curiously.
Li Muchan put his hands behind his back and said softly: "At the beginning of the story, people often have a beautiful dream in their hearts, and my dream started from here."
The goddess of bliss has a clear mind, and she understood the meaning behind her words in a blink of an eye: "Where did the young master start his career in the world?"
"Yes," Li Muchan said softly, looking at the tiles and grass in front of him, "but the old dream is about to end, and the new dream is about to begin."
He turned around and left without any nostalgia.
A narrow alley, hidden at the corner of the street, runs against the back wall of the mansion.
There were very few people on the street, and the heavy snow fell again before it had time to melt. It was full and terrifyingly deserted.
In the alley, a small chicken feather shop was still open for business. Smoke was rising from the low chimney. The high wall blocked the skylight. The dead leaves on the ground were flying in the cold wind, as if no one cared about it.
Li Muchan walked in with the Paradise Girl.
The cotton curtain was lifted, and the shopkeeper was a man in blue in his early thirties. If he hadn't been exposed to the smoke of firewood and oil for many years, he would have been an extremely handsome man.
Full plump sky, thick black eyebrows, a pair of really beautiful red phoenix eyes, a straight bridge of nose, and two lips as thin as sword blades.
With such a set of facial features, any face can be called handsome, but the skin on the man's face is too rough, shiny, with green stubble, and it is extremely unkempt.
"Your Majesty, you want to eat..." Seeing the guest come in, the man subconsciously wanted to greet him, but mid-sentence, his tone suddenly changed, "It's you?"
This person seemed to know Li Muchan.
Li Muchan and Paradise Girl chose a seat and sat down. They smiled when they heard this and said, "I didn't expect that the store would still remember me."
The man's eyes were filled with surprise, but he soon returned to normal: "I can't help it. The business in my small place is deserted, and there are only a few people coming and going. Naturally, I have to develop the habit of recognizing customers, and my memory has always been very good."
He casually brought over a pot of wine, a plate of cooked meat, a plate of tofu, and a few sesame seed cakes.
After doing all this, the man said with a half-smile, "You didn't die outside?"
He still remembered that the people in front of him were with withered clothes and unkempt hair, and they looked like refugees fleeing from famine. But even so, they still looked high-spirited, as if they were fearless, and even exchanged their knowledge of brewing for a full meal. I ordered seven steamed buns, two plates of beef, and a roast chicken, and drank two bottles of wine.
So even if they meet by chance, the man will remember it clearly.
Looking back now, this man has changed his clothes, his demeanor has changed, and he has a beautiful woman by his side. He has clearly made a name for himself.
Meeting an acquaintance again is always a joyful thing. Li Muchan drank wine and said slowly: "I almost died several times, but fortunately I was still close."
The man suddenly turned his ears and heard horses galloping outside, as well as exclamations, which brought out an air of chilling. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that today is not a good time to open for business."
Li Muchan shook his head: "So you really don't have any business acumen. The greater the risk, the more money you make. If I were you, this pot of wine would cost at least one thousand eight hundred taels of silver now. A plate of peanuts is worth three to four hundred taels."
The man seemed dumbfounded and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice coming from outside: "He is indeed a ghost whose wealth can lead to the gods. His method of making money is different from other people's."
The visitor opened the curtain and entered, and it turned out to be an acquaintance.
"Songyang Iron Sword" Guo Ding.
This person walked in front, and three more people came in behind.
One of the young men with a pale face said coldly: "Li Muchan, do you still remember the blood debt of my Wei family back then?"
"Wei family?" Li Muchan frowned when he heard this, then smiled suddenly, "You are talking about Wei Tianpeng, right?"
The man just sneered, found a seat and sat down like Guo Ding, without doing anything, as if waiting for something.
The store owner said: "It seems that business will be very good today."
"Haha," the three who came in after each took out a gold ingot and said with a smile, "Then I'll let you make a fortune, buy a table of food and wine, and order some good coffins."
This wasn't over yet. After a while, many more people came one after another.
There are both new and familiar faces.
Including Ding Lingzhong whom I met in Mount Emei that day.
Then I heard a crisp sound of tinkling sounds and chased in. It was Ding Linglin...
(End of chapter)
