It's snowy and cold in winter.
The air this year is unusually dry and cold. In previous years, the river under the small stone bridge was only covered with a thin layer of ice, but this year there was more than three inches of ice.
Qiao Huaigui held his knife and stood on the small stone bridge, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.
That dark cloud was very big, very heavy, and very low.
It blocks the sun's rays and blocks the sun's temperature.
Cold, only cold. It seemed that only the strong liquor from Chonghua Jiwai could drive away the cold that penetrated the bone marrow.
However, Qiao Huaigui didn't seem to feel the same coldness. Like a lonely snow wolf, he stood in the ice and snow, looking up and waiting.
Wine shop.
Under the heat of the fire, the huge temperature difference between the inside and outside of the house made many Jianghu people afraid to easily step out of the only warm place inside and outside the market.
Feng Qiye and Mei Huayin sat opposite each other on both sides of the table. You looked at me and I looked at you.
Feng Qiye still had an indifferent expression on his face, and Mei Huayin still kept chattering, talking and laughing, making everyone in the world salivate, but they were helpless.
However, in two days, two people had died in her hands, and they were all killed with one blow, without any delay or chance to fight back.
Just like that, one day, two days, three days...
Master Feng Qi finally got tired. Maybe I'm tired of the fried salmon, the Jiuyang white tofu is also tasteless, and the Sanmenshan fried meat with bamboo shoots has lost its previous fragrance. He stood up, patted his half-grown belly, put his hands behind his back, took a figure-footed step, looked slightly at a corner on the second floor, and walked out of the restaurant.
Walk in the opposite direction of Zhonghuaji.
After Feng Qiye's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, a long sigh came from the air: "Life has been wasted, and there are swords in the world. Only the new people cry, but the old people don't laugh."
This sigh is meaningful yet puzzling.
Mei Huayin snorted, ordered another pot of wine, and drank until her face was red and she was almost drunk.
She is a naturally beautiful woman, and coupled with the fine wine, Meihuayin looks even more beautiful and charming.
She stood up unsteadily and came to the side of a handsome man from the world. She leaned on his back and asked quietly: "Sir, is the Nu family beautiful?"
The man was silent, looking at an ancient book in his hand without any distractions. Seeing that the teasing was unsuccessful, Mei Huayin stood up and staggered away. As she walked, she said: "What a scholar who doesn't understand the charm of the world. What can he learn from reading? It is said that there is a golden house in a book, and there is a beautiful face in a book." , Now this Yan Ruyu is right in front of me, but I don’t dare to pick it, what is it if it’s not an elm knot?”
After saying that, Mei Huayin stopped, looked at the scholar and shouted: "Scholar, are you serious about not sending me back to my room?"
The scholar said nothing and still lowered his head to read.
Mei Huayin smiled sweetly and shouted to the waiter: "Waiter, come here and help me back to the room."
When the waiter heard the sound, he walked up with a flattering smile, bowed his waist, and respectfully helped Mei Huayin go up to the second floor. He opened the door and invited Mei Huayin in, and then he got out and closed it quietly. door.
It was getting dark again, and it was time for Qiao Huaigui to come out of Chonghuaji, but the snowstorm still didn't come.
Master Feng Qi left, Mei Huayin entered the room, and the whole world seemed to become quiet.
There was only one place where a lonely figure was slowly moving forward.
...
On the official road thirty miles south of Chonghuaji, a young man in tattered clothes was walking alone.
On his head was a somewhat tattered bamboo hat with clumps of white snow hanging on it, and a tattered cloak whirred behind him.
His face and hands were already red from the cold, and a pair of cotton boots under his feet were tattered in places, revealing the dead cotton wadding.
But only five miles behind the young man, a bearded man was driving a carriage forward. In the carriage sat a young man. He was dressed in rich clothes and looked like a young man from a wealthy family.
There was a brazier burning in the car, and beside him was a puddle of fine wine to keep out the cold.
When the carriage was parallel to the young man, the big man driving the horse suddenly stopped. The horse neighed and hit the ground hard with its front hooves, splashing little bits of snowflakes and broken ice. The young man in brocade clothes opened the curtain and looked at the young man and said, "Young man, get in the car and have a glass of wine."
Hearing the sound, the young man stopped and looked at the young man in brocade clothes and replied: "I don't have any wine."
The young man in brocade smiled and said, "I have it, I'll treat you to it."
The young man replied: "It's not my wine. I won't drink it. I don't have money, so I won't drink your wine."
When the young man in Jinyi heard this, he paused with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "Interesting, so interesting. I, Li Maoshan, have not met such an interesting person for a long time."
The young man continued: "Since you find it interesting, when I have money, I will treat you to a drink."
When the young man in brocade heard this, he immediately turned his head, looked at the young man and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to treat me to a drink."
(This paragraph pays tribute to Senior Gu Long's "Sentimental Swordsman's Ruthless Sword")
After the young man in brocade clothes finished speaking, he told the big man driving the car to continue driving, and soon disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
The young man looked at the disappearing cars and horses, his face unmoved, and he continued to move forward step by step. According to his speed, the thirty miles would probably take a day in this cold winter season.
Before nightfall, Li Maoshan's carriage finally stopped at the door of the wine shop. After the bearded man tied up his horse, he followed Li Maoshan into this restaurant that had been open outside Chonghuaji for who knows how many years but has a huge daily passenger flow. Wine shop.
When the waiter saw this, he quickly came up and asked, "Do you want to be a guest or stay in a hotel?"
Li Maoshan suddenly opened his fan and flashed, showing off his coolness and style in this cold winter season.
"Stay in the hotel and find a room for me." Li Maoshan said unceremoniously.
At this time, Mei Huayin, who was preparing to rest in the house, heard Li Maoshan's voice, opened the door and walked out. She had her hair spread loose, wearing loose silk and satin, and a piece of snow-white skin was exposed on her chest, looming. It offended all the people in the arena, and their evil spirits suddenly rose, their mouths became dry, and some even had nosebleeds spurting out in an instant.
Mei Huayin looked at Li Maoshan, shook her hand, and said in a charming and charming voice: "Hey, Master Li, why are you here?"
When Li Maoshan saw it, his expression suddenly tightened and he was about to run. As he ran, he said with some horror: "Why is she here?"
Seeing this, the big man with the beard chased after him while shouting: "Sir, what's wrong with you? You can't stay in the hotel anymore?"
When Mei Huayin saw Li Maoshan running out without saying a word, she immediately yelled loudly: "Li Maoshan, stop here."
Not to mention it was okay, with this shout, Li Maoshan ran faster, so much so that the bearded man couldn't catch up. However, as luck would have it, in the dark night, Li Maoshan was only focused on escaping, forgetting to look at the road in front of him, and bumped into Qiao Huaigui who was walking out of Chonghuaji.
Feeling the strong impact, Qiao Huaigui's inner energy flowed rapidly and intercepted Li Maoshan.
When Li Maoshan stabilized his figure, under the dim light reflected by the white snow, he looked at Qiao Huaigui's face carefully, and his expression suddenly changed again.
He looked at Qiao Huaigui as if he were mourning for his heir, and said with a hopeless expression, "Why are you here?"
