Late at night, Ping An Restaurant.
Under a small oil lamp, the lame man and the presbyopic man were sitting on the edge. They were drinking a pot of wine. You drank one glass at a time and I drank in silence.
Under the dim light, the rippling wine did not sparkle at all, but was like the orange sunset in the evening.
Da da da
A sound of footsteps came from the stairs, causing both of them to look at each other.
Aunt Biao walked downstairs with a washbasin in her hands and walked downstairs with slightly tired steps. Her face was haggard and her eyes were full of worry.
"Is the abandoned child asleep?" Presbyopia asked.
"Yes, I went to sleep right away when I came back." Aunt Biao put down the washbasin with a basin of dirty water, wiped her face, and sighed, "He finally embarked on this road. To be honest, I really I don’t want him to be like this.”
"Well, we old Jianghu people naturally understand the complexity and darkness of Jianghu. We are not all entangled by the grievances, grievances, ups and downs of Jianghu. We are tired, tired, and scared. In the end, we just want to save our own lives. To get away, the extravagant hope is to be a little bit purer." Presbyopia held a bowl of wine, facing the dim oil lamp, staring at a thing called memory in the reflection of the wine, "On days like these, let go We wouldn’t have dared to think about it before!”
"But who hasn't been young yet? Tell me, thirty years ago, would you have wanted to live the life you have now? At that time, there were wars everywhere, killing demons, supporting justice, and providing relief. Everyone in the world wants to make achievements. Twenty years ago, martial arts was flourishing, and everyone wanted to be the best in the world. Everyone wanted to wander around the world and do chivalry.
Young people always fail to listen to the words of warning from their elders. Those who have no strength feel that cultivation is boring and yearn for the freedom of the world. Those who are powerful want fame and wealth and want to get everything they want in the world. .
However, how many people who have truly entered the arena have achieved what they wanted? How many people think that life in Jianghu is happy?
free? People in the world cannot help themselves. You know, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. No matter how strong you are, there will always be someone above you who can suppress you. "The lame man said earnestly, "But how can young people listen to these words? If he really listened, he would not be a young man anymore.
Don’t we all understand these truths only after struggling and getting injured? How can they understand these things if they don't experience the same pain as us! "
"Oh, but how can I bear to watch him suffer in the future? Which young man goes to the world of martial arts and doesn't come with enthusiasm and leaves dejectedly! I really don't want him to embark on this path and go through what we experienced in the future. Everything I have experienced." Aunt Biao said worriedly.
"The matter has come to this, and there is no point in worrying anymore. I didn't expect that the organization would actually make so many arrangements for the abandoned child here. If he doesn't choose to become a warrior, then all these things will be in vain!" Presbyopia sighed, "As early as ten years ago, I heard that the organization had discovered the inheritance of the Ghost Lord, but then I never heard about what the organization had obtained from the inheritance of the Ghost Lord. I thought that the inheritance of the Ghost Lord had been handed over secretly. To whom. Now it seems that this thing
The west has been well preserved, waiting for the day when the abandoned children need to open it again. "
"Speaking of which, do any of you know the identity of the boss's wife? For an ordinary child to receive such attention from the organization and to be on an equal footing with Lord Zi, the identity of this boss's wife..." Cripple said hesitantly.
"Don't make blind guesses. The three of us are the outermost people in the organization. Where can we get any important information? The reason why I joined the organization in the first place is because I heard that the strongest person in the organization is a A seventh-grade warrior. It is because there is such a strong man in charge that the organization can protect all the grudges committed by its subordinates in the outside world.
And I also heard that the predecessor of the organization was an extremely powerful killer organization. At first, a group of them wanted to kill this strong man. As a result, the leader of this group of people was killed, and all his subordinates took refuge under the command of this strong man. This is how Xunfeng is today! "Presbyopia frowned and said, "I think if this news is true, then the killer organization that went to assassinate this strong man was probably Juhua, who was prominent in the world for a while, but suddenly disappeared overnight! "
"Chrysanthemum?! I have also heard of this organization. At first, their reputation was ranked among the top killer organizations, but I heard that they later got into trouble with the top family in Chang'an, the Huo family. As a result, Mr. Huo and his men demolished their hometown, how come they haven't destroyed it yet?" Cripple said in confusion.
"No one who doesn't pay special attention to this organization will know about this. Mr. Huo only led people to destroy the gate of Juhua. The leader of the Juhua organization had already led people to run away. They spent a huge price to get Huo Huo off. The old man's anger subsided and the matter became less popular in the world.
Outsiders only thought that the Chrysanthemum Organization had been destroyed by Mr. Huo. In fact, they had just found an extremely secluded place to hide, and had been secretly waiting for the opportunity to come back to the world.
But I don’t know why the Chrysanthemum Organization used all its strength to hunt down a seventh-grade warrior? Isn't this simply going to die? The gap between high-grade warriors and mid-grade warriors can be described as a huge difference. For a seventh-grade warrior to kill a group of fifth-grade warriors is like crushing a group of ants. "Presbyopia frowned and said, "Those Chrysanthemum Organization killers can't all be fools and provoke such beings at will, so I conclude that there must be some indescribable reasons. "
At this moment, the cloudy eyes of the presbyopic man were shining with the light of wisdom. He was holding a bowl of wine in both hands and slowly sipping it, as if a wise man was analyzing an extremely complicated case. A calm look.
However, before his presbyopic eyes could blink for a few seconds, he was slapped awake by a slap from the sky.
Aunt Biao said disdainfully, "What's the use of talking about this stuff now? This was all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet ten years ago. Why are you still messing around with it now? Okay, okay, don't be here. You are talking nonsense, the town is noisy now, people from the organization often come and go from the formation, be careful if they overhear it, you two will get a good harvest then!"
After saying that, Aunt Biao walked out with the water she had just given He Yiqi to wash his face with.
Presbyopia and lameness
After taking another two sips of wine, he staggered back to the room and fell asleep.
After the two of them went out, the oil lamp suddenly jumped out, and Ping An Restaurant finally fell asleep peacefully in the night. It's like a child falling asleep in a warm home. In the dream, there is only the eager expectation for a better life tomorrow, and there is no careful calculation by parents about the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at home.
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Early morning, Chang'an City.
The originally lively streets were especially quiet today, not because no one was outside, but because today was... the day when the Yan Guards came down the mountain!
Two rows of soldiers wearing uniform black armor stood on both sides of the street. The cold morning chill condensed a thin layer of water droplets on their armors. The sun slightly exposed in the sky just looked at these soldiers quietly, and There is no further movement.
In the houses on both sides of the street, ordinary people poked their heads out from time to time and secretly looked at the soldiers. There was awe, curiosity, and something else in their eyes.
There were children lying on the windows, pointing their fingers at the soldiers standing in front of their homes, wanting to ask their parents who these people were.
However, his father immediately carried him into the house. The next moment, the soldier raised his head slightly, and the armor on his body flashed with an imperceptible black light. A pattern of a tiger descending from a mountain that almost occupied the entire back of the armor appeared for a moment.
At this moment, the armors of the soldiers on the entire street shone with light, and an invisible majesty burst out. The prying eyes hiding in the dark began to dodge, and some timid people were frightened to the point where they did not dare to continue. Went to see it.
The window where the child had been lying suddenly closed for some unknown reason.
A magnificent loft.
The exquisite and soft blanket is covered on the oily wooden board that is worth thousands of gold. Both the blanket and the wooden board are made of the flesh of the middle-grade demon clan. They are valuable but not marketable outside.
The bead curtains jingled under the breeze, and the crisp sound floated in the air, giving people an ethereal feeling.
The beads strung on this bead curtain are all demon elixirs from the body of a clam demon deep in the East Sea of Yangzhou. The price of each one on the market starts at a hundred taels of silver.
The only function of these beads is to be arranged according to specific rules and play music that makes people feel peaceful, which is helpful for the warrior's mental state cultivation.
Amidst the trickling music, a group of graceful women were dancing cheerfully.
The woman on the stage had her bare feet on the white blanket, her small white feet accurately stepping on the beat, and her dancing posture was wonderful.
Under the stage, two men were leaning on a low table, admiring the dance of this group of women.
There are two men, one old and one young. The eldest is the famous old prince Guo Nan in Chang'an City, and the younger is Guo Nan's only son Guo Dalong.
While enjoying the dance, Guo Dalong picked up the fruit plate and snacks on the table to eat, and clapped his hands and applauded from time to time.
Although Guo Nan's eyes fell on the dancer, his mind did not seem to be focused on it. His face was frowning, as if he was worried and thinking about something.
"On this day of endless spring, I'm afraid a storm is coming!"
