Song of Adolescence

Amidst the ruins, a man was slowly riding a horse forward. He carried a stick on his shoulder, and a wine gourd dangling from the stick. He is a person who attracts attention wherever he walks, because he has white hair and because he wears a red goblin mask.

The sculpture of that mask is so lifelike that if you walk on the road, you should make children who accidentally see it start to cry.

"The new ghost is annoying the old ghost and crying, the sky is overcast, rainy, and wet."

The Ghost Face Man's voice was a bit dumb, as if it deliberately lowered his voice. He looked at the drizzle in front of him, and suddenly reined his horse, and with a light hand shake, the wine gourd turned in front of him. He raised his head and took a sip and exhaled contentedly: "It's really good wine."

"Last year in this door today." A voice came from a distance.

"Human faces are peach blossoms against each other." The voice seemed a little closer.

"I don't know where to go." The voice seemed to be still in my ears.

"Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze." A figure stood on the ruined wall, the man holding a spear with long hair fluttering, looking into the distance, his tone was actually emotional.

"The spear fairy." The ghost face shook his hand slightly, and the wine gourd on the stick flew up and landed on Sikong Changfeng's hand. Sikong Changfeng shook gently: "The wine you just drank, brought it to me, isn't it a bit unkind? You obviously have a new pot around your waist."

"This pot." The ghost-faced man gently patted the hip flask around his waist, and looked into the distance, "I went to honor the Desolate City Lord over there."

"Desolate City." Sikong Changfeng raised his head and took a sip of wine. "No one has mentioned this name for a long time."

"When North left the country, it was originally a prosperous place on earth. Back then, it was more adjacent to the Western Regions, and that city was a medicine city guarding the west of the imperial city. However, due to climate change, the Western Regions moved south, and the city of Bi Luo replaced it. In the end, this city was ruined to this point, and the city over there went to the air, and was jokingly called the Desolate City. But because the sword fairy lived here alone, the world admired it and became Muliang City." The ghost-faced man touched his waist. The hip flask in the room, "taking one person as one city, this kind of courage is admirable."

"Since you are here, are you here to find that person?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not to see a rare rain in this desert. Someone is going home, but the sword fairy in the city might stop him. But it just so happens that I am the white tiger guarding him. Do your part." The ghost-faced man smiled, "The spear fairy, isn't it also Suzaku?"

"It's all in the past. When I was young, I had a feeling of domineering and awe-inspiring when I was young, saying something about Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu. But listening to this in these years, there is always a kind of indescribable...shame." Sikong Changfeng leaped forward. Leap, jumped down from the ruins, a maroon horse jumped out from the corner and steadily caught him, "After that age, I am just here to help my future... son-in-law A handful."

"The spear fairy wants to be the head of the country?" The ghost face man's voice changed and changed, and he couldn't hear the truth.

"Cheesy." Sikong Changfeng laughed and cursed, "Since you have already waited for me, then let's go."

The ghost face asked in confusion: "The spear fairy thinks that I haven't moved forward, waiting for you?"

"Otherwise, you want to stop Luo Qingyang?" Sikong Changfeng snorted disdainfully, and threw the hip flask in his hand back into the hands of the ghost face man, and then kicked his stomach towards Mu Liang. Go in the direction of the city.

"I was underestimated." The Ghost Face sighed, and kicked his stomach to follow.

"Senior Spear Fairy has entered the top three in the championship this time, but he is still one place worse than Luo Qingyang. Is Spear Fairy confident that he can stop him?" Ghost Mianren said quietly.

"My elder brother Baili Dongjun is also a top two, do you believe that I beat him in Xueyue City every day?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "Occupy the position of the big city lord, but he only drinks wine and makes wine every day. I see it once."

"The spear fairy is so prestigious." The ghost face smiled.

Finally, Mu Liangcheng's appearance became clearer and clearer.

The city gate is huge. Above the high gate, there is a plaque hanging, but the name on it is already mottled, and it is hard to distinguish the specific words. But there was a sword mark on it, running through the entire plaque.

"One sword in ten years, the sword spirit is still there, it can be said to be timeless." The ghost face said with emotion, "No wonder it has been called the head of the five sword immortals."

"Just here." Sikong Changfeng stopped.

It was still a few hundred steps away from the gate of Muliang City, but Sikong Changfeng stopped his horse, and the Ghost Mianren did not protest, and stopped together.

About a stick of incense time passed. Sikong Changfeng still held a spear, his waist straight. The ghost face man shook the empty jug, raised his head and drank the last few drops, then licked his mouth, and then reached out to touch the still full jug at his waist, a little confused.

"Come." Sikong Changfeng suddenly raised his head.

The eyes under the ghost mask of the ghost face suddenly glowed.

There is a sword coming from the west.

No, there is only one scabbard!

The scabbard was extremely long, almost twice the size of an ordinary sword. There is only one sword that can fit in such a scabbard.

The name of the sword is Jiuge, the sword is not out of its sheath, but it has been defeated by all swordsmen in the world. Did not enter the top ten famous swords, but the reputation did not give up.

At this moment, the sword is out of its sheath!

The scabbard flew towards Sikong Changfeng, engulfing a dust. Sikong Changfeng's expression did not change, until the scabbard was in front of him, he slammed his spear.

The spear is against the scabbard.

A gully tens of feet long appeared suddenly!

The wind was all over the ground, and the ghost-faced man's long stick flicked lightly, breaking the gust of wind in front of him.

Sikong Changfeng flicked his spear, and the scabbard flew straight back suddenly.

The sheath is out, the sword has not yet appeared!

Sikong Changfeng suddenly turned his horse's head and his spear dropped: "Let's go."

"It's worthy of a duel of the top players on the list. It's really poetic." Guimian said with emotion.

"He didn't mean to go out of town."

"How did you know?"

"The sword intent on the scabbard told me."

"Poetic." The ghost face turned his head, "but my gift hasn't been sent yet."

"You can learn from Luo Qingyang, ten miles flying sword." Sikong Chang said without looking back.

"Try it." The ghost-faced man shook his long stick and knocked the hip flask on his waist. He swung a heavy blow, hit the flask, and swept away in the direction of the city gate.

A gray figure suddenly appeared on the city wall and reached out to take the flask.

"The gift is here, let's go." The ghost-faced man rode his horse and ran away, but in a different direction from Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng turned his head at this moment, looked at his back thoughtfully, and whispered softly, "White Tiger..."