Song of Adolescence

"Green ant wine, a small red clay stove. The sky is snowy in the evening, can you drink a cup?" A man in black with a cold face was sitting on a carriage, holding a wine glass in his hand, smiling and looking towards The person in front of you.

There were sixteen people in total, and everyone held a knife, a knife as bright as snow.

"Xiongtai is good for Yaxing." The leading knife man smiled, "But we can drink wine, but you have to keep the things on the carriage."

"Oh?" The black-clothed man's mouth raised slightly, "It was too hard for you to follow me all the way in this snowy day, but you are destined to not get what you want, so I want to invite you to drink this glass of wine, and then..."

"Then?" The knife man raised his eyebrows, holding the knife a bit stronger.

"Then go to die!" The black-clothed man jumped up, flashing silver light in his hands.

The knife man lifted the knife and shouted angrily: "Go!"

Only hearing a sharp impact, the silver light of the black man's right hand directly hit the blade of the swordsman.

"Fingertip blade." The knife man took a breath. He seemed to hear the sound of something cracking. He hurried back, but it was too late. The knife in his hand was as bright as snow. It broke.

The black-clothed man smiled and raised his hand. The swordsman watched that the thin, cicada-winged fingertip blade danced in the man’s hand a very beautiful knife flower, one flower and two, and then turned into thousands of flowers. It is as beautiful as a buddha lotus blooming in an instant. But the knifeman could no longer see, the fingertip blade lightly scratched a blood mark on his neck. The black-clothed man had a point to his toe, and three steps away, the knife man's entire head slid down, and blood was flowing.

"The person who sent you may not tell you who I am." The black-clothed man returned to the carriage and picked up the glass that had just been put down again. "Perhaps you are willing to drink this last glass of wine now?"

"Fingerblade, are you from the Tang Sect in Shuzhong?" The swordsmen retreated.

"Perhaps." With a wave of the black-clothed man's sleeves, a small red-tailed arrow was instantly nailed to the forehead of a swordsman. "You said that I am from Tang Sect, and this small arrow will be given away. Give it to you."

The world was so quiet that there was only the sound of snow falling softly again. There were still thirteen swordsmen standing, but no one dared to speak anymore, and no one knew whether the next hidden weapon would fly towards him. Each of them held their breath and lived under the hidden weapon of Tang Sect. There is only one chance to go down.

The black-clothed man smiled and gently pulled the rein: "Drive!"

The carriage took him away from the thirteen swordsmen with ease, and no one dared to try to stop it.

Until the carriage drove three miles away, the black-clothed man who had been smiling and drinking finally put down his glass and began to cough heavily. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Master asked me this time. What kind of goods are being transported, attracting so many masters along the way."

After the man finished speaking, he flicked the rein, and he turned over and jumped onto the hood. And there was a person standing on the hood of the car. He was about thirty years old, with white hair swaying in the wind, holding a jade sword in his hand, which was quite immortal.

"Tang Lian?" The man turned his head and smiled at the man. With a light touch on his toe, he jumped out of the car hood and landed leisurely on a dead tree next to him.

But the light of the blade of the man's fingertips flickered, and it had already pierced out, but it was only empty.

"Do you know my name?" The man's pupils suddenly tightened.

"We will see you again." The white-haired man did not answer, beaming his sword with a smile.

At this time, the carriage was walking away all the way.

"White-haired jade sword, light and outstanding. Why have you never heard Master say that there is such a master in the rivers and lakes?"

It was late at night, and the snow outside was getting bigger and bigger. Tang Lian drove the carriage into a dilapidated temple and made a fire to take a rest. But he always thought of the person he saw during the day. When the man fell on the car hood, the wind and snow almost flowed backward when the man fell on the hood, but when Tang Lian confronted him, he didn't seem to have a fight. The meaning of Tang Lian was not certain of victory with his light skill and murderous spirit.

"What a strange person." Tang Lian threw the straw in her hand into the fire, but at this moment, a horse hiss suddenly came from the door. Tang Lian immediately waved his hands to put out the fire, and she jumped up and sat on the beam.

"This snow is too big, how long will it take to stop." A man complained loudly and rushed into the temple, sat down, listening to the voice seems to be a somewhat immature teenager.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my horse to be a horse of a thousand miles, we would have been buried by the snow." Another person also came in slowly, with a lazy voice, but the voice seemed to be longer. How old.

"Hey hey hey, how long have you been talking along the way, are you a horse seller?" The boy was a little impatient.

"Let's make a fire first." The other person ignored him.

"It doesn't seem to be cold in the temple." There was some confusion in the boy's voice, "It seems..."

"Is there a life just gone?" The other person leaned down, touched the dust on the ground lightly, turned his head and glanced at the young man, "It's hot."

Tang Lian, who had been lying on the beam and closed his eyes, opened his eyes in an instant. He gently turned over, and the whole body fell silently and vertically, with the fingertips in his hands, and headed straight towards the person.

"Great. That's convenient!" The boy was overjoyed, "I'm still afraid that the grass is wet, so I can't even light it."

Tang Lian was taken aback, and said to her heart: Could it be just two ordinary passers-by? He hurriedly threw a thin thread from his sleeve, wrapped it around the beam, and pulled himself back.

The two below had already started the fire, sitting on the side and raising their hands. Tang Lian looked at the fire, and saw that one of them was wearing only a thin red dress with a handsome face, while the other was wearing a thick fox fur coat, her whole being shrunk in it, lazily leaning on the pillar.

"Lei Wujie, you said you want to take me to Xueyue City, but you have already gone in the wrong direction twice. This time you are sure that the road is right?" These two are naturally Xiao Se and Lei who set off from Xueluo Mountain Villa. Wu Jie, but it has been more than ten days since the departure, because the wind and snow were too big, but the two of them stayed in place for a long time.

Lei Wujie smiled helplessly: "Actually, it's the first time I have been to Xueyue City, but I swear it must be right this time."

Hearing the three words Xueyuecheng, Tang Lian moved in her heart and looked at Lei Wujie.

His surname is Lei? Could it be from the Lei family of Jiangnan Pilitang? But the name Lei Wujie has never been heard before.

Xiao Se looked at Lei Wujie with a sneer, ignored him and closed his eyes.

"Xiao Se..." Lei Wujie frowned suddenly and sniffed the air vigorously, "Did you smell a smell."

"Taste?" Xiao Se opened his eyes and sniffed, "It is the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of roses."

Lei Wujie stood up and looked out the door: "Will the rose bloom in a snowy day?"

"No. It's the fragrance of rose dew. Rose dew, which is out of the big food, Champa, Java, and back to China, can only be bought in the Baihua Pavilion of the imperial capital..." Xiao Se didn't stand up, just turned his head and looked out the door. When is there a woman standing.

A very beautiful woman. She was wearing a thin purple shirt, and the wind gently blew her long gown. The silver moonlight shone on her, making her whole body as white as jade. She smiled at the person inside the door, and the faint fragrance of roses followed her. With a smile, it seemed to become more gentle.

But her voice is also very gentle: "Unexpectedly, in this wilderness, you can meet someone who can recognize the elegance. I begged the Master Baihua for many days, and she sold me this bottle, but you I smelled it."

Xiao Se smiled and replied: "The wind is high and the moon is cold. We made a fire inside, it is very warm, do the girl come in and sit down?"

"No need." The woman still smiled softly and stretched out her hand to stroke her hair.

"You are beautiful. When the wind blows on your temples, the style is even more beautiful." Xiao Se turned to look at Lei Wujie, "But my little brother has only one dream of a hero in one heart, a beautiful heart. He is afraid that he still doesn't understand."

At this time, Lei Wujie had a gold sticker in his hand. It flew out of her hand when the woman reached out to stroke her hair. The speed was so fast that even Lei Wujie was taken aback. Lei Wujie picked up the gold note and looked at it. It was square, with only one word written on it.

dead.

Lei Wujie remembered a legend. Although it was his first time to dabble in the rivers and lakes, he liked to listen to various legends in the rivers and lakes since he was a child. For example, there is such a saying in the arena.

"Yue Ji laughed and sent the post, Ming Hou angrily murdered."