Star Swordsman

Chapter 266 Qingming Chapter (Supplement)
During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot,
Pedestrians on the road want to die!
"how many years?"

"It's been five years!"

Liu Wuchen looked at the old man in sackcloth who was smiling kindly in front of him, and asked aloud.

A pot of turbid wine, two cups of nectar.

We also think we want to meet each other!
Drink a cup, look at each other and cry a thousand lines!
"Oh, no, no!"

The old man held up the cup and sipped it slightly on his lips. The fragrance of the stale wine permeated the sadness in the garden!
"It should be 25 years!"

Liu Wuchen bowed his head, his rosy eyes were teary, and the old man poured another glass.

"In the blink of an eye, it's been 25 years!"

"You've been moved, boy! Now, you have the strength to dominate one side, and you are no longer the fledgling kid back then!"

"Come on, have a drink!"

"This cup, but you owe me!"

Liu Wuchen looked at the old man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and burst into tears for a moment.

"Yes! I owe you!"

A choked voice came out hoarsely from his throat, Liu Wuchen raised his glass and raised it high, let's do it first!

wine is spicy,

Tears are salty,

heart is bitter,

The taste is sour!

"Old man, I'm tired!"

Liu Wuchen was not drunk, but he was lying on the round stone table.

"If you are tired, rest!"

The prosperity of the world is like a stranger, and the heartbroken hometown seems to know each other!
"This is not like what you would say, old man!"

The old man smiled and didn't speak.

"I will go back!"

"Your justice, I will definitely get it back!"

Liu Wuchen spoke solemnly, and clenched the wine glass of the mobile phone tightly.

Want to drink, the cup is empty, the pot is exhausted!

"That's fate!"

"Fate?"

Liu Wuchen was in a daze, as if he had heard the same words somewhere, but his heart was pierced!

"But I don't believe in fate!"

"What is fate? Fate must be in my own hands. I am my own destiny!"

"What's the point of having your own life in the hands of others!"

"Chess pieces?"

"Ha ha!"

"But that's really fate. It was snow that year, it was fate!"

"That day, meeting in the snow is also fate!"

The old man shook his head, showing some helplessness.

"Are you trying to persuade me to give up?"

"Give up now, so what is the purpose of my journey?"

"Is the ascites flowing!"

"No, even if everything is destroyed, I will go on!"

"Look for your own life!"

The wine enters the heart of sorrow and turns into tears of compassion,

All kinds of low-grade, swordsmen are like one realm!
"good very good!"

"You are better than me. Back then, if I missed you, I wouldn't..."

Listen to the wind, watch the clouds, and drink!

Old friends in twos and threes, wine meets bosom friends!
"Scholar, come, let's have a drink with Brother Liu!"

Shangshu held a cup in one hand and a jug of wine, and ran out of the study in three steps and two steps!

"Yes, young master! Master Liu must have been waiting for a long time! Haha!"

Xiao Shusheng has really become a scholar, with a mustache on the corner of his mouth and a light blue waiter, he really looks like a master in a school!

"Yeah, he probably couldn't wait a long time ago!"

"Scholar, pour the wine!"

"Yes, young master!"

"Young Master, Master Liu, let me offer a toast first!"

Xiao Shusheng got up, first served as a respect, then put down his wine glass, and left silently.He knew that his young master had a lot to say to Master Liu!

"Brother Liu, how long has it been since we've had a drink!"

In the haze, a young man in white raised his glass to him, his handsome face was smiling, and he said nothing!

"Brother Liu, I'm so tired!"

"Eight brothers and sisters, Wentao Wulue, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now, the eldest brother Wen Yinshi, the second brother, the third brother and the fourth brother are all gone. I gave them away!"

"It's been three years, and being the young master of the Shang family is exhausting! But, I don't regret it!"

"The Divine Fist Sect has already been wiped out by me, but where their suzerain has gone? But, there is nothing to worry about!"

"Also, Shushan, go and see for yourself when you have time! That kid Wuhen really looks like you!"

The long sea of ​​clouds and the blue sky,
In front of Kunwu Palace, I want to become a fairy!
"Little brother, don't you want to practice swords today?"

Yan Qingwu climbed Wuliang Peak, and the white-clothed boy in front of the Chongyang Palace looked at the dark sea of ​​clouds!

"Today is Ching Ming Festival!"

The words are exhausted, and the words are worrying!

The hilt of the sword in his hand was already sweating, and the blade of the sword hanging down his knees was trembling!
Two years!
That time when he heard the bad news of fainting, the innocent boy lost his childhood.

every day,

Practice the sword, practice the sword, practice the sword!

With a pain in her heart, Yan Qingwu walked up and hugged the boy in her arms.

From that day on, she never saw the boy smile openly, nor did she see the master's slack brows again!

In the Chongyang Hall, the old man in the robe looked at the sky.

"Fate?"

God also looked at him!
……

Sober up, it's dawn!

Stone table, or that stone table!

The wine glass turned over in front of me, and the aroma of the wine has not dissipated!
opposite!

The round-bottomed wine glass stood quietly, the wine was still the same wine, rippled by the breeze.

Since, no one has moved!
In the flagon, only half of it is worth it!
Sober up, people don't feel it!

Wake up, the wine is empty!

(End of this chapter)