heroes without tears

"Who are you?" The alcoholic who was called Shen Qingzheng scratched his head, then seemed to think of something, and stood up with a smile: "You said you want to buy me a drink, yes, you said that! Although I don't know What steamed braised... let's go!"

The man in red raised his eyebrows slightly and followed behind him.Gently turning the umbrella handle in my hand while walking, a few rain flower stones were painted on the Thousand Bone Umbrella with cinnabar and black ink.

Pedestrians on the road looked at him frequently, and it was true: he was born with a flamboyant appearance, dressed in wanton attire, and held a nondescript umbrella in the rainless weather, what a handsome and refined... madman.

The two sat face to face in the restaurant, one was ragged and unkempt, and the other was clean and fresh, the contrast was even stronger.

Shen Qingzheng had fine wine in his left hand and chicken legs in his right. It had been a long time since he had eaten so comfortably and happily, but the man in red on the opposite side only poured some wine, took a sip and put it down, resting his chin and looking at him, as if a flower had bloomed on his face .

He lifted the jug and filled the wine glass in front of the man in red: "Look at me, come on, do it!" As he spoke, he drank the wine in the glass by himself, but saw the man in red sipping After taking a sip, his fair cheeks blushed quietly, and his hands covered his lips with his wide sleeves, as if he was choking on the pungentness of the wine. Shen Qingzheng was immediately amused, and joked: "You are so funny, buy me a drink But I can’t drink it myself, what is the reason?”

The man in red put down his hands and looked at the man in front of him carefully, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes: "Shen Qingzheng, why...you have become like this?"

He pretended to be stupid and said: "What Shen Qingzheng? I'm not a hey. Let's say I was born with this appearance, which was given by my parents."

The man in red frowned when he heard the words, and it took a long time before he said coolly: "Don't pretend, I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes. But you, don't you recognize me?"

Shen Qingzheng smiled, and scanned the person in front of him from top to bottom: "I don't remember seeing a beauty like you. If I had, I would definitely remember it." He seemed to be thinking: "Could it be Where is the pillar of the Qin Tower? We have a dewy marriage..."

The man in red turned blue, he slapped the table and stood up, gnashing his teeth: "Shen! Qing! Zheng!——"

The huge movement attracted the attention of the people around. Shen Qingzheng didn't seem to notice it, and took another piece of stewed beef and chewed it in his mouth: "Oh, calm down, this... um, hero! You really misunderstood the person, I Not your old friend."

"You practiced martial arts at the age of three, and practiced swordsmanship at the age of five. I have a red mole on the back of your waist and half a birthmark on your right foot. I remember them all clearly!" Turning red, he raised his hand to grab Shen Qingzheng's collar and dragged him out: "If you don't eat a toast, you won't be fined, and you will have no wine for a long time!"

"Hey, a good man has something to say!—" He was dumbfounded, wanting to cry, but he had never lost his memory, so he couldn't find the person in front of him even though he searched all over his memory! "Who the hell are you?"

"Tears, Gu Wulei," the man in red held Shen Qingzheng in one hand, and did not forget to open the umbrella in the other: "How dare you forget me... How dare you forget me?! Let me remember this clearly today!"

Shen Qingzheng was held up by his collar, and the two of them stood on the busy street, only to hear the eccentric man who called himself Gu Wulei say, "Where do you live?"

"No."

Gu Wulei was startled, hesitantly said: "You... have no place to live?"

Shen Qingzheng shrugged innocently.

The expression on Gu Wulei's face changed several times, and finally sighed, holding an umbrella with one hand, and holding Qing Zheng's wrist with the other to prevent him from escaping, and found an inn to take him in.

The two booked a room, the inn was a bit shabby, but Shen Qingzheng hadn't slept in a decent bed for a long time, he touched here and there in satisfaction, and when he climbed on the bed, he was about to fall asleep, but was thrown off by Gu Wulei. Open the quilt.

"Look at you, clean up for me."

Shen Qingzheng scratched his back and threw the lice he caught to the ground: "I don't."

Someone grabbed him: "Get up for me."

"I won't get up, if it's in your way, go out."

The hands on the shoulders stopped, and the people behind them withdrew their hands in silence. Shen Qingzheng yawned, and just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and reflexively rolled to the side, but he was still drawn head-on The paper umbrella hit his shoulder.

"Wow! What are you doing!" He was in pain, and just as he stood up, he saw an unopened Thousand Bone Umbrella magnified infinitely in his sight.

I saw Gu Wulei holding an umbrella in his right hand like holding a sword, holding a sword flower in his back hand, with a sneer of anger hanging from the corner of his mouth, and without saying a word, a set of sword poses came to attack him.

Shen Qingzheng knew from his posture that this guy was serious, and hurriedly fell off the bed without even stepping on his shoes, and fled to the guest room.

"Hmph." Gu Wulei held an umbrella like a sword, and immediately stepped forward, a move that shocked thousands of shadows, Shen Qingzheng's pupils shrank, and the familiar move made him imagine the power of falling on him almost instantly, There was no way to dodge in a hurry, so he had to raise his arms to block. Although the bamboo thousand-bone umbrella had no edge, the sharp sword intent and strong strength of the master of the move still made his arms numb for a while.

In a short while, the two moves were dismantled, and the two of them had fled outside the room. The corridor on the second floor of the inn was narrow, and Shen Qingzheng ran down the wooden stairs. Roll down the stairs in planer position.

When Shen Qingzheng arrived downstairs, he ran out of the inn without a moment's pause, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Help! Kill someone!"

The sleepy waiter in the inn suddenly woke up, and seeing the scene in the room, he immediately shrank his neck and hid himself under the table.

Gu Wulei looked down coldly, lifted up the hem of the crimson clothes with a flick of his hand, and patted the railing on the second floor with his left hand without holding an umbrella, and jumped down directly.The red clothes with wide robes and wide sleeves spread out like wings in the air, making the sound of hunting wind, and the sharp and cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to be frosted under the reflection of a vigil candle at night.

There was no sound when it landed, and it attacked Shen Qingzheng without stopping.

The slovenly man let out a helpless "嗐", lowered his waist to avoid a sharp slash, raised his toes to block the long wooden stool from the Thousand Bone Umbrella, and shouted: "Heroic man, spare your life! If you have something to say, speak up!"

"Should be recruited!" Gu Wulei stopped drinking.

Shen Qingzheng looked around, and there was nothing that could be used as a temporary weapon. He wanted to cry without tears, so he had to use two fingers together to make a sword.

Not only was Gu Wulei not annoyed when he was pushed away, but the anger on his face subsided a bit. The bamboo umbrella controlled his strength, and his eyes were serious to pull it apart.

The two of them came and went for a while, and they had already got dozens of moves right, but Shen Qingzheng became more and more frightened.The sword moves of this strange young man in front of him who called himself Gu Wulei were so familiar, as if he was from the same school as him... No, even the sword intent is extremely similar, he can predict every move of the opponent, and the opponent He also knows his tricks like the back of his hand.

If there is someone in the world who is so familiar with his sword moves, he can't imagine it, and even thinks about it.Because his fellow apprentice brothers have already...

Ruo was in doubt, and suddenly saw Gu Wulei's change of move, he subconsciously changed his footwork according to the opponent's starting gesture, stepped on the Lingbo seven-star formation, and was about to slant his left foot backwards, when suddenly his foot tightened, He lost his balance and fell to the side—it was because he hadn't practiced martial arts for a long time, his muscles and bones couldn't be stretched, his feet couldn't keep up with the footwork requirements, and he sprained.

He was startled but it was too late, Gu Wulei seized the opportunity, the bamboo umbrella mercilessly hit the knees, his knees felt numb with dull pain, he couldn't help but knelt down on the ground with a plop, at the same time, The bamboo umbrella stabbed head-on with fierce sword energy!

Shen Qingzheng's eyes widened, and the tip of the umbrella barely stayed half an inch away in front of him. The wind of the sword blew up his hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of straight eyebrows that were hidden in the mountains and hidden in the water.

The paper umbrella was steady without any wavering, just like the firm gaze of the man in front of him.

Shen Qingzheng met those eyes, the emotions contained in them were too complicated, his heart trembled, but there was a smile on his face, just about to play tricks to beg for mercy, but saw that the young man in red had already withdrawn the umbrella first, closed his eyes, as if Slowly sighing the pent-up breath in my heart, I stared at him and asked softly, "Are you... worthy of those who died?"

He trembled all over, and lowered his head. He didn't know what his expression was, and the sound of teasing and pleading for forgiveness stopped abruptly.

Gu Wulei didn't say another word, didn't even look at him again, and left in a huff.

After a long silence, he got up from the ground, and the moon was already in the middle of the sky.The surroundings of the inn were silent, and suddenly there were a few low-pitched flute sounds in the wind.

The sound of the flute is sad and desolate, but also has a sense of broad and heroic, just like the Yongliang land under the feet that has been burned by the flames of war, and like the sword in the hand of an old hero who refuses to let go, as if it is close to the ear , It seems to come from an unreachable horizon, counting the past events over and over again.

He walked into the yard and looked up. He was sitting on the roof and under the moon in the red dress. The evening wind blew the crowing of the little owl and the fragrance of winter plums. The man slightly closed his fierce phoenix eyes in the daytime. , playing the familiar tune over and over again, and a bamboo wand painted with Yuhua stone is quietly placed beside him within reach, like a sighing audience.