small rivers and lakes

The Qinhuai River used to be called Longzangpu. When the first emperor of Qin was on a winter tour, he saw the purple air rising above this place, and there was a dragon's aura hidden.

I don't know if it's because of the exhaustion of the dragon's energy, but now the Qinhuai River meanders through Jinling, and it's dense and dense, and the boats are floating in the waves, without the slightest aura of iron and blood killing.

In the Jinfen building on the bank, a young man in a white robe and a golden crown was leaning against the window, watching the singer leisurely entertaining guests with wine. He slowly peeled out a candied chestnut and popped it. He opened his mouth and planned to go. catch.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes from far to near, the young master grabbed the fallen chestnut kernel, leaned over and glanced downstairs, slammed the railing, and flew out of the window.

The galloping horse was startled for no reason, jumped a few times crazily, raised its front hooves, and was about to step on a little beggar by the side of the road.

"Ah..." The little beggar yelled in horror, covering his face in despair, but he heard a gust of wind in his ears, and his body lightened suddenly.

Peeking through his fingers, he saw himself being held in the arms of a young man, avoiding the iron hooves of a frightened horse like a swift running through the forest.

...His eyes are so beautiful, like flowing water in winter, and like stars in the sky in summer night...

The little prince put the little beggar down, turned over on a kite, quickly twisted his waist and jumped onto the horse's back, raised his hand to grab the rein, and clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly.

The startled horse let out a long neigh, became even more insane, and galloped wildly, trying to throw the person on the horse off.The little boy laughed loudly, the reins were wrapped twice around his wrists, he bent forward, exerted strength on his arms and legs at the same time, and sat firmly on the horse's back.

The horse galloped wildly for a long time, but still failed to throw the young master off. Instead, the horse was reined tightly, snorting and quieted down.

The little beggar raised his head and looked at the young master in high spirits, and couldn't help opening his mouth.

"You dare to ride a horse in the downtown area, believe it or not, Master will slap your ass to pieces?" The little boy slammed the thick rein on the horse's owner's face, turned over and jumped off.

The owner of the horse seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was at the age of flamboyance. He was dressed in brocade clothes, and when he heard the words, he raised his whip and whipped the young master away, laughing and scolding: "Isn't it just to find you? I think your skin is itchy again, go back and discuss matters in the building."

"Miss Liu, the number one beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, is meeting guests at the Jinfen Building. How can I miss such a good thing? Don't worry, I will go back when I finish drinking." To the stunned little beggar, he raised his hand and hooked his chin, raised his eyebrows, "Hey, kid, are you scared silly?"

The little beggar looked into his bright eyes and stammered: "No... no... ah no... scare... I'm scared..."

"Hahaha," the young master laughed loudly, flicked his thumb, and a candied chestnut flew into the little beggar's mouth, "Come on, don't be surprised."

The tip of his tongue tasted a taste of sweetness that he had never tasted before. The little beggar licked the corner of his mouth, and the sweet feeling spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart. He was suddenly reluctant to chew it up, and sucked hard on this round, sweet little thing in his mouth. The refreshing sweetness spread to all limbs.

"what is this?"

"Huh?" The little boy was taken aback.

"Hahaha, this kid hasn't even eaten sugar-fried chestnuts!" Zhang Yang, a young man in Chinese clothes immediately laughed, reining in his horse and turning around, "My words have been delivered, and you won't come back if you like, anyway, Aunt Le will punish you when I turn back, I will punish you." It won’t be saved, let’s go, drive!”

After all, with a whip, the fat and strong horse immediately spread its four hooves, and ran back in a blink of an eye.

"Hey wait..." The young man waved his hand, and a piece of silver flew into the iron pot selling sugar-fried chestnuts on the side of the road, and said loudly, "Seller of chestnuts, weigh this kid two catties, and ask for the best!"

Before he finished speaking, the man galloped ten steps away, his flexible body soared into the air, and leaped onto the horse of the young man in Chinese clothes. The two laughed loudly, whipped their horses, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

The chestnut brother picked up the broken silver from the iron pot and put it into his arms, neatly weighed two catties of sugar-fried chestnuts, and handed it to the little beggar: "Hey, you are Gaoxiang who has been burned for eight generations. This little Hades..."

The little beggar held the paper bag and took a deep breath. The sweetness on his face almost brought tears to his eyes. He quickly peeled off one and stuffed it into his mouth whole. The hot chestnuts made the tip of his tongue tremble, but he couldn't help grinning , staring blankly at the direction where the young master disappeared, after a while, he turned to look at Brother Lizi: "Do you know that hero?"

"Who doesn't know that little bastard?" Brother Lizi flipped through the iron sand twice, "Le Wuyou, who is full of wind in Tianque Mountain, is famous in Jinling City, who doesn't know? Who doesn't know?"

"So powerful..." The little beggar was full of joy, recalling his radiant smiling face in his mind, and secretly said: His martial arts are so high, he really comes from a famous school!

"Awesome fart! He is a well-known waste, with mediocre martial arts and troubles. Who would have thought that Fengmanlou Leqishu, one of the seven beauties of the martial arts world, and the two jades of the sky, with a brave sword to kill demons and help justice, her hero What happened, you went to the Jinling wine shop, sat and listened to the nonsense for three days and three nights, and you gave birth to such a useless son!"

The little beggar clenched his fists: "He's not a waste!"

"Who is he not?"

"You... you are a chestnut fryer, how do you know how powerful he is!" The little beggar stared and gritted his teeth, "His light kungfu is faster than a swallow! He can jump higher than the room with just a single jump! He is stronger than you One hundred times! One thousand times! Ten thousand times!"

"Hey hey..." Little Lizi was taken aback. Seeing this unkempt kid clenched his fists and tensed his whole body, like a fierce little beast, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, and waved the spatula irritably, " Do you still want to find trouble, kid? Whether he is serious or not is none of your business? If you have the ability, go to Tianque Mountain and join him! Get out of here! Don't block me from doing business!"

The little beggar was roughly driven away, and he turned around to spit in resentment, and hugged the paper bag of fried chestnuts tightly to his chest, thinking: He is amazing!The best in the world!snort!

The sky is getting late, the setting sun is falling silently, and there is a continuous mountain shadow under the afterglow, which is Tianque Mountain.

The little beggar looked down at the steaming candied chestnuts in the paper bag. After a while, he suddenly raised his head, stared blankly at Tianque Mountain, and walked over.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, large flocks of birds fly into the forest.The little beggar was trudging alone on the mountain road. He raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain, and saw a corner of the eaves of a building in the distance that was gradually thickening.

The howling of wild beasts sounded in the forest, and he dared not walk at night anymore, so he ran into the dilapidated mountain temple halfway up the mountain, brushed off the thick dust on the altar table with his sleeve, and took out the paper bag that was radiating the residual warmth in his arms , put it on the table and opened it solemnly, one leg was broken on the altar table, and it suddenly tilted to one side, and the round chestnuts rolled out immediately.

"Grandpa's!" The little beggar's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately cursed in distress.

There was no light in the temple, and I didn't know where all the chestnuts were rolling. The little beggar crawled all over the ground, groping every inch of the land, and finally picked up all the chestnuts.

The clear light of the moon sprinkled from the forest, illuminating the square inch of the temple gate. The little beggar picked up the last chestnut, blew off the dust on the shell, wiped it with the corner of his torn clothes, and held it between his fingers carefully. , held it high in front of his eyes, looked at it by the bright moonlight, and couldn't help but be filled with joy.

...It turns out that this is called sugar-fried chestnuts, so good!

...It turns out that his name is Le Wuyou, really!good!

It doesn't matter if I am a sweeping servant or a fire cook, as long as I can see him again, as long as I can repay his life-saving grace...

Suddenly a shrill arrow pierced the tranquility of the mountain forest. The little beggar widened his eyes and ran out of the ruined temple in a hurry.

Fengmanlou was attacked!

The little beggar's heart beat fast, he looked at the pitch-black forest, hesitated for a moment, and ran to the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of horseshoes from behind, and the little beggar slid into the woods by the side of the road, lying on the ground in the dense weeds and looked up. On the winding mountain road, there were more than a dozen riders galloping uphill. A white horse in a white robe came under the moon, looking like a fairy, with an ancient black sword on its back, glowing with blood.

The cavalry roared past, and the little beggar got out, looked up at the blazing wind, and felt that there was something in his heart, struggling to spew it out.

The mountain wind was hunting, bringing a strong smell of blood. The little beggar gritted his teeth and ran to the top of the mountain with both hands and feet.

The little beggar plucked up his courage, climbed up a big tree, and saw hundreds of people fighting desperately in Fengmanlou's row upon row of pavilions. He opened his eyes wide, anxiously looking for Le Wuyou's figure, and repeated in his heart. Praying everywhere: It's better if he's not here... It's better if he hasn't come back... Yes!He likes to drink flower wine, maybe he is still in Jinfen Building...

"The remnant of the Devil's Valley, Le Wuyou, everyone in the Jianghu will punish him!" A loud roar suddenly sounded in the battle circle.

The little beggar's heart twitched violently, and when he looked around, his heart skipped half a beat, and he saw that among the fighting crowd, with a flash of sword light, Le Wuyou's thin body flew out like fluttering catkins, heavily It fell to the bottom of the tree, shaking the tree for a while.

"ah!"

"Who's on the tree?" A big man closest to the tree yelled, raised his hand, and an iron olive flew towards him.

The little beggar was taken aback, leaned back, rolled down from the tree, covered his head and crawled to Le Wuyou's side: "Benefactor! Benefactor! How are you?"

"...So it's you, little beggar, you really don't know how to live or die, where you die, cough cough..." There was a shocking wound on Le Wuyou's shoulder, but he was still smiling, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth , pointing not far away, "Look, these people...they are going to kill me."

"They all deserve to die!" The little beggar cursed fiercely, trying to pick him up, "We can't beat him, benefactor, let me take you away."

Le Wuyou coughed out a mouthful of blood, and laughed loudly: "I can't run away..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped the ground and hugged the little beggar. His nimble body turned over in the air, and three arrows were nailed to the tree trunk.

The little beggar's heart jumped into his throat. He grabbed Le Wuyou's front and stared at his bright eyes under the moon: "Are you going to die? Are you going to die? You won't die, right?"

"No," Le Wuyou laughed, and patted the little beggar's disheveled head, "Boy, how about setting up a memorial tablet for me when I die? Burn some offerings during the New Year's festival, I like to eat rice dumplings..."

The little beggar felt a great panic in his heart: "No..."

"Close your eyes if you're afraid." Le Wuyou chuckled softly in his ear, and suddenly slapped the little beggar with a long palm, pushing the little beggar to the corner, turning around and jumping into the battle circle with his sword in hand.

The little beggar was dizzy from being thrown, and got up in embarrassment. He was about to rush up when he suddenly heard a wild laugh, and suddenly looked up, and saw Le Wuyou flying up to the top of the building, holding his dagger horizontally, stabbing straight at the To a knight in white.

The little beggar recognized sharply that it was the person who flew up the mountain just now, and he covered his mouth suddenly, blocking back the scream that came out of his mouth.

The white-clothed man faced the sword wind but did not avoid it, waited for Le Wuyou to attack him, and swung his sword swiftly, forcing him to face him.

The power of a sword is unstoppable.

The little beggar closed his eyes in pain, heard the sound of a sharp knife piercing his flesh, and trembled all over, as if he had seen Le Wuyou's tragic death, tears welled up, but he heard a sharp cry: "Kaiyang!"

The little beggar opened his eyes, and through the blurred eyes of tears, he saw a person pushing away Le Wuyou, standing in front of him with flesh and blood, the black long sword of the man in white pierced his chest, and the gurgling blood was like broken pieces. Beads that were threaded rolled and dripped from the tip of the sword.

It was the boy in Chinese clothes who startled the horse in the afternoon.

The mountain wind blows the clothes of the man in white. He has a handsome face, looks at the person in front of him coldly, and asks indifferently: "You come from a decent family, why do you associate with evil spirits?"

The young man in Chinese clothes raised his hand to hold the sword, opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood overflowed, and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't distinguish between good and evil, you don't know black and white, you confuse right and wrong, and you don't distinguish between loyalty and traitor...you are not worthy of being a murderer at all. Evil Sword Master."

"You were willing to die for him."

"I am willing to die for a confidant," the youth in Chinese clothes stretched out his bloody hand towards him, but stopped suddenly a few inches away, staring into the eyes of the man in white, Word by word, "Go to hell!"

After saying that, he charged forward vigorously, let the long sword pass through his chest, rushed to the white-clothed man desperately, hugged him, Le Wuyou rushed up from behind, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed the white-clothed man fiercely. The lower back of a person.

"Naive!" The man in white shouted violently, discarded his sword resolutely, turned around abruptly, and pushed towards Le Wuyou with a palm, and the sky suddenly seemed to be raining blood.

Le Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood, the dagger flew out of his hand, and his thin body rolled down from the roof like a broken maple leaf.

The little beggar screamed, stood up suddenly, and ran to the back of the building, but saw that the cliff behind the mountain was unfathomable. If he fell down like this, even if he had copper skin and iron bones, it would be difficult to save his body.

He wailed uncontrollably, rolled and crawled down the cliff.

The sky was getting brighter, and it was early autumn, and there were overgrown grass and trees in the valley. He rummaged inch by inch, his hands were scratched by grass leaves, stained with dew, and hurt a little, but he didn't care.

He smelled a smell of blood at the tip of his nose, the little beggar gasped for breath, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly pushed aside the grass in front of him.

A bloody lump appeared in sight, still twitching slightly...

All his movements froze, staring fixedly at the things in front of him, his dirty little face was full of deep pain, after a long while, he suddenly hugged his head and opened his mouth wide in horror, but there was no sound at all. Issued to.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the little beggar knelt in the grass, twitching all over, howling silently...

Zhong Yi opened his eyes suddenly, staring straight at the top of the bed, the moonlight came in from the window, casting a clear glow on the top of the bed.

The door was knocked lightly, three shorts and two longs, and after a pause for a few breaths, three longs and two shorts.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a young girl Pingpin came in gracefully. Zhong Yi was already sitting by the bed with her clothes on, lighting the oil lamp, staring at the girl's face expressionlessly.

The girl covered her lips shyly: "Look... what are you looking at? Hall Master, she is so beautiful that I feel pressure."

"I have never seen a boy more beautiful than you."

"Hate……"

Zhong Yi opened a paper fan painted with lacquered gold, covered his face, and sighed: "It's not yet dawn, what bad news do you have to disturb the sweet dreams of the hall master?"

The girl swept away her shyness, and rushed over excitedly, shouting: "It's a big deal, the head of the Chiyan Sect is dead!"

The paper fan slipped down suddenly, revealing Zhong Yi's surprised face: "What?"