dry snow

For him, you are not afraid that people will look down on him.You just don't believe it.You can't believe it.You are too self-aware, and those who have self-knowledge pass, but if a person thinks he is too smart, he might as well be stupid. "

Ying Tianchang said: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

Yan Fengyue said: "I am the judge in your underworld!"

Ying Tianchang said: "Senior's teaching, I will carefully consider it." He said this sincerely, but the people who heard it turned green anyway. "But please don't tell him where I'm going. The situation where I'm going is unknown, but Wenhui Palace has nothing to do with me. Even if there is a conspiracy, I think it will not be life-threatening. Once the time comes, I will naturally go to see he."

Yan Fengyue snorted and said, "That sounds nice, how long are you going to keep him waiting?"

Ying Tianchang asked back: "How long has the pavilion master been waiting?"

Yan Fengyue waved her sleeve with a livid face. "Now, immediately, immediately get out! I don't want to see you again."

Ying Tianchang raised his foot to leave, but paused again, then turned around and said, "There are many things under the ruins of Baixue Pavilion in Jinzhou. Anyway, they are not mine. I will thank you for your help this time, and the follow-up of Kongtong will be handed over to you." Deal with it, I will borrow flowers and offer Buddhas to you, and express my heart. But the door can’t be opened, and my sword is folded in the organ, but Fengyue Linlang Pavilion has a lot of ways, maybe you can get some explosives, or pump the river water Do it. I have faith in you."

He continued to walk forward, and there was a carved silver jug ​​in the bookcase.The warm light of the lantern was left behind by him, along with the sound of the flute that overflowed with the boundless twilight.

The master of Fengyue Linlang Pavilion is good at playing flute.

Ying Tianchang looked down at his outstretched right hand, and grasped it vaguely, as if still holding a cold sword hilt.The last ray of sunset fell on his hands like a gentle shadow of blood.He slowly put his hand on his heart.

There will always be a day in the past in winter.There were few firecrackers in the city.Ying Tianchang listened intently, feeling fresh and curious.He seems to listen to this sound in a different place every year.But he never wanted to stop like now.

Maybe it's because he's never been so lonely before.

No sword, no wine, no flute.

End.