There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

After the song was over, Wu Feng gently lowered the bamboo flute and turned around. Originally, he wanted to drink, but he was slightly startled when he met the sight of the man in black, and stood there for a while, Instead, I forgot what I wanted to do.

He had seen all kinds of people before, but none of them could shake his heart like the black-clothed barbarian in front of him.

Against the background of the moonlight and stars, the emerald green eyes exude a warm luster like the finest gemstones; the eyes are deep, but they don't feel that there is any city in his heart at all, and the clear eyes give people a kind of sincerity and calmness a feeling of.

Besides, there seemed to be something else in those eyes.

Wu Feng stared at the other party for a long time before he suddenly understood what it was that made him want to investigate further.

Under the clear and clear eyes of the man in black, there is hidden a deep loneliness that is not easy to detect, and there is also a bone-chilling loneliness that is independent of the world.

In an instant, Wu Feng felt as if he saw his own shadow on the barbarian in front of him.

For so many years, I have lived alone in Feixueyan, Luopu Peak, so I am so lonely and hard to find a confidant?

The moonlight is like water, and the river is rushing. They just stared at each other silently. Both of them saw what they had been looking for in each other's eyes, and suddenly felt a little warm in their hearts: it turns out that in this mortal world , there are people like me.

The wind blows the clothes, the hair flutters lightly, the white clothes and the black shirts are both of the same pure color, and they are equally good on the two people who sit and stand relatively silently, one is outstanding and ethereal, the other Fengshen is handsome and calm as a mountain.

I don't know how long the silence lasted. Suddenly, both Wu Feng and the man in black smiled slightly. Then the man in black stretched out his hand and threw the wine jar that Wu Feng put on the ground to him. His own altar slowly poured into his mouth.

Wu Feng had already inserted the bamboo flute back into his waist while the man in black was moving, then took the wine jar, sat down beside him again, and silently took a sip.

He has never liked to take the initiative to ask other people's names, because he is a descendant of the Wu family. If they exchange names and let others know who he is, the ensuing confrontation will be either swordsmanship or intentional use.

However, at this time, he suddenly had an urge to know who the black-clothed barbarian beside him was.

However, when he turned his gaze towards the man in black, Wu Feng gave up this plan again.

He could see that the man in black had some secrets that he didn't want others to know, and why didn't he have something he swore to protect?

Meet by chance, why really know each other?

This kind of thinking may make others feel strange, but the title and burden that Wu Feng bears make him only make such a choice.

Who told him to be the last descendant of the Wu family?

Who is the Wu family, a family that has aroused the hatred of countless people in the world?

The grievances and grievances caused by the ancestors have been spent in his whole life and he can't completely settle them. How can he have extra time to make his own friends?

What's more, who can guarantee that the person who is drinking comfortably beside him now will not be the next enemy who wants to kill him after knowing his identity?

Maybe it's better to just drink together like this, and after Ming Dynasty sobers up, it would be better to divide things freely?

It's just a passing passerby in each other's lives.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng slightly moved his gaze away, and turned to look at the bright moon in the sky.

However, the black-clothed barbarian suddenly spoke again: "I came to the Central Plains this time, and this is the most pleasant time. It's rare to have such a moonlight, and you are accompanied by such an informal Han, but it's a pity..."

Wu Feng looked at him, and saw that he had turned the wine jar in his hand completely over, with the mouth of the jar facing down, but not a single drop of wine flowed out, but those green eyes were still as clear as water, looking at him with a smile.

"Good drink!"

Sure enough, he is from the Western Regions, he can drink a lot, Wu Feng couldn't help laughing.

There was also a smile that couldn't be concealed in the green eyes of the man in black: "You're not bad, either."

It was only then that Wu Feng remembered that the wine jar in his hand was so light that he couldn't feel the slightest weight.

He shook it lightly, but the inside was also empty, and he drank all the fine wine in the altar without knowing it.

Wu Feng couldn't help but glanced at the man in black again, the two of them laughed at the same time, and amidst the laughter, they threw the empty altar in their hands to the side, and it immediately fell to pieces on the ground.

The eyes of the man in black were radiant, and he said: "Unexpectedly, you, a Han, seem to be weak, but you can drink alcohol like me, a barbarian who is addicted to alcohol."

Wu Feng smiled: "I also didn't expect it. It's rare to invite guests. The guests haven't enjoyed themselves yet, but the wine has already run out. It seems that I am not competent as a host."

The man in black also felt that he was not satisfied, so he looked at him with a smile and said, "Then, master, how do you arrange your guests now?"

Wu Feng stood up, raised his slender eyebrows slightly, and said, "Of course I'm going to get some good wine until I'm happy."

"Are there other restaurants nearby?" The green eyes of the man in black suddenly lit up.

Wu Feng shook his head: "Even if there are other restaurants, they have already closed their doors at this time. Besides, in Qingzhou City, is there any wine shop that can beat the green plum wine from Sanfen Restaurant? Although I can't get it Serving guests with better wine, but there is no reason to use bad wine to perfuse."

A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the man in black, and he said with a faint smile, "If I remember correctly, the two of us were kicked out just now."

Now not to mention me, even Wu Feng, I'm afraid he would never want to buy another jug ​​of wine from Boss Li.

Wu Feng smiled and touched his nose: "So I plan not to see that bad-tempered boss, but go directly to his wine cellar, put down the money, and take away the fine wine."

Having said that, he looked up at the man in black again, and said, "I wonder if you will object?"

If it is a so-called upright person who is old-fashioned and serious, he will naturally think that this is not the behavior of a gentleman, but the man in black has never classified himself as that kind of person. Against the wine worms in the middle of the night? It's not too late, the sooner the better, don't let down the beauty of this beautiful day."

As he said that, he also stood up.

The black-clothed barbarian was tall, about half a head taller than Wu Feng, and at the moment he was in the middle of a drunken mood, showing a high-spirited and free-spirited look in all his gestures, which made Wu Feng stunned for a while.

And the last sentence said by the other party also made his heart move slightly, he stared at the other party, but saw that the other party didn't seem to care at all, Wu Feng then nodded and smiled: "If that's the case, I'll come as soon as I go."