Frost Habitat and Cold Moon

Lively casino, hustle and bustle of voices, warm atmosphere.

The largest gambling house in Fu'an County, Yongle Casino, opened at the busiest corner of Zhengzhong Street in Fu'an County.

The five-story luxury gambling building is brightly lit, illuminating the interior and exterior, and every step is magnificent, with carved beams and paintings everywhere.There is a spacious lobby, a quiet private room, an indoor lounge where tea and fruits are served, and an outdoor pavilion where traffickers and pawns take a temporary rest... From ordinary people to rich businessmen, from humble families to dignitaries, each has its own place to play, and each has its own Each play.

Chen Yushuang originally thought that Zhou Yuheng brought him here mostly for "a little gambling pleasure"—to take him to have a hand addiction together.

But he guessed wrong.

He never imagined that rich people would play in such a way—changeable.

Zhou Yuheng chose an elegant room at the corner of the second floor of the gambling building. The quiet and secluded room separated the noise and disturbance of the lobby, making this place an independent paradise.

They are in this Taoyuan, playing the piano and listening to music.

It was Zhou Yuheng who played the piano, and Chen Jishuang who listened to the music.

Chen Jishuang couldn't understand the elegance contained in Zhou Yuheng's piano sound at all. He only felt a little aftertaste of Yi Yi's profuse piano sound trembling along his ears and crawling all over his body. He stretched out his soft little hand to touch his heart. Scratch it gently.

Chen Jishuang was itchy and hot all over, and her face was red when she heard it.

He stood up, opened the window, and relieved the heat. He didn't turn his head until Zhou Yuheng finished the song, and asked with a half-smile: "Mr. Zhou is very elegant, and he came to the building to find quietness. Is this me?" An adult game that you haven’t seen before?”

Zhou Yuheng listened attentively to the voices outside, shook his fan and replied, "This unique atmosphere of tranquility amidst the noise is secondary. On the contrary, it is even rarer that people can seek tranquility amid impetuousness."

"So you brought me here to practice Zen?" Chen Yushuang crossed his legs and sat cross-legged on the high chair, "So? Who are you waiting for here?"

Zhou Yuheng plucked the strings with his left hand casually, and said aggrieved in the sound of Lingling: "Can't I just bring you here to play a piece of music for you? I'm tired from walking. My legs are so sore and my waist hurts. Ah , my head is so dizzy..."

Zhou Yuheng pressed the tip of his fan against his forehead, and sat on the piano bench precariously like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Chen Yushuang hurriedly rushed over to support him and leaned against her body, rubbed Zhou Yuheng's temples with his fingers, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly do this? I'll help you lie down for a while and find a doctor Take your pulse and see what's going on."

"No, I'm fine. Let me lean on for a while." Zhou Yuheng wrapped his hands around Chen Jushuang's waist, "Just stay quietly for a while."

His scorching breath sprayed on Chen Yuheng's waist and abdomen, and Chen Yushuang froze into a piece of spontaneously ignited wood. Only his hands were still mechanically kneading Zhou Yuheng's forehead and hair.

Suddenly there was noise and noise downstairs, the tables, chairs and benches were being pushed to the ground, and a group of people shouted "hit him" and "hit him".

"What's wrong? I'll go down and have a look." Chen Jueshuang took advantage of the situation to let go of Zhou Yuheng, but Zhou Yuheng grabbed his fingertips and kissed them.

Chen Yushuang's face was blushed with a bang, he hurriedly grabbed the mask to cover his face, and ran downstairs in a panic, running so fast that he almost tripped over.

Zhou Yuheng smiled softly behind him.

When the person walked far away, he gently shook the folding fan, and said with a happy face: "I have a small gift for you, I hope you like it."

There was a lot of noise in the lobby of the gambling building. Several young and strong youths were beating a disheveled and down-and-out uncle. Several people were spitting and cursing, and more people joined the beating ranks.

The poor uncle was neither annoyed nor resisted. He just grabbed the remnants of the guests' wine and drank it: "The ancient sages are lonely, everyone is drunk and I am alone. Hahaha! Hahaha!"

The banker and waiter in the gambling building, and even the big man in the field, seemed to turn a blind eye to the scene in front of them, and they didn't seem to be surprised. Of course, they seemed to be too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

"Brother, I would like to ask you, what is the situation in front of you?" Chen Yushuang asked the onlookers.

The man caught by him turned around and was startled by the mask at first. When he saw Chen Yushuang's figure and heard his voice, he decided that he was a child who broke in by mistake while visiting a temple fair with his family.

So, he kindly persuaded him: "You better stop meddling, this person is a senior gambler, he is hopeless, he cannot help him!"

Chen Haoshuang pieced together a message from everyone's messy persuasion: a poor and alcoholic gambler, who loses every gamble, but never pays back his debts.Ever since one day, his creditor, who was also a gambler, kicked him a few times for venting his hatred, his bad luck in the afternoon immediately began to improve.

On the contrary, the gamblers who once helped him out of pity for him were all plagued by bad luck and could no longer win even a penny from the game.

"Some people say that he is possessed by the God of Decline!" Someone explained to Chen Yushuang.

"So, the harder you beat him, the faster the bad luck will go away." Another person interjected.

Chen Yushuang thanked him, pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the down-and-out uncle.

"Hey! Don't you believe in evil? Don't meddle in your own business!" The person who first persuaded Chen Yushuang called him behind his back.

"Maybe he also wants to change his luck and wash away his bad luck? Never mind, young man, let him suffer a little bit."

—Who wants to be born unlucky?Who wants to be unhappy all their lives?In the final analysis, it was just a trick of fate by chance!Cangtian smiled and saw that he had experienced bitterness, ups and downs, and suffered all kinds of sufferings in his life. He begged for it, but he only wanted to close his eyes and listen, and be free from then on.

"You! Stand up!" Chen Yushuang pushed away the beating young man, and pulled the down-and-out uncle up from the ground.

"You, who are you? Don't you know that he can infect bad luck?" shouted one of the beating youths.

"Yes, he is a disaster star, he deserves to be beaten!" Another young man also pointed at the down-and-out uncle and cursed.

"Haha! I'm the disaster star! I'm the disaster! I made everyone around me unlucky! Well scolded! Well scolded!" The down-and-out uncle swayed and poured the wine into his mouth, happy again laughed wildly.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound on the face of the young man who was yelling that others "deserved to be beaten". Chen Yushuang grabbed the down-and-out uncle with one hand, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it away with the other, "It's really dirty to beat you!" my hand."

"You!" Several young people gathered around and wanted to take advantage of the crowd to rush forward, but Chen Huashuang kicked them all to the ground quickly.

A few people shouted and struggled, and wanted to go forward again, but there was already a lobby steward leading a group of thugs, who came up to stop them.

"Go! I'll take you to gamble!" Chen Yushuang grabbed the back collar of the down-and-out uncle, took him directly to the second floor, and dragged him all the way back to the secluded private room.

"How dare you bet after you helped me? Haven't you heard the rumors? It seems that you are still too young and energetic. When you live to my age, you will naturally understand the meaning of the phrase 'everything is impermanent, you can't help yourself' !" The poor uncle lay on his back on the carpet in the private room like a shameless man, holding the jug tightly and not letting go, drinking everywhere.

Zhou Yuheng was still sitting on the qin seat behind the curtain, plucking the qin with his fingers leisurely. The sound of the qin is filled with high mountains and flowing water, birds singing and flowers, and the rolling world of mortals churning like waves, which seems to have an unfinished meaning.

Hearing the words of the down-and-out uncle, the sound of the piano changed suddenly and clanked, showing a murderous spirit.

Zhou Yuheng's youthful voice also came out from behind the curtain: "'The world is impermanent' is a common sense, 'life is involuntary', so you have to live? Ants are greedy for life, and mayflies will shake trees. If people live in shame Bending your knees and allowing people to insult and trample on you, is that any different from animals waiting to be slaughtered?!"

"Well said!" Chen Jishuang admired loudly, grabbed Sic Bo, put in three dice, and shook them quickly, "I don't know anything else, let's compare the size! I've never been lucky, So I never cared about winning or losing.”

"I don't know why you have tossed yourself like this because of some major changes you have encountered.

If you want to die, I can help you.

But if you don't want to die, but just live, why not live more freely?

Why everyone is drunk and I am alone?Since you're sober and right, why can't you stick with it? "

Chen Yushuang pressed the dice cup: "Come on! Is it big or small? Those who lose will be fined with alcohol, and those who win must straighten their spines and live upright!"

"Haha! Don't you know that I am bound to lose every bet? Why do you sound like I have already won this game?" The poor uncle laughed loudly, turned over and sat up, grabbed the flagon and took a swig.

Chen Yushuang also laughed, and the laughter came out from under the mask, and the voice was extremely clear: "Anyway, I have nothing to lose. What's more, I don't believe that a person who has read poetry and books and has deep internal strength will not be able to study and listen The skills in the game, every bet is bound to lose? Unless, you don't want to win!"

Hearing this, the impoverished uncle put down the jug, sat up straight, and stared at the dice cup with a serious expression: "I choose the big one!"

Zhou Yuheng bent his fingers from behind the curtain, and the strings made a crisp sound of "clang", smashing the betting cup in front of Chen Yushuang with energy.

The three dice were still spinning, and the two forces were fighting each other in the invisible, and there was a constant "humming" sound in the dice board.

The dice stopped turning one by one, three sixes stopped.It really is "big".

Chen Yushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the real will of God. Since God has chosen to cheer you up, why don't you follow the trend?" Zhou Yuheng continued to play the piano behind the curtain.

"Follow the trend! Alright! It's true that heroes are born young, and time is not waiting for us! I'm afraid the two young heroes will also participate in the Kunlun martial arts competition? I hope that I will be lucky enough to compete with you two then."

"Spirit is at the throat and the sword is at the waist, sing as soon as you get it, and rest as soon as you lose it.

I care about me and the king are all lonely, right and wrong, honor and disgrace are irrelevant. "

The down-and-out man condensed his energy on his fingers, his strength stopped at the curtain, and left four short poems in the air. While reciting and laughing wildly, he walked away slowly.

Chen Yushuang stretched out his hand to stroke the poem he left behind, feeling the sword intent in it—it is as majestic as the vast sea of ​​clouds, looking at thousands of miles, curling up and down at will, gathering and dispersing according to fate.

"His name is Song Tingjiu, and he is an apprentice expelled from the Huashan Sect. He has extremely high attainments in swordsmanship, and he created his own sword technique of 'Chaos Yunjuxia'. Unexpectedly, he has a stronger comprehension ability than the rumors, and he can fight in the downtown area." Realize a sense of Zen that is free and easy to follow."

Zhou Yuheng bypassed the curtain, bent down to pick up the neatly broken gambling cup on the ground, and the dice were shattered into powder in the wind of his palm: "During the struggle with him just now, he was still weak. Alcohol has been paralyzed for many years. , making it difficult for him to control his own strength. On the contrary, it is the sword intent, returning to the basics and reaching the virtual realm, which is quite advisable."

Chen Yushuang stroked the handwriting repeatedly with his hand, a little fondly: "You took the initiative to provoke him, is it because you want him to keep this? You brought me here to wait for him, right?

However, I don't quite understand why the Huashan faction wanted to drive him away for a talent like him?How did he become what he is today?

He mentioned the Kunlun martial arts competition just now, how many people like him are there in the martial arts competition?Can we go and see it too? "

"Oh, you have so many questions, where should I start to answer them?" The pieces of the dice cup were bounced and caught by Zhou Yuheng, and shuttled lightly between his fingers, "I guess, you are very interested in Song Tingjiu. more interested. Well, let me start with him.

I heard that during the battle between righteousness and demons back then, he strongly advocated dealing with the Demon Cult, and the Huashan faction expelled him from the sect because they were afraid of being implicated by him. "

"It's strange. The Huashan faction is still targeting us. Why did it turn out to be..." Chen Yushuang put down the cloth in his hand, and pushed the mask covering his face, "Song Tingjiu has enmity with the Demon Cult ? Who does he hate? If so, why do you still help him?"

"Is there any grudge? There are some. However, the old leader once captured and released Song Tingjiu seven times. Strictly speaking, his life was left by the old leader."

"Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times? The old leader is fighting for him? Then why is he not kept? Is it because he refused to follow?"

"Actually, letting him go can only be regarded as a coincidence. I don't know if I want to keep him. However, in my opinion, this way of keeping him is more like a blood feud."

Zhou Yuheng gently dropped the shrapnel on the ground: "Because, among those who were arrested seven times, he was the only one who survived.

Seeing relatives and friends die tragically one after another with his own eyes, he was unable to avenge himself, and instead was abandoned by his master first.At that time, there was a popular saying in the world that "the disaster of the Huashan School was caused by Song Tingjiu".

There are even more sayings in their own sect. "

"I can guess it. I'm afraid it will be something like 'Since you won't die, you can take revenge yourself'? I suddenly understand Song Tingjiu a little bit." Chen Yushuang thought for a while, He added, "The Huashan faction's approach seems to be correct, sacrificing a few people to preserve the whole. This is the consistent approach of the righteous way of martial arts."

"So, just because of compassion, the old leader who let go of the enemy became Song Tingjiu's enemy instead. In order to achieve righteousness, Huashan, who drove Song Tingjiu out of the sect for doing nothing wrong, was fulfilled instead. Fame. From this point of view, the old leader should have killed Song Tingjiu in the past, which was good for him, are you right?" Zhou Yuheng unfolded the folding fan, sighing with emotion.

"Suzaku! You are obsessed. If the old leader hadn't killed Huashan's disciples, these things would not have happened.

However, shouldn't the Huashan faction pay back the revenge of those who killed us?

After all, if you kill someone or do something wrong, you will have to pay it back sooner or later! "

Chen Yushuang became a little agitated for a moment. He grabbed the mask on his head and put it on his face. After calming down for a while, he buzzed: "Everyone is the same without exception. Now that you have stepped into this river and lake, You should be prepared to die. No one needs to feel sorry for anyone, they deserve it.”

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. My sudden feeling made you unhappy. But this time, I want to thank you." Zhou Yuheng closed the folding fan and tapped on Chen Jueshuang's mask again.

Chen Jueshuang grabbed the fan with his hand, handed it back to Zhou Yuheng, and replied humbly: "I don't want your thanks. I didn't do anything.

And... that word, I like it very much. "

Zhou Yuheng took the fan and pinned it to his waist. Then, he took Chen Jueshuang's hand and rubbed it in his palm.He said in a brisk tone: "Do you want to bet? The two of us will win two out of three games. The loser agrees to one condition."

Sure enough, Chen Jishuang became interested after listening to it.He quickly raised his head, his listless eyes glowed: "Any conditions are acceptable?"

"Oops. It sounds like I'm losing."

"Just tell me, okay?"

"As long as I have, I can lose to you."

"That's what you said! Come on, let's compare the size, two wins in three rounds. You first..."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to Yue Qianyue for his great comment and guidance.happy.Although Da Da is euphemistic, if the rhythm is not right, the main line is not clear, the plot is not attractive, in my eyes, it should be regarded as unsightly. --Um.I also feel that the tone of the full text is a bit cold, and I can't tell what it feels like, but now I have fallen into the shackles of a leaf, and I don't know how to change it.If you change the style, you have to smash and rewrite it all... So, let's do it first. [scratch head]

Also thanks to the author collection of the two friends.Because I don't know how to do it, I only saw it.Please leave me a message at your convenience.

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——how should I say it?I'm about to start letting myself go!

In the past, I always held down the characters while writing, in order not to let them run around in the plot, for fear of making people unhappy.

But now, I decided - I can do whatever I want. [showing a motherly smile]

Um!I will definitely insist on finishing this already useless novel thoroughly!

I will talk about other things later.

In short, this article is considered as a test of water first, and will be improved in the next new article after learning and researching writing skills.

come on! (Suddenly there is a feeling of relief.)

In the end, just take a look at it.thanks for your support.