Snow Float

In the evening, the clouds were densely covered, and it began to rain suddenly at night. At the beginning, it was pattering, with the meaning of spring rain moistening things, and then it gradually became pouring.In the middle of the night, the cold rain hit the window, knocking on the eaves, and the rain drifted in through the thin cracks, moistening the space in front of the window.

On such a deserted rainy night, there is no human voice, only sobbing and wind.Fu Shaotang got out of bed to pour tea, and reached out to close the window, but someone caught his eye inadvertently.

He almost suspected that he was wrong, and concentrated his mind, the figure was still sticking to the corner of the wall, he hugged his knees and huddled into a ball, his thin clothes were already soaked by the cold rain, and his thin body shivered in the wind.The narrow eaves can't shelter half of the wind and rain, so he can only be left in such a state of distress.

Doing so without hesitation...

Fu Shaotang pursed his lips into a line, feeling inexplicable anger in his heart.In his life, he was most annoyed by irrelevant people entangled him, but this young man may have saved someone from Changjie and branded him a shadow, which taught him a little favor, and at this moment, he was a little annoyed that the young man was humiliating himself like this.

It's just a trick.

After a moment of silence, his body moved, but it was in the opposite direction to the bed, but he stopped abruptly after only one step.

After all, he turned to the bed.

When he woke up the next day, Fu Shaotang subconsciously glanced outside the house, and the figure of the young man disappeared at some point.Xiao Er brought breakfast in time, a cup of lily barley mung bean porridge, a plate of rock sugar hawthorn, and two or three plates of small snacks.The weight is not much, but it is better than exquisite.

Fu Shaotang had eaten breakfast, so he went to wait for someone in Mingyue Tower.After he returned from the Southern Wilderness, he made an appointment with his old friend Xie Qingming to meet here, but for some reason he has not arrived yet.

The storyteller in the lobby downstairs is not the one from yesterday, he showed off his tongue skills better than the previous ones, but he went upstairs, sat down on the big horse in the hall, picked up all the old stories and legends of Cang Lu, and the spittle splashed out, hanging Many drinkers stared intently.

Fu Shaotang had nothing to do in his free time, so he devoted a little bit of time to listening to his chatter. Hearing that the storyteller highly respected spiritual practice, he just laughed when he talked about Xiji and Donglai.

Canglu is a martial artist, but there are only one or two martial arts practitioners. He has the heart of martial arts, but he does not necessarily have the roots of martial arts.Even so, there are still countless families who send their youngest sons to various martial arts sects, just hoping to be favored.Compared with martial arts, spiritual cultivation is just as martial arts is more precious and rare than ordinary people.Moreover, most of the spiritual cultivation is illusory and hard to find. Could it be that it is held high by the royal families of various countries, so it adds a bit of mystery to the common people.

Donglai Taishi and Xiji Taishi are the two most powerful spiritual sects on Canglu, one yang and one yin, facing each other.In addition to this, there are also large and small spiritual sects, I don't know how many.And Yuanshan in Beimo, where he is located, is the most outstanding branch of martial arts even though it is located at the border.

This storyteller has a lot of miscellaneous stories from all over the world, some of them are true, some are false, some are right, some are wrong, some are not, and [-]% of them are at most [-]% or [-]% credible.But he is quite good at speaking and talking, and he can listen to a bunch of old gossip with gusto.

The storyteller didn't know whether it was the daring of the highly skilled or the fearless of the ignorant, and after going around and around, he actually talked about the Xiaojinghu Magnolia Flower Festival again.There are many regular customers in the Mingyue Building, and knowing that Su Muqiu made a big fuss yesterday, someone reminded him with a smile.The storyteller was so frightened that he froze on the spot, looked around suspiciously, and couldn't hide his panic.He had acted like a master at the beginning, but now the contrast is astonishing, but how does face matter?If Su Muqiu kills the carbine, I guarantee he won't please him!

At that moment, he mumbled a few words, pleaded guilty again and again, and ran away in a hurry.Thanks to him running fast, not long after he left, he saw Su Muqiu rushing in in a hurry, looking up at the hall, scared all the drinkers into silence.

Fu Shaotang frowned slightly, he always liked to be quiet, so he didn't like such a violent woman, and when he saw her act, he hated her even more.However, Su Muqiu's reappearance at this time reminded him of the boy from yesterday.

After a night of wind and rain, he was nowhere to be found, and it is not known whether he really found a place to hide.

After drinking a pot of Liuxia wine on the table, he picked up the long sword and went straight out of the building.

Originally, I could go to the old friend's residence, but no one is there, the scene is ruthless, and I am unintentional.So I walked slowly and leisurely by the lake, enjoying the scenery of the water and mountains.

When it was getting late, I just returned to Mingyue Tower, Xiaoer stepped forward silently, and presented a letter with tall and clear handwriting, it was from a good friend.Fu Shaotang couldn't help but be delighted, but after taking it apart, he frowned again.

Xie Qingming stated that he was far away in the west pole, and was taking the water of Jiuyuan to wash his sword, so he could not come.Originally, I didn't see the other party the day before, and I already had a premonition in my heart, but at this time, I couldn't help but feel sad.

He went to Yuanshan to learn swords since he was a child.When he first left Yuanshan, he came to Cangya. He has few friends, but Xie Qingming is the only one.They met at the head of Mingyue Tower, originally they were looking forward to it, and even left Beimo before the sword of Lihuo had reached its peak, but the other party could not come.

Fu Shaotang sighed in his heart, and went to the backyard.It's getting late today, so I have to stay one more night and go on my way tomorrow.

When he walked to the backyard, he saw two mistresses walking towards each other, whispering to each other.

"Poor, poor, how did he get beaten like this!"

"But who made the poisonous hand to hang him here... What a cruel heart!"

"Hey, have you forgotten, the girl yesterday said that Xiao Jinghu was benevolent and righteous, but she..."

"Shh! How dare you say it, you want to be beaten up even if you are tired of work, I don't know if your life will still be there!"

When the two waiters saw him, they immediately stopped talking and hurriedly greeted him.

Small Mirror Lake.

Feeling something bad already in his heart, he turned cold when he asked the question: "What are you talking about?"

Xiaoer was taken aback, and at first he refused to answer. Seeing that Fu Shaotang's face turned cold, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and sighed, "Master Gu, I'm afraid I won't survive!"