The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Qiu Zhuoxue wore a very colorful cloak.

The red is dazzling, bearing the shoulders of white snow, like a plum blossom that is just blooming, so bright that it is almost dazzling.

The scenery in northern Xinjiang is not too much, and it can even be regarded as boring. It is rare to be so enthusiastic. Feng Manlou has nothing to complain about. This is what he wanted.

From a very young age, Feng Manlou has understood that in order to survive, he must give up certain things.

But Qiu Zhuoxue didn't seem to think so. In the past few years, besides medicine, he often brought other things, and then slowly told the stories of those things.

Qiu Zhuoxue has a natural eloquence, no matter how hot or angry his emotions turn from his body, they will turn into a warm medicine.

Even if there is no way to improve Feng Manlou's illness, it will not break his body.

Unlike Feng Manlou, the peace and tranquility of Qiu Zhuoxue seems to be innate, without the stubborn shackles of illness, which tightly strangles the throat, and gradually tightens with the mood.

Following the eyes of Qiu Zhuoxue, he has seen the scenery of the north and south of the river.

Therefore, Feng Manlou understood in an instant that it was not simply the color of the cloak that really made him feel glaring.

It was something more intense in Qiu Zhuoxue's body.

It is something that even Qiu Zhuoxue can't control, just like the frantic wind and snow in northern Xinjiang, it clearly shows its own existence.

Feng Manlou quickly saw the source.

A young face, even looks a little cold, but his eyes hide the scorching fire, scalding like boiling, shining like sun stars.

Just meeting his eyes made Feng Manlou want to frown.

To him, this kind of emotion is undoubtedly the same as poisonous alcohol.

But the first time he saw him, Feng Manlou knew who he was.

So Feng Manlou lowered his head and said to Xun Bo seriously: "Xun Bo, I think I might try divination in the future."

Xun Boben looked ahead with a smile, turned his head when he heard the words, and asked suspiciously: "Divination? Has my little master had such a hobby recently?"

Although he predicted that Yue Majin and Qiu Zhuoxue would achieve good things, but the so-called three-point divination seven-point sky, who dares to say that his fortune-telling is sure.

Feng Manlou said calmly: "That young man is just getting lost."

The smile on Xun Bo's face froze suddenly.

After the two famous swords are built, they often compete with each other for the sake of superiority and shortness, creating a unique legend among the two divine weapons.

I don't know when, people seem to have become like this.

Xun Bo began to become worried: "Huh? This... this... why did you bring him here?"

Bringing a top swordsman in front of another top swordsman, what else can be done?

Anyone in the rivers and lakes can give the next answer - a decisive battle, until the victory or defeat is decided, or even until life and death are decided.

In fact, what Xun Bo can feel is far better than me.Feng Manlou thought, but maybe he saw too many things, so he ignored those real things instead.

The world always seems to be like this.

So Feng Manlou put his hands on Xun Bo's shoulders, and said slowly, "Naturally bring him to see me."

Because I am his friend.

Because they are also friends.

Xun Bo grimaced, and sighed, "I can see that too, but what do I do after I see it?"

Feng Manlou said lightly: "Do what you have to do."

This is fame.

Fame often overwhelms a person himself. Fame makes some people have to do some things, have to meet some people, and have to become the kind of person in other people's minds.

But getting more maze is not for the sake of fame.

Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin walked over quickly, he smiled slightly, and there was an unmistakable joy in the brows, brewing violently and happily, like a storm that was about to come.

This kind of Tao Taoran's almost forgetful demeanor made him not even aware of Xun Bo's worry.

Ling Fengmanlou wondered if Qiu Zhuoxue got too drunk on the way to drive out the cold.

Or maybe Fengmanlou's understanding of this is too shallow, and he has not yet understood whether there is a completely different meaning hidden in Yuemaijin and Qiuzhuoxue. He can't say it, but he has begun to be interested.

The young man said succinctly: "Going further into the maze."

Straightforward and neat, Feng Manlou kind of likes him.

Although they are all swordsmen, meeting here has nothing to do with swords. After all, the northern border has never changed here, and there is no reason to stop Yue Maze from coming.

"Feng Man Lou." Feng Man Lou paused, "This is something about Uncle Xun, Zhuangzi. It's more useful to find him than me."

Uncle Xun was overwhelmed by the flattery, terrified, and said tremblingly, "Yes... I am Uncle Xun."

Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help laughing.

Xun Bo also realized what he had said, and wished he could almost faint on the spot, so he nodded in confusion.

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Visiting Fengmanlou in winter seems like an unformed rule.

Prior to this, it was not that Qiu Zhuoxue had never brought someone to Shanyu Xiaozhuang. He had taken Yang Qing there last year. He was also clamoring to come this year, but he was greedy for the cold at night and fell down due to the wind and cold. , can only let it go.

When walking with Yang Qing, the road seems to be slower; but when walking with Yue Mijin, the road seems to arrive in a blink of an eye.

Evening drinking routine.

The three of them sat on the porch, with only two wine bowls. Qiu Zhuoxue always drank boldly, but his daily drinking was completely different from the way he drank when he was happy.

Qiu Zhuoxue drank a lot today, the round wine jar fell on the ground, splashing a drop of residual wine, he leaned on the belly of the jar, bulging, supporting him, his eyes were drunk, and he looked like a crabapple The meaning of spring sleep.

He narrowed his eyes, held the wine bowl, flicked his wrist, revealing the empty bottom of the bowl: "The wine is gone."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Xun didn't respond, he was probably on his way to do something, Feng Manlou was about to get up, but he heard Yue Mijin say, "I'll go, you haven't drunk."

Makes sense.

So Feng Manlou sat down calmly.

It's just that Yue Mazin got up staggeringly, and seemed to have drunk a little too much.

"Hmm." Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly frowned, and when Yue Mazin passed by, she reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said reluctantly, "What does this mean? Is it implying that Qiu got something for nothing?"

Yue Mijin glanced at him, causing Feng Manlou to break into a cold sweat.

In the end, Yue Mijin didn't say anything, because he couldn't say anything, and suddenly fell to the ground, clinging to Qiu Zhuoxue's leg, completely unconscious.

Qiu Zhuoxue was startled, then burst out laughing, stretched out her hand and patted Yuemaze lightly, seeing that he was not awake, she shook her head helplessly.

Feng Manlou can't indulge in drinking, he doesn't comment on the amount of alcohol, he just said: "It's rare to see you bring friends here."

"Didn't I bring Yang Xiaoyou here?" Qiu Zhuoxue replied casually, lazily stretching her waist.

Feng Manlou said: "That's a guest brought by Yan Bo Ke, not a friend brought by Qiu Zhuoxue."

Yanboke is slightly different from Qiuzhuoxue.

Of course, the people Yanboke rescued were even more different from Qiu Zhuoxue's friends.

In fact, a friend of a friend does not necessarily have to be a friend. Murong Hua has never been to northern Xinjiang, and Fu Liugu has never been in the same room as Feng Manlou.

When they saw the first-class medicinal materials and the kind-hearted doctor by chance, they immediately thought of Fengmanlou, but it was purely out of their love for the autumn snow and snow, rather than any close bond between them.

Of course, Qiu Zhuoxue never forced them to establish a relationship, but it was different.

As for the difference, Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't tell.

Can't say it, doesn't mean there is no answer, Qiu Zhuoxue smiled lazily: "Then let it be, there are always exceptions to everything?"

Feng Manlou said calmly: "I can see that you treat him very differently."

Qiu Zhuoxue sat up suddenly, her face was steamed by the alcohol, it seemed to be filled with red clouds, but her eyes were bright, she looked sober, if she wanted to pour him down, she would have to drink for another night.

He stretched out his hand lazily, stroking his misty temples like teasing a cat.

"Are you blaming me for neglecting you?" Qiu Zhuoxue's expression suddenly became very sly, and she slowly dragged out her voice, "No way?"

This is Qiu Zhuoxue's usual method. If he encounters something that he is unwilling to answer, he will lightly throw the same dilemma to others, causing others to panic.

He knows how to make people comfortable, and he also knows how to make people restless.

Feng Manlou was unmoved, looked at his restless hands, and even pointedly said: "I wish for such a neglect."

This made Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help laughing: "I swear I will never do this kind of thing to you."

He lowered his head to look at Yue Mijin, then raised his face and smiled at Feng Manlou.

In an instant, Feng Manlou saw undisguised affection in those eyes that should have been calm, and suddenly understood the weirdness and irrationality he felt.

Seeing his silence, Qiu Zhuoxue asked again: "What's wrong?"

Feng Manlou thought for a moment, then he said, "I never thought I'd be right about everything."

Qiu Zhuoxue was curious: "What did you say?"

Feng Manlou told him about his previous conjecture, which made Qiu Zhuoxue laugh, and even dropped the wine bowl laughingly, and spun around on the ground, covering it upside down: "How do you Does it look like Xiaoyou Yang?"

"It's not the same." Feng Manlou said calmly, "I was right, but he was wrong. This is very different."

Although he originally thought that Qiu Zhuoxue liked women.

Qiu Zhuoxue looked at him with a smile: "Yang Xiaoyou saw it with his own eyes, but you are blind, even if it hits the mark, it's just a fluke."

This made Feng Manlou a little relieved, he thought: Zhuoxue really has a much better memory than Xun Bo, and he caught my words right away.

They chatted for a long time under the moonlight, and it was no different from the previous years. Xun Bo was late and sent someone to bring a few jars of wine, for fear that they would not be satisfied enough to drink.

Qiu Zhuoxue drank, and the more he drank, the more sober he became. In the middle of the night, he helped Yue Mijin to say goodbye to Feng Manlou.

"You don't want me to see him." Feng Manlou said suddenly, "You want him to see me."

Qiu Zhuoxue turned her head and smiled: "What's the difference?"

The wind is all over the building like watching the fire from the shore, his pupils are burning with Qiu Zhuoxue's affection, but he is puzzled why it can be so grand and so strong, it almost destroys all the impressions Qiu Zhuoxue left on him: "There is a difference, you are on him Out of proportion."

Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help sighing because of the smell of alcohol: "You should change your career and go to Yuelao Temple to do temple blessings, unravel lottery, divination and test marriage, everything is ready."

Feng Manlou nodded reservedly: "If I am short of money, I will consider it."

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed: "There is a friend who is always sober, probably the disadvantage is this. When you want him to shut up, he just doesn't know how to shut up."

Feng Manlou smiled slightly, before turning back into a good friend, he asked one last question.

"What kind of feeling is that?" Feng Manlou asked, "Zhuoxue, what is it like?"

Qiu Zhuoxue paused, this time he didn't look back.

"Nothing can describe it."

The more confused and sleepy face was pressing heavily on Qiu Zhuoxue's shoulder, and his warm breath permeated the clothes little by little.

I brought him not out of generosity, much less out of pity.

I invited him because I wanted to get entangled with him deeper and more, like weaving a fine net, not just me and him, but countless silk ropes, intricately binding us tightly.

After Qiu Zhuoxue slowly disappeared into the darkness, Feng Manlou stood up. He looked at the lantern hanging by the railing and took one down.

The veil of the lantern was lifted easily, and a few moths towards the fire were still unaware and danced lightly.

In fact, during the sword practice, Feng Manlou already vaguely felt that he couldn't break through the last hurdle, and there was something vaguely restricting his state of mind.

He looked at the dying moths, around the dying flames.

Feng Manlou thinks that he is not afraid of death, but there is nothing wrong with being alive, and there are many things to appreciate in life.

These dissipated emotions are to prolong his life and slow down the steps of Hades.

He let go of those to live, but now it looks like another kind of death.

Feng Manlou gently snuffed out the wick.

The moths immediately scattered.

He felt nothing.

His sword felt it.