[Small side story one]
In the evening, the sky was dark and windy.
Passers-by rushed to the Chaliao on the side of the road to avoid it, wishing they could shrink further inside to avoid the contact between their skin and the biting cold wind.
The only person was still sitting on the side of the road, poised.
The owner of Chaliao walked over and persuaded him kindly: "This gentleman, the wind is heavy and the snow is heavy, let's avoid it!"
The man shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid he's coming, but he can't see me."
The boss asked curiously, "Who?"
The man glanced at him: "Sweetheart."
It turned out to be an infatuated species, no wonder the hair under the hood is all white, and dare to think of his wife
The boss suddenly felt sympathy. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and found that the teacup held by the other party in the snow was still steaming.
The boss was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether the water in the cup was so cold that it froze and smoked, or whether the water was still warm.
If the latter...
He couldn't help but glance at each other again.
The side under the hood was unexpectedly handsome, not as old as previously thought.
Before the boss could react, another horse from Guan Dao came galloping, from far to near.
The horse stopped beside the tea house, and the knight lifted his hood and walked over.
Is a Taoist.
He is still an immortal, and a Taoist priest who is very clear.
It seems that this Langjun is about to be disappointed, the boss thought to himself.
Unexpectedly, the man laughed, very happy, and took out a small jar of wine from his arms and waved to the Taoist priest.
"Come on Ah Qiao, I've used this wine to warm my body just right, take a sip to get rid of the cold!"
boss:"… "
[Small side story 2]
In his life, he never regretted the word.
That's how it was when I left Xie's house.
Renaming yourself "No Teacher" is like this.
The same is true for the battle with Cui Yuliang later.
Heaven, earth and earth are vast, there is no king, no father, no teacher.
The sky and the earth are huge, and no one has ever left a trace in his heart.
Shen Qiao would not be that exception.
When he first met Shen Qiao, to Yan Wushi, he was just a proud disciple of "Qifeng Pavilion".
The regret of fighting against Qi Fengge back then may be found in Shen Qiao.
But soon he found out he was wrong.
For such a blind man, his martial arts are almost useless. Even if he is thrown into the street, no one will give him an extra coin.
The former headmaster of Xuandu Mountain was completely over.
Yan Wushi sneered in his heart, a kind of malicious play.
Qi Fengge Hero I, but his vision for picking apprentices is really not very good.
Since you can't be an opponent, you can only be a plaything.
A sanctimonious headmaster, if his hands are stained with the blood of innocents, can he still maintain his original aloofness
Presumably not.
But it's another pastime with a predictable ending, Yan Wushi thought.
Suddenly boring.
But he didn't expect that there would be times when he would be wrong.
The blind man actually persisted again and again.
Facing the betrayal of his fellow apprentice and brother, Yan Wushi looked at the other party's expression and almost thought he would cry.
But Shen Qiao didn't.
"Everyone in the world says you are wrong, and the people closest to you have betrayed you, don't you feel hopeless?" he asked Shen Qiao.
The blind man didn't answer. He turned his head and faced the drizzle outside the window, which was full of flowers.
But Yan Wushi knew that the other party could not see at all.
"You can't go forward, you can't go back, you can't go back, you're surrounded by embarrassment, it's better to die clean." Yan Wushi said softly, looking at the blind man, "Do you think so?"
"No." The blind man sighed softly, and there was actually a hint of sympathy in this voice. "It's wrong, you can change it. But I won't die, I'm afraid I will disappoint Sect Master Yan."
Yeah? Yan Wushi laughed silently.
That's just because you haven't reached the real dead end.
In the battle with Cui Youlang that year, Yan Wushi's Taihua Sword was taken away by the opponent, and it has not been taken back for many years.
After Cui Youliang died, Taihua Sword also fell into the hands of his apprentice Sang Jingxing.
But Yan Wushi's martial arts have already taken a different approach, and the Taihua sword is for him, but it is optional.
Sang Jingxing didn't know that it was a great shame for Yan Wushi to lose the sword, so he specially asked someone to speak, saying that he would exchange the Taihua sword for "Zhu Yangce".
It was naturally impossible for Yan Wushi to do this, but he thought of a better idea: exchange it with Shen Qiao, the former head of the world's first sect.
For Shen Qiao, this is not only the ultimate danger, but also the ultimate humiliation, because the headmaster of Xuandu Mountain is not as good as a dispensable Taihua sword.
Yan Wushi's fingers fell on Shen Qiao's forehead and gently meandered to his chin.
The pale complexion is a little morbid, and the neck is slender and delicate, more like it will break with a slight squeeze, but the person under this skin has a pair of iron and arrogance.
He knew Sang Jingxing and knew what the other party might do when faced with such a Shen Qiao.
So, Shen Qiao, what would you do
This is an interesting choice.
When Yan Wushi knocked on the door of Bailongguan, he began to think about the answer to this question.
Shen Qiao, would you choose to surrender, or would you rather be broken
moonlit night.
Shen Qiao looked coldly at Yan Wushi and Sang Jingxing who was standing not far away.
Maybe not cold, but the moonlight sprinkled silver on the other's face, making the whole face a little cold.
Looking at his calm face, Yan Wushi suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart.
But that regret was not enough to make him change his mind.
"You're too weak, Ah Qiao." He bent down and gently pushed the other person's hair on his temples behind his ears, as gentle as a spring willow. "Weak people can never become great, and they are not qualified to be my opponents."
Shen Qiao just looked at him without saying a word.
"I hope you can survive." Yan Wushi chuckled, "However, if you become Shen Qiao, who is lingering and rejoicing, you will completely disappear from everyone, and there will be nothing special about it, right? "
He threw the Mountains and Rivers and the Sword of Sadness into each other's arms, and patted Shen Qiao's shoulder: "I wish you good luck."
Then, get up and leave.
His feat of lightness can shrink to an inch, but today he did not, but left step by step.
Sang Jingxing's chuckle at Shen Qiao came from behind, with a strong sense of sarcasm and contempt.
And Yan Wushi never looked back.