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Shula knife
Author: Zhou Wentao
The first chapter put wine at night
Updated August 2003-12 22: 59: 00 words: 1889
There is a crescent moon hanging on the horizon, as if it were a beauty's eyebrow.
Ding Xi feather woodenly swallowed a large glass of choking liquor and let out a long sigh. Mulberry, the hometown thousands of miles away, and the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan with soft mountains and warm water have all become distant dreams. He has been in this cold frontier together since the weak crown era, listening to the roar of pines and watching the clouds fall in Yun Qi all day, and it has been ten years now. Ten years, how many decades can there be in life?
A wisp of desolate song came to my ears through the north wind: "The courtyard is silent in the middle of the night. Look at the stars crossing the river and you will see the Han people. When will the west wind come? I am afraid that the years will change secretly. " This is Yu Lou Chun written by Meng Chang, the master of Shu at the end of the Five Dynasties. It should have been sung in a low voice by a girl with red teeth of seventeen or eighteen, but now it is slowly sung by a hoarse male voice, which adds a bit of desolation.
The singer is Xin Tianyou, the boss of Tianyi Villa, and Ding Xiyu's sworn brother. After studying Tai Ji Chuan Theory all his life, there are few enemies in the Jianghu. Xin and Ding shoulder the great trust of Chu Xiling, the leader of the Wulin League in Once upon a Time in America, and remain anonymous. They guarded a vicious criminal in Tianyi Mountain Villa for many years. Although they are full of ambition, they are useless.
Xin Tianyou stepped on the jade with a creak, strode into the yard, gently pushed open the door, and the cold wind blew in with flying snow, blowing the candlelight to pieces. Ding Xiyu cried, "It's freezing in this ghost! Big brother, come in and have a drink to warm up. " Picked up the hip flask, poured a glass of wine and pushed it to the kang table. Xin Tianyou closed the door backhand, took off his cloak and hung it in the corner. He leaned back on the kang, picked up the glass and gulped it down, taking a long breath.
Ding Xiyu added another glass and asked, "It's so late. ...