The snow was very heavy, as if something was about to die. The final struggle was very intense, so another layer of snow fell on the ground in the yard soon.

"When I was drunk, I picked up a pot, I walked on the moon in the snow, Immortals guided the way, and boys covered the fragrance. The stars made the mist, the sky was the top, and the sycamore was the stick, which guided the country."

Thirty-two words, written by Bai Wuren, were not written for him. He did not think that he was the first of the seven of them to die. Although he was no longer as glorious as he was back then, it did not mean that they admitted that they were about to be vain and could not be used.

The night sky is beautiful, it was the first time I saw it. When Leng Xiaobai first saw it, he also felt it was beautiful, and even felt that he would never get tired of seeing it for the rest of his life.

The final result proved that he was wrong. He was already very annoyed now. The most he had tested in the night sky these days. Apart from the falling snowflakes, which hit him in his face, there was nothing worthy of his appreciation.

The snow in the sky seemed to hear Leng Xiaobai's heart, and also felt that she had a lot of money now. She stopped after a shy moonlight.

The moonlight shines on the snow. I don’t know if it is the white of the snow that sets the coldness of the moonlight or the beauty of the moonlight that sets the vastness of the snowy night. In an instant, Leng Xiaobai felt that his a little aggrieved heart had become much wider.

"Is this the answer you gave me? Under the moonlight, everything is bright, under the sun, everything is born, under the universe, everything is peaceful. I have a sword, and I cannot conquer the world, and I only keep chivalrous."

Leng Xiaobai looked at the Zhanlu sword in his hand, the moonlight in the sky and the night light on the ground, both beautiful. He seemed to have regained his original feeling. The feeling of looking at the night sky for the first time was really beautiful and wonderful.

Every time he went out, he had to hold a sword. After the incident in front of Youfu Inn, Hongyun was no longer worried and returned the sword to him, although he was still a little reluctant.

A sword dances on the snow, not telling one's life or the sorrow of parting.

The entrance to the northern area of ​​Heiheji is a threshold without a door. Under the night sky, the moonlight discovered two people, like ghosts in the night, the black and white impermanence that had disappeared for a long time.

"I really want to know what he said, and read so much from those words, why didn't I think so much at the beginning?"

Xie Bi'an looked at Leng Xiaobai in surprise. Although he had been a little crazy, he could hear Leng Xiaobai's words talking to himself. No matter how he sounded like a charlatan.

"Maybe it's a mystery. There's a problem like Old Man Bai. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to stay together for sixteen years."

Fan Wujiu's words were no longer just a few words. His eyes showed that they had already looked at this child differently.

"That old man has always been a disrespectful guy. How could he have such a good disciple? Could it be that his luck has accumulated to the end, and that we have become what we are now?"

Xie Bi'an's expression was no longer the same. The one that made people think he was a good old man, and Fan Wujiu still looked like that.

"The fate is here, and everything happens is understandable. I want to know more about whether Old Man Bai really has no rest of his life. Should we be sad too?"

"There is no need. It must be his own delusional. If he really dies, he will definitely not tell us brothers, unless he wants his son to hate him for the rest of his life."

The famous charlatan Fu Huai, I heard that he is a person who can tell the secrets of heaven, but he is still alive with the help of the Beggars' Sect and has not changed his fate yet.
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