"What, uncle is gone?"

In the evening, Hua Xiaoyu, who was walking home with a small schoolbag on her back, was stunned when she heard Chen's words. Then she dropped her schoolbag and ran towards the door.

boom!

The yard next door was unlocked as usual, and the door opened as soon as it was pushed.

But looking at the empty yard and empty chairs, Hua Xiaoyu was not as excited as before, but instead felt an inexplicable fear.

She didn't look at the wooden sign left on the stone table, but ran into the back room, towards the kitchen and wine cellar.

The people are gone, but the wine is still there.

For some reason, she felt relieved for no reason, and tears suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Smelly uncle, bad uncle, you don't even say goodbye before you leave, you don't even close the door, and you don't worry about the wine being stolen."

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Hua Xiaoyu said as she skillfully took out a piece of preserves from the wine cellar and walked towards the yard.

"I'm leaving. I'm going out to look for ingredients for making wine. I'll be back in a few days. Don't cry like a little cat.

Keep an eye on the wine in the house, and you can eat the candied fruit as you like. They are all made of spiritual fruits. If you want to grow up, just eat more, but be careful and you will become a fat girl.

By the way, when you go out, remember to help and hang the sign on the table.

Above, the handsome uncle is gone."

"He's obviously a stinky uncle, but why do you think he's so handsome?"

Hua Xiaoyu, whose little face was full of candied fruit, looked at the wooden sign on the stone table with the word "Closed Shop" written on it, and said angrily.

"Remember to say goodbye next time."

Taking the wooden sign to the door, Hua Xiaoyu looked at the words "Closed Shop" on the courtyard door, said something softly, and walked towards her home.

Mrs. Chen stood at the door, watching her daughter's mood improve, and welcomed her back to the courtyard.

"Definitely next time." On the path outside Anyang City, Zhou Yu looked at the scene in his palm, with a smile on his lips.

In this smile, Zhou Yu took one step and disappeared on the road.

.....

Half a year later, inside a ruined temple.

Zhou Yu was sitting by the bonfire, roasting chicken with one hand and looking at the rainy night outside the temple with the other hand, listening to the fighting in his ears and drinking wine in his stomach.

After about a while of burning incense, a young man with a stern face walked into the temple holding a sword.

This man stepped into the temple and his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw Zhou Yu. Only after confirming that he was just an ordinary person did he loosen his grip on the hilt of the sword.

"Scholar, are you not afraid of me?"

Half an hour later, the young swordsman, who had finished wiping the sword in his hand, looked at Zhou Changqing, who was eating tender chicken and drinking a small drink, and couldn't help but ask.

You know, when he just entered, even though it was washed away by the rain, his white clothes were stained with a lot of blood.

Ordinary people would probably be scared to death if they saw it in this barren mountain. How could they drink and enjoy themselves so peacefully?

What's even more outrageous is that the scholar would look at the rainwater falling from the eaves from time to time, as if he was enjoying it.

This scholar is either arrogant or has an abnormal mind.

He didn't have the slightest bit of force, but he still dared to be so leisurely in front of a blood-drinker like him, so he wasn't afraid that he would be jealous and kill him with a sword.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Zhou Yu felt a little funny in his heart, but said seriously on his face.

"Could it be that you take the sword just to make others afraid of you?"

"That's nonsense. I, Jiang Ping, wield the sword just to uphold justice. My sword will cut off injustices. How can I be compared with those thieves and bandits?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ping, who was obviously still immature, immediately said with a serious face.

"That being the case, I have no reason to be afraid of you." Zhou Yu said with a smile.

Just now, when this man was fighting with the bandits in the rain, he drew his sword decisively and cruelly.

Unexpectedly, there was such an innocent and innocent scene, which surprised him.

"You are a scholar, you are very courageous. If you have extra food and wine, please give me a share." Jiang Ping laughed dumbly after hearing this.

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ping saw half a chicken leg thrown over by the scholar, and a brand new wine bottle.

"This is Zhuyuan Chun in Zuixianglou. I never thought that a scholar like you would be so lucky." Jiang Ping opened the bottle and took a sip and said happily.

"You can afford to drink this kind of wine. You are obviously not an ordinary person. Don't you know that if you walk a lot at night, you will bump into ghosts."

After eating a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, Jiang Ping asked again after being satisfied.

"I've been watching you for a long time. You've been staring at the rain outside. What are you looking at?"

"Looking for something meaningful and worth looking forward to." Zhou Yu said calmly.

"Someone once told me that he likes to go to restaurants, not because of the food in the restaurants, nor because of the fine wines in the restaurants, but because in the restaurants, you can see different lives."

"You must have been deceived." Hearing this, Jiang Ping seemed to understand why the white-faced scholar went out in the middle of the night, and said jokingly.

"There are so many fights and killings in the rivers and lakes. Why do you not want to live and work in peace and contentment, but you have to take this trip?" Zhou Yu ignored him and looked at Jiang Ping in front of him and said.

"Everything you do must have meaning, otherwise wouldn't there be no fun in life?"

"Just like this fire, the purpose of its existence at this moment is to keep us warm and to roast hot wine and roast chicken for us."

"You scholars are prone to overthinking, where do you get so much meaning in life?

If a goal is predetermined in advance, wouldn't it lack novelty?

I yearn for the rivers and lakes, because there is wine in the rivers and lakes, and there are swords in the rivers and lakes, because when I walk with the wine and the sword, I feel a wanton and unrestrained feeling in my heart.

Because I am free and happy, I am willing to go there; because others admire me, I am willing to hold the sword.

Some people say that Jianghu is too complicated, but in my opinion, there are only two choices.

Either stay or leave.

But whether he leaves or stays, when he steps in, when the word "jianghu" comes to his mind, whether he goes there or not, he has already felt the "jianghu".

Do you think the world is meaningful for those who have not stepped into it yet but have thoughts in their hearts?

I don't think so, but they are already in the world.

So, why do you think so much? Today you have wine and you will get drunk today, you can hold a sword today, and you can sleep and set sail tomorrow."

Jiang Ping was drinking and eating meat, and said casually when he was excited.

This person said whatever he thought of. It was obviously illogical, but it made Zhou Yu feel a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Just like the window paper is about to be broken, there is only one last click left to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

At this moment, Jiang Pingba said with a sigh.

"But after saying so much, I somewhat understand what you meant before.

That's right, now that I have entered the world, I always try to do something memorable.

I happened to kill a group of bandits today. Within three years, I will make a name for myself in Qingzhou.

Although I didn’t want to do this at first, in the eyes of others, this is also the meaning of my being in Jianghu." Jiang Ping looked at Zhou Yu and said.

"What do you think, scholar?"

"Move by thoughts and act according to your heart. The so-called life can be achieved with the raising of a hand."

Zhou Yu murmured in a low voice, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he let out a hearty laugh.

"Just like this fire, it lights up because I want to light it. This is the meaning of its existence.

If I don't want to, this fire will go out."

"This fire is already burning. How can you put it out just as you say, while I'm still cold?" Jiang Ping said jokingly, about to add new firewood to the fire.

But when he was about to throw it in, he was suddenly startled, and looked at Zhou Yu with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

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Chapter completed!