The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

The weather was gloomy, the sky was full of yellow sand, and only a few sporadic figures could be seen.

At the end of the year, the weather is cold, the snow is brutal and the wind is heavy, and the whole town is silent, except for a little noise from the only tavern in the town.

There are only about [-] households in this border town, but it is the only place where they can stay on the way to Kunlun.Official roads are managed by the imperial court, and unofficial vehicles and horses are strictly prohibited from passing, so the people of Jianghu spontaneously opened a road.Therefore, the only tavern in this town has a prosperous business, and it can welcome customers even in the cold winter months.

The town is called Huangfeng Town, no matter whether it is warm in winter or cool in summer, the wind that blows is always yellow, hence the name.

It was freezing cold, and there were a few people sitting sporadically in the tavern, talking in different corners.The cold wind poured into the house for a moment, and was isolated from the outside again.

A sword-wielding man in a cloak opened the door and sat down at a corner table. When he took off his hood, he revealed a face wearing a silver-white half-face mask.

Some people's eyes drifted over, and then drifted back.There are countless guys who don't want to show their true colors, especially in this border town where the power of the imperial court is hard to reach. The people who appear here have a tacit understanding with each other.

Compared with the man in black, the young man in white who was quietly drinking in the other corner of the tavern seemed too prominent, and the two formed a sharp contrast.

The resources in the frontier are scarce, so the wine will not be very good.And this young man in white not only drank, but also drank as usual, without any disgust.

"Have a pot of tea."

The man in Xuanyi said to the shopkeeper.

As soon as he said the words, people were taken aback.It's because his voice is clear and clear, like the dingdong of spring water in the mountains, but it reveals the unique vitality of young people.

This is obviously a young man who has not reached the weak crown.

The shopkeeper brought a pot of tea slowly, the young man in Xuanyi reached out to touch it, opened his mouth and called to the shopkeeper who was about to turn around to leave, and said, "Is there no hot tea?"

"Guest officer, it's not easy to have tea and wine in this place. If I burn firewood, this winter will only be more difficult."

The shopkeeper looked puzzled, he was telling the truth, firewood is rare in this place in winter, and it depends on the firewood stored in autumn for heating.

But this tavern is absolutely indispensable for firewood. Since it can cook food, firewood is also indispensable. Besides, how much firewood does it consume to cook a pot of tea?

The shopkeeper's purpose was obvious, and the young man in Xuanyi was also very upright, taking out a bunch of copper coins from his pocket.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, almost beaming with joy.

But the boy in black asked, "How many pieces do you want?"

The shopkeeper almost doubted his ears: "What did you say?"

The boy in Xuanyi blinked his eyes behind the mask, repeated the question just now, and explained it.

"I mean, how many do you want? I'm very poor these days, so please make a price."

……

There was an eerie silence in the tavern.

The shopkeeper said with difficulty: "Ten, ten pieces is enough."

The young man in Xuanyi counted out ten copper coins, took them off from the string with great care, handed them to the shopkeeper, and said empathetically: "Shopkeeper, you are very kind, so I won't bother you. Can I borrow the back kitchen of the tavern?" , I'll do it myself."

Shopkeeper: "..."

The shopkeeper: "Respect, respect is worse than obedience, you can..."

The young man in xuanyi walked through the hall carrying the teapot, passing by the side of the young man in white, looked sideways, and then looked away.

The young man in white seemed to notice the brief gaze, and his eyes fell on the back of the young man in black.

There was charcoal in the stove, Zhao Jueming put thin wooden sticks into the stove to ignite, the flames danced and expanded, he stuffed some more sticks in, sat on a low stool and stared at the exuberant flames.

[It's so warm. 】

Zhao Jueming stretched out his hand in front of the charcoal fire and sighed sincerely.

System: 【...Fortunately, no one here knows that you are Zhao Jueming. 】

A person who digs inside and out can't really be called a handsome guy.A qualified handsome guy includes but is not limited to drunk lying on the knees of beauties, and spends a lot of money without feeling distressed; but Zhao Jueming can't drink, and beauties don't respond to them, and occasionally he is stingy like a cheapskate.

The system looked at Zhao Jueming who was warming himself by the fire, and sighed sadly.

Zhao Jueming was talked about by it a lot, thought about it, and sincerely suggested: [You can understand that I am diligent and thrifty in managing the house, so maybe you will be more comfortable. 】

The system curled its lips—even though it has no mouth—it decided to let go of this topic that was always brought up, and instead said: [The man in white who was drinking just now is your cousin, right? 】

Zhao Jueming nodded upon hearing the words: [Yes.Taiping cousin. 】

Cousin Taiping's name is not Taiping, but his father's title is King Taiping.As the son of King Taiping, the title is Prince Taiping's son.

Prince Taiping's son has been missing for many years, Zhao Jueming did not expect to see this not very close cousin Taiping here, and he was really surprised to see him when he passed by.

It was just an accident, Zhao Jueming didn't think about recognizing his relatives.

Although Cousin Taiping is not only a cousin, but also his former landlord, but getting acquainted in this place does not have much effect, and the landlord of Gongjiu is not like someone who will respond enthusiastically.

The tea started bubbling, and the flame in the stove gradually weakened. Zhao Jueming walked out of the back kitchen with the teapot in his hand, and the first words he heard when he stepped into the lobby were unfamiliar yet familiar language.

"It's really cold here." Someone at the table said so, turned around and waved to the shopkeeper, and said in unfamiliar Chinese, "Serve a pot of hot wine."

The first half of the sentence is Jurchen language.

Zhao Jueming had dealt with matters related to the Jinren. The Jinren's mission came to Beijing, and he and his father personally took care of it, and there were many contacts thereafter.It was also in that year that a member of the Jurchen royal family who came with the Jinren envoy saw the Blood River Sword and its swordsmanship of Marquis Shentong, and was astonished. Sunshine Gun".

With a lot of thoughts, Zhao Jueming sat down at the original table with the teapot in hand.

In this tavern, there was only the shopkeeper who greeted him. Hearing this, he hurriedly ran to the back kitchen. After a while, he brought a jug of warm wine and served it to the table.

Zhao Jueming looked down at the hot water in his bowl, heated by his own hands, which was worth ten renminbi, and sighed softly.

There were only three golden men in this tavern, and they talked unscrupulously because no one could understand their language.

Zhao Jueming drank his tea and listened silently.The Jurchens are nomads, and most of them live in no fixed place, and these people appear here only for hunting, and they are not considered big people.

After the golden man drank and bought some food from the shopkeeper, he left the tavern.Before leaving the door, the leading golden man glanced at the lobby, muttered, "Let's go now, let you say enough," and pushed the door out.

Even though Song and Jin were in a truce, the gap between the two peoples was still obvious.The three golden men must have noticed the weird atmosphere in the tavern, so they left after drinking.

As soon as they left, the atmosphere in the tavern became alive, even more lively than when Zhao Jueming entered the tavern.

"These golden men come and go obediently. If it was placed seven or eight years ago, it would be unthinkable!"

"It's not that they have been defeated. The barbarians only value force, and it is his master who can beat him, but his grandson."

"No, I've opened a tavern in this place for many years. The Jinren were not so easy to talk to before, and they would scold for a moment just looking at it."

"Fortunately, the officials woke up in time and didn't play with the grassroots. If the frontline has money and food, it will naturally win."

……

The drinkers in the tavern chattered about the Jin people talking about the court affairs, but they didn't know much about the court affairs, so they finally talked about the Jianghu affairs.

The rivers and lakes are chaotic, and there are new things every day.

It has been two months since Zhao Jueming overthrew Bat Island, and now it was brought up again, and several people lamented that he was so powerful that he not only caught Mr. Bat, but also made Wuhua fall under the sword again, without knowing it. The protagonist of the topic is drinking tea nearby.

"Speaking of Zhao Jueming, it is said that recently there was a very imposing young man surnamed Yu on the east coast. His name was Yu Tianbao... Some people said that he was the young master of the Raksha Sect."

"The young master of the Rakshasa Sect in the Western Regions ran to the east?"

"Who knows, but some people say that Yu Tianbao and Zhao Jueming are friends. Back in the capital, did no one see a young man next to Zhao Jueming? That person seems to be Yu Tianbao."

"What you said is unreliable. It seems, it is said that this place is very close to Kunlun. Don't talk nonsense to others in the future."

……

People kept joining their conversation, and the tavern was bustling to dispel the winter cold, but from the beginning to the end, only the boy in black and the boy in white were silent, resting on the sidelines.The former even found out a big pie at some point, as if he was listening, but also as if he wasn't listening.

Gong Jiu's eyes drifted to the boy in black clothes.

The tea on the table has already been drunk, and the cold wind is blowing outside, it is enough to make people hesitate whether to go or stay.

Zhao Jueming asked the shopkeeper for the tea, handed over two copper coins, and walked out of the tavern with his hands wrapped tightly in his cloak.He didn't show his face from the beginning to the end, and he spoke only a handful of sentences, giving people a sense of indifference and alienation, so until he opened the door and left, no one spoke to him.

Not a moment after the young man in Xuanyi left, Gong Jiu got up, pushed the door and went out.The shopkeeper glanced at his back, saw that the white clothes were covered by the wooden door, and looked away silently.

Before Zhao Jueming walked far outside the tavern, he moved slowly.It's cold in winter, although he has inner strength and true energy close to him, he still doesn't like the biting cold.

It's not because he doesn't like it because he doesn't want to, otherwise he wouldn't be here in this cold winter.

There was a creaking sound from the wooden door behind him, as if someone had stepped out, and the sound of footsteps was slowly trailing behind him without covering up.

[It's your brother. 】

system said.

Zhao Jueming was too lazy to look back, the hood of the cloak was on his forehead, if he looked back he would have to turn around and take off the hood, so he walked straight forward without looking back.

The tavern in Huangfeng Town is a tavern, and the inn is an inn. One is only for food but not for lodging, and the other is for lodging but not for food.Zhao Jueming asked the shopkeeper of the inn for hot water and got no choice, so he had no choice but to go into the tavern.

Gong Jiu followed him all the way to the inn, when Zhao Jueming was about to enter the room, Gong Jiu was still not far or close to him.

Zhao Jueming glanced at him, pushed the door open and entered, and closed the door behind his back.

After a while, the door next door opened and closed again.

Zhao Jueming lay peacefully on his body, and fell asleep as early as the moment he lay down.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Jueming went downstairs after washing up. Gong Jiu sat at the small table downstairs with a calm expression, and the scene was very similar to the inn in Bianjing.

Zhao Jueming didn't wear a mask, and with a cloak on his arm, he sat down opposite Gong Jiu openly.

"The treasurer of the palace."

He said hello like this, with a natural look on his face.The silver mask and cloak in his hand showed his identity from yesterday, but Zhao Jueming didn't feel embarrassed at all.

The authentic shopkeeper who was huddled behind the counter of the inn cast a strange look, thought for a while, and then retracted his head again.

Gong Jiu was dressed in white, spotless, not like being in the desert, but like a nobleman going out to play, which is very unfriendly compared to this dilapidated place.

"Yeah." Gong Jiu said calmly, "Why didn't I see you say hello yesterday?"

"It's too cold." Zhao Jueming was not surprised by the other party's question, "I just want to go back to my room and sleep."

"Did you sleep well?"

"good."

"Drunken Dream Floating Life." Gong Jiu said, "Is this why you came here?"

There was surprise in Zhao Jueming's eyes, not because Gong Jiu knew about drunken dreams, but because Gong Jiu, his cousin, was even more unusual than he thought.

"Yes."

Zhao Jueming responded in this way.He didn't know how much Gong Jiu knew, but since he could know about Zuimeng Fusheng and deduce his purpose of coming to Kunlun, he must know a little more.

"I happen to be on the way with you, why not go with you?"

Gong Jiu made an invitation, with a calm and calm expression.

It was the first time that Zhao Jueming was invited to go with him without any foreshadowing. Hearing this, he was stunned and asked, "What do you want?"

want.

Gong Jiu noticed that Zhao Jueming's words seemed a bit subtle.

"Boring." Gong Jiu half-truthfully said, "Go and experience Yu Luocha's swordsmanship."

Zhao Jueming nodded, thinking that Cousin Taiping didn't know him well at all, there was no possibility of losing his horse, and he wouldn't be too lonely if he had someone to accompany him on the road.

Gong Jiu's carriages and horses were all parked outside the inn, ready to go.Zhao Jueming wrapped his cloak and went out to see him, without thinking too much, he took his black horse and tied it in front of the cart, and when Gong Jiu got into the cart, he took the reins and drove the cart with a whip.

The road is long and there are few people.When only two people are with each other, they will naturally pass the time by talking.

Gong Jiu is not really taciturn, if he wants to talk, it seems that he will never run out of words, chatting with him is a very comfortable thing.Zhao Jueming walked with him for just a few days, and he talked more than when he was a neighbor in the capital.

The night was dark, the cold wind invaded the muscles, and the corners of the carriage were tightly blocked.The candlelight was radiant, and the two communicated before going to bed.

"When I was in Bianjing, the shopkeeper didn't seem to be too willing to talk." Zhao Jueming was not very polite, and was simply surprised, "Now he talks a lot."

"There are too many people around you, I'm too lazy to deal with it." Gong Jiu said lightly, "I can say whatever I want. Also, why do you always call me shopkeeper?"

"You are the shopkeeper of the inn."

"It doesn't matter if you don't call shopkeeper, I'm not just a famous shopkeeper." Gong Jiu really talked a lot more than in Bianjing City, "According to your rules, call as you like."

"Gong Jiu." Zhao Jueming said again, "but you never called my name."

Gong Jiu seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Zhao Jueming: "Not once."

Gong Jiu: "What do you want me to call?"

Zhao Jueming: "Follow your rules."

Gong Jiu: "...Zhao Jueming."

Zhao Jueming didn't continue talking, the wind howled outside the car, he listened for a moment, turned his head and smiled at Gong Jiu, and closed his eyes.

The boy was wrapped in a cloak and huddled in a corner. It stands to reason that a person with such deep inner strength should not be afraid of the cold, but he was very afraid of the cold.

The sound of breathing calmed down, and there was silence in the carriage.Gong Jiu glanced at the young man who was still sleeping by the candlelight, not knowing whether to say that the other party was not vigilant or was too bold to take any precautions against him.

After thinking for a while, Gong Jiu lowered his eyes, blew out the candle, and closed his eyes in the darkness.

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