The small pond is like a clear blue eye, staring at the golden sky. A pair of little white geese tilt their heads to admire their own shadows in the water. The leaves of the maple trees in the valley, whether they have drunk too much wine, are red.

It must be like a ball of fire.

A strong wind blows, and the maple leaves fly in the air, constantly circling, circling into the ancient city, entering a courtyard in the ancient city, the fiery red leaves fall next to the woman in the fiery red robe with a hanging sword.

, complement each other.

When the strong wind came, it stirred up thousands of piles of wind dust. Xue Hongyi wore the Zhan Jiang Po Hu, holding the handle of the knife in one hand, striding out of the door, walking on the street, passing through the crowds of people, and the red clouds on the horizon in the evening.

The color of blood fell on the ground and shone on the red clothes.

"Black boy, where is your young master?"

Xue Hongyi entered the inn, and Hei Tou happened to be holding a bowl of steamed buns with one in his mouth. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Xue Hongyi. His eyes widened. He stood up and was about to run, but hesitated again.

Picked up the bowl of steamed buns on the table.

As soon as he ran away, Xue Hongyi grabbed him by the collar. He trembled all over and tried hard to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth, but it got stuck. He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He would never forget it.

The last time he was slapped by Xue Hongyi made him dizzy and he was tied up for a whole day.

This shadow will be unforgettable forever.

"I won't beat you today, I'll come find Du Ruo." Xue Hongyi said.

Blackhead choked on a mouthful of steamed buns, and Xue Hongyi held up his collar and strangled his throat. He couldn't breathe out, his eyes were turning white, but he could only make a babbling sound.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Que happened to stretch down and walked downstairs, took a steamed bun from Hei Tou's hand, and lightly patted Hei Tou's chest. Hei Tou immediately spat out a mouthful of steamed buns and gasped deeply.

He took a breath and said hurriedly: "Xue Captou, my young master went to attend the Deer Ming Banquet. He left this morning and won't be back until evening. If you have something urgent, I'm afraid you will have to wait!"

Xue Hongyi let go of Hei Tou's collar. At that moment, Hei Tou, who had survived the disaster, didn't care about anything else. He ran upstairs with the steamed buns. Soon, there was a sound of a door closing upstairs.

Xue Hongyi ignored the black head and slowly turned around to look at Wang Que by the window.

Wang Que was holding a cup of tea and eating steamed buns. He suddenly turned around, smiled at Xue Hongyi, and said, "What, Xue Captou, you want to eat steamed buns? I only have one, you have to pay for it yourself."

.”

Xue Hongyi stared at Wang Que closely, walked over slowly, took off the river-cutting knife and put it on the table. She also slowly sat in front of Wang Que and said coldly: "Do you know me?"

Wang Que smiled and said: "I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who don't recognize Xue Baotou, who cut across the river and the lake with one sword."

Xue Hongyi's hand slowly placed on the Zhanjiang Knife. With a "Cheng" sound, the knife came out of its sheath, and a ray of cold white light drifted past.

The knife had just been half an inch out of the sheath when Wang Que's eyes narrowed, he stretched out his hand, put it on the handle of the knife, and pushed the knife in that was about to be unsheathed.

At this moment, Xue Hongyi suddenly slapped her palm, and the air suddenly dispersed in all directions. The majestic fluctuations of internal energy carried a gust of wind and blew Wang Que's hair, which had not been washed for many days, into the air.

Wang Que's hand was still resting on the handle of the knife. He tilted his head slightly and leaned down, half-lying on the stool. He saw that the small palm was about to be slapped down, and he hurriedly shouted: "Xue Qiao"

Boss, I didn’t break the law, did I?”

A ray of internal energy surged on the palm of his hand. Xue Hongyi was slightly startled. He looked at Wang Que who was half lying on the stool, snorted coldly, took it back, and said: "Who are you, and why are you by Du Ruo's side? What's the matter?

Purpose?"

Wang Que picked up the steamed bun that had fallen on the ground, patted it gently, and said aggrievedly: "Xue Captou, you just want to fight me for this matter, there is no need, you are a member of the Yamen!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Xue Hongyi said: "Your martial arts skills are so high, close to those of the new imperial examination candidates. I have reason to suspect that you are up to no good. Don't try to reason with me, I don't like to hear it."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm unreasonable," Wang Que took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "I didn't deliberately get close to Brother Du. I was also a candidate for the provincial examination this time, but I didn't take the test.

It just happened. Brother Du felt that my martial arts skills were barely passable, so he invited me to go to Shuzhong with him. As for me, I was also worried about my livelihood, so we worked together and hit it off.

…”

Xue Hongyi twitched the corner of her mouth and interrupted: "Okay, what are you talking nonsense about?"

"Hehe," Wang Que grinned, raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Xue Captou, you are so nervous about Brother Du, are you having an affair with Brother Du..."

"Cheng"

The knife is unsheathed.

Wang Que hurriedly put away his playful smile, raised his hands, and said seriously: "I, Wang Que, have seen Xue Baotou. I have a bad mouth. Mr. Xue Baotou, please forgive me!"

Xue Hongyi snorted coldly, sheathed the knife, looked at Wang Que for a while, and said, "Are you the crazy Wang Que who took the three-play provincial examination?"

"Yes, yes, I don't dare to be crazy, I don't dare to take it."

"I've never heard that your martial arts skills are so high."

“Walking around in the world, having many skills does not weigh you down!”

Xue Hongyi stood up, looked at Wang Que, and said: "When Du Ruo comes back, send a message to me. The Yamen has an urgent order. I am leaving Jinling now and tell him to take care of himself!"

"Okay, it will definitely arrive."

Wang Que watched Xue Hongyi leave the inn with a smile. The smile on his face became even bigger. He chewed the steamed buns, his eyes were bright, and he muttered: "Interesting, interesting. This knife is so beautiful. If only it could be more beautiful."

, dying by this knife should be a kind of enjoyment!"

…………

A breeze blows, and the ginkgo leaves rustle, as crisp as wind chimes. They are blown into pieces. From time to time, a few branches and leaves fall down, falling next to the fiery red figure, and gradually go away.

It was like a blazing fire, burning away and dyeing half of the sky red.

In a certain alley, several young people came out chatting and laughing. The one wearing a robe was Du Ruo. A strong wind blew up on the street, and many withered yellow ginkgo leaves were rolled up, and the hair on the ears and temples was rolled up and swaying gently.

When the countless golden ginkgo leaves floated over, he raised his head and saw the burning clouds on the other side. It was really like a fire burning. The long clouds in the clouds seemed to be dressed in red.

Drifting past, leaving a path of fire.

Several people stopped.

"The autumn water and the sky are always the same color..."

"No, no, it should be right. All the trees are in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun."

"It's not appropriate either. I think it's a windy night and the leaves are flying in the mountains."

"That's not right for you. You might as well ask Brother Du if he has any opinions on this scene."

Du Ruo looked at the flaming cloud and murmured slightly with the corner of his mouth:

Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are not suitable

It should be that there are red clothes in Jinling

Suddenly, the ray of setting sun on the horizon passed over the grass and trees, and I used the tranquility of Jiangnan to boil it into colored ink. I splashed the ink with the strong love in the autumn of Jiangnan, quietly golden, and quietly the ginkgo leaves, taking advantage of the flaming red floating in the long and lazy leaves.

Streets and alleys.

Dots were scattered on the ground, dotted with Chu Tianfang. A few people looked at Du Ruo who was walking away on the bluestone. After looking at each other for a long time, he suddenly said in surprise: "Good, good poem, Brother Du, the second half of the poem

Woolen cloth?"

Du Ruocai, who was already quite far away, woke up with a start, looked back with a smile, and said: "I'll see you later... I'll see you again!"

"Goodbye? Who are you meeting?"

Du Ruo smiled slightly and said nothing. He raised his eyes and looked far, far away. He saw the long wind blowing away the prosperity of half the city, and saw the red clothes dyed in a lifetime.
Chapter completed!