After dismounting, Wang You stepped on the flower mud on the ground and strode towards the old man.
The old man was probably used to being watched by people, so he didn't pay attention to Wang Shi's arrival, and his rusty sword feebly cut through the void.
"I don't know your past, but you are not suitable to be a swordsman now!"
"Your hand can't hold the sword!" Wang You whispered, raising his right hand, and its thick spiritual energy flowed out.
Wang You took a step forward and placed his body on the old man's shoulders like a fluttering dead leaf. The old man was shocked and stood there stupidly without struggling.
Thick spiritual energy poured into the old man's body. Wang You breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Old guy, the sunrise tomorrow will be beautiful. I hope you can see it!"
Withdrawing his hand, Wang You jumped on the horse again and rode into the city.
Weak spiritual energy was flowing in the old man's body, and the meridians in his body were damaged, and these gentle spiritual energy nourished the broken meridians.
The falling petals fell in the deepest part of the night, the setting sun disappeared, and the dim music echoed in the flower city.
During the day, the Flower City is filled with beauties as quiet as water, while at night, the Flower City is filled with wandering singers. The lights illuminate the small Flower City as brightly as day.
After a day of fighting, the warriors gather their friends, hang out in the wine pavilion, and play in the land of flowers and willows.
In an ordinary wine shop, Wang was holding a wine pot with his right hand and looking up to the sky to drink. The sound of drinking water was endless.
In a wine shop where people were singing and dancing, Wang You's heart still couldn't integrate into the prosperity around him. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sadness, and an old figure lingered in his mind for a long time.
"Alas!" Wang You sighed slightly, the wine was getting worse and worse.
The other warriors were a little surprised as to why the leader was sighing due to the great harvest today. Only Yusong could guess some clues.
"I'm going for a walk!" Wang You stood up, grabbed several bottles of wine, left a few words and walked out of the wine shop.
The weak lights danced, and the evening wind blew through, lifting up the falling petals.
Wang You was drinking and walking, and from time to time the ecstatic sounds of men could be heard from both sides, sometimes mixed with the ### sounds of some singers.
Walking through the noisy streets, Wang You didn't know when he came to the city gate. The city gate bathed in the moonlight looked a bit eerie and beautiful, especially the spreading ivy with frost and dew emerging on it.
Wang You walked out of the flower city by accident, and the wide stone path was covered with a layer of petals.
There was deathly silence outside the Flower City, with only the sound of falling flowers remaining.
The cold moonlight flows out like water. In front of the flowers and under the moon, a rusty sword flickers between the flowers.
The cold moonlight fell on the mottled city wall, and the withered ivy looked a little ferocious.
The herbs are dark and fragrant. Stepping on the desolate stone path, Wang You can easily smell the bright fragrance of flowers.
The moonlight is like water, and an old figure dances a sword under the flowers.
Dance to clear the shadow, the rusty sword cannot bring out the chilling charm.
A desolate emotion spread in Wang You's heart. He shouldn't be here, he should be flying above the nine heavens.
Stopping and looking at each other, Wang's right eye showed a blank look, and his gaze swayed with the shadow of the sword under the moon.
In front of the flowers and under the moon, a lone shadow raises a sword, forming a lonely picture.
Wang You drank alone from time to time without making a sound, and the aroma of wine filling the air was regarded as the fragrance of flowers.
The splendor and coolness of the moon intertwined into a nocturne of light drunkenness and redness. Wang You subconsciously walked towards the old man, grabbed the wine bottle, handed it to the old man, and whispered: "It's autumn, how about a sip of hot wine to warm your stomach?"
The arrival of Wang You interrupted the old man. The old man looked at Wang You slightly blankly, his eyes without any focus.
The eyes were completely dead, showing no trace of life.
Seeing this, Wang You felt an inexplicable sadness. Who is he?
Wang You sighed slightly and put the wine bottle in the old man's hand.
Bang! The wine bottle slipped and splashed water all over the floor. The old man suddenly laughed wildly, swung the sword in his hand again, and his silver hair danced in the moonlight.
Wang You sighed slightly and stood under the moon, drinking alone.
"I don't know why I'm standing here, watching a crazy old man dance with a sword!"
"It's just that when I calm down, I think of you, this old man!"
"This indescribable feeling, as if I have seen you a long, long time ago!" Wang You's face gradually became confused, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes: "Who am I? Am I really Wang You?
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"I don't know who I am, but they call me Wang You!" Wang You murmured to himself, with thoughts in his eyes: "You don't remember the past either, do you?"
"You and I don't remember the past, do you think this is fate?
One person was talking to himself, and the other was dancing his sword stupidly. The warriors stationed at the city gate all looked at this scene in astonishment, and then sighed slightly: "I heard that a year ago, Wang You escaped from the beast tide.
After this death, I have forgotten some things in the past!"
"Who are you?" Wang You whispered, and the wine in his hand gradually became colder, like the sweeping autumn wind.
Looking at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, the confusion in Wang You's eyes became more and more intense, until finally, his mind was completely immersed in the old man's chaotic sword dance.
In a trance, in the endless void, huge stones were floating in the black and white air, and a figure in white clothes like snow stood in the void holding a sword, with an indifferent expression, as if a god had descended to earth.
In a blur, the figure in white became a little unreal. Boom! A melodious bell suddenly echoed. Wang You's mind was slightly shaken, and the previous trance gradually dissipated.
The melodious and loud ringing of bells resounded in the Flower City, and it was midnight.
The huge stone door made a rattling sound, and the guard in the distance waved his sword and shouted: "King Tou, the door is closed!"
The confused look dissipated on Wang You's face, and Wang You felt astonished. He seemed to have fallen asleep earlier, and he seemed to have seen something in his dream.
"I'm a little drunk!" Wang You whispered, and the wine bottle was carefully placed on the ground.
Spiritual energy circulated in Wang You's palm. Wang You took a step forward and pressed his right hand on the old man's shoulder. The old man's body shook and the sword in his hand stopped.
The rich spiritual energy poured into the old man's body along Wang You's palm, nourishing the old man's broken meridians.
"Old guy, tomorrow's sunrise will be even more beautiful!" Wang You stopped and chuckled, and the sad feeling in his heart also faded a lot.
Turning around, Wang You strode towards Huacheng. When his figure disappeared from the city gate, a whisper echoed: "Have I really seen this person?"
Cackling! The hundred-foot-tall stone gate came roaring and fell on the stone path. The ground trembled and the falling petals were shaken up.
The dim music and songs gradually dissipated as the autumn wind swept by, and the whole world once again fell into deathly silence, except for the fluttering petals, the flowing moonlight, and an old figure.
The confusion in his expression eased slightly, and the old man stared blankly at the sword in his hand.
After a while, the old man grabbed the wine bottle on the ground and drank it like Wang You had done before. The mellow wine spread in his mouth, but the old man couldn't taste the wine. Maybe the wine was tasteless to begin with.
"Who am I?" the old man whispered, and his eyes became extremely blank again. He grabbed the wine bottle with one hand and the sword with the other, and once again danced in a chaotic sword style.
In the dead silence of the world, only a dancing shadow remained, and in the long night, only the bleak autumn wind was whispering.
In the early morning, the first ray of dawn broke through the clouds and fell down.
Under the flying petals, the old man sat on the ground, staring blankly at the sword in his hand.
Pieces of flying petals fell on him, and the delicate petals withered immediately, and a trace of vitality merged into the old man's body.
Cackling! The huge stone door was raised, and figures galloping on horses appeared on the stone path.
"Wang Tou, that crazy old man is still here!" Yusong yawned with his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the old man in the distance with some surprise.
With a smile on his lips, Wang You smiled heartily: "Isn't this very good? If he is still here, it means we have another great harvest today!"
"Yes! The boss is right!" Yusong waved the sword in his hand with a look of anticipation.
Pulling the reins of the horse, Wang You looked at the old man in the distance, raised his head, stared at the rising sun in the sky, and murmured: "Today's rising sun is beautiful, and the rising sun will be so in the future, right?"
"Drive!" Wang You slapped the horse on his crotch, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from the string.
Dozens of figures riding away splashed flower mud all over the ground, and as the morning sun shone down, the entire flower city became noisy again.
The flying tidbits are intertwined, and the deathly silence in the old man's body is in sharp contrast with the vitality of the flower city. The soul is dim and irrelevant, as if it can be broken at any time.
Life is like a swirling stream of flowers, floating to nowhere, but it will eventually stop in one place. For Huacheng, the arrival of the old man did not change it.
But the sword in the old man's hand was decorated with flower petals flying in the sky, and a trace of life flowed along the sword and integrated into the old man's body.
The sky and the earth are pale, and the coldness of winter comes quietly, bringing with it snowflakes all over the sky.
The old man is like the ivy on the city wall. Although he is dead, he has survived the whole autumn. Even in the coldest month of winter, the old man is still standing outside the Flower City.
The fallen snow flakes dyed the old man's whole body white. He was still waving the sword in his hand, but a layer of frost had condensed on the sword.
The mellow aroma of wine hit his nostrils with the cold wind. The old man stopped, the sword in his hand dropped, and turned around. The old man looked at Huacheng blankly, and a figure gradually emerged.
"Madman, the wine is here!" Wang You came here carrying several bottles of wine and walking in the snow. Wherever he passed, he left no trace on the snow. There was no trace of his steps on the snow, that's all.
Wang You looked at the messy ground and shook his head. He knew that the crazy old man had been dancing with the sword for another day. He handed the wine bottle in his hand to the old man. Wang You took the lead in opening the wine jar and drank while looking up to the sky. The sound of running water echoed.
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The same is true for the old man. The wine dripped down his snow-white beard, and the aroma of wine filled the air.