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Ye Guhong was really drunk! The night view of West Lake is just like the beautiful face of Xizi, which is heartbreaking! What's more, Ye Guhong was lying on the long embankment and drank a whole jar of old Shaoxing wine. How could he not get drunk? With his drunken eyes hazy, Ye Guhong raised his head to look at the moon, but he felt the alcohol in his chest gently rippling with the soft waves in the lake. Whose jade fingers are playing lightly in the dark night, the sound of the piano is like the fragrance of lotus seeds, refreshing the heart and mind, and making people unable to control themselves. With a long roar, Ye Guhong pulled out the world-famous Jinghong Sword from his waist and danced against the moon. Who could have imagined that the dancing posture of a famous hero would be so elegant and graceful, as if he was fleeting away like a startled giant, and as if he was about to ride back on the wind... The sound of the piano gradually faded away, disappearing like a yellow crane. Ye Guhong returned the sword to its sheath, swung his body and flew straight towards the center of the lake.

March, Jiangnan, rain. The patter of spring rain is like the tears of a lover. From yesterday's dusk to today's dusk, bit by bit, they are woven into a fine network. In this network, the whole of Suzhou becomes more and more ethereal and beautiful. Viewing the scenery in the rain is a special charm, and the Tingyu Tower by Taihu Lake has also become lively because of this: the lights are brightly lit in the building, and the tables and cups are always full. The diners order some exquisite side dishes and lean on the railing to watch. In addition to the delicacies, they also eat the beautiful scenery of the lake. Compared with the excitement of everyone, Xiaoyan is lonely. The food was cold and the wine was empty. Xiaoyan stood with hands on his sleeves and stared at a large house across the long street. "Yongjian Villa, Ruoshi..." Xiaoyan muttered these words repeatedly in her heart, and in a daze, she seemed to have returned to that beautiful spring afternoon...

In Guiwang Mountain, a mountainous area with a radius of hundreds of miles, swordsman Ding Qi is an anomaly. For people who live on the edge of a knife, most swordsmen form groups in small or small groups so that they can be taken care of, but Ding Qi never mixes with others, and he does not engage in whoring and gambling like other swordsmen. What's even more surprising is that Ding Qi has been a swordsman for more than ten years, and his men have rarely been stained with blood, let alone died. In addition, Ding Qi had contacts with the leaders and leaders of various hills, so even though he was doing business alone, he did it smoothly. On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Ding Qi got up early, carried his shaving burden, and went into the mountains early, preparing to complete the last business of the year and have a good New Year.