The cold moonlight fell on the mottled city wall, and the withered green vines were a little hideous.

The grass is dark and fragrant, stepping on the desolate stone road, Wang You can easily smell the bright fragrance of flowers.

The moonlight is like water, and an elderly figure is dancing a sword under the flowers.

Dance to figure out the shadow, the rusty sword can't bring out the charm of slaughter.

A desolate mood spread in Wang You's heart, he shouldn't be here, he should soar above the nine heavens.

Stopping to look at each other, Wang's right eye showed a blank look, and his gaze swayed with the shadow of the sword under the moon.

Under the moon before the flower, the lone shadow raised the sword, which formed a lonely picture.

Wang You sometimes drank alone, without making a sound, and the aroma of wine in the air was also regarded as a burst of floral fragrance.

The beauty and coldness of the moon are intertwined into a chapter of a light drunken nocturne, Wang You subconsciously walked towards the old man, grabbed the wine jug, handed it to the old man, and whispered: "It's autumn, take a sip of hot wine to warm your stomach?" Wang You's arrival interrupted the old man, and the old man looked at Wang You a little blankly, his pupils didn't have any focus.

The gaze is completely dead, and there is no trace of life.

Seeing this, Wang You felt an inexplicable sadness, who is he?

Wang You sighed slightly, and stuffed the wine jug in his hand into the old man's hand.

Bang! The flask slipped, splashing water all over the floor. The old man suddenly laughed wildly, the sword in his hand swung again, and his silver hair fluttered in the moonlight.

Wang You sighed slightly, stood under the moon and drank alone.

"I don't know why I'm standing here watching a crazy old man wield a sword!"

"It's just, as soon as I calm down, I think of you, old man!"

"This indescribable feeling, as if I have seen you for a long, long time!" Wang You's face gradually became confused, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes: "Who am I?

"I don't know who I am, it's just that they call me Wang You!" Wang You muttered to himself, his eyes showing thought: "You don't remember the past either, do you?"

"You and I don't remember the past, do you think this is fate?

One is talking to himself, and the other is stupidly dancing with a sword. On the city gate, the warriors stationed there all looked at this scene in astonishment, and then sighed slightly: "I heard that a year ago, after Wang You escaped his life in the beast tide, he forgot some things in the past!"

"Who are you?" Wang You whispered, and the wine in his hand gradually became cold, like the autumn wind sweeping in.

Looking at the blood moon hanging high, the confusion in Wang's right eyes became thicker and thicker, until finally, his mind was completely immersed in the old man's chaotic sword dance.

In a trance, in the endless void, huge stones fluttered in black and white, and a figure dressed in white like snow stood in the void with a sword, with an indifferent expression, as if the gods had descended to earth.

In a vague way, the white-clothed figure became a little unreal. A melodious bell suddenly reverberate, Wang You's heart shook slightly, and the previous trance gradually dissipated.

The melodious and loud bell rang in the flower city, and it was midnight.

The huge stone gate rattled, and the guards in the distance waved their swords and shouted, "King, the door is closed!"

The dazed look dissipated on Wang You's face, and Wang You had a feeling of astonishment, as if he had slept before, and he seemed to have seen something in his dream.

"I'm a little drunk!" whispered Wang You, and the jug was carefully placed on the ground.

True Qi flowed in Wang You's palm, Wang You took a step forward, his right hand pressed the old man's shoulder, the old man's body shook, and the sword in his hand also stopped the five strong true qi along Wang You's palm, pouring into the old man's body, nourishing the old man's broken meridians.

"Old guy, tomorrow's morning sun will be better!" Wang You chuckled out, and the sad feeling in his heart faded a lot.

Turning around, Wang Youmu walked towards Huacheng with a meteor, and when his figure disappeared into the city gate, a whisper echoed: "This person, have I really seen it?"

The hundred-foot-high stone gate roared and smashed down on the stone path, and the earth trembled, and the falling petals were shaken.

As the autumn wind swept away, the song gradually dissipated, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence again, except for the fluttering petals, the flowing moonlight, and an old figure.

The dazed expression eased slightly, and the old man stared at the sword in his hand stupidly, his eyes glazed.

After a while, the old man grabbed the wine jug on the ground, just like Wang You had done before, and drank it for a long time, and the mellow wine spread in his mouth, but the old man couldn't taste the wine, maybe the wine was tasteless.

"Who am I?" the old man whispered, his gaze blank again, grasping the flask in one hand and the sword weapon in the other, and dancing the chaotic sword style again.

There was only a dancing shadow left in the dead world, and the long night was only the bleak autumn wind whispering.

In the early morning, the first light of dawn between heaven and earth tore through the clouds and sprinkled down.

Under the flying petals, the old man sat on the ground, staring blankly at the sword weapon in his hand.

Pieces of flying petals fell on him, and his delicate petals immediately withered, and a trace of vitality melted into the old man's body.

The huge stone gate was raised, and a series of galloping figures appeared on the stone road.

"Wangtou, that crazy old man is still there!" his eyes narrowed slightly, Yu Song yawned, and looked at the old man in the distance with some astonishment.

A smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and Wang You smiled heartily: "This is not very good, he is still here, which means that we have another bumper harvest today!"

"Yes! Or the boss is right!" Yu Song waved the sword weapon in his hand, looking a little expectant.

Holding 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 muttered: "Today's sunrise is beautiful, and the sunrise will be the same in the future, isn't it?"

"Ride!" Wang You slapped the horse under his crotch, and the whole person shot out like an arrow off the string.

Dozens of horses splashed the mud all over the ground, and with the sprinkling of the morning sun, the whole flower city became noisy again.

The flying tidbits are intertwined, and the dead silence in the old man's body is in stark contrast to the vitality of the flower city. The soul is dim and irrelevant, as if it could be broken at any moment.

Life is like a flurry of tidbits, I don't know where to go, but eventually I will stop in one place. For Huacheng, the arrival of the old man has not changed it.

However, the sword in the old man's hand whitewashed the petals flying in the sky, and a trace of vitality followed the sword weapon and integrated into the old man's body.

The white world and the cold of winter came quietly, bringing up the snow in the sky.

The old man is like the green vine at the city wall, although it is dead and silent, but it has passed the whole autumn, even if it is cold in winter, the old man is still standing outside the flower city.

The falling snow flakes stained the old man's whole body white, and he was still wielding the sword weapon in his hand, but a layer of frost condensed on the sword.

The mellow aroma of wine came with the village wind, the old man's figure stopped, the sword in his hand also fell, turned around, the old man looked at Huacheng with a blank expression, and a figure gradually emerged.

"Madman, the wine is coming!" Wang You carried several pots of wine, stepped on the snow, and where he passed, there was no trace on the snow, and there was no trace of the snow, and it was nothing more than that.

Wang You looked at the messy ground and shook his head, he knew that the crazy old man had been dancing the sword for another day, and handed the wine jug in his hand to the old man.

The same is true for the old man, the wine drips down the snow-white whiskers, and the aroma of the wine spreads "Who am I?" Only when drinking, the confusion in the old man's eyes has eased a lot, but more time is talking to himself, always repeating the sentence: "Who am I?"

Wang You was accustomed to the old man's crazy words, and chuckled: "You are you, never who is!"

"Madman, you know that I had a strange dream yesterday, I dreamed that I used to be a dragon soaring above the nine heavens, and I could wipe out the Spirit Martial Realm with a single move!"

"Isn't it strange that you said this dream? How can a person in my house become a dragon!" Wang You wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blank, "It's just that the dream is too real, and the reality makes me forget the reality!"

"his dreams, if I continue like this, I'll become crazy!" Wang You laughed wildly, the sword weapon on his waist instantly appeared, and the sword rainbow appeared, bringing up a series of brilliant sword shadows, and the sword shadows tore apart the flying snow flocculents.

Grabbing the wine jug, the old man stood in the wind and snow, looking at Wang You who was dancing the sword blankly, "Who am I?"

A sigh melted into the night wind, and the blood moon of winter became more piercing, like a bloody moonlight flowing out, rendering the snowflakes blood-red.

On the magnificent city wall, several warriors huddled together and set up a fire to keep warm.

"It's been months since the king came to accompany that old fellow again!"

"Hehe, I thought that old guy wouldn't survive for a few days, but I didn't expect him to live so long. ”

"It's not because Wang Tou injects true qi into his body every day, but even so, it's a miracle that the crazy old man is alive like this!"

"But I'm used to that old guy's existence, and every day when I'm bored defending the city, I always watch the old man dance the sword!"

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Wang You dragged the drunk body to say goodbye to the old man, before leaving, he always held down the old man's shoulder, and his strong true qi poured into the old man's body.

True Qi nourishes the broken meridians in the old man's body, and after a few months, some of the meridians in the old man's body even re-condense, and at the same time, the vitality that is free in the world also enters the old man's body from time to time, dispersing a lot of dead qi.

The spring rain is flying, damp and oozing a little timid, the long cold winter is quietly gone, and the fragrance of flowers is wafting between the flower cities again.

Everything recovered, and the vitality in the old man's body was like the sprouting green shoots, flowing in the old man's limbs and veins, and a trace of blood red appeared on the old man's face."