Summon Qunhao

Chapter 314 [Near Years]

Above the Wei River.

A leaf travels alone in a boat.

The current was turbulent, but the lone boat moved smoothly, extremely smoothly.

It's night again, and this night there is a drizzle falling.

It's rainy night again.

A pot of wine was being boiled in the cabin, and Gu Yue'an heard the sound of drizzle hitting the boat canopy, but what happened more than ten years ago came to mind.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

Maybe it's really premature aging, because I don't know who said it, if a person always recalls the past, then this person is old.

Gu Yue'an casually twirled her white hair at the sideburns, but felt as if she didn't know that old age was coming.

In the past ten years, it seems that many things have happened, and it seems that it is just like that.

He recalled the fight on the big river outside Pengcheng back then, the night was rainy and the autumn wind was cold, one person with one knife, fighting all over the world, as if it was just yesterday.

He also thought of the rainy night in Chang'an City, fighting in the rain, as if the life of a swordsman who never saw the sun.

At that time, it was loneliness and loneliness as companions.

This kind of loneliness and loneliness has not surrounded Gu Yue'an for a long time.

Tonight, it somehow haunted his heart again.

Maybe, tonight, it's just right again, it seems like deja vu.

Gu Yue'an stretched out his hand to explore the jug, the wine was already warm, he picked up the jug, poured two glasses, drank one for himself, and handed the other to Fu Modao who was sitting cross-legged.

That's right, the knight he brought with him this time was precisely Fu Modao.

As if everything went back in time, on this rainy night in the rivers and lakes, he once again became the old Gu Yue'an, Gu Xiao'an.

Tonight, with a knife, a boat and a jug of wine, he ventured into Chang'an alone.

"Master Fu, please." He brought the wine to Fu Modao.

Fu Modao nodded and drank the cup with him.

After drinking the wine, outside the cabin, the sound of knives has already started.

It was said to be the sound of knives, but it was actually the sound of shouts for killing. Someone shouted outside the cabin: "Gu Xiao'an, come out and die!"

Gu Xiaoan.

Hearing this name, Gu Yue'an laughed, what a familiar yet unfamiliar title.

Although I don't know what happened outside, but this name alone is enough to make it clear.

"I'll go first." Gu Yue'an raised his wine glass, and Fu Modao had already stood up.

Gu Yue'an nodded.

By the time he had a glass of wine, Fu Modao had already returned with the rain.

"It's your turn." Fu Modao sat down.

Gu Yue'an poured him a glass of wine, walked out with a knife in hand.

Above the Wei River, the night is vast.

In the dark night, there is a vast black shadow standing at this moment.

These black shadows, obviously there is no boat under their feet, and their skills are not necessarily high, but they are floating on the water, blocking the direction of Gu Yuean's lonely boat, like a group of ghosts.

They are indeed a bunch of ghosts.

Because Gu Yuean recognized each of them, Huiming, Qin Shu, Tuoba Lengshan, Fenghuang, and many, many others.

These people were all people who died under Gu Yue'an's knife, and now they have all turned into ghosts and came back to seek revenge from Gu Yue'an.

Gu Yue'an remembered that the leader of the vampire who attacked Chang'an City this time was nicknamed the ghost king. This was probably the ghost king's method, turning all the people who died under Gu Yue'an's knife into ghosts. , calling, and once again, embarrassing him.

But at this time, Gu Yue'an didn't feel embarrassed at all, on the contrary, he felt that there was a feeling of joy like reuniting old friends.

Because an enemy is also a friend.

It was a joy to be able to reunite with friends.

Therefore, Gu Yue'an drew his sword, even though, he might be able to push these ghosts all the way without even leaving the cabin.

But tonight, he just, inexplicably wanted to swing the knife.

Maybe, that is, he kind of misses that old one, Gu Xiaoan.

With one swing of the knife, Gu Yue'an didn't stop at all, returned to the cabin, drank a glass of wine, and said, "Master Fu, it's your turn."

Fu Modao didn't say much, he lifted the knife and left the cabin.

After Gu Yue'an drank another glass of wine, Fu Modao came back with the knife in hand and said, "It's your turn."

In this way, each of them had a glass of wine, and kept going in and out of the cabin.

Until Gu Yue'an drank all the wine he bought, and almost all the ghosts on the Wei River were killed.

But the sky is not bright yet, because the destination has not been reached.

Ghosts, they haven't finished killing them either.

There was still the last jug of wine left, warming on the fire, Gu Yue'an and Fu Modao had just warmed up their hands.

"Master Fu, do you want to take a gamble?" Gu Yue'an suddenly said with a smile.

"What are you betting on?" Fu Modao was so rare that he was interested in this kind of topic.

It may be such a night that makes people intoxicated.

In a person's life, how much time can he indulge in drinking and killing?
People live in the world, always want to do too many things, but can do too little.

Over the years, Gu Yue'an has become more and more unhappy, and he has never understood it.

Tonight, he understood a little bit, that is, he has more and more things to worry about, and he will never return to that time called Gu Xiaoan.

I used to want to be famous all over the world, but when I really become famous all over the world, so what?

The world is unparalleled, nothing to worry about.

In the past, Gu Yue'an didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. He felt that this sentence was a bit too hypocritical. He tried everything and reached the highest place, so how could he feel that it was nothing to worry about? Wouldn't it be a pity for his journey? A desperate insult?

But, it will be really tiring.

"Whoever kills the last ghost is entitled to drink this pot of wine." Gu Yue'an looked at Fu Modao.

Fu Modao was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Okay."

It is such a happy life to swing a knife just for a pot of wine.

"I'm sure I'll drink this pot of wine!" Gu Yue'an suddenly exerted strength and stabbed straight out of the cabin.

Because he has already felt the last ghost.

Fu Modao didn't say a word, but his speed was not much slower than Gu Yue'an. They chased each other, as if they were not going to kill the last evil spirit who felt powerful, but simply, there was a person in front of him. Jug of wine, it depends on who runs faster.

But in fact, that's it.

Who is the murdered ghost is not important at all, the important thing is to drink.

Because it was a night of indulgence.

Although Gu Yue'an also recognized this ghost, it was the master master, Yang Yanluo, who was killed by Gu Yue'an, Gu Chang'an, and Xie Yuliu on that rainy night in the outskirts of Chang'an.

That night, they killed him very hard.

Tonight, it was just a ghost that was cut with a single blow.

In the end, Gu Yue'an was a little faster than Fu Modao. He beheaded the ghost with one blow, went back to the cabin to get the pot of wine, and poured the pot of wine against the raindrops. He shouted out the sentence on Jiang Shang back then, who else would give me nothing, but in the end he didn't say a single word.

Because the river bank is approaching, and Chang'an City is in sight.

It's getting brighter and the rain is about to stop.

This night is finally over.

　First more.

　　Take a rest, and the second update will be made soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)