Chapter 2 The first four sons

severe winter.Bitter cold, Snow Valley. Frozen for thousands of miles, the earth is silvery white.A man dug a hole in the snow, and dug a hole three feet wide, five feet deep, and seven feet long. He was young, healthy, tall, handsome, and had a well-bred air.He was wearing a sable fur that was worth thousands of gold, and he was holding a silver gun that dazzled the brilliance in his hand.The barrel of the gun is sterling silver, with five words engraved on it: "Fengcheng, Silver Spear, Qiu." Such a person is not a person who digs pits, and such a pair of silver guns should not be used for digging pits.

Here is a beautiful valley, the sky is clear blue, the snow is silvery white, and the plum blossoms are bright red. He came on horseback and rode a long way.The horse is a purebred Dawan famous horse, noble and handsome, with bright saddles and bridles, and even the stirrups are made of sterling silver. Why would such a man ride such a good horse and use such a pair of weapons to dig a hole here? The hole has been dug.He lay down, as if he wanted to test the size of the pit, whether it would allow him to lie comfortably in it.Did he dig this hole for himself? Only the dead need such a pit. He is young and healthy, and it looks like he can definitely live for decades. Why dig such a pit for himself?Does he want to die?This person is alive and well, why does he want to die?Why do you have to come to this place to die?

The snow had stopped last night and the weather was clear and dry.He took off the saddle, patted the horse's head lightly, and said, "Go, find a good master." The healthy horse neighed softly, and ran out of the snow-covered valley.He sat down on the saddle, looked up at the blue sky, lost in thought, with indescribable grief and worry in his eyes. At this time, another group of people appeared on the snowy ground. Some carried food boxes, some carried tables and chairs, and some picked two jars of wine and walked in from outside the valley.The person walking in the front, who looked like a waiter of a restaurant, came over and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, my lord, is this the Valley of Famous Plums?"

The boy who dug the pit nodded blankly, without even looking at them. The man asked again: "Did the young master of the Du family invite you to come here?" The young man who dug the pit ignored him. The man sighed, and said to himself embarrassingly: "I really can't figure it out, why does Mr. Du want us to bring the wine and food here?" Another person said with a smile: "Young masters from rich families have a bit of a bad temper. Of course poor people like us can't figure it out." A group of people set up tables and chairs under the plum tree, arranged drinks and dishes, and left.After another half a day, someone outside the valley suddenly chanted.

There are really bells ringing, a man is riding a green donkey, and a man is riding a white horse.Into the valley.The donkey rider was pale, as if he was sickly, but he had a gentle smile, elegant manners, and extremely luxurious clothes. The other person had a long sword hanging from his waist, a silver fox fur hat and a silver fox fur on his head. He was all silver and white, and he was riding on a tall white horse.He does have something to be proud of, and there are not many handsome men like him. The boy who dug the pit was still sitting there alone, lost in thought, as if he didn't see them at all.

They didn't recognize him either. These three young people are different. The latter two came here to look for plums in the snow, enjoy flowers and drink wine. The boy who dug the pit came to wait for death. The wine is under the flowers.The young man with a sick face poured out a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said, "Good wine." Before the wine is spent, the flowers have been exhausted.He drank another cup and said, "What a flower!" The flowers reflected the snow, the red ones were redder, and the white ones were whiter.He raised his glass again and said, "Good snow." After drinking three glasses, his pale face was already glowing red, and he looked proud and energetic.

Although his body is weak and sick, he can appreciate all the good things in life.He seems to be very interested in everything, so he lives very interestingly. That beautiful young man riding a white horse, wearing fox fur, and wearing a long sword had a gloomy and calm expression, as if he had no interest in anything. The noble young master with a sick face smiled and said, "Such good snow, such good flowers, such good wine, why don't you have a drink?" The beautiful boy said: "I never drink alcohol." Your son said: "When you come here, if you don't drink, don't you live up to the good snow in this valley and the thousand plum blossoms?"

The beautiful boy said coldly: "No matter where I go, I don't drink." The young master sighed, and murmured: "This man is really a layman, what a disappointment, how could I make such a friend?" The boy who dug the pit was still in a daze.The young master suddenly stood up, walked over, circled around the hole he dug, and said, "Good hole." The boy who dug the hole ignored him.The nobleman said: "This pit is dug well." The boy who dug the pit ignored him. The noble young master simply walked up to him.Your young master asked, "Did you dig this hole?"

The boy who dug the pit couldn't ignore him anymore, he could only say: "Yes." Your son said: "I always said that you dug this hole well, do you know what that means?" The pit-digging boy said, "You want me to drink with you." Your young master smiled and said, "It turns out that you are not only good at digging holes, but you are also understanding." The pit-digging boy said, "Unfortunately, I don't know how to drink." The young master stopped laughing and said, "You never drink too much?" The boy who dug the pit said: "Drink when you are happy to drink, and don't drink when you are not happy."

The nobleman said, "Why don't you drink now?" The boy who dug the pit said: "Because I'm not happy to drink now." Instead of being angry, the noble young master smiled: "Now I know who you are. I often hear people say that Qiu Fengcheng's temper is just like his gun, straight and hard. You must be Qiu Fengcheng." The boy who dug the pit ignored him again. The nobleman said: "My surname is Du, and my name is Du Qinglian." Qiu Fengcheng still ignored him, as if he had never heard this name before. In fact, he knew this name, and there were not many people who walked around the rivers and lakes who had never heard of this name.

There are four sons in the martial arts world, Silver Spear, White Horse, Red Leaf, and Qinglian.In this generation of young people in the rivers and lakes, no one can surpass them in sharpness.Although they didn't know each other, Qiu Fengcheng should know Du Qinglian's name.He should also know that the handsome young man riding a white horse, wearing fox fur and wearing a long sword is Ma Rulong, the son of a white horse.But he just pretended not to know. Du Qinglian sighed and said: "It seems that you are determined not to drink today." Suddenly, a person outside the valley shouted: "They don't drink, I will." Here come the drinkers.After the snow stopped, it was colder than when it was snowing, and they still felt cold in their furs.What this man was wearing was nothing more than a thin silk shirt, although the material was good, but it was definitely not clothes for this kind of weather, so he was shivering from the cold.Although it was terribly cold, he still held a folding fan in his hand. There are wine jugs and wine glasses on the table.But seeing him rushing over, she picked up the wine jar, put her mouth to her mouth, took a big sip, and then let out a breath, saying: "Good wine." Du Qinglian smiled. The man took another big sip and said: "Not only the wine is good, the flowers are good, the snow is also good." After three sips of wine, he finally stopped trembling and his face became human. Although this man is poor, he is not hated.He can even be regarded as a very likable person, with delicate features, the corners of his mouth turn up when he smiles, and there are two dimples.Du Qinglian has already begun to feel that this person is extremely cute. The man said again: "In this situation, at this moment, people who don't drink should really..." Du Qinglian said: "What should I do?" The man said, "It should be spanked." Du Qinglian laughed.The boy who dug the pit still didn't pay any attention to it, except for the person and thing he was thinking about, he didn't seem to see anyone else even if he saw it.He doesn't care about other things. Although there was anger in Ma Rulong's eyebrows, but he didn't break out.It's not that he doesn't dare, it's just that he doesn't bother to have the same knowledge as this kind of person. But this man wanted to find him, picked up the wine jar and said: "Come, you have a drink too." Ma Rulong said coldly: "You are not worthy." The man said: "What kind of person is worthy of drinking with you!" Ma Rulong said: "Who are you?" The man didn't answer, but unfolded the folding fan in his hand with a "swipe".There are seven characters written on the fan, the characters are well written and delicate, just like his person. "Frost leaves are as red as flowers in February." Although this person is poor and poor, this fan is a fine product.These seven characters on the fan are undoubtedly the handwriting of famous artists. Du Qinglian raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Good words." The man also picked up the wine jar and took a big sip, saying: "You have a good eye too." Du Qinglian said: "Who wrote this word?" The man said: "Who else can write such a good handwriting besides me?" Du Qinglian laughed loudly and said, "Now I also know who you are." The man said: "Oh?" Du Qinglian said: "Except for Shen Hongye, where else can I find someone as crazy as you?" Among the four martial arts masters, the most proud one is "White Horse" Ma Rulong, the toughest is "Silver Spear" Qiu Fengcheng, the most savory is of course Du Qinglian, and the craziest is Shen Hongye. Ma, Qiu, and Du, the three families are rich and famous, and Baima, Yinqiang, and Qinglian are all noble sons with names and surnames.Hongye's life experience is very mysterious. It is said that he is the descendant of "Shen Lang", the number one hero in the world in the past. It is said that "Xiao Li Tanhua"'s best friend in life, "A Fei", the fastest sword in the world, is his ancestor. A Fei's life experience is originally a mystery, so Hongye's life experience is also a mystery.He also never talked about his own background. People listed him as the fourth son only because he grew up in Ye's family since he was a child. The Ye family is the home of "Ye Kai".Ye Kai is the only descendant of "Little Li Fei Dao". ——Who is Xiao Li Feidao, and who doesn't know? Now the four masters of martial arts have all come here, but they didn't make an appointment to come here by themselves. This place is thousands of miles away from each of their homes, even if Du Qinglian is very happy, she will never travel thousands of miles just to come here to enjoy the flowers and drink. Qiu Fengcheng didn't need to travel thousands of miles to come here to wait for death. If a person wants to die, he can die no matter where he is.Why are they here?What are you here for? Ma Rulong still sat there coldly, his attitude never changed after hearing Shen Hongye's name, but his hand had moved closer to his sword hilt, he stared at Shen Hongye and suddenly said, "Very good." Shen Hongye said: "What's good?" Ma Rulong said: "It's good that you are Shen Hongye." Shen Hongye said: "Why?" Ma Rulong said: "At first I thought you were unworthy, unworthy of letting me draw my sword, my sword never hurt clowns." Shen Hongye said: "What about now?" Ma Rulong said: "Shen Hongye is not a clown, so now you only need to say one more frivolous and rude word, and between the two of us, there will be a dead body five steps away, with blood splattered on the ground." Shen Hongye sighed, and said with a wry smile: "I just want to drink with you, why are you angry!" Du Qinglian said: "If he doesn't drink, I will." He took the wine jar from Shen Hongye's hand, Mouth to mouth, he took several sips before exhaling, "Good wine." Shen Hongye snatched the jar back from him again, took a long gulp, sighed and said, "Even if this kind of wine is poisonous, I will drink it with all my might." Du Qinglian smiled and said, "It's not bad at all. If we can die here now, it's our luck." Shen Hongye said: "Why!" She Qinglian said: "Because there is someone here who can dig holes." Shen Hongye said: "Did he dig the hole well?" Du Qinglian said: "Excellent." Shen Hongye suddenly stood up, walked over with the wine jar in her hand, circled around the pit, and murmured: "This pit is really a good pit. After a person dies, if he can be buried in such a good pit , it's luck." Du Qinglian said: "It's a pity that this hole was not dug for us." Shen Hongye said: "Only dead people need such a pit, does he want to die?" Du Qinglian said: "It looks like it is." Shen Hongye seemed surprised, and said, "Why does a person like him want to die?" Du Qinglian said: "Because he, like us, also received a letter asking him to come here today." Shen Hongye said: "That letter was also given to him by Mrs. Biyu!" Du Qinglian said: "It must be." Shen Hongye said: "Madam Biyu asked us to come here to choose a son-in-law among the four of us." Du Qinglian said: "Not bad." Shen Hongye said: "Mrs. Biyu is recognized as the number one expert in the world. In Biyu Villa, everyone is beautiful. When I received that letter, I was so happy that I couldn't even fall asleep." Du Qinglian said: "I can imagine it." Shen Hongye said: "If she chooses me to be her son-in-law, I might go crazy with joy." Du Qinglian said: "You better not be crazy, Madam Biyu will never want a lunatic to be her son-in-law." Shen Hongye said: "Will she want a dead man to be her son-in-law?" Du Qinglian said: "Not at all." Shen Hongye said: "Then our Mr. Qiu, why do you really want to die?" Du Qinglian said: "Because he is an infatuated person, and he has already made a life-and-death alliance with a beautiful girl." He sighed, and said: "If Mrs. Biyu chooses him to be her son-in-law, he will not Fazi and that girl are happy together." Shen Hongye said: "So as long as Mrs. Biyu chooses him to be her son-in-law, he is determined to die here." Du Qinglian said: "Not bad at all." Shen Hongye thought for a while, and said, "There is another way of saying this matter." Du Qinglian said: "What kind of explanation?" Shen Hongye said: "Madam Biyu will definitely see this pit?" Du Qinglian smiled and said, "It's hard to see such a big hole." Shen Hongye said: "When she saw this pit, she knew that Mr. Qiu had already made up his mind to die. Maybe she would let him go and choose me as the aunt of Biyu Villa." Du Qinglian sighed: "You are really a smart person. A smart person's thinking is always different from others, even more different from an infatuated person." Shen Hongye smiled, and said: "An infatuated person may not be a smart person." Qiu Fengcheng's expression had changed, he stood up suddenly, stared at Du Qinglian, and said, "How do you know about this!" This is a secret, originally only two people knew this secret, but once you ask this question, no one else can confirm it It is true what Du Qinglian said. Du Qinglian sighed and said, "You never thought I would know about this?" "I can't think of it myself, but it's a pity that the beautiful girl..." Before he could finish his sentence, a strange change suddenly appeared on his face, his pale face suddenly turned into a terrifying dead black, he looked at Shen Hongye, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but his voice was completely hoarse. Shen Hongye said: "Aren't you..." His voice suddenly became hoarse, and after he only uttered these four words, a strange change appeared on his face.Two people stood facing each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, with expressions of extreme fear in their eyes. With a sound of "Bo", the wine jar in Shen Hongye's hand fell, fell into the pit, and smashed to pieces.A sad and secretive smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that my luck is better than yours, and I am standing by this pit..." This is the last sentence he said Before he could finish his sentence, his people also fell into the pit.Although this pit was not prepared for him, he had already fallen into it, so how could the living compete with the dead for a pit.