Chapter 103, the person who stops but can't stop! The world will not lack anyone, but who will always need whom!

"There are some things that you see that are not the same as you expected. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tuoba Ji thought silently in his heart.

The path in the woods is densely packed with crowded people. Dense crowds like bees. Seeing this scene, Tuoba Ji unconsciously wanted to stop, wanting to stay in this forest for a while. At the entrance of the woods, a group of middle-aged and elderly women who looked old tirelessly followed the music and did aerobics full of life in Tuoba Ji's opinion, and they were so interested in their own people after dinner, and this rare comfort continued to soothe Tuoba Ji's heart.

But what does that have to do with you?

There were all kinds of people walking in the woods, and there was no purpose in sight, and it seemed that it was precisely because there was no purpose that caused these people to converge, forming a crowded crowd on the path. Without any purpose, the night was shattered, and the lights and laughter of the crowd transformed the woods into a casino that was even livelier than the day. It was this aimless comfort that made Tuoba Ji feel at ease, even though there was a terrible war going on in the country outside the territory, but his people were still comfortable under his own protection, and there was nothing more comfortable than these.

But what does that have to do with you?

The pace of historical progress is like a wheel, constantly running forward, whether it is oneself or others, there is no choice but to move forward.

There is no room for retreat.

There is no possibility of stopping.

I.... It should never be here.

Tuoba Ji thought sadly, and unconsciously used the word "absolutely", which is too radical to use at all.

It would be nice if I could comprehend the law of time like those ascending immortals, slow down or even freeze time and space, and I could keep this passing beauty according to my own choice, just thinking about it makes me feel very happy. It's just that soon Tuoba Ji thought that if he really became like that, he was afraid that he would turn into dust first. After all, although he is a monk, Tuoba Ji is just a teenager after all.

I don't know if the crowd has become sparse, even if I want to stay, in the constant greetings of the people, Tuoba Ji seems to be pushed by a big hand through this wood.

It's snowing.

After crossing the trees, Tuoba Ji found that without the shelter of the trees, heavy snow was constantly falling in the sky, covering everything under the sky and dyeing everything pure white. Time seems to be getting faster, and as the snow falls, the pale color is gradually spreading. As a result, the pace of people has been accelerated. The crowd that was still leisurely also disappeared at the end of the path as the pure white deepened.

If it was in the past, he would be pushed back to the camp like a tireless engine with the surging crowd. Restlessness, restlessness, anger, these will become their own fuel. In front of the throne called responsibility, there is no time to complain, only to keep moving forward.

It's nice to be snowing.

Tuoba Ji sighed, standing outside the deserted woods, wanting to be dyed the same white as the earth. A few snowflakes fell on Tuoba Ji's hands, and for some reason, the anxiety that had been being felt all the time slowly dissipated with the snowflakes that gradually melted.

This is, the smell of the sky!

The cold air brings not only cold and loneliness, but also the smell of the sky, which is the unreachable taste of freedom.

That's right, that's right.

At that time, the sky was snowing like this.

The boiling blood and pain at that moment, as well as the cowardice and powerlessness I felt - it was already 3 years ago, when I was elected as the young patriarch, my best friend was chased away from this land by my own clan. Tiny memories keep repeating in my mind.

No matter what....

I'm taking a step forward. And the snowflakes falling from the sky seem to respond to Tuoba Hime's mood.

Chiyou, after that, has it been 3 years?

Looking at the still brightly lit camp, Tuoba Ji gritted her teeth as if she had made some decision. Not far from the woods, there is a secret base-like existence. It was a hut for hunters who went up alone to hunt when the mountain was not closed. In this season of heavy snowfall, that place will be left unused.

However, it's not bad to be a lonely traveler once in a while. Tuoba Ji thought so.

At least

Let time stand still in one's world.

Through the sparsely foliage woods, the world changed after stepping through the stream that had not yet been frozen. It's as if we've crossed the line between noise and silence one day.

The world became a little empty in an instant, and in this world where there were only one's own footprints, there was only a premonition that was calmly breeding.

After that, Tuoba Ji saw a hut with lights on.

In this secret base-like place, there is a person sitting quietly. The flames in the fireplace in the house danced calmly on the dry wood, and the occasional "crackling" sound could be heard. The woman was holding a pot of wine in her hand, her long black hair was tied behind her, and inadvertently, Tuoba Ji outside the door met the woman's gaze.

Probably, this snow is not cold.

....

It wasn't until a shadow appeared on the fireplace that had been burning, that Gentori saw the boy standing in the doorway.

The sights met silently, and then staggered.

Someone was able to approach him silently, and an incredible feeling rose in Xuanniao's heart. However, I guess I am too intoxicated with this silent world. After hesitating for a moment, the boy shook off the snow from his body and walked into the hut, and like Xuanniao, the boy did not close the door.

The house is clean, simple but cramped. On both sides of the fireplace are lined with straw with the scent of ripe rice, and in front of the fireplace is a simple cooking utensil with a kettle on top.

No beds, no furniture.

Looking at the hesitant young man, a rare smile appeared on Xuanniao's face, and he pointed to the straw opposite him. The young man showed a look of shame, and when he thanked him, he walked straight to the opposite of him. Xuanniao didn't expect anyone to come here. The crowd of people in the woods made the birds nause, and they came to this place to avoid the crowd. After the mountain is closed, it is clear that no one will enter the mountain without permission, let alone a teenager. Although he is not handsome, because of this, he looks like a student who is still in school. The immaturity and seriousness on his face can be seen at a glance.

I dare to go out alone at this time, I really don't know if I am bold or old.

Snow in the mountains, unexpectedly calm. The fire in the fireplace was beating calmly. Although it was pitch black outside, at the end of the pure white earth, you could vaguely see the brightly lit world. Although there is a hint of cold air rushing in through the door, it does not make people feel cold. The environment in the house is maintained in such a way that it is calm and warm.

Is this the sound of charcoal... Xuanniao, who was looking at the scenery outside the door, heard a "rustling" sound and showed a surprised look. It was a gentle and rhythmic voice, and from just now, the young man was holding a big push of jade slips to correct something. The reason why it is said to be correction is because the teenager's serious expression does not look like learning at all.

The "click" seems to be the reason why the boy is trying too hard, and the charcoal in his hand is broken in two. One of them fell in front of the bird, a slender black charcoal like a tree branch. Stretching out three fingers and pinching the charcoal, Xuanniao handed it to the boy.

"Take it. ”

"Hmm... Yes. The boy took it in a panic, but his eyes were fixed on his hand, his eyes full of apologies. Following the young man's gaze and looking towards his fingers, Xuanniao smiled dumbly. What a kind boy, Gentori's fingers have a faint ink stain that will be left as long as he holds a charcoal pen. Presumably, the young man at this moment is worried about this matter. The smile unconsciously hung on the corner of Xuanniao's mouth, stretched out his fingers with ink, and mischievously dotted a black handprint on the young man's forehead. I'm still wandering in an aimless world, but I'm in the mood to do such a thing.

Looking at the young man who understood his intentions, he showed a stupid smile. Ripples like ink spreading in water spread out in Xuanniao's heart.

That was the story of the previous Nine Heavens Xuannu, and she was also the master of Xuanniao.

Since I was a child, my world has only been pure colors. Like the aura of the fairy world, it is full of simple colors. In addition to cultivation, there is only cultivation. Xuanniao's talent is very good, no matter where he goes, the stars are holding the moon, and countless people are showing off various means like peacocks in front of him. However, none of them were able to dye a trace of color in the world of Xuanniao.

The same is true of Xuanniao's master.

As the most beautiful Nine Heavens Xuannu ever, the kind of beauty that is high up and untouchable is what Xuanniao has always longed for. However, what made Xuanniao unbelievable was the scene he saw when he was listed as a candidate for the Nine Heavens Xuannu, when he wanted to share this feeling with his teacher.

Once the most beautiful Nine Heavens Bird in the fairy world, it was like a piece of rotten wood. His hair was as black and shiny as the roots of a withered tree, and his beautiful face was pale and haggard.

Is this still your own teacher?

Gentori has never believed in those strange rumors, and his teacher has fallen in love with a mortal. In Xuanniao's opinion, it is impossible at all, but this scene, this picture, in front of his teacher, he is powerless to refute anything. Not to mention what is confirmed!

"Yes, the little Xuanniao has also become a candidate for the Xuannu. Worthy of being my student. ”

"Teacher, why?"

"Shhhh The teacher blocked Xuanniao's lips with his fingers, as well as her own lips. However, Gentori swore that his teacher, with his pale and haggard but extremely beautiful face, showed himself a smile that he still did not understand.

Gentle, gentle, and a smile that can still bloom even in the face of many difficulties.

"Probably, Xuanyao will be able to understand it in the future. In this world, everyone will continue to function normally, but who will always need whom. ”

"Crackling. The sound of dry wood breaking interrupted Xuanniao's memories. After thinking about it, I had a relationship with that person for thousands of years. Gentori still couldn't understand the teacher's words, if anyone would always need whom.

At least I don't want it myself.

Thinking of this, Xuanniao stayed here without any nature, and glanced at the young man who was still correcting something. He whispered a "goodbye" that he couldn't even hear clearly, and floated away.