The wind is drifting and the snow is blowing.

It is a kind of flower that carries the memory of Tu Shanling and Huarong.

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Qingqiu is located in the south and hardly snows, and Zhushan is a little more north than Qingqiu, but it is still in the south and hardly snows.

Tu Shanling was not envious when he heard his fellow practitioners talk about the snow scene in his hometown, and he was fascinated by it, so he turned his head and planned to sneak down to Zhushan and go north to Beixian Mountain to see the snow.

A fellow practitioner whose hometown is in Beixian Mountain said that last year the whole city of Utopia City at the foot of Beixian Mountain was covered with heavy snow, and the snow was piled up to the second floor.

It's a pity that her plan was reported by Song Qian before she had time to implement it.

As soon as winter came, Daozu detained her by her side, she had no chance to slip away, her mind kept thinking about it, and people were in a trance.

"Little fox!"

With a hand on his shoulder, Tu Shanling suddenly came back to his senses, "It's you, little flower cat." ”

Hua Rong stretched out a hand to cover Tu Shanling's forehead, "What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" I called you more than a dozen times but didn't answer. ”

Tu Shanling looked left and right vigilantly, making sure that there would not be a Song Qian out of nowhere, so he told him what had happened for more than a month.

Hua Rong laughed, "Isn't this simple, you come to Muyuetan at night, and I'll take you to see the snow." ”

"Huh. Tu Shanling was afraid that her excited laughter would be heard by anyone, so she quickly covered her mouth.

Hua Rong winked at her and walked away with a stack of dried clothes.

At that time, he had just been in Zhushan for half a year, and he was just a miscellaneous disciple, and a lot of chores were waiting for him to do, and he really couldn't leave, no matter what action he had, he had to wait for the night.

Finally waited until the evening, Tu Shanling hurriedly got rid of Song Qian and secretly arrived at Muyuetan.

When she arrived, Hua Rong hadn't arrived, so she picked a big stone and sat and waited.

It was the full moon, and the moon was big and low, and she squinted one eye and stretched out a finger to poke at the moon, as if she could really poke it.

In the silver glow of the moon, there were small bits and pieces drifting by, and her eyes widened in surprise, and she blinked a few more times, and then she saw the snow drifting by in the wind, accompanied by a light fragrance.

She rushed forward excitedly, reaching for the white snowflakes, and she didn't care if her shoes were wet from the stream.

"Do you like it?"

"Like. ”

"Happy?"

"Happy. ”

Hua Rong jumped down from a tree, still carrying a small cloth bag in his hand, he walked to Tu Shanling's side, grabbed something from the cloth bag, and threw it into the sky, and the goose feather snow fell one after another.

"Wow!" Tu Shanling happily circled in the snow.

She didn't know what the "snow" was at the time, but the next day, she knew.

The next day, she went to practice with Daozu as usual, and from a distance, she saw a person kneeling in front of the door of Daozu's quiet room with his ears pinched.

That person was Hua Rong.

There are dozens of flower pots of all sizes in front of the flower Rong, and there are inscriptions on the flower pots by Daozu himself, which is sure to be the flower pot fired by Daozu himself, so what is planted in it must be Daozu's baby pimple flowers, but the flowers in the pot have disappeared, and only a light rod remains.

Tu Shanling approached, and Hua Rong still squeezed her eyes.

She pointed to the flower pot and asked "this" silently.

Hua Rong nodded and smiled.

Tu Shanling smiled and rubbed Hua Rong's head, entered the quiet room, and slammed the pestle in front of the bookcase.

"I have a share in the scourge of those flowers. ”

Taishang Daozhu glanced at him lightly, "You are righteous." ”

Tu Shanling was about to ask if there would be no punishment in this way, but who knew that Zu said: "Then you can go and accompany him." ”

Tu Shanling didn't say a word, just hugged the book and left.

Hua Rong was obviously stunned when she saw Tu Shanling come out.

Tu Shanling rubbed Hua Rong's head again, put the book on the ground, and knelt next to Hua Rong.

After kneeling for a day, she realized that the flowers that were turned into light rods were called Wind and Snow Moon.

What a beautiful name.

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"Which one is this, so bold, disregarding human morality, sacrificing rebellion. ”

A windswept snow moon was picked up, and it was slammed to the ground, scattering the petals.

Tu Shanling retracted her gaze indifferently, as if the waiter's scolding had nothing to do with her.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw that Song Qian was looking at her, and there seemed to be some regret in her eyes.

Regretful?

What is the pity?

Tu Shanling still wanted to distinguish carefully, but Song Qian had already walked forward.

The waiter dropped the flowers, as if he was not happy, scolding in his mouth, and stepping on his feet, a good wind and snow moon were spoiled into flower mud in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was a shadow of a person at his feet, and the waiter looked at the shadow, and the whole person froze, "Heavy, Chongguangjun." ”

Song Qian's aura was cold, and his eyes were even colder.

The waiter's knees weakened and he fell to the ground, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

He still remembered that there was a person who insulted Tianle Yuanjun in front of Chongguangjun, Chongguangjun was in front of this Fengxian Palace, and directly drew his sword in front of all the families, if it wasn't for Zhanyuanjun and Yunlin Gong to pull it, Chongguangjun would have killed that person at that time.

He was so unlucky today, he was actually listened to by Chongguangjun, but Yunlin Gong hadn't come yet, and he didn't know if Zhanyuanjun could hold Chongguangjun alone, it was really bitter.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wind and snow moon that had become a puddle of mud, and he shuddered and pulled it over, held it in his hand, and looked at Song Qian flatteringly.

Song Qian's hand pressed the hilt of the sword, and the joints turned white, as if he might explode at any time, drawing the sword and hurting people.

Song Qian has never made flowers and grass, and most of the fluttering wind and snow moon are not from him, and the way he is now can only be because Tu Shanling was angry because he was scolded.

Tu Shanling smiled and shook his head.

She has always pursued the wrongs and debts, and now she is scolded, it is not the waiter's fault, she has changed places, she has become the little waiter who does not know the truth, I am afraid that she will also scold the fallen person of the Dao Ancestor so angrily.

She walked up to Song Qian's side and whispered, "Chongguang-jun, Zhanyuan-jun is still waiting for you." ”

Song Qian's cold aura froze for a moment, and then dissipated completely, he didn't even bother to give the waiter a superfluous look, and walked straight to the Song family's team.

The waiter raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thanked Tu Shanling again and again.

Tu Shanling blinked and said with a smile: "Be careful next time, don't be caught by Chongguangjun again, he's so serious." ”

The waiter felt the same way, and thanked Tu Shanling again for his reminder, and stuffed a bag of things into Tu Shanling's hand through the cover of the kneeling statue, "Cold, you secretly take a piece, it's better." ”

In the middle of winter, it is cold under the mountain, and it is even colder on the mountain, and the disciples who cultivate to a low level and participate in the entire festival are not far from freezing into ice sculptures.

This is a truth that everyone knows, but except for the people in Zhushan, no one dares to really borrow external forces to keep warm and participate in the Shangyuan Temple Festival.

The waiter is reciprocating kindness with kindness.

The small cloth bag he gave to Tu Shanling had the symbol of Zhushan on it, and even if other waiters saw it, they wouldn't say anything.

He bowed slightly to Tu Shanling and hurriedly fled from this place of right and wrong.

Tu Shanling pinched the small cloth bag in his sleeve, smiled lightly, and walked towards the Song family's team.

Song Yuan was having a headache, "Zimu, it's okay if you don't come, it's not appropriate to turn around and leave." Listen to my brother's advice, stay, and endure for two hours, okay?"

Song Qian: "Not good. ”

Tu Shanling passed by, listened to it, and said secretly in his heart: I haven't seen you for more than ten years, Shepherd Song Zi is capable, this freewheeling energy is really getting more and more with her. Probably she was poisoned by her for too long, and the "toxicity" was latent for too long, and it was particularly powerful once it attacked.

Song Qian stopped Tu Shanling, "Where are you going?"

Tu Shanling paused, stretched out a finger and slowly pointed at himself, his face full of doubts.

Song Qian raised his eyebrows, the meaning was very obvious, "It's not asking, who are you asking?"

Song Yuan raised his forehead and looked at the sky.