"What?"

"I'm not going!"

Chen Manman was still asking in surprise, but Chen Xiaocao had already decisively refused. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As an outsider, Hua Xiaoen sat motionless, just wondering in his heart why Fourth Uncle Chen suddenly wanted Chen Xiaocao to attend the enrollment meeting of the Yellow Gate.

Fourth Uncle Chen knew that these two people would react more violently, and said slowly: "Some time ago, the pride of the White Gate died, and the advantage of the White Gate did not exist, and now the four major sects of the Yellow Gate, the Green Gate, the Blue Gate, and the Red Gate have begun to recruit potential people in the world, and they want to compete with the White Gate." This is a good opportunity, in normal times, people from ordinary families are not even qualified to participate in the admissions conference of these major schools. ”

Hearing Baimen, Hua Xiaoen's ears moved, and he couldn't wait to ask: "What's the matter with Baimen's pride of heaven dying?" What is the Pride of the Sky? ”

Chen Manman and Chen Xiaocao were not interested in the pride of the sky in Baimen, Chen Manman lowered his head, as if thinking about something, while Chen Xiaocao stubbornly stiffened his neck, obviously refusing.

Fourth Uncle Chen looked at the silent posture of the two of them, and knew that he had to give them a little time, Xiaocao's wishes were not in the scope of consideration, he believed that Manman would figure it out in the end, what choice was better for Xiaocao.

"The pride of the White Gate...... Fourth Uncle Chen took a slow breath, "Ten years ago, there was a rare cultivation wizard in the White Gate. As soon as the man was born, the white rainbow was full of sun, the birds were singing, and all the flowers on the huge Baijiazhuang bloomed overnight. That person was born with immortal bones, born with mana, completed qi training at the age of three, completed foundation building at the age of five, opened the valley at the age of seven, and had already entered the Jindan stage at the age of nine, everyone expected that this person would be able to soar before the Mandate of Heaven. ”

Fourth Uncle Chen's depiction stunned the three people present, they didn't expect that there was such a magical existence in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Cultivating immortals, chance is very important, relying on understanding and root bones, that person is the person chosen by God. The White Sect was already prominent among the Immortal Cultivation Sects, and the appearance of that person overshadowed the other sects. Because of this, the world of cultivating immortals has also appeared for more than ten years. However......"

Fourth Uncle Chen sank for a moment, his face was a little solemn, as if he was mourning, and then he opened his face and continued, "Some time ago, a generation of immortals fell. The cause of death given by the White Gate was that the man was seriously injured during the sealing process of the gluttonous dog that was unsealed in order to seal it, and finally in order to seal the gluttonous dog, he was wiped out. However, there are many other rumors in the market, but I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Fourth Uncle Chen paused for a moment, and then continued: "For the White Sect, that is a very big loss, but for the other sects, this is great news. ”

Fourth Uncle Chen said, looked at Chen Manman, and said earnestly, "Manman, in this small place, what way out can Xiaocao have, what's more, you will marry sooner or later, and when you get married, can you still bring Xiaocao to your husband's house?" ”

Chen Xiaocao looked at Chen Manman, and his eyes seemed to say, I don't want to go! Don't abandon me!

Hua Xiaoen didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else, it turned out that there was such a big thing in Baimen, and grandpa didn't know if he knew about it, so what about Miss Bai?

Since they are both from the White Gate, the deceased Baimen Tianzhi and Miss Bai should be in the relationship of brother and sister, maybe they are childhood sweethearts who grew up together and have a very strong relationship, so when they see someone close to them die, they will be so sad and desperate.

But people can't be resurrected after death, so it's good for Miss Bai to mourn.

The dead should not want the living to be too painful, especially Miss Bai's state, hunger strike, dagger, are all in trouble, it is really very dangerous.

Hua Xiaoen heard what he wanted to hear, and now that their Chen family was discussing family affairs again, he said goodbye, hurriedly ran home, and told his grandfather everything he heard from Fourth Uncle Chen.

Grandpa's hand sweeping the snow suddenly stopped, Hua Xiaoen obviously felt that his grandfather's whole body shook for a moment, he ran over to support his grandfather worriedly, and asked, "Grandpa, are you okay?" ”

Grandpa Hua stabilized his mind, his face was full of grief, and he muttered, "I see, I see." ”

The fall of the pride of the White Gate is a very sad thing for the people in the White Gate, Hua Xiaoen is not a person in the White Gate, so he will not have that feeling of grief, but he just feels sorry.

The fall of genius always makes people feel pity.

But the fall of the pride of Baimen Tianzi hit his grandfather hugely, his body shook, and he looked up in the direction of Miss Bai's room, and couldn't help but cry.

Hua Xiaoen knew that her grandfather was worried about Miss Bai's situation, so she took the initiative to ask Ying to take care of Miss Bai.

Grandpa nodded and said to Hua Xiaoen, "Xiaoen, you go and guard Miss Bai, when Miss Bai wakes up, tell me, and I'll prepare some medicine." ”

Hua Xiaoen nodded, looking at the figure of his grandfather staggering away, a little uneasy.

He had never seen his grandfather affected by an incident so far, grandpa, a person who retired and left, was so devastated, not to mention that as a person from the White Gate, Miss Bai had more contact with the fallen person.

Hua Xiaoen walked upstairs, he might be able to understand Miss Bai's grief and despair now.

The winter days are always unusually short, and after a day of tossing, Hua Xiaoen is a little sleepy, not to mention that the weather is cold, which makes people even more unrefreshed.

Miss Bai on the couch has been sleeping deeply, and Hua Xiaoen is even a little worried that she will never wake up again.

Grandpa ran back and forth several times, but Miss Bai never woke up, he brought a bowl of medicine and asked Hua Xiaoen to feed Miss Bai a little anyway.

Then before the night fell, Hua Xiaoen had been battling with a bowl of soup and a sleeping man.

It's better to do something than to wait, this will rack your brains to be busy Hua Xiaoen didn't feel sleepy at all, nor did she feel cold, and there was even a trace of heat on her forehead.

Finally fed a bowl of soup and medicine, Hua Xiaoen was so tired that he collapsed, and he would never take care of the patient in the future, which was even more tiring than doing a whole day's physical work.

Hua Xiaoen returned the bowl, ate dinner by the way, and stayed in front of Miss Bai again.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, Hua Xiaoen tucked the quilt for Miss Bai, not knowing what the wind and snow wanted to blow away and bury.

It's been a cold winter this year. Hua Xiaoen rubbed his hands and couldn't help but think.

Miss Bai's face was still pale, and she still couldn't hide the bloodless pale in the warm candlelight.

Hua Xiaoen couldn't help but think about how deep the friendship Miss Bai had with that proud son of the sky that would lead to such grief.

What kind of feeling is it to want to die with someone?

Can a teenager really have such deep and stubborn feelings?

Hua Xiaoen understands the meaning of death, there will be old people in the village who die every year or two, and he knows that death means leaving forever.

He also thought about what would happen to his grandfather if he died.

He will be very sad and reluctant, but ...... He shouldn't be like Miss Bai, lifeless and without any desire to live.

Is it because I am too cold and thin, and I don't have the same affection as Miss Bai? Hua Xiaoen couldn't help but think.

What kind of feeling is it to want to die with someone?

Hua Xiaoen had a lot of things in his mind, and the little person lying on the bed in front of him was like a mystery, attracting him to want to know more about her, a little more.

The night soon deepened, and the wind seemed to fall asleep in the silence of the night, leaving only the snow falling silently.

Hua Xiaoen was only a ten-year-old child after all, and when sleepiness hit, he leaned on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

On a quiet snowy night, only the candle flame on the desk was burning.

The frail girl on the bed, her cold fingers, moved slightly, and then, the gray eyes slowly opened, and the lifeless eyes reflected the flickering candlelight.