She took out a notepad from the drawer, opened it, dipped it in ink and wrote:

First, the Liuyun Sect has fine works. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Second, Mo Jingru and Mu Jinlan can't have deep friendships with them, Shen Yuan is cold and kind-hearted, and he will definitely repay him if he has the opportunity.

3. Strength is respected.

Blowing dry the ink stains on the paper, staring at the four ugly words "strength is respected", she fell into deep thought: How can I really have the ability to protect myself?

After all, the scene at the altar tonight impressed her too deeply, and life and death were only a thin line.

Have you ever experienced despair?

It's a wink that the god of death throws at you, and you can't break free.

How can you fight the Grim Reaper?

There is only one answer: to be stronger.

If she has Shen Yuan's strength, then she can easily protect the people she wants to protect, if her strength is strong enough, she can break the rules of the game and establish her own rules of the game, lawlessness and no need to care about other people's eyes, because she is the king.

The rules of this world are also like this: whoever has the most power will listen to whomever he wants.

The rules are for the cowardly and mediocre people, and the pleasure of enjoying power belongs to the strong.

"If that's the case, why can't I be strong, why don't I try to be strong, so that the rules of this world are no longer the rules that imprison me." The corners of her lips curled, and she whispered softly as her lips opened and closed up and down.

Since Shen Yuan wants her to become stronger, then she will let Shen Yuan get what she wants.

Shen Yuan wanted her to die, but when she was really going to die, he saved her, which made Ling Motang a little puzzled, and he didn't understand what kind of calculation Shen Yuan was having.

couldn't figure it out, Ling Motang didn't think about it anymore, she put down the pen and ink in her hand and put the booklet away.

The heavy snow of the winter of the year finally fell from the low canopy, the north wind howled, the papier-mâché window paper was blown open, and there were snow chips falling down the holes, and the snow flakes falling in the light and shadow cast by the candlesticks were as fine as silver ash, and a thin layer of snow soon accumulated in front of the window.

She walked slowly to the window, repeatedly paddling the snow falling in front of the window with her fingers, and her thoughts drifted away.

The current life is really not what she wants, and she has been afraid of this feeling of loneliness since she was a child.

Mother left early, father was busy with work and entertainment, accompanied by the little lover at night, she was the only one in the huge family, and then there was a younger sister, she generously accepted this half-sister, but unfortunately, what gave back to her was a pair of hands that pushed her into the abyss.

In this world, there is too much to be afraid of.

But most of the horror comes from people to people.

After the crossing, she lived happily and carefree in Jiuli for 17 years, but after 17 years, she witnessed a tragedy again.

"God, you're really kidding." She muttered to herself, then turned and pushed the door open, the cold and humid outside, and the air she breathed seemed to be filled with flying snow flakes.

The ghost sent the gods, she walked on the snow to the altar of the ruined wall, just before the time of the child, this was still the most solemn and sacred sacrificial place of the Liuyun Sect, but under a riot, there were many disciples' bones lying quietly, and now the snow falling from the sky wants to bury these white bones.

There is no one to collect the bones of these dead people for them, and no one to remember them. After the catastrophe, this place seems to have been abandoned, and I don't know if those who are alive will wake up tomorrow morning to congratulate themselves on their survival and think of the helplessness of the dead.

At that time, her eyes saw the hideous soul that was constantly dissipating.

Only when she sees the unwilling face of the dead soul does she know how difficult life is, right?

Broken copper and white bones lay quietly on the marble floor, covered with a thin layer of snow, and the blood on the ground had coagulated, which was shocking.

What a desolation this is.

She rubbed her cold hands, picked up the white bones left on the ground, and carefully placed them in the wooden box. When all the white bones on the ground are put together, she takes out the flint and steel she is carrying, puts a stack of yellow paper on the white bones, and the flint and steel rub out the spark and ignite the yellow paper instantly, illuminating her numb face, and the light and shadow jump in her eyes, and she watches the white bones and yellow paper burn together without blinking......

"Who's there?" Someone was carrying a white lantern, and the old voice looked terrifying in the snow, and she immediately got up and looked at the man who was carrying the lantern, and as the man approached with a slow pace, she could really see the person who was coming, this man was holding a lantern in his left hand, and a broom in his right hand, and his pale and flushed face was wrinkled deeply, and his head was as white as snow.

How could an old man of this age be here in the middle of the night? The fire at her feet had not yet been extinguished, and the burning white bones made a subtle "crackling" sound, and a little black smoke rose up......

"I—I'm Ling Motang." She took a step back, and after seeing the other party's restrained and deep gaze, she felt a little oppressive, and didn't dare to look up at the other party: "The old man is so late, why are you here?" ”

"Snow plowing." The old man put the lantern in his hand on the high stone platform beside him, began to clear the snow on the ground, swept the snow on the altar down the steps little by little, and finally his eyes fell on the burning wooden box, and asked without moving: "Who told you to do this?" So saying, he used a broom to extinguish the fire in the wooden box, and then piled some snow into the wooden box to cover the black smoke.

Ling Motang immediately stepped forward and pushed the old man's broom away: "What are you doing?" Her voice was cool and high-pitched in the silent snow, and she closed the wooden box and picked it up from the ground: "It's already unfortunate that the bones of these people are abandoned here, I will cremate their bones and find a place to bury them, why do you still throw snow into it." ”

"Then you go elsewhere, don't disturb me to clear the snow." The old man's voice was stern, glaring at Ling Motang and sweeping the snow with a broom.

Ling Motang ran down the steps, and after walking for a while, he looked back at the old man who bent over to sweep the snow, so he couldn't control his legs and ran back on the spot, snatching the broom from the old man's hand: "It's so cold, go back, the head said that I will do the cleaning of the altar alone in the future." "It's not easy for the elderly on this cold and snowy day.

She is the unlucky person who is hand-picked by the head of the house to clean the altar, although she is usually thick-skinned, but how can she be embarrassed by a young man to let an old man brave the wind and snow to sweep the snow.

"Aren't you going to bury the bones of those people?" The old man glanced at Ling Motang, the broom in his hand was not loose, and his voice was not cold: "Ling Motang, right, you are the waste who vomited so weak that he couldn't walk as soon as he entered the Liuyun Sect?" Listening to the voice, it was full of malicious mockery of Ling Motang.

Hey! How famous she is, from the elders of the sect to the old man who sweeps the floor, no one does not know her "glorious" deeds.

Ling Motang had a dark face: Kindly helped this old man clear the snow, why did this old man scold me without a heart?!

Her expression was serious, she let go of the hand on the broom, and admitted calmly: "Yes, I am the waste in your mouth." ”