I knelt motionless outside the triple forbidden, unable to say anything, my spiritual consciousness and primordial spirit had returned, but I no longer had the mental strength to find a way to stabilize my soul. Maybe, maybe just wait for it to slowly disappear, and the Wonderful Wind Fairy's hatred for me will be able to be eliminated somewhat.

When did I become the target of many immortals, is it really right for me to continue to stay in Zhongtian? Why was it so sad to hear the fairy say frankly?

Master has worked hard for me for a hundred years, but I still haven't grown much. If one day, there are more outstanding candidates for apprenticeship in the Six Realms, and when Master thinks that I am not suitable to be his apprentice, will there be another person to take my place, and maybe, one day, I will also follow in the footsteps of the Wonderful Wind Fairy?

Although I have received Master's love, I have never felt His ruthlessness, and the world is unpredictable, if there really is a day, what should I do?

I suddenly felt a fatal sadness in my heart, and even the feeling of weakness in my body seemed to be weakened.

Another burst of snow and mist blew through the sky, and snowflakes fell one after another.

I got up slowly, my steps were light, fluttering as if there was no way to step on the ground, and I walked out of the triple forbidden.

I forgot to say goodbye and bow to the nine-storied pagoda where my master was, and I ignored the fairies that hurriedly flew through the air, and forgot to walk through the snow-free corridor, and walked straight down the steps to the snow-covered Heavenly Street.

In this way, I walked on the snow with one foot high and one foot low, walking, walking lightly, walking through the Zhifu Palace, and walking through the courtyards of many palaces.

Seeing the palace gate of Wanfu Palace in the distance, a black smoke shadow fell from the sky and fell to my side, and called me in a low voice: "I'm here, you won't be gone......"

By this time I had reached the doorway separating me from the inside and outside, and I was slightly tripped by the voice. Turning around, he saw how it was him, Wei Wuji from the Red Ghost City, but he didn't have time to think a little more, and the whole person had already rolled over and rolled down the steps.

From afar, I only heard Wei Wuji exclaim to me: "Amo-"

He leaped down quickly, and his black robe fell from the sky, like wide wings, and swooped down in front of me, helping me up.

"Amo, are you alright?"

I opened my eyes, and in the fog, I flashed the face with a thousand faces and a thousand shadows, and fainted.

I lay groggily, as if I was hallucinating, unable to wake up.

A man's muffled call seemed far and near, but it could not reach my dreams.

In the dream, I stood alone in the darkness and seemed to become small, small. I looked at the world curiously and staggered along.

At this time, an old man who came out of nowhere squatted down and said gently to me, "The eagle flies in the sky, and the chicken perches on the ridge." Blindly wasting precious time in pursuit of something that you will not get in your lifetime is like putting a chicken in an eagle's nest and letting it see the prospect on the peak but not have the strength to live on the peak, either falling to death or fearing and suffering in the wind. Little princess, do you understand? ”

I shook my head, no, I don't understand, I don't want to understand: "Mother-in-law, why, how do you know that I am a chicken, can't I be an eagle?" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "You should leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and leave here as soon as possible while the pain and despair have not come......"

I still shook my head and said, "No, I can't leave Master, I want to stay here with Master all the time......"

The old man sighed, looked at me with pity, turned and disappeared, and the scene before him changed again.

……

There was a faint sound of thunder rolling outside the hall, and it was about to rain, and a gust of wind blew through the window, causing the pages on the desk to turn over with a soft sound.

Master sat on the bookcase of the nine-storied pagoda and flipped through the books, I instinctively put down the tea tray, stretched out my hand to press, the sleeves gently brushed the front of the master's placket, the faint fragrance between the sleeves lingered in all directions, the familiar and indifferent aroma reminded people of the first encounter in the shrine.

The pages rattled, and I stood beside me, hurriedly reaching out to press the book that was blown up by the wind, but I didn't want to turn over the tea on the sleeve and splash the national teacher. His face turned white with fright, and he only asked, "Master, are you hot?" "I burned my own hand, but I didn't care about it at all.

The national teacher shook his head, took my hand and quickly healed.

I gently sorted out the books and skillfully put the pen back on the pen mountain, and the ink in the inkstone was as dark as night. Master beckoned me to sit next to him, picked up a pen and stuffed it into my hand, and taught me how to practice calligraphy.

I was startled, like a fawn crashing into my arms.

"From today on, teach you to write for the teacher, you look at it carefully, this is your name."

Baomo ...... A little, treasure cover, horizontal and horizontal...... The ink fell on the soft rice paper, and with one stroke, my cheeks were as red as cinnabar, and even the roots of my ears were red, and my expression was still as serious as before. Linyuan ...... Little by little, mention and skim again...... Master also wrote his name, and his big hand held my small hand, and the black ink fell next to my name, and time stopped at this moment.

I saw the names on the rice paper side by side under the candle flame, and I only listened to the rain falling outside the window......