Xiao He and Ah Zi walked into a bamboo forest, these tall bamboos are still green, and the branches and slender leaves are covered with a layer of snow, which is also very interesting.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The two of them walked all the way up the mountain road, the snow under their feet getting thicker and thicker, and the sound made by stepping on it made people feel very comfortable.

Finally, I came to a flat clearing, and a simple house came into view.

The house had been left unattended for a long time, and it was about to collapse, and the snow piled up several feet high on the roof, as if a stomp of the foot would crush it completely.

"This is ?...," Zi asked.

Xiao He observed left and right and replied:

"My home... The former home..."

Slowly pacing into the courtyard, Xiao He walked to a corner, squatted down, groped for a while, and picked up a thick wooden stake in the snow.

There are some dents on this stake, and if you look closely, it turns out to be a small handprint.

This wooden stake instantly brought Xiao He's thoughts back to ten years ago, and it was also a snowy winter...

The snow was falling, and a thin little boy was still practicing, and he squatted on his horse and struck the stake with one palm after another. Despite the fact that his face was red from the cold and his legs were almost unconscious, he did not give up at all.

"The body is unstable, the palm is weak, what kind of martial arts are you playing?"

A bamboo rattan struck the little boy's body, causing his body to tremble, but he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain.

"Master, it's too cold for me to do anything."

The little boy's master sighed and looked up at the goose feathers falling from the sky, and frost had already formed on his beard.

"Xiao He, you have to remember that your fist has no power, not because it's cold, but because your heart is cold..."

Xiao Xiaohe pondered this sentence repeatedly, "Because my heart is cold?..."

"One day, you will understand this sentence of being a teacher... Xiao He, keep practicing until your clothes are soaked with sweat..."

Xiao Xiao He showed a bitter face:

"Master, how is that possible..."

"Huh?!"

Xiao He's master raised the bamboo rattan again, not angry but mighty.

"Master, I understand..."

Xiao Xiao He quickly turned around and continued to hit the stake...

"Master, I have understood the true meaning of your words, but you are no longer there..."

Xiao He stroked the snow off the stake, turned around and walked towards the low slope behind the broken house.

Ah Zi followed step by step, and also touched the stake, with puzzlement in his eyes.

"Xiao He, wait for me..."

Ah Zi couldn't help but be a little angry when she saw Xiao He walking fast, but when she turned around the broken house, she was stunned in place.

At the top of the low slope, there is a protrusion more than half a man high, which is obviously a simple mound.

Xiao He walked to the grave and carefully wiped the stele with his sleeves, and finally revealed a few slightly immature big characters: "The Tomb of the Respected Master Xiao Tiantang"

"This is Master Xiao He's resting place?"

Ah Zi thought secretly in his heart, but he didn't take a step forward with interest, but just looked at Xiao He's back from a distance.

Xiao He briefly dealt with the lush weeds on the grave and sat down quietly.

"Master, the apprentice hasn't come to see you for so many years, you won't blame me, right?"

Xiao He opened the butter paper wrapped in dog meat, placed one of the dog meat in front of the tombstone, and took the other one in his hand and bit it down.

Tears finally flowed down his cheeks, mixed with dog meat, and flowed into his mouth.

These belated tears, wantonly squandered, Xiao He chewed desperately, as if he wanted to grasp the taste of this moment forever.

In an instant, he recalled the first time he ate dog meat, and the first time he met Master...

"Hungry, take it, follow me to practice in the future, meat is indispensable... Remember, never beg for alms..."

"Remember, Master..."

... ...

Xiao He tried his best not to let himself cry, but his whole face was a little ridiculously distorted.

"Master, I'm no longer the little beggar I used to be, but I still haven't forgotten the moves you taught me... Forgetting all moves, forgetting all exercises, in order to win a hundred battles, this is a fantasy in the eyes of cultivators, how can you teach your disciples like this?"

Xiao He sneered and swallowed the dog meat in his hand, even the bones.

"Could it be that you are the Great Luo Jin Immortal, and you are here to teach me? Your physical body was destroyed, but in fact, your divine soul has already returned to the heavenly realm?"

Xiao He had a flash of inspiration, but he was amused by his ridiculous idea.

"How is it possible, Xiao He, you fool, the master buried it with your own hands..."

Xiao He's smile froze, and he said silently:

"Master is really dead..."

Uncorked the wine sac, Xiao He spilled the wine on the ground, this was the first time he admitted from the bottom of his heart that his master, Xiao Tiantang, was dead!

Xiao He raised his head, lifted the wine sac, and poured it like this.

Throwing the empty wine bag into the snow on one side, Xiao He's body staggered and was about to fall to the ground, he grabbed the tombstone and shook his head:

"Master... Apprentice, apprentice to do one thing... One piece delayed... It's been a long time coming... Only by doing so did I... In order to truly break with the past..."

After saying this, Xiao He fell down with a "plop", and he was still saying something in a daze, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Xiao He!"

Seeing that Xiao He was drunk, Ah Zi hurriedly ran over, and after smelling the smell of wine on his body, his face became a little ugly.

"I'm crying and laughing, but now I'm drunk into a puddle of mud, I can't help you... If it weren't for Master's instructions, I really wanted to leave it alone..."

Although Ah Zi complained a little in his mouth, he still helped Xiao He up, put one hand on the jade shoulder, and slowly walked down the mountain.

"Aren't you able to withstand this burning knife? besides, you're still a cultivator..."

Ah Zi frowned, Xiao He's weight is indeed like a cow, if she didn't have the skill, she wouldn't be able to drag it. And what made her even more troublesome was the smell of wine on that body, which really made people want to vomit.

"Just use your strength to force his alcohol out..."

Thinking of this, Ah Zi put Xiao He down and lay flat on the ground.

Xiao He's alcohol strength came up, his whole body burned uncomfortably, the heat was unbearable, and he unconsciously peeled off his shirt, revealing his solid chest and lower abdomen.

Ah Zi's eyes opened slightly, and she quickly turned around, her cheeks burned hot, and her breathing became short.

"Damn, what the hell am I doing, I have to get his alcohol out of the way..."

Ah Zi turned his back to Xiao He, stretched out his jade hand, and pressed it with his impression.

"Huh, this doesn't look like a dantian, what is this hard object?"

Ah Zi stroked repeatedly, and after feeling a trace of strangeness in his hand, he quickly pulled it back, stood up with "Teng", and exclaimed.

Stroking his thumping chest, Ah Zi's face was so ashamed that red juice could drip down, but it added a bit more charming.

"Damn brute, I'll let you freeze to death here..."