"Thank you, thank you!" Mr. Wei thanked the passers-by with his porcelain bowl.

Although it has reached the end of the year, the summer is still a bitter cold in the middle of winter, and the heavy snow has stopped at the moment, but the streets are still covered with a thick layer of snow.

In such weather, even the people of Great Xia, who are famous for their martial arts, are not willing to go to the streets to suffer this chill unless they have to. And there are even fewer people who are willing to stop and listen to the old man's opera in this wind and snow.

It is really because of this that Mr. Wei's harvest today is not very good.

When the crowd of onlookers gave the money and left, the old man did not pack up his clothes as usual, but stood alone on the gradually deserted street, lowering his head and carefully counting the pitiful copper coins in the porcelain bowl in his hand.

He did the math.

Today should be the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month.

As soon as tomorrow passes, it will be the end of the year, and there is still a lot of difference in 100,000 silver.

With less than three months left, he couldn't help but sigh and frown.

The thoughts echoed in his mind, and he inexplicably remembered the conversation engraved in his heart at the end of that long time.

......

The white-haired, handsome Taoist with a handsome face waved his sleeves, shaking back the white-robed figure surrounded by cranes.

The glow of the sky dissipated, and the lotus flowers in full bloom in the pond withered.

The white-robed figure looked at the Taoist in disbelief, and asked in a deep voice, "Wei Changming, what are you going to do?"

The handsome Taoist did not respond to the meaning of the white robe, his right hand stretched out into the void and grasped it, and a long sword with a snowy body was held in his hand at that time.

He looked at the white-robed figure with cold eyes, and did not speak, but his eyes were cold.

"This heaven and earth, the position of a true immortal once in a thousand years, is in front of you, Wei Changming, for the sake of a child's love affair that was less than a few years ago, don't you want this position of true immortal?" asked the white-robed figure, although his appearance was wrapped in that holy light, but from his tone at the moment, it was not difficult for the handsome Taoist to imagine that his face must be full of confusion and anger at this moment.

That must be an interesting sight, he thought.

It's a pity that some people didn't have the opportunity to meet it.

So, he sighed and shook his head again.

"Are you rejecting me?" the white-robed figure asked, "A hundred years of penance, an opportunity that thousands of monks have been asking for, are you going to give up?"

The tone of the white robe was full of surprise, and in addition to this surprise, there was more incomprehension.

With his experience of reading all kinds of things in the world and going through a hundred tribulations, he still couldn't understand the choice of the Taoist in front of him.

"To see you. The handsome Taoist took his own steps towards the white-robed figure.

That step is light, like a dragonfly touching water, and like a mountain fighting around, lifting weights like light.

So the lotus pond made waves, and the courtyard fell into dust until the heavens and the earth shook.

The white-robed figure realized instantly.

His tone was also a little colder than at that time: "You want to avenge that monster?"

The Taoist doesn't like this title, or he doesn't like the contemptuous tone of the white robe when he says it, or to put it more bluntly, he should not like the white robe.

So in the next moment, he took another step forward.

This step is as heavy as a thousand pounds, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and ten thousand armies galloping.

So the wind and rain came suddenly, the sky and the earth were dark, and the thunder hung in the sky, and it was about to fall.

It was a sword that shook the past and the present.

It is a sword that runs through heaven and earth.

It is also a sword that is annihilated by invisibility.

The momentum of the sword was menacing, but it dissipated silently.

The Taoist looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the white-robed figure standing in place, his brows furrowed.

"The body of a true immortal is above all calamities, immortal and indestructible. If you don't get as good as the true fairyland, you won't be able to hurt me for a day. ”

"But once you accept my Tao and enter the True Immortal Realm, you will have no reason to kill me. ”

"It's a dead end. ”

The white robe said so, the wide clothes were agitated, and the face surrounded by fairy light looked hideous.

The Taoist can't see the scene, but he can really feel it.

I have to say that he hates the appearance of the white robe at the moment.

But as the white robe said, he was helpless about it.

So he put away his sword and turned to leave the grass house where he had been sitting for a hundred years.

"Where are you going?" asked the white robe.

"Find a way to kill you. The Taoist said.

"What you can't do, the rules of heaven and earth have already been established, and if you miss this opportunity, you will never have the opportunity to ascend to the realm of true immortals. What awaits you will be endless thunderstorms until you are cleaved to ashes!" said the white robe.

The Taoist's departing footsteps paused at that time, as if he was moved by the words of the white robe.

"I want to give it a try. But the next moment the voice of the Taoist sounded again, and this time, he did not hesitate for a moment, and walked out of the grass house.

......

Thinking of this, Mr. Wei suddenly felt a chill from his fingers.

He was a spirit, and his mind was pulled out of his thoughts.

He looked intently, only to realize that the palm of his hand holding the porcelain bowl had been stained with a little white crystal at some point.

The old man was stunned and suddenly came to his senses.

That's snow.

He looked up at the dark sky, where things like this were constantly drifting down.

They fell lightly, and in the blink of an eye, they landed on the shoulders and tops of the old man's head.

The chill became clearer and clearer, and it came from his shoulders, from his arms, from the crown of his forehead, through the limbs of the old man, through his internal organs, to his brain and heart.

It was a tooth-chattering sensation.

The old man subconsciously put away the porcelain bowl in his hand and closed his shirt again to resist the sudden chill.

During the whole process, the old man's movements were a little rusty.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't felt like this.

He didn't feel disgusted or uncomfortable, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of ease.

"That's what it's like to be human. The old man said this, and a smile spread across his face.

But perhaps because it was too cold, the smile was a little stiff, as if his wrinkled face had been frozen by the snow and cold waves.

But Mr. Wei didn't realize it, and even swept away the previous gloom and hummed a little song leisurely.

He crouched down, braved the cold to pack up his belongings, put them in his wooden box as usual, and then picked up the big box and was about to leave.

But when he got up, he found that the wooden box seemed to be a little heavier than before.

The old man shook his head, gritted his teeth, and then stood up.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if it was going to swallow the whole town.

In the heavy snow, the old man leaned forward slowly, leaving a row of footprints of different shades under the snow.

He walked away, but the melodious melody still reverberate.

It's just that I don't know if it's the little song that is meant to be like this, or if the old man deliberately did it, and I hear that tune at the moment...

It's like the murmur of a distant lover, and it's like the howl of a wild fox in the twilight mountain stream...