The days passed simply and plainly.

Xia Bai helped Xiaoqing, who could only stagger, and walked into the courtyard to bask in the late autumn afternoon sun, the old man's silver hair played with the back of his hand, a little itchy.

Xiaoqing didn't urge him to leave anymore, and she still seemed to be a little selfish, or afraid.

Before dying, there is always a desire for someone to be with you.

Although this person is only a person who has only known each other for a long time.

"The Winter Solstice Festival is coming, and I want to see the lantern festival in the city. ”

The silver-haired Xiaoqing leaned slightly and sat in the small courtyard at the top of the mountain.

"I'll take you tomorrow morning, just in the evening to Xianyang, stay for a while, and then it's the winter solstice. ”

Xia Bai covered the old man's hands.

"No, I'm not going to Xianyang... I want to go back to the city of Vietnam, where I was born and where I should be buried. ”

Xiaoqing's eyes seemed to be a little cloudy.

It takes two or three months to go from Qin Di to Huiji, so what about the Son of Destiny, it really has nothing to do with Xia Bai, all the previous efforts have been in vain, and there is no way to reverse it.

But this is beautiful, and now he has brought some prestige The young man hugged the silver-haired old man, and said gently: "I'll take you there." ”

He doted on this old man who was in his twilight years as if he was doting on the most beloved woman.

Although, he doesn't know what a beloved woman is.

But he tried his best to hide the indifference in his bones and show gentleness.

In front of him was not a woman with a peerless face, but an old woman with a disfigured left face, silver hair, a wrinkled face, and even disliked.

Do something, don't do something.

Xia Bai felt that it was worth it.

...

The autumn breeze is bleak.

A carriage traveled from west to east, crushing the dead leaves that had settled all over the ground.

The beautiful young man drove the carriage, and in the carriage, the silver-haired old man wrapped in a blanket, sleepy with the jolting of the body, and the little white-haired monkey squeaked, also shrunk inside, and lay on a flat thick pile cushion.

"Drive!"

Xia Bai raised his horsewhip and drove the carriage eastward.

Drink nectar in the morning and stay overnight.

As for the thieves who didn't have long eyes along the way, the results can be imagined.

Heavy snow covers the mountains in winter.

Passing through the town, I stopped for a few days, and the people in the rivers and lakes in the restaurant seemed to be chatting about the major events happening in the rivers and lakes, and the biggest one was naturally the new crown prince of the Qin State.

The crown prince Yingzheng, with a smoothness that others could not imagine at all, directly ascended to the succession of the Qin State.

Xia Bai listened to it for a while, but felt a little bored.

These things are all predestined, if you don't stir up the situation yourself, the gambling battle of Fair Zhai will undoubtedly win, after all, it is the game they set, and once Yingzheng sits on the throne of the prince.

With his own strength, as well as his unparalleled fortune, no one could touch him at all.

Even if the children of King Qin, the local magnates, try every means to set up a killing situation, at most there is no danger, which can only make Yingzheng's position more stable.

What's more, he stole a trace of Yingzheng's dragon energy, why didn't he get a trace of his own sword energy?

To this extent, the Son of Heaven is indeed his true apprentice.

If Xiaoqing didn't help herself stabilize the divine blood, if she hadn't met her, she would definitely have been promoted, and then went to the gambling battle, so that Cheng Cheng Zhai would lose the gambling battle, so that Yingzheng would only believe in himself from now on, and then slowly find the connection between the Son of Heaven and the gods, and then decipher the secrets of the gods.

Unfortunately, these are all possible.

Suddenly, Xia Bai was stunned, whether he and Xiaoqing were in such a situation, they were all estimated by fortune, so they brought the result that they couldn't disrupt the situation.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky, only to feel that the clouds, that day, after that warm light, became more and more unfathomable and mysterious.

Could it be that the will of heaven cannot be violated?

Heavy snow closed the mountain, and before I knew it, five or six days had passed.

When the snow melts, the heavens and the earth are so cold that they can freeze people's souls.

Xia Bai helped the silver-haired Xiaoqing to sit in the lobby of the restaurant, where a clearing was vacated and a bonfire was rising.

The two came early, and the later pedestrians were not allowed to move forward due to the heavy snow blocking the road, and the restaurant wings in this town were full, and the owner of the restaurant came up with such an idea.

And those who feel cold in the wing room and don't want to go to bed early will also come to the ground floor hall to gather.

A beautiful young man, and a silver-haired old woman, this strange combination of the two can attract everyone's side eyes, and they may guess in their hearts that this is a combination of grandma and grandson, and even because Xia Bai's face is beautiful, but it is gentle and unassuming, so it is very close.

As soon as the two of them came, a few of the quacks gave up a place near the fire and threw out two thick mats.

"Big brother, sit here. ”

Xia Bai thanked him.

And the little junior sister who has gone out to practice, under the jealous gaze of her own senior brother and brother, sent Xia Bai some warm tea to nourish the stomach and ward off the cold.

Xia Bai thanked them one by one.

When people go, Xiaoqing chuckled: "You are really popular." ”

Xia Bai shook his head and didn't speak, just handed a cup of warm tea to the silver-haired Xiaoqing, "Cover your hands." ”

If these people knew what kind of existence they really were, I don't know if it would be like this.

But they don't know.

All they saw was a young man who was stunningly beautiful, mild-tempered, and respectful to the elderly.

The eyes of mortals always see only appearances.

But perhaps, before Xia Bai drew his sword, no one would know that he was the seventh in the world, and no one would know that he almost subverted the Qin State, which is now being hotly discussed, and no one knew that he was like a real evil ghost, and would bring terror to the world.

He gently draped the silver-haired old man in a woolen cloak, picked up dry firewood, threw it into the blazing campfire, and watched the jumping sparks and listened to the crackling sound.

Listening to the travelers in the rivers and lakes from the prince of the Qin State to the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes, and then to the ethereal ghost stories, and a few more words, some people tried to talk about some trivial things, but no one liked to listen to these little things, and all of them were replaced by ghost stories that were refreshing at midnight.

As he spoke, he talked about the strange incident at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, the Zhao family, which was all-encompassing in black and white, was silent overnight, and all the old and young of the family died tragically.

Then he said that not long after that, several big families that were not weak were wiped out in the same way.

He also said that the government was secretive, and it was impossible to investigate the killing without any motive or traces, and... Many people suspect that this is the evil spirit of the underworld that crawled out of the abyss and came to the world.

Xia Bai added firewood.

These people said that the Zhao family was destroyed by themselves, but the next few things had nothing to do with him.

Although it is unrelated, it is treated as a series and put together, which shows that the style is extremely similar.

Almost instantly, Xia Bai had the most direct guess in his mind.

Someone is looking up to himself, so he is imitating himself.

The people around the bonfire in the hall listened to these Jianghu guests talk about devotion, and they all felt that the wind was gusting, as if the heat of the bonfire could not make them warm, so they came closer.