Ji Tongzhou quietly looked at the snow-covered wall, and the withered and yellow vines struggled to emerge some branches from the snowdrift. In the scorching summer, no longer buried in ice and snow, countless heavy strings of wisteria flowers will fall on the wall, the fragrance lingers in the wind, accompanied by the sound of cicadas, and the night comes to sneak into the dreams of teenagers.

He seemed to recall a very long time ago, when the sky should have been a transparent blue, the grass and trees were bright and verdant, the flowers under the windowsill were colorful, and everything was bright and vibrant.

Ji Tongzhou put away the unicorn bones under his feet, and stepped on the thick white snow with his luxurious satin boots, as if he was a little unaccustomed, and he was about to forget how to stagger forward in the snow. Walking slowly along the fence for half a circle, there were occasional young disciples of the academy passing by, dressed in white and red skirts, white clothes and red trousers, all immature and bright-eyed, curious and respectful Looking at this white-haired immortal, but no one dared to come forward and make noise.

His footsteps stopped in front of a small courtyard door, as if he paused for a moment, and slowly raised his hand to wipe some of the snow off the door, and the inscriptions on it clearly fell into his eyes: between the unicorns, between the thousand fragrances, and between the Jingxuan.

Pushing open the courtyard door, the three familiar and unfamiliar big houses, the snow in the courtyard was swept clean. In a trance, there seemed to be several figures in front of me, still young and young, a few little girls in white clothes and red dresses chattering, and a few boys who had just begun to rise taller were secretly taller than whom.

But in another trance, all the figures disappeared, at this moment, in this situation, he was the only one standing here, things are, people are not.

Behind him, there was a sharp sound of the sword breaking through the air, and the person who came stepped forward a few steps and saluted respectfully: "Master, it's almost noon." ”

Ji Tong turned around and looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old boy in front of him with a delicate appearance and a dignified posture, as if he had seen himself back then. Four hundred years have passed, and the royal family of the Yue Kingdom has finally produced another child with deep spiritual roots. Four hundred years ago, by coincidence, he was not directly brought into the Xingzheng Pavilion by Xuanshanzi, and this child was much luckier than him.

Ji Tongzhou showed a rare hint of warmth, and his voice was a little softer than usual: "Jingwu, this is your first time coming to the Young Phoenix Academy, right?

Ji Jingwu couldn't figure out the mind of Master Shizun for a while, this senior of the Yue royal family was not smiling, strict and cold, he was really afraid of him.

After thinking for a moment, he cautiously replied: "The disciple thinks that the academy is very good, although it is not as majestic as the Xingzheng Pavilion, but the scenery is beautiful and the atmosphere is much more relaxed, if you practice here, you should be able to make some confidants and friends, right?"

Confidant and friend, Ji Tongzhou smiled, eleven or twelve-year-old children are the age when they love to make friends.

"When I was a teacher, I practiced here. He said lightly, "I did make some confidants and friends." ”

Ji Jingwu looked at him curiously, as if he didn't dare to ask, how could he never see any confidants and friends of this immortal?

The unicorn bone on Ji Tongzhou's back shot out like a meteor, and the white-clothed and white-haired immortal jumped up in a dashing manner, and his voice became cold again: "The so-called friend, you will one day find that you are useless in cultivation, your top priority is to concentrate on cultivation, find out where your cultivation heart is as soon as possible, and only know how to play all the time, how can you rest assured that the teacher will go to the immortal in the future?"

Ji Jingwu only said yes, this child's temperament is too different from his own back then, Xu is Yue has been so prosperous for more than 400 years, under his own protection, the territory has been opened up to the extreme, the people of the royal family do not understand the crisis and urgency at all, it is easy to have a spiritual root, and the string at the bottom of his heart has always been loose, and he still can't figure out why he practiced, and he can't compare with the panic himself all day long.

Countless immortals had already gathered above the main hall on the floating island in the middle of the academy, and the last long-lived academy founder, Mr. Zuoqiu, passed away two days ago, and the cultivation world sighed.

Most of the immortals and elders who have become famous today came out of the academy back then, and almost all of them have love for this benevolent elder immortal. The life span of immortals is much, much longer than that of mortals, but if they do not achieve the Great Dao for a day, they still can't escape the cycle of life and death.

Two hundred years ago, Sang Huajun, the longest-lived person in the cultivation world, passed away, and he was the first immortal in everyone's hearts who had the hope of achieving the Great Dao, but after all, he was still one step behind. In the years that followed, the founders of the academy died one after another, and finally it was Mr. Zuoqiu's turn, and after arranging the successors of the academy, he passed away quietly in the middle of the night.

The alternation of the old and the new is the way of heaven, and the same is true in the cultivation world, the former elders and immortals also silently watched their elders go to the immortals, and now it is their turn to be the newcomers, and in the future, it is their juniors who will continue the great cause of cultivation. Even though it is almost impossible for a handful of people to achieve great achievements, there are still so many people who follow one after another to strive for that little hope.

In front of the main hall, there is a thousand-year-old crystal bed, Mr. Zuoqiu's body lies on it peacefully, surrounded by the nine successors of the academy who have been arranged, bowing and saluting, and thousands of immortals above the floating island salute silently, after the salute, the fire from heaven swallowed Mr. Zuoqiu's body in an instant, although the body of the cultivator does not return to dust, but Mr. Zuoqiu devoted his life's work to the academy and incinerated in the academy, which must also be his wish.

The bright red flames gradually extinguished, and the corpse on the crystal bed turned into the tiniest specimens of dust, no longer visible. The immortals descended from the clouds one by one and saluted the new nine academy inheritors. Ji Tongzhou led Ji Jingwu to fly forward, and when the immortals on the side saw that it was him, they immediately avoided saluting in awe.

I heard that he is a genius who is rare to see for a thousand years, and he has achieved the immortal body in just twenty years since the beginning of his practice, which is a sensation, and he stood out three hundred years ago and became the youngest Huamen elder, and his Dao name Xuanhua is taken from Xuanhuazi, the founder of Xingzheng Pavilion, and the word Xuanhua is famous because of the very special flame they have ^ Xuanhua Fire Xuanhua Immortals are famous, and they are also notoriously difficult to get along with. This person is ambitious, under his protection, the Yue Kingdom has annexed various surrounding countries for many years, and many of them are sheltered by the elders and immortals of other sects.

Saluted to the nine inheritors of the academy, Ji Tongzhou casually exchanged a few words with them, seeing that it was not early, he was worried that Ji Jingwu's day's practice had not yet been settled, and he just had the intention of leaving, and when he looked back, he saw that the kid was hiding far away, laughing with a little girl in the corner of the main hall.

Ji Tongzhou was annoyed in his heart, and immediately walked over and called coldly: "Jingwu."

Ji Jingwu was startled, and hurriedly knelt down and saluted: "Master, disciple, disciple is just talking to this junior sister casually......"

Ji Tongzhou ignored him, and only glanced at the little girl beside him who was wearing the disciple uniform of the Wuyue Court, she was only eleven or twelve years old, but she was born very beautiful, with black hair and red flowers in her white dress, his heart suddenly moved, and those long past events that had long been sealed in his heart were omitted out uncontrollably, and he forgot to reprimand Ji Jingwu for a while.

"It's the nature of children to love to play, why should Mr. Xuanhua be so strict. A cold female voice sounded behind herself, followed by a middle-aged woman wearing the costume of the Elder of the Wuyue Court, she looked about forty years old, but her demeanor was outstanding, and her appearance was beautiful, it was the Elder Zhao Min of the Falling Jade Peak of the Wuyue Court, she was also a very famous female fairy, just because she did not want to be called by the name of the immortal, she always let people call herself by the real name of Zhao Min, which is very rare.

When the little girl saw her, she immediately smiled and saluted: "The disciple has seen the master.

Zhao Min said gently: "You and this senior brother of the Xingzheng Pavilion go to play elsewhere, don't be too noisy." ”

The little girl replied yes, took Ji Jingwu's hand generously, and took him one step at a time and turned around three times to go elsewhere and continue to laugh.

Ji Tongzhou bowed his hand, he has always had a bad relationship with Wuyue Court, and there have been too many disagreements in the past, especially the Zhaomin Immortal in front of him, although he has not had any direct contact, he can start from not becoming an immortal, all kinds of grievances, whether open or dark, he and her actually have nothing to say.

Zhao Min looked at him for a moment, this young and famous immortal, although he was full of white hair, his face was as graceful and handsome as when he was a teenager, and this full of silver hair seemed to be due to being too eager to become an immortal back then and exhausting his efforts. No one remembers that past, and most of the people who remember died at his hands, and the grievances between her and this person cannot be said in a thousand words.

She suddenly spoke: "I have heard Mr. Xuanhua's name for a long time, but when I saw it today, I really had a compelling demeanor and a profound cultivation. ”

Ji Tongzhou said lightly: "Zhaomin Immortal is polite. ”

He didn't think that this female fairy had come here to greet him, he was afraid that he had a lot of hatred, and he didn't know what means to use to retaliate against him. In the past four hundred years, there have been so many people who have hatred for him that he will not be moved at all, not even his heart will move, and he will not fear anything if he is unwillingly burned under the fire of his powerful and invincible Xuanhua.

Zhao Min smiled and said leisurely: "In the past, I had nothing to do to sort out the dusty things, but I turned over some things that are quite worth remembering, and I think it is also something interesting for Mr. Xuanhua." ”

With that, she took out an old dressing slip from her sleeve, only the size of a palm, and the black lacquer pattern on it was tattered, if it was not maintained by aura, I am afraid that it would have decayed long ago.

Ji Tongzhou finally felt surprised, she suddenly attacked him, and he could be understood, but what was the matter with the dressing clothes that this woman had only used? Also, the slightest trace of aura fluctuations that had been left on the dressing clothes for four hundred years^ was so familiar and unfamiliar, it actually made his heart that had been as steady as a rock for many years begin to beat violently.

Zhao Min slowly opened the worn-out dressing room, which was divided into two layers, the upper layer was empty, but the lower layer was safely placed with a bright lacquered wood comb, on which the pattern of a hundred birds and phoenixes was painted with gold powder, which was very exquisite. Next to the lacquered wooden comb, there is a small and lifelike purple jade cricket, vivid, as if it can jump up at any time Ji Tongzhou gasped, he clearly heard a door in his heart was quietly opened, in a blink of an eye, there seemed to be a girl in a white dress and red flowers in front of him, holding the purple jade cricket in his palm, and smiled at him like a man: "Borrow me to play for two days and return your Taoist temple." ”

After two days of playing, he had a dark tide in his heart, and he wanted to laugh twice.

It's been 400 years, it's been 400 years, a big dream, what do you want?

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