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It was a late night in the hundred miles of wind, and it was already noon when I changed my clothes and got up. As far as the eye can see, the hillside is already covered with a thin layer of fluffy snow.

The snow began to fall last night, and it has been unhurried or slow, fine and dense, like cool rain, and the sky is not gloomy, revealing a gray silver light, a little gentle.

He lazily walked through the corridor of Yunqin's apse in a wide robe, and when he passed by Jing Che's room, she happened to walk out of the door.

The color in front of him suddenly jumped, and it hit the bottom of my heart.

She wore a red skirt, with a horizontal white plum spread from the cuffs to the bottom of the skirt, and the waist was wrapped widely, outlining her beautiful body to the fullest. In the past two years, she has been tall like a bamboo joint, and she is not thin, but there is always a kind of beauty that comes to mind, with bumps and bumps, and every inch is exquisite.

Plain face with rhyme, red-clothed demon.

Xiaoxue pounced on her head-on, raising her eyebrows and blinking an eye, all of them were beautiful that were no longer under his control.

It is clear that he has seen too many stunners in the world, but it seems that he suffered from amnesia in an instant, and three thousand drowning poured over, he can't remember who has ever been more vivid and magnificent than the person in front of him. It's stunning, but that's it.

The indelible romance in his nature, he evoked a smile, half glanced at his eyes, and his pupils reflected in the vivid face, with a touch of cinnabar tears in the corners of his eyes, like a sha, but a little unique arrogance: "This red dress is beautiful." ”

Jing Che was ready, and he sneered at her with a new outfit without care, but he didn't expect that this time it was a rare compliment.

It has become a habit to raise the bar with him, and even though he is happy in his heart, he still raises his eyes disdainfully, as proud as ever: "Who said that if I am ugly and fat, I should not buy new clothes?" You say I look good in red, so I don't wear it. ”

"Bang" closed the door, closed the door out of Baili Fengjian, and when he came out again, he changed back to his usual plain disciple clothes.

He was slightly helpless, but he just smiled indifferently and asked casually, "Where are you going?" ”

Jing Che grinned at him and showed off: "Senior Brother Xiu made me chestnut cake, I don't think you can do it." ”

Baili Fengjian muttered in his heart, he was a senior brother again, he was closer than his master, but his face was just casual: "Go early and come back early." ”

Jing Che couldn't wait to go to the main peak, and happened to pass by a disciple who hurriedly came up to Yunqin Peak to find a hundred miles of wind.

She hadn't gone far yet, and when she heard what the man said about secret letters, what Yizhao Town, it was all inexplicable, so she didn't pay attention to it.

When I arrived at the small kitchen of the main peak, I was really unambiguous, I had been busy all morning, and I didn't know where to get the chestnuts, and the pastries made were decent.

Jing Che enjoyed it a lot, and at the end he took the rest back. also sent her out of the disciple's room, because she had to clean up in time, so she let her go back to Yunqin Peak by herself.

The sky always darkens very quickly on snowy days, and it has already covered it with a thin layer of black. She didn't rush Edgeworth back, and walked a few more steps on her own, her steps almost floating briskly. The flavor of the chestnut cake still lingers in your mouth, and it's really wonderful.

"Heh, who are you seducing from the main peak again?"

Jing Che's face sank, and sure enough, it was Gong Lin again. Every time I come to the main peak, I will see her annoying face ruining her mood.

"Don't salute, don't call uncle, don't respect the elder, Gong Lin, you really give the main peak disciple a long face."

Gong Lin's cold face was not good-looking, she was forced to bow down to Jing Che in front of everyone, and she always remembered this shame. Every time Jing Che pressed her with seniority, she gritted her teeth with hatred: "Uncle Shi, are you also worthy?" ”

"Whether I'm worthy or not, it doesn't seem like you're up to you, right?" The tone is arrogant.

"If you don't learn and don't know, I see that the face of the Sword Saint Gate has been lost by you."

"What do I need your guidance on? Are you a Juggernaut? ”

"Jing Che, it's not new for you to talk about the Sword Saint all the time," Gong Lin had a mocking smile on his face, "If you have the ability, let's compete in martial arts." ”

Sneered: "Martial arts? I'm afraid you won't make it. ”

"Well, three days later, at midnight, we will see you in front of the forbidden land of Xiyanpo. Winning or losing depends on strength, if anyone loses afterwards and is not convinced and secretly says it, whoever will take the initiative to get out of Jiahuang Mountain. ”

Jiahuang Mountain strictly forbids disciples to secretly make an appointment, and if they are discovered, the punishment is extremely severe. However, if the general parties don't say it, most of them can hide it.

"Naturally, I sit up straight, unlike some people who like to do things like to find scapegories."

Gong Lin's face was ugly, and then he said: "Don't be arrogant, let's talk about it first, if you lose—"

She smiled contemptuously and victoriously: "Then find an auspicious day for the zodiac with many people, and kowtow to the winner three times." ”

is really a person who must be compared, and this will still miss the head that was forced to kowtow to her years ago. Jing Che was too lazy to take care of it, so he acquiesced, and went back without looking back.

Normally, at this hour, Baili Fengma stays in the main hall, or reads a book, or sipes a few sips of wine, but today he is not here, and Jing Che can't find it.

After turning the entire Yunqin Palace over, the wind and snow outside seemed to be a little bigger, and she took an umbrella and ran to the back mountain.

In the drunken pavilion of the back mountain, there is indeed a person who is lazily propped on the horizontal railing. poured the pot into the pot, but only a few drops of residual wine flowed out of it. As soon as he let go, the flask fell to the ground, and the sound of broken ceramics suddenly resounded in the silent back mountain.

Jing Che was stunned, he hadn't seen his master so drunk for a long time.

She stopped his hand that was about to get the flask, and shouted crisply, "Master! ”

In the distance, the black mountain is white, and the sky is half open overhead. Baili Kaze half-squinted at the girl in front of him, and only a little lucid was left in his eyes, as if he was about to be surrounded by drunkenness.

Finally recognized the person, he smiled obliquely: "It's Ah Che." ”

"Master, you're drunk again." Jing Che frowned dissatisfied, but he didn't protest as violently as before.

"Not drunk." He casually patted the vacant seat next to him and motioned for Jing Che to sit down.

"If you're not drunk, teach me swordsmanship." sat down, she didn't pay attention to his drunken appearance, and held a bit of her usual command.

"What?" raised his eyebrows, a pair of drunken eyes reflected Jing Che's side face, and the background was a black curtain mixed with three thousand fluttering and broken snowflakes, "So studious?" ”

"Isn't it good to be studious?" Jing Che squinted his eyes impatiently, but before he could see his movements clearly, a ray of light swept out of the pavilion, and even the Long Yuan White Sword that was resting on the side was gone.

Leaving a loud smile, playing and singing by himself, as if no one was around, resounding through the wind and snow: "Hundreds of cups of agar jelly, drunken dancing long sword pointing to the void——"

Looking out, under the gazebo, in the midst of snowflakes, the long wind encouraged his robe to hunt, and the air was filled with hazy wine. He wielded his sword in a fluid manner, with no rules to follow, but at the same time.

Far away and lonely, Mota towered behind him, thousands of years flowing freely at the tip of his sword. The sword qi swept over the wind chimes on the ink tower and made a nice sound, resounding in the wind and dust. With black hair in a black robe and a sword, he is far away and free, like an ancient and down-and-out god who is still uninhibited.

She walked down the pavilion, his sword aura domineering but did not hurt her by half a point.

The sword smoothed in a perfect half-arc, slamming into the snow with a black hole. Baili Feng stopped and looked at her with a smile and a smile: "Ah Che, after learning this set of swordsmanship, you can go out to save the world." ”

Jing Che couldn't cry or laugh. This set of swordsmanship was completely created by him when he was drunk and unconscious, and it was a problem whether he remembered it or not when he woke up, let alone use it to save the world.

It's just that he suddenly said that he would save the world, which surprised her a little. His uninhibited old man was stimulated by something today, and he took the initiative to mention this matter. This topic is already taboo for master and apprentice, because she has argued too many times, she can't shake him, but was assimilated by him in a comfortable life, so she had to stop mentioning it.

"I don't learn this, you can teach me something reliable."

I'm going to compete with Gong Lin. But the second half of the words were in her throat - she naturally wouldn't be honest with him.

He raised his eyebrows lazily, his steps staggered, and he approached and leaned over to stare at her, half-smiling, and the smell of wine lingered on the side of her nose, itchy and crispy.

"This swordsmanship is something that others can't ask for, why don't you learn it?"

Her face turned red inexplicably, but fortunately she couldn't see clearly in the dark. Wei You took a step back unnaturally, and said with disdain: "What can you ask for, you are relying on the sword dance to deceive the spring heart of the ignorant girl." ”

"Isn't Ache an ignorant girl?" He squinted his eyes unclearly, "Then you say, Master is handsome or not." ”

"Narcissism is a disease." Jing Che glanced at him impatiently and disgustedly.

He laughed, deliberately pulling her long hair and pulling it back as if punishing.

Just as she looked up at his handsome face, she was annoyed and angry, and while pulling her hair back from his hand, she said angrily, "Master, what are you doing drunkenly!" ”

With a push and a push, his body was unstable, his feet slipped, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

He was lying in the snow on his back facing the sky, still grabbing her long hair with immodesty and refusing to stop, and asked her over and over again: "Say it quickly, is the master handsome, is ...... handsome?"

"Handsome basket, handsome ......" she refused to give in, pulled back her hair hatefully, dusted off the snow on her body and stood up.

Annoyed, he was about to leave, but after leaving a few steps, he glanced back uneasily. The corners of his mouth were still slanted, and he muttered, "Ah Che, is the master handsome......

But the voice was low, vaguely rubbed in the throat, like a river that could not move. At the last glance of the night sky, it was dark and quiet, and white snowflakes slanted down.

He turned back and touched his body with his toes: "Alas, Master, go back to sleep." ”

There was no movement, and he fell asleep without warning.

Jing Che was angry and funny, squatted down, and pulled his face: "Master, I won't care about you if you sleep again-"

Fingers inadvertently touched the stubble on his chin, soft and hard, velvety and green. After a pause, he hurriedly retracted as if he had touched a minefield.