The snow stopped.

Between the stalks of the wind, a thin layer of snow is covered. As far as I could see, green, white, and gray were mixed with verdant greenery, and the rising sun spread out in the sky, and the bright red was spreading. The mountain behind Yunqin Peak is quiet.

The light penetrated into the arrogance under the nose, and the consciousness gradually cleared, and the hangover momentum slowly came up. His head was about to crack, and he opened his eyes for a long time in the wind.

It's been a long time since I've been so drunk...... It's been a long time since I've been so sad as last night. Mu Yecha, a disciple of Nanqiong who was stationed in Yizhao Town, sent a secret letter during the day: "The Seven Shadows of the Restoration Army went to the town before yesterday to encourage everyone to invite the Sword Saint to be born. The matter is so big that the disciple does not dare to draw conclusions, so he can only ask the Sword Saint to explain it himself. ”

There are only a few sentences, and the words are heavy. The ground is clear, and the heart is at a loss.

He has always been conceited, free to come and go, not afraid of heaven and earth, but the most worrying thing is this situation, and he rises up to seek it.

Escaping the world is only afraid of losing the world, and being born is afraid of losing future generations. In a dilemma, he simply got drunk to relieve his sorrows, opened most of the vat of wine sealed in the back mud cellar, and forgot to control himself as soon as he drank it. Forget the troubled times, forget the world, forget that there are still heavy clansmen pressed on the sword.

I only remember that after nightfall, Ah Che's vivid face shook in front of him, the soft and glutinous voice lingered on the side of his ears, and the soft hair was pulled at his fingertips, but after waking up, it was sad and difficult, and the problem was still the same.

His sorrow was pressed in the bottom of his heart, and there was still nothing unusual on his face. He put his arms up and was about to stand up, when something slipped off his lap.

Only then did he realize that something had been covered, and when he looked down, it was a blanket, which had not yet been fully unfolded, and was crumpled and thrown on him in a crooked manner—the impatience of the perpetrator was exposed, and at a glance it was clear whose handwriting it was.

A little helpless and couldn't help but pull his lips and smile, inexplicably cleansing and feeling slightly good. Shaking off the snow and dust, his long legs stood up slightly bent and his blanket hung on his arms. Baili Feng gathered his robe and was about to leave, when he saw Jing Che sitting sideways in the pavilion not far away, holding a thick bamboo slip in his hand.

She took his cyan coat and draped it on her body casually, leaning on the pavilion pillar cross-legged, with a serious look, meticulously following the morning light and browsing the words on the heavy bamboo slips line by line. Three thousand green silk hangs down to the waist, and the little face is not stained with rouge, but it is natural and exquisite, and no matter how heavy makeup is spared others, they can't learn it.

The older the apprentice gets, the more beautiful he becomes, and he, the master, has mixed joys and sorrows. Needless to say, not everyone can have a good skin; And worried, he couldn't figure out why, never delved into it, and only occasionally felt uncontrollable. This beauty is too sultry, and she is as proud as she is, and it is difficult for him to control it single-handedly.

Xu is hearing the movement, Jing Che raised his face and looked over, but he was still in a quiet posture, which made the girl vividly jump on his face. Half-squinted peach blossom eyes, squinting lips and teeth, a smile like a hundred flowers blooming, and the tone was half mocking: "Master, can you sleep comfortably?" ”

The tail note dragged on, and her soft voice, which had not grown much in the past, was crisp to the bone.

"Comfortable is comfortable, but it's a little cold." With a long leg, he staggered up the steps.

sat down in front of her, and took out the bamboo slip in her hand to look at it without saying hello. It turned out to be the Nine Traces Sand Heart Method formula, and then I remembered that she seemed to say that she wanted to learn the sword last night.

It's really unprecedented, what stimulated the little apprentice to suddenly be so easy to learn? In the past, she didn't learn anything because she taught too much, and she couldn't remember it if she learned too much. However, he did not urge her to become a talent, but sometimes admired his apprenticeship. On weekdays, she is half an impatient, vigorous and resolute, but she is extremely patient in the cultivation of martial arts, and she has to be demanding perfection in every move.

"Take it back." She glanced at him and retrieved the bamboo slips.

It's a situation where master and apprentice are tired of each other.

"Got it all done?" Baili Kazama lazily pulled his lips and smiled, always looking indifferent.

"Well, I memorized it a month ago, and now I'll review it again."

Facing the cold wind, he yawned, touched the stubble with his thumb, and stood up again: "Then you will see it again, Master will go to sleep first." ”

"You-" Thinking that he was going to teach her to practice a trace of sand, he was about to warm up his body and start practicing his sword, but unexpectedly, his mind was empty, and he inevitably grinned at Baili Fengma.

He turned around and smiled, and walked away, his back looking a little cold, as if he had changed his face in an instant.

Jing Che took a deep breath and stretched his eyebrows back. Anyway, the master has this temperament both horizontally and vertically, and he gets used to it when he sees more. Unfolded the bamboo slips again, and found the place where it had just been broken to continue browsing.

Such seriousness is naturally for the three-day period of going to Gong Lin, not to mention how humiliating it is to kneel and kowtow, as a disciple of the Sword Saint, if she can't win Gong Lin, who is a whole generation lower than herself, she is really sorry for the cowhide she once bragged.

In the center of the pavilion, Xiao Qingding slowly cooked a pot of tea, and the long smoke curled slightly, and the thick eyelashes cast a long shadow on the fair face. Unconsciously, Jing Che finished the whole volume of mantras, his eyes felt sour, and he raised his face to look at half of the sky through the hexagonal exquisite pavilion, the sun was over, and it was already noon.

The daylight is not rushing, and the snow is quiet, making it even colder.

She carefully put away the bamboo slips and snorted her frozen hands. I don't know if the master's return has awakened, but she can't wait to learn the sword, so she got up and went to find him.

I went to the front hall first, and the moment I opened the door of the hall, the cold wind swept in, and the empty hall was empty, and the white paper on the case that was not pressed by the paperweight rattled, and it instantly floated scattered to the ground.

Pick up the scattered paper and look at it a few times, but it is just a clean white paper, and half of the ink is not stained. The paper seems to have been spelled, inviolable, and used for messengers, and its contents must be kept secret and only for specific people.

I always feel that the master is a little abnormal recently, and I don't know what disturbs his old man's unruly heart.

Not in the front hall, that is in the room, Jing Che is turning around, the door of the palace "babble" opened and closed, seeing him stepping into the hall, his expression against the light could not be seen clearly, only listening to his casual tone: "Ah Che, here you are." ”

Putting the paper back on the table, she turned and nodded, and for a moment there was a little serenity on her face.

His gaze fell on the desk through her body, and the corner of the stack of white paper moved shallowly. He knew she saw it, and he didn't explain much. He deliberately hid her under his wings, and did not want her to get involved in these things, not only because of the three shocking Liuhe Divine Seals in her hands, but also out of a protective mentality.

The inextricable threads flashed in his heart, and the corners of his lips were already pulled up, and he said a little informally: "I just went to the Treasure Pavilion to pick out a weapon for you, since you are going to practice the Nine Traces of Sand, you can't always use broken copper and iron." ”

Broken copper and iron? Jing Che's face suddenly darkened. The sword she is using now is also Xiu personally helped her fight, although the power is lacking, but it is with a heart. He casually recklessly degraded to nothing......

Forget it, anyway, she also knows her master, looking at the attitude of the whole person who is unkempt and doesn't care about anything, in fact, he is very picky.

"Although the Nine Traces of Sand is a sword technique, it is not necessary to use a sword. Master picked out a fairy stick for you, named 'Daigo'. ”

"When Pangu did not divide the heavens and the earth, there were strange trees in the chaos. Billions of years to grow, hundreds of millions of years to bloom, billions of years to bear fruit, the fruit to fall into Daigo, the holder of this rod insight into heaven and earth, with all things. ”

Jing Che took Daigo. The whole body of the fairy stick is blue, and there is a transparent white shark pearl embedded in the top center, which is faintly surrounded by fairy light.

"Is there a connection between the sword and the rod?"

"It's almost the same. Moreover, the stick is more suitable for you to learn the Nine Marks Sand for the first time, and it will not affect your inheritance of the Longyuan White Sword in the future. ”

"I still want to inherit the Dragon Yuan White Sword?" When these words hit his ears, Jing Che instantly felt that his mission was sacred, and he was inexplicably nervous, "When?" ”

"Naturally, after I die." He said that the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Jing Che raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes were imprinted with his expression of not taking it seriously at all, and there was a sudden empty fear in his heart.

The fate of life and death has always come from heaven to time, but she never seemed to think about it, her god-like and powerful master will die one day, and she will inherit everything from him.

"Don't worry, it's estimated that it will be another hundred and eighty years-" He saw her sudden positive color, thinking that his words had scared her, and laughed informably, "Come to the back mountain to practice swords, it just doesn't snow." ”

Jing Che followed behind him with rare obedience, his mind was suddenly in a daze, and it seemed that he was still immersed in the problem of life and death.

began to teach the Nine Traces of Sand, the essence of the Sword Saint Gate is here, and the hundred miles of wind also have a rare seriousness, and every move inside and outside the sword is a serious move.

Jing Che has a solid foundation and high talent, but somehow he is a little out of state today.

Baili Fengma was not very satisfied, so he simply put away his sword and stood beside her, his slender fingers held her wrist holding the baton, helped her level, and said: "Qi runs through the whole body and converges between the sticks, and if it is not passed, the qi is condensed." ”

"Relaxation is the only way to breathe, Ah Che, don't be too tight at the wrist, you need to use the strength of your arm to drive the rod."

From a few feet away, he wrapped his arms around her arms, his fingers still clasped on her wrists to adjust her position. The calloused fingertips rub against the skin on the wrist through the thin fluff of the cuff. His hand seemed to be overwhelming with a characteristic heat, and her hand was cold and stiff in the cold wind.

One is cold and the other is hot, and the heat of the person is attacked behind him, the skin of the needle, and the hair of the sweat are solemn.

Unnaturally, his eyes were messed up, Jing Che thought about relaxing his wrists, but as soon as his knuckles took off his strength, the fairy stick came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

She paused in place for a moment and didn't move, and when she saw her awkward expression, she saw her awkward expression in the wind - Ah Che is so proud of her temperament, she has never been strict with herself, and she doesn't allow herself to fail.

He leaned over to help her pick up Daigo, put it in her hand, raised his eyebrows, and broke the stiff atmosphere with a smile: "What's the matter, I didn't eat enough for breakfast?" ”

Jing Che was asked by him, came back to his senses, was a little less embarrassed, and said anxiously and annoyedly: "You haven't eaten enough!" Come on! ”

[Note: Daigo's description is quoted from Fantasy Journey to the West.] 】