The sunlight was a handful of quiet snow, warm and cold, slanting from the shadows of the branches and trees into the sunset.

It was almost evening, and everything that should be taught was finished, and Jing Che learned decently, but Baili Fengma finally half-frowned and asked, "Ah Che, what's wrong with you today?" ”

Jing Che pretended to be confused: "What? ”

His eyes looked Jing Che up and down, and Baili Fengma was pulling his lips to speak, estimating what kind of sarcastic and poisonous words he was talking about, but he was interrupted by a voice from afar-

"Juggernaut!"

A white-clothed disciple descended with a sword, first bowed his hand, and then hurriedly handed over a brocade silk.

Baili Feng shook it out and looked at it, and finally took advantage of Jing Che's curious eyes to glance at it, and pulled it into his sleeve, still unpleasant: "I know." ”

The disciple didn't expect the Sword Saint to react like this, he raised his head and was stunned, and his anxiety froze on his face, but he didn't say anything, so he retreated.

Baili Fengma withdrew his sword, shook the snow, and said, "Let's practice again tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he left with his hands in his hands, and at the end he turned around and pulled his lips, and made up his mind, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Ah Che, learn slowly, it's not like you who are so anxious." ”

His patience has never been great, and lately he has been distracted. The board that was taught just now has lost patience. Jing Che was a little lost, but he squeezed away his leisurely steps with a proud and disdainful face, and walked ahead of him and returned to the room first.

In the second half of the night, the goose feather snow began to boil at some point, and the sky turned into pitch black intermittently, with different shades of ink.

The carved door creaked through the cracks, Jing Che wrapped his big coat tightly, and crept out cautiously.

The wind suddenly blew tightly, and the snow on his hair melted and flowed down his neck into his waistcoat, the ice was cold, and the heat was hot.

The fairy stick she was holding in her arms, and the shark bead in her heart was covered with a thin and clear light, illuminating an inch ahead, and the past was still endless darkness. I touched the back mountain all the way, unloaded the big gam and threw it on the railing of the pavilion, and sighed towards the palm of my hand.

She didn't want him to know, so she just felt out and practiced hard by herself.

Following his flowing swordsmanship in his memory, he learned every move with a nose and eyes, and the dense sword light path was beautiful, but it was a little less powerful.

After practicing several times, Ben's frozen body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the last style was missed, and Daigo came out of his hands and staggered into the snow.

Slightly annoyed, he grabbed his hair and leaned over to pick up Daigo, but his feet were floating and he fell headlong into the snow.

The head is really heavy, it seems that he has suffered from the wind cold, and the person is also sleepy, and he really wants to lie on his stomach in the cold snow like this and don't want to get up.

After a while, he struggled to get up, put the big coat on his arm, and didn't feel cold all the way through the messy wind and snow, and his body felt uncomfortable as if it was burning. She staggered to the apse pharmacy, grabbed a few pills from memory, and swallowed them in her mouth.

When he went back in the dark with sleepy eyes open, feeling that it was almost this one, Jing Che casually pushed the door and entered the room. I was too lazy to light candles and candles, and I just wanted to go back to bed and wrap myself in the quilt.

Suddenly I heard a low murmur, very unclear, like a vague sigh, as if calling someone's name: "Ah Xi......"

Mixed in the dark as if hallucinating, there seemed to be a loose smell of wine in the room, Jing Che paused and opened his eyes, and the movement was gone.

She didn't care, and wanted to go straight inside, but she was unceremoniously picked up by the back collar, and a voice with a sigh of relief: "Who?" ”

The sleeve wind rubbed a ball of flame and swung it out, hitting the wick of the candle. There was a slight thunderclap, and the room was torn out of light.

"Master?"

She was startled, and her mind cleared. Looking around in surprise, I realized that I had gone to the wrong room. This should be a room with a big lock on weekdays, and his own residence is still in the back row, and he is groggy at night, so he has missed a corridor and ran here by mistake.

It's just Master...... And how did it end up here? He's drinking again?

Before she could ask, he locked his eyebrows first, the candlelight in his eyes was shattered, revealing an elusive depth, and he pulled his lips viciously: "What are you doing here?" ”

The real ferocity in his tone flashed away, and she accurately captured it.

Jing Che subconsciously took a step away, only to feel that the master at this moment was like a lion guarding the position, lazily peeling off, and the undisguised deterrent power was revealed. And she was more sensitive to the fact that she was being treated as an outsider, isolated from his position.

A trace of cold wind came in from behind, and suddenly the hairs stood on end. I felt that it was a little cold to wear only one single coat, and I wanted to put on the big coat on my hand. But because of the solemn breath, he stiffened his head to hold back the trembling of his body, opened his eyes to escape from his cold eyes, and explained: "Isn't this house locked on weekdays, I took the wrong way in the dark, so I accidentally came in......"

His eyes were like rain stones under a deep pool, and there was a little coldness in his sudden smile. Her voice lowered, and she closed her mouth consciously, hearing him say without emotion, "Get out." ”

Jing Che looked at him in disbelief, and his eyes gradually welled up with grievance and anger.

It's just that he went to the wrong house, and it's already been explained, what else does he want? As for being so ruthless?

He didn't look at her at all, turned his back and walked towards the falling curtain. There seemed to be a statue in the tent in a black paste, and as soon as his gaze looked there, it seemed to become long and thin.

Jing Che's self-esteem was strongly frustrated, and he was extremely angry, so he casually copied the copper candlestick on the table and smashed it towards the back of Baili Fengjian, rubbing his angry voice and crying faintly: "What are you angry at me inexplicably!" ”

The candlestick was smashed, and with an unrestrained force, it struck the object behind the curtain.

With a pop, the ceramic shattered to the ground.

It was like a full house, and after a sound, everything was quiet, and suddenly the wind outside sounded, squeezing into the crack of the window, as if it was more energetic, and it was confused in the air like an auditory hallucination.

Out of the curtain gurgled a broken head, lying on its side on the ground, looking very strange. However, if you look closely, the face of this skull is not hideous, it turned out to be a porcelain statue of a woman, which was completely shattered by her.

Pieces of white porcelain sculptures are wrapped in the yellowish candlelight, motionless, like crying old faces.

It's all broken like this, and it shouldn't be able to be repaired. Jing Che was stunned, and his heart was slightly panicked.

Baili Fengjian stood still for a long time, turned his head, and his eyes were hidden with indescribable pain, which was a little thrilling.

"I-" The girl's panic was half-hidden between her eyebrows, and her fingers involuntarily pressed together, revealing a little apology.

"Get out."

Outside, the wind and snow became tighter, and thousands of wisps were like a rain of arrows. A layer of window paper is filled with candlelight and shadow, penetrating into a pair of peach blossom eyes, like a big drama starting, full of hues, and powdered on the stage.

"Isn't it just a broken porcelain sculpture! What are you dragging! She crossed without flinching, straightened her back and turned to leave.

"Bang" brought the door, and the bitter wind and rain poured on her.

When I returned to the room, I got up the quilt and fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was already the second day.

The eyes that were still pressing on him in his heart were real anger, and he seemed to be unable to get out.

A little aggrieved, a little ashamed. However, the matter has come to this, and the words have been put aside, and her proud nature does not allow her to apologize first.

Jing Che was so irritable that he hammered the quilt that was swelling with the air, and calculated that the agreed date with Gong Lin would be tomorrow, and he became more and more anxious.

However, at the thought of kowtowing to the loser - the fighting spirit came again in an instant. hasn't started yet, she can't be presumptuous, and lose her momentum first.

No matter what kind of temper he has in the wind, she can do it herself. I got up in a hurry, got up and washed, and took Daigo to practice swords. When I passed by the main hall, I glanced at it, but there was no one.

At this moment, a piece of paper with a curse floated from the desk and fixed it in front of her eyes.

"Descend for a few days." The dragon flies and the phoenix dances, which means in a nutshell.

"What's the matter-" The paper was crumpled and thrown to the side, Jing Che was lost and dissatisfied, his words choked in his throat, and he only said hatefully at the end, "Escape so fast, isn't it a man." ”

At this time, he sneezed in the cold wind in the hundred miles of wind far away in Yizhao Town. Flicking his frosty red nose, he walked briskly to the square in the center of the town.

Early in the morning, the snow beads are still hanging on the eaves, and it is supposed to be bustling to start a new day's life, but there are no people on the stone road. Separated by the thatched roofs, the source of the crowd could not be seen in the distance.

In recent years, Baili Kazuma has rarely come to Yizhao Town. I don't want to see the people in dire straits, and I feel powerless. Although the tribesmen live in the Northland, they are not clothed and fed, but they are still in a stretched strait. And this time he came to Yizhao Town, half out of necessity, half to cut off everyone's thoughts.

Yesterday evening, Mu Ye sent someone to send a secret letter, and the Seven Shadows encouraged tens of thousands of townspeople in Yizhao Town to gather in the square tomorrow and kneel down to pray for the birth of the Sword Saint.

It's like another wanted warrant for him. He was so entangled in his heart that he entered Yuxi's former room to sit opposite her porcelain sculpture for half the night. And from the fact that he was able to make a decision, he also thanked Jing Che for his sudden intrusion last night.

That was the only voice and smile he left about Yu Xi, but she was unreasonably smashed. At that moment, he angrily and painfully picked up a piece of the piece, and suddenly accepted it calmly when he realized that he couldn't put it together. Everything is irreparable. No matter how sorry I am, no matter how sorry I am, it just adds to the useless feeling.

He had an epiphany and knew that only by breaking it with his own hands could he break his thoughts. If he just doesn't answer everyone, he is giving everyone an expectation, and he can't stand the weight. Everyone thinks of him as a savior, but he understands that he is not. It wasn't before, and it can't be it now.

There is no god in the world, and mercy is only vain. Everyone who is alive today has countless lives on their bodies, and they are easily squandered, which is a shame to protect their predecessors to the death. This Yizhao Town is even more Jiahuang Mountain has fought hard to save the lives of a generation, and it must not risk letting the clansmen die again. Even if you survive for a hundred years in the suffering north, it is better than dying in humiliation under the knife of the Lincang dog thief.

So in the early morning he went down the mountain.

I had already walked to the square, and there were people everywhere I looked. Snow and dust accumulated on the ground in the middle of the night, and a pool of dirty ice water was piled up step by step.

I don't know who shouted, "The Sword Master is here!" Everyone turned their heads in unison.

"Juggernaut!" A man with a happy face walked down the stone steps, breaking through the crowd and hurrying over.

In the crowd, he saw clearly, it was the Seven Shadows.

He walked in front of him and knelt down with a fist clenched: "I implore the Sword Saint to come down the mountain and lead his people to fight side by side with the Restoration Army." ”

"I beg the Juggernaut to come down the mountain!"

"I beg the Juggernaut to come down the mountain!"

The sound wave waved, and the crowd of black oppressors knelt down towards him one after another.

The eyes of the hundred miles of wind swept over the ignorant children, the young woman holding the baby, the resolute man, and the old man with a bent waist, their devotion in the bottom of their hearts.

He looked silently into the distance. The rolling eaves still resemble a pair of huge wings, and there are countless long deep alleys under the wings, countless unspeakable days and dark skies.