The snow is drifting, and there is no indescribable loneliness.

A heavy snowfall came as soon as it was said, and the whole sky was white.

The tattered street, like an unopened carpet of snow, was cold to the bone.

Poof...... Poof......

On the thin snow, someone was walking, and the snow boots were covered with snow, stepping on a pit that was not deep or shallow, and then pulling it out with great force.

The woman was wrapped in a thick sweater and wrapped her body tightly, it was too cold.

When she finally saw the Wei River, she smiled slightly.

She wore a veil and walked along the road, her gaze slowly moving from the Wei River to the inconspicuous medical hall.

Knock Knock......

Knock Knock......

"Is anyone there?"

Mo Shen woke up from his sleep, put on his army-green thick robe, and squeaked open the door.

The cold wind was blowing in his face, and before he could raise his head, he blurted out, "The medical hall is closed." ”

"Is Uncle Yu Wen here?"

She seemed to want to poke her head into the house to see what was going on.

However, Mo Shen moved his body and blocked in front of her, holding the other side of the door with one hand, sealing the entire door.

"No, please go elsewhere for medical treatment. ”

Mo Shen tried his best to be polite, after all, when he came to visit on a snowy day, there must be something urgent.

She rubbed her frozen red nose and said, "I'm not here to seek a doctor, I'm here to seek refuge with Uncle Yu Wen." ”

Mo Shen glanced at her in surprise, but unfortunately the veil blocked her face, and she couldn't see the other party's expression clearly.

He asked suspiciously, "Uncle Yu Wen?"

She nodded hurriedly, and a small hand that was purple from the cold pointed to the inside of the room, "Can I go in and talk about it? It's too cold outside." ”

When the two returned to the house, Mo Shen closed the door and lit the brazier on the side casually, which warmed up.

After some inquiry, I finally learned that the other party was a distant relative of Uncle Yu, in the east of Shudi, in the border area where wars are frequent.

"This is a letter written by my father, which was supposed to be addressed to Uncle Yu. ”

She took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Mo Shen.

The letter was written very long, and Mo Shen divided the content of the letter into two paragraphs, one was a reminiscence, and the other was a request.

Knowing with reason, moving with emotion.

The content of the letter was completely fine, but Mo Shen vaguely felt a little unnatural.

After pouring a cup of freshly burned tea for the other party, he read the letter twice, and the feeling still lingered, but he couldn't point out what was wrong when he insisted on saying something.

"Let's not talk about it, in my opinion, it is impossible for Uncle Yu to keep you living permanently, even if he is willing, there is no chance now. ”

Murong Ruyan said: "Why?"

Mo Shen looked at the lonely pot of seven-colored lotus outside the window, and his heart seemed to be empty.

"He's gone. ”

His voice was soft and light......

However, she didn't want to ask where the person had gone as Mo Shen thought, she just pursed her lips and replied, "I'll wait for him to come back." ”

The corners of Mo Shen's mouth twitched slightly, turned his head, and said in a mocking tone: "That will have to wait for a long time." ”

"Then I'll wait. She said stubbornly.

Mo Shen's eyes stared at her, but the veil hid everything, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or false.

He looked into her eyes, trying to find something inside.

The two looked at each other......

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Time seemed to stand still, but the snowflakes outside the window were still drifting.

After all, Mo Shen still looked away, threw down a sentence and turned away, "Whatever you want." ”

His footsteps stopped in front of the door, "Wait, you can wait for yourself." ”

He pushed the door open, then slammed it shut.

Bang!!!

She was stunned, looked at the door that seemed to be closed with a tantrum, and shook her head slightly.

"Little kid temper. ”

She was alone in the house, talking alone.

She gently took off the veil, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, her facial features were delicate and carved, the kind of elegant and quiet beauty, looking back and smiling.

Mo Shen outside the door, walking alone on the road, the road that has been walking for ten years has inexplicably become long.

Things that come too early often make people at a loss, just like this sudden heavy snowfall, which makes Mo Shen's original plan extremely difficult.

It was still early in the morning, and it was the first snow, and a few yellow-haired children who were not afraid of the cold built snowmen on the side of the road.

Everything suddenly fell into a dream, Mo Shen's footsteps slowed down, and he came to the loess in the south of the city.

The Martyrs' Garden in Xishu.

Most of the people in it, Mo Shen didn't know, and he didn't have the heart to know.

It's just that next to the newly erected tombstone, there is a sharp sword, an extremely familiar sword.

Mo Shen slowly raised his left arm, which was full of strangeness, and then hid it in his clothes, hiding it very deeply, he didn't want people to find out that the person buried in the loess had replaced his arm with his life.

For Mo Shen, that memory lingers.

It was already a ridiculous thing to scream while watching the battle and almost lose his life.

What's even more unacceptable is that the arm on the splicing is still the same person, not only that, but Mo Shen can even sense that a stream of blood that does not belong to him is flowing in his body.

It was also this blood containing pure energy that helped him break through the lifeline of his cultivation.

Extremely complicated feelings, his eyes were confused.

The deep eyes stared at the ancient moon sword that was straight in front of the tombstone, indescribable feelings, indescribable grievances and hatreds.

Stopped in the distance, and when the endless noise sounded in the distance, Mo Shen came to his senses.

After all, I still didn't step into the cemetery, not because I didn't want to, but since the sword could be thrown there unscrupulously, I was not afraid of others taking it, and I must have sent someone to guard it, and if I got too close, it would obviously cause some unnecessary trouble.

Along a small road outside the cemetery, which is the most marginal official road in Xishu, there are very few people walking here except for the officials' carriages.

However, the official's carriage rarely appears on this official road, after all, it is the only way to Juxianzhuang.

Juxianzhuang, a place where inward cultivators live.

Anyone who has an official position of seven grades or more can be rewarded with a residence in the national capital, but the cultivators who enter the court as officials are mostly rewarded to Juxianzhuang.

Xiling Academy is subordinate to the Shu Academy, and the tutor and academician in the academy are naturally regarded as officials.

Along the road, there are thick leaves on both sides of the tree, and it is said that this tree is a plant introduced from the polar region of Nanban, and it is extremely vigorous, and it is a variety unique to Nanban.

This tree is green all year round, rarely has fallen leaves, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, come here to view, are full of leaves, so it is also called a full leaf tree.

Its dense and prosperous vitality is planted on the road of Juxianzhuang, which has a unique meaning.

When Mo Shen came to Juxian Village, there were no guards in front of the village, so there was no need for it, even the blind rogues did not dare to come here to make trouble.

Juxianzhuang is very spacious, with hundreds of courtyards located in it, and the houses are like elegant.

Follow the line of sight to the right, it is a relatively remote corner, but Academician Feng's door is here.

Six years ago, Mo Shen went to Xiling Academy for the first time to participate in the selection, which was the qualification tested by Academician Feng.

In the past six years, Academician Feng has gone from a senior mentor to an elder figure of Xiling Academy.

And Mo Shen is still just an ordinary person.

Today, he came here to recover the debt that God owed him for six years.