Chen He still sighed from time to time later.

"I shouldn't have parked the Tianyan car at the bottom of the mountain."

It was the first time for this young man of Xianyun Yehe to feel so melancholy, even when he left Huaidu, he probably never felt so sad.

Sitting at the door of the small courtyard covered with snow crossed and his cheeks crossed, he looked at the icicles that had congealed for an unknown number of years hanging in the thick alley where the deer chirped.

"I'm stupid, really."

"I just knew it would be difficult to go up the mountain, but I didn't think that there would be a heavy snowstorm at Amiji Temple, and the way down the mountain would be buried......"

"When I was standing on the mountain and suddenly felt very cold, I thought, it's broken, I'm afraid it's not bad for the snowstorm, and when I turned around, I saw the frightening snowflakes falling down...."

"I want to beg Zhuang Baiyi to help me find my car, but he can't wake up by himself, senior brother, you have lost your sword intent....."

"I'm so stupid, I'm really ....."

"......" Nande curled up in his big padded jacket and looked silently at Chen He, who was sitting at the gate of the courtyard and talking to himself—he seemed to have become some chattering old woman.

"I'm so stupid, really, I just knew it would be hard to go up the mountain....."

Chen He muttered sadly.

"I thought I would take the Tianyan car around for the rest of my life......"

Nan Dequ felt that his ears were calloused, sighed, and said, "You and Peking University.... Well, His Majesty Luming seems to be in good shape, why don't you let him help get your Tianyan car back? ”

Chen He finally ended the rambling and repetition, shook his head, and said: "Although it looks okay, and he didn't lock us up, but arranged a small courtyard in the city, but you also know that the relationship with him is okay, in fact, it was never me Chen He, but Nandao." In other words, he just felt guilty about his mistakes that caused the boy to become lame. ”

It was the first time that Nan Dequ heard Chen He talk about this, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What is this?" ”

Chen He probably remembered some things at the beginning, and instead of being immersed in the loss of his beloved car, he laughed and said, "Wasn't there a person named Hua Wuxi in Nanyi City at the beginning?" His brother is the son of Beiwu Dao, and Nandao probably offended the young man, so he planned to partner with Beitai and kill him. As a result, the young master of Peking University was not half of his business, and his leg was broken halfway, and even Nandao was also broken in the middle, which led to the two never seeing each other again....."

Nandequ listened silently.

In the year 1,000 and 3 of the Great Wind Calendar, this Sword Sect disciple really rarely went out, and some of the things in Nanyi City were probably only known to Chen Huaifeng and Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's just that it was last year, and I don't know why, but this sword cultivator feels as if it's far away.

.......

Maybe it's really far away.

Chen He's Tianyan car was actually recovered.

It's just that it has been left in the hands of Beitai.

This young man, who had already put on an ancient road robe as his imperial robe, was sitting in the wheelchair of Tianyan Che, tilting his head and looking at the wind and snow in the world.

Bai He stood aside with a strange expression, looking as if he was in a wheelchair, and he could return to the same young master of Peking University as before.

It's just that there are probably some things that are really far away.

The two teenagers in Nanyi City, after the story of a certain spring, went to two unrelated roads, and have not heard from the world since.

Beitai sat in a wheelchair and watched melancholy for a long time, and then said softly: "Where is Nandao now, do you know?" ”

Bai He thought for a moment and said softly, "It seems to be in the East China Sea." ”

The woman in a plain Taoist skirt smiled slightly and said, "He seems to be okay, the name of the fine snow sword does sound pretty good." ”

"Snow Sword?"

Beitai sat in a wheelchair and looked up at the woman holding an umbrella beside her.

"It seems that the East China Sea Sword Cultivator didn't win against him when he asked for the sword, so he asked for the name of the fine snow sword."

"What realm?"

"Ascending the Five Realms?"

Bai He is actually a little uncertain, after all, the story of such a teenager has nothing to do with the story in such a country of wind and snow.

After leaving Nanyi City, Beitai, who was a little moody, had a lively look on his face at the moment.

"That kid is amazing."

Bai He looked at Beitai silently, in the expression of such a young man, there was probably a lot of envy.

It's just that he didn't say it, and Bai He didn't ask.

Beitai stood up from the wheelchair with a smile, took the umbrella from Bai He's hand, limped back a few steps on the Fengxue Palace Road, and looked at the two wheelchairs that had been cobbled together - one was from Nandao, and Mr. Mei of the Hanging Yuan Yuan got it for him after he knew that Nandao had broken his leg, and the other one was naturally from Beitai.

It may indeed be a bit embarrassing to say.

Such two friends who had a very short-lived relationship, in the end, were wheelchairs that they had sat in after their broken legs, but they were running in the world intimately.

"Actually, at the beginning, I guessed that he was not an ordinary person, but I thought he would be called a wheelchair sword or a peach blossom sword. I really can't guess the name of the fine snow sword. ”

Bai He was silent for a while, and said softly, "I heard that it's because of the fine snow on his sword. ”

Beitai smiled softly and said, "I just remember that there are a lot of magnolia flowers on his sword. ”

Bai He didn't say anything more, Beitai stood in the wind and snow with an umbrella, and after a long time, he said softly: "Actually, I know something, not because there is fine snow on his sword, but because there is wind and snow under his umbrella." ”

The young man turned his head, looked at the east side of the world, and said slowly: "When we didn't go to Huaidu yet, we were still in the world, and when we made a detour to the East China Sea, I heard about it, and I knew it earlier than the world knew - when I heard the wind and snow in Nanyi City that covered Daze like the people of the world, I guessed that it was the South Island. ”

Beitai lowered his head, stepped on a thick layer of snow, and walked casually on the palace road.

"Speaking of which, in fact, the two of us are the same, both of us are people who live in the wind and snow, probably the difference is that his wind and snow are under the umbrella, and mine is ....."

This young master of Peking University, who will probably ascend the throne soon, looked up at the ordinary umbrella and the ordinary wind and snow outside.

"My wind and snow are outside the umbrella."

"Such a wind and snow, the Beijia has endured for nearly a thousand years."

Beitai chuckled softly, but there always seemed to be some irony in that smile.

"Jiang Zhuyu told me a few days ago about a small matter after I left Jidu, about the little thing about His Majesty the Emperor."

"The old man always seemed to think that people like us had not experienced a long period of wind and snow, so we didn't understand the pain of living in the snow."

Beitai let go of the umbrella in his hand, and the ancient Taoist robe under the umbrella hunted and moved in the wind and snow, but standing here, it was still not a Taoist, just a young, angry emperor.

"But I know a lot more than they do, and I am much more profound."

Kitadai quietly watched the heavy snow falling.

"Our wind and snow, outside the umbrella, are also in our hearts."

Bai He didn't say anything, just walked over silently, picked up the umbrella that had been thrown on the palace road by Beitai, and rolled in a mess, and propped it up again on top of Beitai's head.

"It's all gone, Your Majesty."

The Qingtian Dao woman said in a gentle voice.

Beitai stretched out his hand to hug her, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes." ”

......

It took a lot of effort to finally stand on the top of the distant mountains for a long time under those alpine winds and snows, and the white-clothed monk who picked up his ears stood on the top of the distant mountains for a long time, looking at the Luming Imperial Capital under the aurora.

The dying mayfly sat to the side and looked up at the great monk in confusion.

"I heard that the Northern Prince in there is about to become emperor, why is the master still watching here?"

"Amitabha."

The white-clothed monk folded his hands and sang a Buddha horn, and then said calmly: "The emperor of Luming has never been hereditary, whoever can do it, who can do it, I am not here to watch, do I still have to go to the extreme capital to watch?" ”

Ming Mayfly hung his head and thought about it for a long time, probably not understanding something, and after a long time, he slowly asked, "Could it be that Master Fei doesn't know what he is going to do?" ”

The white-clothed monk let go of his hand and touched his ear—it was probably the ear that had just begun to be connected, and the wound was a little itchy, so he scratched it seriously.

"Of course I know, he is waiting for an opportunity to send troops from Luming and take Huaidu directly."

"If the master knows, why can he still say such things?"

The white-clothed monk thought for a while and said seriously: "Such a thing, think about it, there is no sin. Unless he puts it into action. ”

Ming Mayfly smiled, looked back at the east of the wind and snow, and said softly: "Huangliang secession, rebellion in the south, diversion of the demon clan, Huaidu has to take care of too many things now, such an opportunity is in front of me, if I am Beitai, I will also think about whether this is the only opportunity in this life - this is already something that is almost on the surface." If it is really put into action, does the master think it is too late? ”

The white-clothed monk stood on the top of the snowy mountain, smiled slightly, and folded his hands again, revealing an extremely strong muscle.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet, the donor, the poor monk ......"

"It's a warrior in the world."

"300,000 Qingjia, if you want to pass through the Luming Snow Field, you naturally need to pass the poor monk first."

Ming Mayfly was silent for a long time, raised his head and looked at the great monk silently, as if he finally understood something, and said softly: "It turns out that that day in front of Ami Temple, the master chanted in a low voice, was praying for His Majesty's blessing?" ”

The white-clothed monk smiled softly and said, "You were the first to guess." ”

Ming Mayfly sighed and said, "After all, the master is guarding Huangliang, but he ignores Zhuang Baiyi's entry into Ami Temple, which can't help but make me think about something more." ”

The white-clothed monk didn't say anything more, looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around and lifted the Ming mayfly, heading towards the east of the wind and snow.

Although the land of deer roaring wind and snow, although it is remote, it is not a small country in the world, this western snow country has always been extremely broad, with high mountains and flat rivers, and endless.

It's just that such a big monk is taking steps, one mountain at a time.

You must know that this is not in the Taoist world of the world of rites, even if it is a Ming mayfly who can do one of the three major thaumaturgy in the world, he was held in the hands of the great monk, looking at the sudden changes in the world of wind and snow, and said in amazement: "It seems that the master is not an honest person. Isn't it said that the family doesn't speak? Why did the master repeatedly deny that he was able to do anything? ”

The great monk walked in the wind, snow, mountains and rivers, but said with a smile: "The poor monk is indeed a disciple of Buddhism, but he cares about his family and country, how can he be a monk?" If the monks don't speak, what does it have to do with the poor monks? ”

Ming mayfly was lifted in the wind and snow like a little chicken, sighed melancholy, and said, "The master is really shameless." ”

The great monk smiled and said nothing.

......

It is undeniable that even if the great monk does know the six links of Buddhism, it still took most of the day to walk from the vicinity of the wind and snow pole, across the mountains and rivers, to the wind and snow mountain pass at the beginning of the Luming story.

What's more, he also mentioned a person.

The mayfly was casually thrown to the opposite cliff, while the great monk sat down there panting, calming his suffering.

The mayfly was thrown away, and it was finally able to struggle and return to the most comfortable position, but at this time it couldn't help but sigh.

"I knew that when the master entered the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of my hand that day, I stayed here honestly."

The mayfly looked at the fresh blood that had just begun to spit out on his body.

"It can also avoid the tragic situation of falling around."

The white-clothed monk raised his eyes and glanced at the bright mayflies on the other side, and said calmly, "What's the point of you telling me?" You should say it to yourself that day, or earlier, you should say it to yourself who has not yet stepped into the wind and snow. ”

Ming Mayfly thought seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "If it is really possible, then I will probably only say - Ming Mayfly, Ming Mayfly, you must be careful, when you see that white-clothed monk, you must remember to turn around and run, you can't beat him." ”

The white-clothed monk sighed and said, "This is probably obsession and unrepentance, but none of you have a young man who can see clearly." ”

Ming mayfly said with a strange expression: "Boy, what boy? ”

The white-clothed monk turned his head to look to the east of the Wind and Snow Mountain Pass, and the Ming mayfly also looked over, and sure enough, in the faint wind and snow, there was a short figure crawling there with difficulty.

Ming Mayfly looked at the young man in surprise, and after a long time, he said softly: "It turns out that this is the master's destined person?" ”

The white-clothed monk raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Are you a little disappointed? ”

Ming Mayfly said sincerely: "It's not disappointment, the master's fist, I can't say the word disappointed, but..... cough cough cough .... But I was surprised. ”

This Nanchu Lingwu, who obviously didn't have a few days to live, struggled, climbed towards the edge of the cliff, lay on the edge of the cliff, squinted his eyes and looked at the figure in the wind and snow seriously for a long time, and confirmed that he was not mistaken, and then said in amazement: "I didn't think that the master's destined person would be a Huangliang person." ”

The white-clothed monk looked at Ming Mayfly with some surprise, and said softly, "How do you know that he is a Huangliang person and not a Huai'an person?" ”

The appearance of the young man in the wind and snow became clearer and clearer.

Ming Mayfly sneered and said, "When has the master ever seen a Huai'an person with such a pious gaze?" ”

"There are only Huangliang people, living at the end of the story of gods and ghosts, although they are cultured by the Hanging Temple, but the belief heritage that has been inherited in the earth and blood for thousands of years will still make us maintain fear and reverence for gods and ghosts, so on top of the posture and demeanor of etiquette, we have the integrity and piety that Huai'an people cannot have."

This Nanchu Spirit Witch said, raised his head with great difficulty, looked at the sky above the wind and snow, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Even if the goddess has left the world again. Such a gesture will still be forgotten for a long millennium. ”

The white-clothed monk just smiled softly and said, "Where it can be used for a thousand years, a hundred years is enough." ”

The mayfly seemed to look at the monk on the other side of the cliff with some puzzlement.

This great monk with a high realm of martial arts and virtues reverently saluted His Majesty to the north of the world.

"The story of Yun Zhongjun is much easier to tell than the story of Xue Zhongjun. Once the two sides of the strait are no longer separated, the benefactor and the belief of Huangliang will eventually be blended into the folk customs of the Gale Dynasty. ”

The mayfly fell silent.

The great monk didn't pay attention to this Nanchu spirit witch anymore, sang a low Buddha horn, stood up from the top of the cliff, and looked at the young man who walked under the wind and snow mountain pass in a daze, looked up at the dying spirit witch on the left, and looked at the smiling big monk with sores on the ear on the right, so as to look a little overwhelmed young man.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been waiting here for a long time."

The great monk's words were probably not wrong, as can be seen from the scars of the ugly chilblains on his ears.

The boy seemed a little panicked, and subconsciously stepped back.

It's just that the white-clothed monk who was still on the cliff suddenly appeared under the cliff, and in front of the young man, he stepped on the snow marks that the young man had just stepped on.

The boy's eyes widened in shock as he watched the incredible scene.

It's just that such a monk doesn't seem to have any malice, which made the young man dispel the idea of turning around and running, standing there and hesitating for a long time, before he clumsily imitated the posture of the great monk, folded his hands, bowed his head respectfully, and said softly: "Big.... The master is in.... Waiting for me? ”

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly.

"Since you asked me, then naturally I am waiting for you, but it is not that I am waiting for you, there is a fate, there is something else."

The boy didn't seem to understand the meaning of such a sentence.

The white-clothed monk just smiled and sang the Buddha name, then stretched out his right hand and spread it out in front of the young man.

Such a white stone that had made a black-robed sword cultivator search for a long time and paid an extremely heavy price for it appeared quietly in front of the young man.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand, and easily lifted the white stone under the incredible gaze of a certain spirit witch on the high cliff.

"What is this?"

The white-clothed monk, who was not a monk, smiled slightly.

"It's a stone, it's just a fate with you. What is your name? ”

"Zhao is happy."

The young man's mind was on the small white stone, and he said very casually.

"My name is Zhao Xingxing, master."