The night was even more chilly, and the ice and snow beside the abandoned well had frozen like a solid stone.

A small hand appeared on the edge of the well, and under the light of the imperial city lights, it was very white, even whiter than the ice and snow in the sky, as if it was colder.

With the strength of that little hand, the ice and snow shattered, and a little girl crawled out of the well, this picture really looks like a horror story.

The little girl stood in the snow, her breath met the air, and it turned into a mist of ice crystals, not because her breath was hot, but because it was too cold.

She was dressed in black, a little tattered, very old, and very eye-catching in this snow-white eye.

After hundreds of years, Squeak finally left the gloomy and extremely cramped underground world for her and came to the real world.

At this time, the world has long forgotten the rumored extraordinarily tyrannical Xuanfrost Dragon, and she is also full of strange feelings about the world at this time.

Her soul was once forcibly withdrawn from the dragon body by the Heavenly Sea Holy Queen, entered the black jade Ruyi, and accompanied Chen Changsheng to Zhou Garden, in those days, she had seen the streets and alleys of Kyoto, the green trees by the lake, the prosperity of Wenshui and the mountains under the twilight, but she was still unfamiliar with everything in front of her now.

At this time, she is not a wisp of spirit, but real and total.

Her bare feet could clearly feel the soft touch and warmth of the snow.

The ends of her hair can clearly feel the softness and comfort of the winter breeze.

She can see the real wind and snow with her own eyes instead of consciousness, she can even see the real starry sky behind the snow clouds, the stars that have not been seen for hundreds of years, it turns out that you are still in the same position, scattered with the same beautiful silver light, will the hometown of the Southern Islands still be the same as before?

The strangeness and the sense of reality kept entanglement and collision in her consciousness, and then turned into the most real cowardice.

She didn't know that in the near future she would become a new legend in the Terran world, although as a noble and powerful dragon, her existence was a legend to the Terrans, she was just afraid of this strange world.

-- This world is a world of people, a world full of people, and people are the objects of her greatest fear.

Whether noble or humble, strong or weak, life is at its most fragile, the most confused, and the most frightened, and it is always habitual to find the most familiar support, which may be a tree, a stone, a window, or a person.

Zhou Tong was already in a trance before he died, and he only knew how to climb to the north of the Terracotta Hutong.

There was only one person's name in her consciousness at this time, and that was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng was the most familiar and trusted life in the world, and for some secret reasons, she insisted that he was responsible for herself, so after she came back to her senses, she walked towards the Anglican College not far away without hesitation, stepping barefoot on the snow to make a clear trace.

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The Anglican Academy, as well as the adjacent Baicao Garden, are now heavily guarded. The Anglican cavalry and the imperial army blocked the entire block, and confronted each other silently according to their respective camps, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and no one knew what would happen in the next moment.

The situation in Kyoto is constantly changing, with the return of His Majesty the Pope to the sea of stars, the people's hearts do not know what to do, but people's judgment is slowly tilting towards the imperial court, the teachers and students of the National Education Academy keep leaving, and now the number of people left is less than one-third of the beginning, eighteen girls from Nanxi Zhai and Su Moyu naturally stayed, but they knew very well that they could no longer affect what happened next, and the two people who could really decide the outcome were under the big banyan tree by the lake at this time.

There is no sleep in Kyoto tonight, because many people know that the master and apprentice are in the final negotiations.

In the last few days, there has been a lot of snow, and the National Education Academy, like the rest of Kyoto, has accumulated a thick layer of snow, and the dead grass on the lakeside has been completely hidden, but the tips of some dead grass can be seen in the slightly raised places, giving people a particularly stubborn feeling.

The leaves of the big banyan tree had long since fallen, and the bare branches were still strong enough to withstand many people standing on it.

Chen Changsheng was not on the tree, but standing in the snow under the tree, because his teacher was also standing on the snow.

This was the first time that the master and apprentice had met since that early morning in the Tianshu Mausoleum. That time in the Shinto they passed by, as if they were strangers, and they didn't squint, but this time they really looked at each other, and they could clearly see how the other party had changed when they were in Xining Town.

Chen Changsheng is already the Pope, but he did not wear a divine robe, a divine crown, and a divine scepter, but wore the uniform of the National Religious Academy, and his black hair was meticulously combed, and then he knotted the simplest bun, and it was not a precious ebony fork that was fixed through the black hair, but an ordinary wooden chopstick.

Shang Xingzhou was full of black hair, no frost color, and he was also meticulously combed, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of nobility and calmness, indescribably chic and casual, but his clothes were also very simple, just a cyan robe, as if he was not really the first person in the world, but just an ordinary Taoist priest.

If someone sees this scene, they should have a feeling that this pair of master and apprentice is actually very similar in a sense, this resemblance is not only in appearance, but also in the deep indifference between the eyebrows and eyes and the sense of alienation hidden under the calm appearance.

Chen Changsheng was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He and the man standing across the snow hadn't spoken in years. For the cultivator, a few years is a very short time, but he always feels that it is a long time, and the memories of the old temple in Xining Town have become a little blurry, at least in some aspects.

He still clearly remembers the mottled marks on the wall after he removed the Daozang in the old temple, and he still clearly remembers the night before leaving, the senior brother fried four plates of green vegetables with different styles and tastes, and put a lot of garlic in one of them, but he forgot what he said to the master at the end.

At this time, Shang Xingzhou spoke.

"You were picked up by me from the stream, although I knew in advance that you would be in that stream, but without me, you were either drowned in the stream, or eaten by the old dragon, but in any case I saved your life, and I raised you, so your life is mine. ”

Tonight is the last night, and tomorrow will be a new day, a new day like countless days in the past, but it is the first day of the new world. This conversation in the snow will determine whether the people of Kyoto and the entire mainland will be able to usher in the new year with peace and joy as they have in the past.

No one could have imagined that the conversation would begin so abruptly and so forcefully that the opening remarks would sound like a closing word.