The snow shines on the mountain city and the jade finger is cold,

A voice of Qiang complained about the building.

Jiangnan several degrees of plum blossom hair,

People have been spotted in their temples.

Dotted with stars, the moon clusters,

Reverse the river into the cup plate.

Three thousand songs of Hanlin Fengyue,

Send it to Wu Ji and hold back tears......

......

It is another snowy winter, the flowers and trees all over the mountains and fields are all covered with a layer of white sorrow, accompanied by the whistling north wind, "babbling" humming the song of breaking the intestines.

For millions of people, it's just a winter day like every year in the past.

But for Xiao Lai, this winter is particularly dignified and long.

He left the bed early every day and came to the bamboo garden of the meditation room alone to see the mountains, from the golden red of the mountains to the withering of all things, until now, the mountain scenery of snowflakes flying.

It wasn't until the sun went down that he dragged his weak body back to the wing room step by step.

Day after day, day after day.

Just because this winter may be his last winter.

At this time, Xiao is no longer the high-spirited, full of spring breeze teenager, now he has been emaciated by the torture of illness and inhuman shape, he used to laugh at Qi Zehui is a thin monkey, and now he is also withered, languishing, like an eighty-year-old man with only a handful of bones left.

And the "poison pill" in his dantian that came out of nowhere, as if it had absorbed his essence and blood, grew more and more full and round, and there was already an obvious round bulge on the abdomen.

Qi Zehui saw all this in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, facing his good brother who was about to return to Jiuquan, he could not do anything other than pain and remorse.

He had already taken the mended wheat straw sparrow and asked the abbot of the dust and the big monks in the temple, but no one knew the origin of the thing, and what the old man had left in Shaolin.

The government is declining, the rivers and lakes are turbulent, and the witnesses of the past for more than ten years are now also the death of the dead and the retreated, and they can no longer find half a trace. The Shaolin monks of the "Zhi" generation, except for the Zhijue Master who passed away not long ago, the rest are only a few old people who are wandering outside, but they don't know when they will return.

Fortunately, Master Chen's father also gave enough face to the beggars, and made it clear that as long as Xiao Qi and the others were willing, they could live in the Han Temple for as long as they wanted. And Qi Zehui, who has completely lost his direction and goal, has no intention of going down the mountain again, he just wants to quietly accompany his good brother to spend this last, short and long winter.

On this day, the heavy snow stopped, and a round of warm winter appeared in the sky above the Shaolin Temple, covering the snow all over the ground with a thin golden veil.

Master Lichen once said that the toxins on Xiao's body are too cold, and if he can bask in the sun more, it will be excellent.

So whenever the sky was clear, Qi Zehui would support the weak Xiao and walk to the open place of the temple, hoping that some miracle would happen to the latter who was illuminated by the sun.

Xiao's body is not angry, and today, it has reached the realm of needing crutches to support it.

"Deputy helmsman Qi, and accompanied Brother Xiao out to see the snow?"

A heroic voice with some flattery broke Xiao Qi Errao's silence.

Xiao didn't move, but Qi Zehui subconsciously turned his head and saw a green-faced man standing under the corridor on the side, waving at him, so he had to smile politely:

"Yes, Brother Ann is also out for a walk?"

Since the emperor list came out, there has been turmoil, and many knights have begun to be restless in order to find the traces of the red-faced old devil. This Shaolin, which is far above Songshan Mountain, is also unavoidable, and among the north and south wings, there are more than just Xiao Qi and his family.

For example, the An brother in front of him is the famous "Shuofeng Knife" An Rushan in the rivers and lakes, and the "Shuofeng Knife Technique" with thick and thin, rigid and soft has allowed him to gain a firm foothold in the rivers and lakes, and he is already a second-rate master.

In addition, there are also Shanxi Haojie "Blue Blood Gun" Xue Dehuan, Saibei Langren "Whip" Cui Cheng, as well as the famous thief couple Wen Jie and Li Yan couple, who also stayed in the temple Zheng Fengxue non-stop, I am afraid that he will not leave.

In this world full of sophistication, making friends is also a no-brainer. These people have lived in the wing of the Shaolin Temple since a beggar gang of Qi deputy helmsman, as soon as they are free, they come to grind hard bubbles, shush the cold and ask for warmth, hoping to be familiar.

Although Qi Zehui was a little bored, firstly, he represented the face of the beggar gang here after all, and he could not be easily angered; secondly, these people were not good, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he had to go to the appointment two or three times out of ten invitations, and most of them were forced to smile in the past, and he came back with a tired face.

It is only now that he understands that the world of adults is not so happy, chic and happy on the surface.

"No, it's Brother Xue and Brother Cui who came in and felt that their martial arts were a little dull, so they asked me to go over and have a fight in the martial arts arena," An Rushan said with a smile, "How about it?"

"I ......" Qi Zehui frowned, if he was invited over to talk and eat, he would naturally be reluctant in every way, but if he was learning martial arts, he did just like it, which made him feel a little excited.

But he looked at Xiao Xiao, who had an indifferent expression on the side and was looking at him with a daze, and still sighed lightly, shook his head and refused:

"No, no, it's rare to have the sun today, so let me accompany my brother. ”

"That's it......" An Rushan looked at the skinny Xiao, a trace of imperceptible contempt and annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he didn't show it immediately, so he had to arch his hand and said:

"It's okay, Vice Helmsman Qi is really a person who values love and righteousness, so I won't bother the two of you below......"

Then he turned and departed, and went on his way.

Qi Zehui breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue to be stunned, but he heard Xiao Yan speak:

"Go ahead, I'll just sit here alone. ”

Qi Zehui was stunned when he heard this, then waved his hand and smiled: "No, no, no, I'll still accompany ......."

"What to accompany?" Xiao chuckled softly, "Even if I'm dying, I won't be right now—you go, I don't know you yet......?"

"No, no, no," Qi Zehui shook his head, "The road is slippery, I'm really not at ease if I leave you here alone......"

Xiao shook his head, pretending to be angry, and said: "If you are told to go, I will not be in a situation where I can't walk! I will sit for a while, and when I am tired, I will go back to my room to rest, and there will be any mistakes in the distance of a few steps?"

When Qi Zehui heard this, his heart was the same, so he was no longer entangled, and after repeatedly telling him not to be greedy, he walked in the direction of the martial arts arena and turned back step by step.

After Qi Zehui's figure completely disappeared from view, Xiao put away his relaxed and casual expression and slowly moved to a collapsed courtyard wall.

Under your feet, there is an abyss of dozens of feet, and just by looking at it, you can feel the fear and chill from the heart.

But he turned a deaf ear, and on crutches, he walked slowly on his own, until the snow under his feet loosened, and a few pieces of dirt and debris left the embrace of the earth, and the "bones" rolled down.

Ordinary people have to gasp for breath when they walk in, but Xiao slowly closed his eyes, and one foot had already stepped out, suspended in mid-air

He didn't want to live in such pain, sinking in the torment of illness.

Instead of living like this, it is better to jump down and get to know yourself happily.

The tree beside him shook, and Xiao's robe suddenly bulged, as if even the cold wind was encouraging him and encouraging him to end his short, bleak and tragic life.

"Then die. "His heart.

Anyway, he is already like this, and there is nothing in the world that he deserves to worry about.

"Hey—"

"Hah-"

"Huh-"

"Hey—"

Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, which attracted his attention.

It was a disciple of the thirty-sixth room, who was practicing hard work on the snowy earth, naked.

I miss it so much...... Listening to this loud shout, as well as the faint sound of accusation and scolding, Xiao's mind couldn't help but spin rapidly with the wheel of time, returning to those days in the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion.

The lively and lovely sister, the gentle and considerate sister, the brothers who always love to tease him, and the stern father but deeply concerned about him...... Don't ask Master.

It was a great time...... The corners of Xiao's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly with the memories, but tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

I don't know, Master, Master, and Mother, are they doing well?

My sister is so cute, now that she has grown up, is she more beautiful?

If they saw their own appearance, they might feel so distressed......

Xiao suddenly remembered that Liu Wanfeng's eldest brother had once said that his "Mo Family Boxing Method" was a simplified Shaolin Changquan, and if he had the opportunity to go to Shaolin, he would definitely let those monks guide him, and he would make great progress.

It's a pity that with his current body, even if he invites all the heads of the eight major sects to teach him, what can he do?

Not to mention avenging the undead in Niujia Village, it has become a fantasy......

Xiao thought so, and felt more and more aggrieved and sad in his heart.

He wanted to shout loudly at the white snowfield, but he couldn't even say a few more words.

But in any case, he had decided to go there and take a look, to see the source of this martial arts, the vigorous posture of those warrior monks.

The right is to remember the dead self......

So Xiao retracted his foot, turned away, and paced slowly to the sound.

However, he forgot one thing, this is the Shaolin Temple, not an ordinary temple in an ordinary place.

Covering an area of 12,000 acres and 5,000 large meditation rooms, even a local would not dare to say that he was familiar with it, and he was just a newcomer to the country, and soon got lost between the brick walls mottled with red paint and like a labyrinth.

The shouting went round and round, as if it was about to leave, but it never approached, and the more it went, the farther it went, so that it could not be heard later.

Xiao couldn't help but be a little impatient, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't find the way, so that he made another mistake with his old problem, and he coughed heavily while holding on to a stone pillar, and black phlegm and blood sprayed on the ground, rippling out a rose-shaped blood flower.

He turned left and right, blaming himself for not remembering the place on the road while trying to find his way back.

Finally, in front of a weedy, deep and barren Buddhist hall, he crooked his crutches in his hand, sat down on the ground exhausted, and gasped for breath.

After a long time, the discomfort gradually subsided, Xiao barely cheered up, and looked around, the unfamiliar environment, the unfamiliar building, there was no place that was not unfamiliar.

Eventually, he fixed his gaze on the ancient, mottled Buddha statue and never looked away.

Xiao looked at the Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue was also looking at him.

A sense of pity and pity arose spontaneously.

Xiao involuntarily straightened up, as if there was a force in the darkness, making him fold his hands, gently put them on his chest, close his eyes, slow down his breathing, and the spiritual platform was empty.

He didn't know how to recite scriptures, but even just reciting "Amitabha" at this time made him feel very relieved.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, but found that at some point, there was an old monk beside him who was gently sweeping the snow.

When the old man saw him, he stopped what he was doing, and smiled at the latter, his eyebrows were extremely thick and long, more than his beard, and even when he laughed, he covered his eyes, and had an inexplicable solemn blessing

"The air is so cold, and this place is so lonely, the old master is willing to clear the snow here, he must be a truly sincere person......" Xiao sighed as he looked at the old monk's red hands.

"Amitabha, the donor is standing up for his sick and weak body, traveling in the snow, meditating in a cluster, how can he not be sincere?" the old monk recited the Buddha's name and said.

"How dare you dare, I don't hide it, I wanted to see the demeanor of the Shaolin monks, but I didn't want to get lost and come here," Xiao said with a wry smile, "It's good that the old master doesn't recognize me as a weirdo who broke into the forbidden place of Buddhism." ”

"The donor smiled, if the donor wants to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, then coming here, it's really the opposite......" The old monk smiled, put down the broom, and stepped forward to gently help Xiao up.

Only then did Xiao feel that the old monk's red hands were not caused by the cold, but because of the active qi and blood, a vibrant atmosphere, and the feeling of contact was very warm.

Xiao couldn't help but be very surprised, and couldn't help but admire at the moment, arched his hand at the old man with difficulty, and said:

"I don't think I've ever seen my master......"

The old monk smiled and said indifferently: "There are thousands of Shaolin disciples, and the old monk is just an insignificant piece of sand in the vast sea of people, and the donor has never seen it is natural." Seeing that the donor wants to see the disciples practice martial arts, could it be that the donor also has studied martial arts?"

Xiao was stunned, shook his head and said: "I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be, but I have been in contact with it a little before the onset of the disease." ”

"If the donor wants to see it, the old man can show the donor the way. ”

"Thank you, but you don't have to," Xiao sighed, "The younger person is naturally not tired of going again, and I would like to ask you for your advice, master, how to go back." ”

"It's fine. The old monk nodded, so he accompanied Xiao and walked forward from a familiar and unfamiliar road.