Endless snow adorns the mountains, making the world a majestic beauty. A snowflake tumbled down from the heavy cumulus clouds, swaying in the air, helpless, withering on the branches of plum blossoms, melting in the trickle of mountains and rivers, dotting the edge of the hand.

"Snow?"

It is said that snow is just a normal thing for Cangyao Mountain, but now He Guiqing, this small snowflake is enough to set off waves in his heart. On the righteous platform of Cangyao Mountain, He Guiqing and many young disciples dressed in green yarn waved the steel sword in their hands vigorously under the guidance of a senior brother. The early morning breeze swept across his cheeks, revealing a trace of cold silence, causing He Guiqing's cuffs to swing with the sword occasionally pour into a cool breeze. There was a hint of jerkiness in his movements, and although the weather was cold, drops of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and each drop of sweat took away a trace of physical strength, and also carried some anxiety. Objectively speaking, He Guiqing is still very hard-working, getting up before the rooster crows every day and swinging the sword, and collecting the sword and returning to the room after the dog sleeps every day, but even so, he has not made much progress on the road of martial arts for many years.

"Hey, now it's the year of bundling, and the beginning of martial arts has achieved nothing, so in the future, it's better to go to the back mountain to find some trivial things to do a chore, which is worthy of the grace of the teacher's upbringing. "He Guiqing is fifteen this year, and the Cangyu Sect stipulates that disciples must pass the red yarn trial to obtain the red yarn clothes before the age of sixteen, otherwise they will be recognized as having no talent for martial arts and will be assigned to the back mountain as a handyman. But if he can, even if there is a glimmer of hope, he still doesn't want to do miscellaneous labor, for He Guiqing, or maybe everyone who has an unfettered heart, there will always be those expectations for the grievances and hatreds of the rivers and lakes, and the chivalrous deeds. No matter how successful or famous, no matter whether you become a king or lose.

"Okay, morning class is over. Return, you stay"

He Guiqing dragged his heavy steps, his mind was flying wildly, and he was struggling with his heart whether he really wanted to be a handyman.

"Guiqing!" A call brought He Guiqing's mind back, and he saw that it was Senior Brother who was calling him and hurriedly went over and said, "Senior Brother Zhang." ”

Senior Brother Zhang looked helpless: "Guiqing, what's going on with you lately, you are often absent-minded in morning classes, and after this year, it will be your last chance to test the red yarn, will it be difficult for you to really want to be a green yarn handyman for the rest of your life?"

The senior brother smiled, but he was stupid and stupid, and he didn't make any progress in the past year. He Guiqing said with a wry smile.

Senior Brother Zhang patted He Guiqing's shoulder, "Hey, this martial arts practice is not achieved overnight, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and there will always be a day when you can understand it." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said: "Guiqing, you have been practicing martial arts for ten years since you first practiced, and you have gained very little. ”

After listening to Senior Brother Zhang's words, He Guiqing seemed to feel very reasonable, but after thinking about it, he said disappointedly: "I am not a disciple of Red Yarn, and I am not talented, how can I go down the mountain to experience according to the rules of the sect." ”

Senior Brother Zhang smiled and handed the paper to He Guiqing: "Senior Brother has already thought about it for you." Yesterday, Senior Brother went to the Hall of Reward, found Elder Ge, who was in charge of the task, gave you a general introduction to your situation, and begged him to be accommodating. Old man Ge is very good, this is his handwriting, you can hand over this handwriting to the deacon, and go directly to select the task. Senior Brother Zhang handed the letter to He Guiqing, patted He Guiqing's shoulder again and turned to leave.

Senior Brother Zhang's full name is Zhang Changshan, and he is a disciple of the Cangyu Sect. He Guiqing has been taken care of by Zhang Changshan since he was a child, and in Zhang Changshan's words, He Guiqing is very much like his younger brother who died before entering the mountain gate. Looking at this heavy handwriting, He Guiqing's heart can now be said to be full of mixed feelings. Although he is not a disciple of the red yarn, he has never been to the Hall of Reward to receive a task, and he does not know much about the people and things of the Hall of Reward, but this Elder Ge has heard a little, Elder Ge is known in the mouth of many senior brothers and sisters for being rigid and inflexible, and he can let him personally write a letter to open the back door for himself, presumably Senior Brother Zhang should have paid a lot of price.

"Senior Brother Zhang... He Guiqing's eyes overflowed with tears of gratitude, he could always feel a trace of emotion in Senior Brother Zhang, maybe this is called family affection.

The snowflakes in the air gradually densed, blocking the view ahead, but He Guiqing, who was walking on the road, stepped on the ground strongly, it was because of his own beliefs, and that was because of Senior Brother Zhang's expectations.

But when he came to the gate of the Reward Palace, He Guiqing looked at the tall and solemn palace gate, and the senior brothers and sisters who came and went, but he couldn't help but be timid in his heart. He Guiqing is still young, and his talent is not outstanding, so this kind of backdoor thing is the first time to do it. If you go in, there is hope, if you don't enter, there is no hope, hesitated for a long time, He Guiqing finally gritted his teeth, his sweaty palm clenched his hand hard, and his eyes walked towards the palace gate firmly.

"Stop!" With a shout, a senior brother on duty blocked He Guiqing's way, and He Guiqing saw that he was stopped, and the courage he had just built up quickly collapsed.

"This is the Hall of Reward, what are you doing here as a Qingsha disciple? Seeing that your grade is not too young, why don't you even understand this rule?"

"I... I'm here to take the task. He Guiqing said unexpectedly.

"Nonsense! You have forgotten all the rules of this faction? Hurry up and go away, and if you dare to trespass again, I will definitely inform your division commander and sue you. ”

He Guiqing was already out of order at this time, neither to go, nor to stay, raised his hand and wanted to scratch his head to prepare some words, but he caught a glimpse of the letter in his hand, and hurriedly said, "I.. I have kudzu.... Elder Ge's handwriting. He Guiqing quickly handed the handwritten book to the senior brother on duty.

The senior brother on duty looked at the handwritten book in surprise, and then looked at He Guiqing in surprise. First, I didn't expect it to be a backdoor, and second, I didn't expect this handwritten book to be written by Elder Ge, who had never been flexible. The handwritten letter of the elders in the Hall of Paid Diligence had not been shown earlier, and they wanted to embarrass themselves? The first time he was on duty, he just wanted to be imposing, but he didn't expect to waste so many words. He wasn't worried that He Guiqing was not joking with a fake letter from an elder, pretending to be an elder and scolding twenty in the name of an elder.

Frowning and angrily said to He Guiqing: "If you have a letter, take it out early and go in." ”

He Guiqing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, straightened his clothes, and walked back to the hall in three steps.