Chapter 1, a snowy night, no return.

There is snow tonight, and the snow fills the whole mountain forest, and the night is deep, but the silver white snow reflects the sky so bright, and at a glance, the snow is full of snow, and it is very thick. The wind and snow are very urgent, the snow of goose feathers, the whirring wind, and the wind is constantly blowing.

This year's winter has been a bit cold. So at this time, there are few people who are still rushing outside, but there are still people walking on the snowy night.

The silver-white world left pieces of footprints, the footprints were very deep, and when they reached the calf, the zigzag footprints in the snow forest continued to spread, leaving a little hole behind Ye Yunluo. Ye Yunluo walked step by step, walking very slowly, and the knife in his hand touched the branches and leaves in the forest from time to time, knocking down a snow ball.

The knife is four feet three inches long, and the lilac blade has a broken tip, but it is this broken sharp knife, I don't know how many masters and how many people have been killed. This knife is not sharp, and it is not the knife technique that is sharp, but the person.

The person who took this knife, Ye Yunluo.

At a glance, Ye Yunluo was dressed in white, and the white clothes were better than the snow, and in this long snowy night, he saw a little purple. I saw the inn ahead, but on such a snowy night, even if there was an inn, it wouldn't open. On such a cold day and such a heavy snowfall, who would open the door to welcome guests? On such a snowy night, who could bear to wake up the people who were sleeping soundly? So Ye Yun paused for a moment in front of the inn he had missed, and then went straight forward.

If it is still there, Ye Yunluo remembers that there is a broken temple ahead. I still remember the cold winter of the previous year, and there was also snow, and he spent the lonely night there. That night is also as cold as tonight, and what about the temple tonight? Is it still like last year's temple?

Walking another mile to see the temple, Ye Yunluo quickened his pace as if full of expectations, but the footprints were still very deep, and the wind was still cold, Ye Yunluo couldn't help but tighten his clothes and protect his chest with one hand.

Fortunately, fortunately, the temple is still there, the temple is there, and Ye Yunluo can rest here for the night.

Ye Yunluo pushed open the temple door, a cloud of dust fell, Ye Yunluo waved his sleeves and fluttered, flashed into the temple, and knocked off the snow on his hair. Ye Yunluo looked around the temple, the temple was still last year's temple, that is, there were a few more Buddha statues, dusty Buddha statues. It is normal to have a few more Buddha statues, maybe it is a good lord who sees that there is a temple without a Buddha, it is too boring, and it is not surprising that a few have been added. So Ye Yunluo thinks it's normal.

On such a snowy night, who has the heart to count how many more Buddha statues will be produced?

Ye Yunluo found some firewood and lit it in front of the Buddha, and the temple suddenly felt warmer.

You're going to sleep, right? I have to hurry tomorrow, but Ye Yunluo just can't sleep. It's not because it's cold, it's snowy.

Ye Yunluo sat up, approached the fire, touched it in his arms for a while, took out a silk handkerchief, a purple silk handkerchief, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, leaving a faint orchid fragrance.

The faint scent of orchids reminded Ye Yunluo of her. I thought of a cabbage with a scent of orchids, a delicate face, curly eyelashes, and bright eyes like stars.

Ye Yunluo's thoughts couldn't help but return to the northern country that was not yet cold. At that time, it was early spring in the north, and there was still snow everywhere, and the willow silk had sprouted, and the swallows that went south had begun to return to the north. Gan Lan'er was mending the white clothes in the house, he had to mend them quickly, because spring was approaching, the weather was getting warmer, and Ye Yunluo should change into this thinner clothes;

Thoughts are still flying, and so are the broken knives in the temple. Then, there were a few terrible screams, and the temple was still as quiet as ever, only the sound of fire burning.

Poof

Poof

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The Buddha statues were already broken, and inside the broken Buddha statues were dead people, a fatal knife, and the wounds were all in the neck.

The fire inside the temple is getting bigger and hotter, and it is grilling the Buddha statues not far away. The Buddha statue was slowly reddening, getting redder and redder, the redder Buddha statue made a slight tremble, Ye Yunluo drew his knife and swung it back, slashing at the shaking Buddha statue.

It's just a momentary action, a momentary action, and a few lives are gone.

Ye Yunluo sat down again, took out a white silk handkerchief from his arms, and rubbed it with a horizontal knife, rubbing it carefully, very slowly, slowly like a pleasure. The knife was put into the sheath, and Ye Yunluo casually threw the white silk handkerchief into the fire, and the fire burned even more vigorously, with the smell of blood.

Looks like I can't sleep tonight.

I only listened to a few applause outside the temple, and saw a person appear in the temple. The scholar dressed up, shook a folding fan in his hand, bowed when he met, and said: "The Broken Meng Knife is worthy of being a divine weapon! Breaking the Buddha statue can kill with one sword, and only Brother Ye's Broken Meng Knife can do this." "

"Look at your scholar's dress, worship when you meet, it must be a white scholar who worships when you meet. Ye Yunluo said.

"Brother Ye is really superior, he has even heard of Xiaosheng's cheap name, he is really fortunate to be in the next three lives!" Bai Shusheng said, his tone full of modesty.

"Hahaha, if I don't even know Bai Shusheng, the rivers and lakes will definitely laugh at me. Who doesn't know that the white scholars in Jiangnan worship the dead. Ye Yunluo said sarcastically.

"Oh, hahaha, Brother Ye is only half right. Bai Shusheng closed the folding fan, tapped his hands and said.

"Oh, what is the other half?"

Bai Shusheng opened the folding fan and said: "The person I worship doesn't have to die, as long as he knows the practice, my worship doesn't count." "

"Oh, what does that mean practice?"

"It's very simple, don't go to Gangnam. "

"Oh, it's so easy, but what if I have to go?" Ye Yunluo stood up and said.

The firelight separated the two people, and the faces of the two people were very red and red. A gust of wind blew from outside the temple gate, blowing away Ye Yunluo's slightly curly hair.

The temple gate crackled in the wind.

Bai Shusheng closed the folding fan, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed again. "Since Brother Ye has to go to Jiangnan, the younger brother can only wait in Jiangnan. A gust of wind passed, the temple door was opened, and Bai Shusheng flashed, then left the temple and disappeared into the snowy night.

Ye Yunluo walked to the door and looked out, the wind and snow outside were falling tighter and harder. The snow blew towards the temple gate with the wind, and the flames flickered and flickered.

Ye Yunluo closed the temple door and sat in front of the fire.

I couldn't sleep tonight.

What is the scene in Jiangnan now? Is it that the new willows have grown branches? The plum blossoms have lost their fragrance?

"Jiangnan, I must go. Ye Yunluo read silently in the bottom of his heart.

I must go.

When I think of Jiangnan, I think of the people of Jiangnan. Are the people in Jiangnan okay? Are they still so afraid of the cold? Do they have crow's feet at the corners of their eyes? How many strands of hair have turned white? Does she still remember me? Ye Yunluo couldn't help but feel sour in his heart when he thought about this, and laughed.

She'll remember me.