"You, let go of me" Yin Yue stubbornly patted the man who was clutching his arm.

Snowflakes, falling alone, are like rice paper abandoned last night, and no one cares.

Zhao Nanchao was not annoyed, he let go of his hand, the three-foot sword had already been sheathed, quietly, as if its owner, quiet as a pine, the name of the lone swordsman was well deserved.

"Why did you save me," the ethereal but lovely eyes with a hint of cunning stared at Zhao Nanchao without blinking.

"I said, women and children don't kill, they have the heart to betray my sword"

"How do you know that I am the woman and the child, and not the witch of the others?"

"Your eyes, there is no murderous aura"

After speaking, Zhao Nanchao walked towards the front with his own thoughts.

Only the trance of the lunar moon and the lonely snow are left. What Zhao Nanchao didn't know was these eyes, maybe they just didn't have a murderous aura towards him.

"You wait for me"

With the girl's hurried pace, the memories of that year seemed to be in a trance, maybe it was too sad, and the sad memories would be subconsciously forgotten.

That year, she spent three months with him, and the snow season passed, but there was no spring.

What was swallowed back then was not a treasure that captured the heavens, but a pill paid tribute by the island country of Canghai, the only one in the world, which was originally to be dedicated to today's saints, specially carved with pine wood, "Creation Pill", but did not have the ability to create, but it could make people's faces stay forever, there was nothing to do with the Yin and Yang Sect, but the elders in the sect got this news and thought it was an opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

The Yin Yang Sect suffered great losses in this calamity, and Yang Ri also died of exhaustion, Yin Yue disappeared, but was bitten by Wutong Yuan, and the elixir turned into a clear stream as early as the moment when Yin Yue bit off the beeswax and flowed into the abdomen.

Zhao Nanchao walked with Yin Yue for three months, Yin Yue thought that this would be good, but it was still found in Nanyang County by the Yin Yang Sect, and the four elders of the Yin Yang Sect went out at the same time, Yin Yue did not want to affect Zhao Nanchao, so he followed his return.

The story after that is the criminal law of the dark day, fortunately, the great elder of the Yin and Yang Sect who took charge of the Yin Moon Sect in charge of the current period of time to protect his shortcomings and save a life, I thought that this would be repaid, but I didn't expect that when my life was over, the elder was already sick and in danger, and the Yin Moon had the heart to die, but the creation made people, but the two met again, and this time, she wanted to kill him, but he didn't know.

The snow in Jingzhou is not like Liangzhou, the large snowflakes are urgent, and the stone lions in front of the courtyard of the alley are covered with snow, so that they can't see the form, as if they cover up the suffering of this world, and it seems to be just a shame.

Yin Yue followed Zhao Nanchao step by step, and the footprints happened to coincide, but they always maintained a distance of one zhang, as if the two of them were angry.

Now, he is no longer the lone swordsman, he has long lost the three-foot sword at his waist, but he is respected as the Heavenly Master, and she is no longer the Yin Moon of the Yin and Yang Sect, but her empty face is like the roots of the old tree, her appearance is green, but her heart has long been yellow and haggard.

"That day, why did you leave quietly" has long lost the voice of the great shore of the year, but with a little vicissitudes.

The woman behind her did not speak, but still carefully followed Zhao Nanchao behind her, bowing her head and carefully measuring the footprints.

"Why did you kill me?"

The girl saw that there were no footprints in front of her, but the white robe was still in front of her, she raised her head and lowered her head, and fiddled with the corners of her clothes as she did back then.

"Had to kill"

"Oh, let's do it over there."

"I" Yin Yue was stunned, but she didn't expect Zhao Nanchao to answer so happily.

"I Can't Kill You"

"If you can't kill it, why are you here?"

"I, come if I want to, leave if I want, you care about me" Yin Yue is a little stumbling, the years have passed, but it seems that there is no trace on her.

"You're still the same as you were back then, I'm old" Zhao Nanchao stroked his snow-white beard self-deprecatingly, and tapped the snow on his shoulder.

"If you come, you will be safe, go shopping with me, there is no hurry to kill me"

Maybe in this world, he is the only one who can treat the person who comes to assassinate him like this. Yin Yue thought about it distractedly, and did not reply, it was still a distance of one zhang, not far or close, just like the relationship between the two, for decades, it was still like this.

Over the years, it may not only be the appearance that has changed, but also the personality, if it was the lone swordsman back then, he would inevitably ask, but now the Heavenly Master, only leave it lightly.

"Give"

Zhao Nanchao turned around violently, startling Yin Yue, and several thoughts flashed in his mind in an instant

"He's going to kill me?"

"It's okay, it's better to die at his hands like this"

He shook his head for a moment, but there was no murderous aura that he had thought, and when he opened his eyes, he found that an object the size of a palm wrapped in oiled paper in Zhao Nanchao's hand came into view.

The oil paper is wrapped in a neat piece of osmanthus cake, at this time the winter has long been out of osmanthus, and now you can eat this thing only the hawker with ulterior motives will seal the osmanthus and honey together with the storage, in order to be able to sell the osmanthus cake in this late winter month to which family is well-off.

And this Jingzhou because of the climate and topography, but there is no osmanthus, so where did this osmanthus cake come from?

"Take it, you can't eat it"

"Why, I want to eat" Yin Yue stubbornly snatched it, perhaps because the weather was cold and his eyes were a little foggy.

When I opened it, I found that the osmanthus cake had already turned yellow and deteriorated, and the dark yellow mold crossed on it.

Yin Yue was stunned.

"This is the osmanthus cake you asked me to buy back then, it's been so many years, but it's been given to you"

Yes, I forgot, in order to keep him from meeting with the elders in the sect, she made a little trick and bet him to buy the osmanthus cake, but I didn't expect that as time passed, the osmanthus cake still came to her, and he had not forgotten the promise of that year.

"You, pedantic" voice trembled a little, as if trying to restrain something.

Zhao Nanchao stroked his beard and smiled, "After so many years, you still haven't changed, by the way, a few days ago, your heir went to Songshan, which is a little similar to you back then."

It seems that because of this osmanthus cake that has long been dried, the gap between the two has loosened a little.

"It's not my heir, it's just a seedling carefully cultivated by the elders."

"Yin and Yang Sect, vainly trying to manipulate this Yin and Yang reincarnation, but I don't know how this heaven and earth Yin and Yang are such child's play"

"What happened back then, I couldn't stand you"

"What do you apologize for, it has nothing to do with you" Yin Yueliu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her voice was a little choked.

"If I hadn't made a move back then, maybe you wouldn't have suffered this catastrophe, you have suffered all these years."

"How do you know that I was begging to die, not to live?"

"Sometimes, it's better to be dead than alive"

Yin Yue seemed to understand something, but she didn't want to admit it, so she struggled to ask.

"Then why do you keep carrying this osmanthus cake?"

"You already know"

The osmanthus cake in his hand seemed to be suddenly much heavier, and Yin Yue's hands trembled, and he suddenly seemed to be unable to hold it, perhaps because the snow on it was too heavy.

Zhao Nanchao didn't care about the trembling of the yin moon, and crossed his hands in the white sleeves, "I didn't carry the sword heart to save you back then, and the osmanthus cake lived up to the promise."

In a trance, there was no other sound in Yin Yue's ears, as if the world had quieted down, ridiculous, really ridiculous, everything was just his own wishful thinking, where did the hero save the beauty, where did he not forget the promise, everything, just what he thought, he never cared, just like he never paid attention to this world but was meticulous.

"Poof" osmanthus cake has fallen in the snow, like the rotten wood in the deep forest, no matter how hard it struggles, no one cares after all.

"You, don't you care at all?" Yin Yue's trembling voice interrupted Zhao Nanchao, who turned around and walked.

"What do you care?"

"Haha" Yin Yue's laughter was a little crazy, like a lone wolf just leaving the wolf pack, and like an osmanthus flower falling, fluttering lightly but not getting a response from the soil.

Maybe everything has long been doomed, just like the vicissitudes of the sea that year, it is always impossible to refuse the river that runs into.

"Okay, I'll take your life"

The moon in the well, the well in the middle of the moon was unleashed together, and four hidden weapons in the shape of flowers attacked Zhao Nanchao from four directions.

Seeing Zhao Nanchao's movements, the breath around his body condensed, and he bounced away, and the snow under his feet changed direction and dispersed along with the hidden weapon.

The moment it was dispersed, a black sharp knife in the shape of a crescent moon was already in front of him, Zhao Nanchao subconsciously pushed out a palm, but he didn't expect that Yin Yue instead aimed the knife at himself, and pointed his elbow at that palm.

"Poof" Zhao Nanchao is too late to withdraw his move.

With the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh, Yin Yue seemed to be relieved, and fell into Zhao Nanchao's arms......

Even if the gray hair is like him, he didn't expect this scene.

Yin Yue was in his arms, grabbed his shirt with one hand, and rubbed it up hard, as if he had found a comfortable position, the blood between his throat was uncontrollable, flowing out along the corners of his mouth, the knife didn't seem to pierce her chest, and it seemed to be what she wanted, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, muttering something.

Zhao Nanchao got close to hear clearly, "Back then, I thought, it would be great to die in your hands."

As he spoke, his blood surged, and he tried hard to swallow the blood, "I want you, remember me in this life and in the next life"

"Remember a person who likes osmanthus cakes, remember a person who is waiting for you, remember someone who has no name"

The hand holding the placket of the shirt seemed to have no strength and slowly drooped. "Don't be sad, I must die, otherwise I will affect others and lay out people's ......" The last murmur was silent.

The alleys of Shenzhen-Hong Kong are without the noise of Xiao Xiao's cars, but they are also like the white snow, losing their color.

Zhao Nanchao didn't make the slightest movement, just kept it, and didn't make a sound, like snow falling, without a trace and sound, but it was cold to the heart.

In fact, he always remembered her, and when he was young, he went across the river alone, breaking thousands of streams with a sword, and it was also a glimpse of that sword, and he saw her from the crowd, covering her face with black veil, but there was a vermilion hairpin between her hair. Goodbye to the sea, he recognized her at a glance, and that year, he was already a lonely swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and she was the demon in the flower that everyone shouted, but he still saved her, his sword heart, never the one who does not kill women and children, the heart of the sword refers to, is his sword heart, the osmanthus cake, never left, and then he married a wife and had children, his wife is ordinary, but the expression between the eyebrows is somewhat similar, I thought that there would be no encounter in this life, and he had already flirted with everything in Songshan, but he didn't think it would be so.

At that moment, he knew that she had never forgotten herself, just like the osmanthus cake, although it was corrupted, it was still there.

But he didn't expect that at that moment, she would beg for death, maybe it was really as he said before, "Sometimes, it is better to die than to live"

The blood had already stained the white robe red, covered with a layer of floating snow, but there was no movement, just standing here, as if she had looked at him like this.

Yuxu didn't know about hatred, and left the remnants of snow alone in the world.