The little Taoist priest got up as early as usual, after helping the elderly master prepare breakfast, he wore a simple Taoist robe and carried a broom to the front of the temple, while protecting his head with his hands while tiptoe to dust off the snow on the plaque, until the three big ink-colored characters of "Xudu Guan" were clearly visible, the little Taoist priest's still somewhat immature face was filled with a clean and simple smile that he should have at this age.

The little Taoist priest looked at the top of Yudu Mountain in a daze, and returned to the back of the temple. The stove room is deserted, there are few objects, there are only two bowls and a pot in the stove room before the snow, the bowl is one big and one is small, the big one is the master's, and the small one is his.

But since it snowed that day, there have been two more bowls here, which are silver porcelain bowls that the master asked him to buy from a nearby wine shop when he went down the mountain. There was a charming proprietress in the wine shop, and she gave it to him directly, saying that she was usually busy and dizzy, although it was at the foot of Xudu Mountain, but it was difficult to have time to go up the mountain to visit the petition, this time it was regarded as incense money, and she gave him a delicate food box before leaving.

The little Taoist priest carefully poured most of the remaining hot porridge in the iron pot into the bowl, and then put it in the food box, afraid of cold and snow to freeze the porridge, and covered it with a layer of cotton cloth to rest assured, Leng Buding's ears sounded the master's voice: "I said how the porridge in the past few days suddenly put shredded meat, just when I used breakfast, I clearly smelled the porridge with egg blossom smell but did not see half of the egg filament, I am still wondering where the egg blossom went, and now the water is out." ”

The little Taoist priest was startled, and met the master's kind and kind gaze, the little Taoist scratched his head and pouted: "Master, didn't you like to eat egg flowers before?" so I picked them out separately this time, after all, it would be too much to let those two fairy sisters only drink white porridge, and it's good to put some shredded meat and egg flowers, isn't it, master?"

The old Taoist priest, who had a bit of a fairy wind and bones, looked at the top of the mountain and sighed imperceptibly. When the two women went up the mountain earlier, he saw it from a distance, and he thought it was a pilgrim who had come to the Taoist temple to petition. It wasn't until the two women approached that he knew that he was wrong, and the ornament representing Qingyun Mountain on the woman's dress full of blue and blue silk made his eyelids tremble.

The old Taoist priest who is well versed in the principle of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune even has the idea of moving away from the Taoist temple, only the foundation building realm is slightly cultivated, he has an instinctive awe of such a behemoth as Qingyun Mountain, how can his shabby Taoist temple accommodate these two proud women of the sky?

But these two women watched and did not enter, only slowly walked to the top of the mountain, and then never came down, and then I don't know which woodcutter in the mountain is talkative, and the matter of two fairies wearing snow into the Yudu Mountain has been spread, resulting in many more men coming to the foot of the mountain in recent times, and many people have come to the temple to ask about the whereabouts of the two women, and he only said that he didn't know anything.

The old Taoist priest who has experienced decades of ups and downs in the world is old but his eyes are not cloudy, and he can see that the two women are trapped by love and thoughts, so let them stay quietly on the mountain.

The old Taoist priest glanced at the food box, touched the little Taoist priest's head, and said with a smile: "Send it quickly, don't wait for the porridge to be cold." ”

Legend has it that on the top of the mountain of Xudu, which can pass through the gods and ghosts, a blue long sword is obliquely inserted into the rock crevice, facing the early sun rising in the east, and the sword body is folded with a dreamlike hazy color. Leaning on the side of the long sword, a woman wearing a white fox fur, Xin Tong watched the rising sun in a daze, but somehow blurred her eyes.

Because Chang Xi did not leave a body in the battle with Yingde, Qingyun Mountain erected a clothed mound for Chang Xi in the sword mound after the first seven years, which can be said to be the highest honor for the disciples of the past dynasties, but Xin Tong and Qing Xuan both broke into the sword mound and smashed the dazzling mound of clothes.

The disciples of the back mountain of the Transformation God Realm can almost be compared with the masters of each peak, which ordinary disciples can be compared, everyone in Qingyun Mountain can not forget the scene when the Baizhang Yin Phoenix with a pitch-black flame swept through the Heavenly Sword Peak, and the peak master of the Heavenly Sword Peak, Shen Tu Lie, was forced out of the domineering sword god and was not swept down the mountain by the Yin Phoenix.

And Qing Xuan, who had already awakened most of the Wind Spirit Holy Body, was alone, dragging the red sleeves of the Qifeng Peak Lord who rushed to hear the news, until the clothed mound was shattered.

"No one can say he's dead!

The sad cries of the two women that made people cry resounded throughout the entire Heavenly Sword Peak, and the hands that had been raised by the masters of each peak were put down in unison, and Shen Tulie, who was forced out of the domineering sword by the woman, rarely threw away the sword and squatted on the ground, with old tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Qinglan, whose hair was already a little withered, finally came forward and did not punish the two hard-working women who lost their husbands, only let them go out to relax.

The second senior brother Yunmo has been in a state of mind since the battle in Wushan, drawing his sword and looking around in a daze, and has not returned to Qingyun Mountain, and it is rumored that someone has seen him outside the front line north of Jiayuguan;

On the big stone outside the bamboo forest, there were no more two lazy figures basking in the sun, and in the Tianbo Pavilion in the middle of the lake, there was no longer a melodious piano music, because the fragile string broke when the news of the little junior brother's death came back to the back mountain.

The senior brother and the junior brother both died at the hands of the demons, the second senior brother chose to turn his back on Qingyun after thinking of the demon, and the seventh senior sister also left the back mountain.

The back mountain, which used to be full of laughter, completely fell apart after that day.

The little Taoist priest's porridge every morning was very punctual, Xin Tong took the warm food box, and sincerely said thank you, this old and young Taoist priests in the temple of the ancient Taoist are taking care of them meticulously these days, which makes her very moved.

The little Taoist priest looked at the fairy sister who had been much better before her complexion, and blushed and said, "Sister will just put it on the top of the mountain after eating, and I will get it later." Immediately, he ran back to the view in a panic, and every time he was like this, he blushed when he couldn't say a few words.

Xin Tong rarely smiled gracefully.

Back at the top of the mountain, Xin Tong divided half of the white fox fur on her body and draped it on Qing Xuan's body, let her lean on her shoulder, and whispered softly while feeding Qing Xuan porridge: "We have walked so many places in the past two years, and I have gradually accepted the fact that he is gone, but as the wine shop proprietress said, even if he is in Huangquan, I still believe that he will return to us one day." As long as it is him, for us, he can do anything. ”

Xin Tong hugged Qing Xuan, who seemed strong on the outside but was actually sensitive and fragile on the inside, and said softly: "The ancients said that on the top of this Xudu Mountain, you can be sincere and spiritual, as long as your thoughts are sincere enough, you can convey your thoughts to the other side of the distance." Xuan'er, come, follow me and close your eyes and pray. ”

Qing Xuan looked up at the early sun in the distance, and a color called hope gradually rose in those eyes, and that glance seemed to have spanned a thousand years of time.

"For him, I am willing to do anything, even if it is kneeling here and praying for a thousand years!"