Fengxue-an.

A white cloud fell from the sky.

A middle-aged man in white walked down the clouds and stopped in front of the compound of Fengxue Nunnery.

The mountain breeze is slightly cold.

The hollow valley is deep and secluded.

Fengxue Nunnery is as quiet as a picture scroll.

In this world, there are places where spring is everyday, there are places that are hot all year round, and some places are covered with ice and snow all year round.

And the autumn of Fengxuean is extraordinarily long, so it has never left.

Lone dry branches, rustling leaves.

There were no birds singing or insects around the hermitage, and I don't know if I was fleeing from the stinging to prepare for the winter, or if there was no place at all.

The middle-aged man in white has gray temples, a tall body, a well-defined face, resolute and handsome. Seven points of masculinity, three points of Confucianism.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward to pull the knocker.

"Squeak-"

The courtyard door opened first.

Hongluan stood behind the door, looking at the middle-aged man in white who had just raised his hand in front of the door before he could fall.

The middle-aged man in white also looked at Hongluan.

The two stared at each other from a door's distance.

The eyes of the four eyes met, and the eyes of the two seemed to have a wordless tacit understanding, just like the pool water in late autumn, deep, clear, and undisturbed.

"It's cool outside, come in. ”

Hongluan was the first to break the silence.

It happened that a gust of mountain wind swept in, and the red luan and green silk were blowing. The middle-aged man in white seemed to be sick, put his fist to his mouth, and coughed twice.

"Excuse me. The man in white stepped through the courtyard gate.

Hongluan closed the courtyard door again and inserted the latch, blocking the mountain wind out.

The middle-aged man in white stopped under the craggy ancient trees in the courtyard. In the courtyard, ancient trees, fallen leaves, stone tables and stone benches, white clothes...... Hongluan was in a trance.

"Let's go inside and sit down. Hongluan said.

"Good. ”

The middle-aged man in white said.

......

Hongluan made the tea himself.

"I'm so simple, I can only entertain you with the tea brewed in this clear spring. Hongluan poured a full cup and served it to the middle-aged man in white.

"If you have something missing here, tell me, and I'll send someone to bring it to you. The middle-aged man in white took the teacup and hesitated.

"No, get used to it, it's good. Hongluan said lightly.

The two sat side by side at a polished wooden table.

Sipping tea.

Both of them looked at each other calmly and did not speak.

Time is flowing quietly in this silence. Just like these countless years.

Probably sensing that the water in the cup had been drunk, the middle-aged man in white put down the teacup, his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Recently, everything has been riddled with things. The Tianhe water army attacked Huaguo Mountain, returned in vain, and lost 20,000 soldiers. Li Jing conquest of the 150,000 heavenly soldiers and generals brought back by the accumulation mountain, but brought back less than 40,000. Coupled with the number of people who have lost the demon suppression troops in other parts of the four continents, the total number of people is 180,000. This kind of casualty has been unparalleled since the establishment of Heavenly Court. ”

The middle-aged man in white sighed and looked haggard: "Although Heavenly Court has a perfect aftermath handling mechanism, the number of 180,000 is ...... The entire Heavenly Court tensed its nerves, every department was overloaded, and even the Jade Emperor hadn't closed his eyes for several days......"

Hongluan held the teacup in both hands, it was originally steaming, but when it was cold, she didn't realize it.

The canopy turned his head, Hongluan's beautiful side face was slightly lonely, and the middle-aged man in white was stunned, spit out a turbid breath, and his face was full of apologies: "Don't talk about this." ”

He seemed to remember that she didn't like to listen to these foreign affairs.

"It's better to say it than not to say it at all. Hongluan didn't mind.

"Tell me about you. ”

The middle-aged man in white shook his head and stared at Hongluan for a closer look: "The cold poison in your body ......"

"I can suppress it. Hongluan said.

"Why hasn't it improved?" The middle-aged man in white frowned: "Senior Brother Hongyang's 'Little Nirvana Pill' won't be useless." ”

"It's all there. Hongluan pointed to a row of white jade vials on a row of hollowed-out wooden shelves not far away.

"You didn't take it?!"

The middle-aged man in white rushed to the wooden frame, opened the jade bottle, and a red elixir was lying quietly inside.

He was angry: "Why do you not know whether you are alive or dead?!"

Hongluan was like an old monk, put down the cold tea, and stared at the middle-aged man in white with a calm face.

The four eyes met, and Hongluan's gaze was not sharp. And after a while, the momentum of the middle-aged man in white weakened.

"Why are you bother?" he said.

"Senior Brother Hongyang's affection is too heavy. I know that I can't give him any response, so it's better not to eat. Hongluan said.

"This is what he has refined especially for you, whether you eat it or not, he has already done it for it. The middle-aged man in white said.

"If I don't eat it, I feel a little better. ”

Hongluan said: "The tea is cold, I'll go make another pot." ”

"No need. The middle-aged man in white said: "Let the next person do these things." Uh, I forgot, you don't have a subordinate. ”

Hongluan didn't answer.

The middle-aged man in white laughed dryly twice and said, "Speaking of which, your female disciple is very similar to you back then." You may not know that when I attacked Huaguo Mountain, that girl pulled your tiger skin and lied that you sent her to persuade me to truce the army. ”

"She didn't lie to you. Hongluan said: "Without my acquiescence, she would not be able to leave this Fengxue Nunnery." ”

The man in white hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you wouldn't ask about these things. ”

"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" Hongluan said suddenly.

"A hundred years ago, we just met. The middle-aged man in white said: "In the three-star cave." ”

"Heh, it turns out that a hundred years ago, I just saw it. "Hongluan is excited.

She was expressionless and said, "You are looking for me, what is the matter?"

The middle-aged man in white stretched out his hand, and the silver light flashed, and the broken Shangbaoqin gold palladium appeared on the table.

"Please find the next Dao Ancestor and help me repair this palladium. He pondered, "If you ask him, he will agree." ”

Hongluan stared at Shangbaoqin Golden Palladium, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

"If it's difficult, I'll find a way. The middle-aged man in white said.

"No need. Hongluan said: "I'll help." ”

There are many things in the heavenly court, and the middle-aged man in white did not stay long, and left in a hurry after leaving the nail palladium.

In the wind and snow, Hongluan was alone, his eyes were blurred.

"My canopy, when will I come back, you're old......"