Zhao Wujiang drank the hot tea, his mouth filled with the bitterness of time, he smiled lightly and said:
"Your tea has been stored for a long time."
"The Earth Sect has not had any distinguished guests for a long time." Zhang Xukun stared at the turbid tea and said seriously:
"Zhao Wujiang, you have to slow down."
"Why?" Zhao Wujiang also laughed. He wanted to go to Butian Pavilion as soon as possible to ask the old man who had a relationship with him.
"Before you came, I made a calculation and lost two and a half years of life." Zhang Xukun's eyes followed the broken tea leaves:
"Master Xiaoguo also made a fortune and asked Senior Brother Xiaoguo to send it to him.
It is consistent with my hexagram. "
"Oh?" The bitter tea lingered in Zhao Wujiang's mouth for a moment. He frowned and noticed the little fruit in Zhang Xukun's mouth. One was the master and the other was the senior brother.
"After you leave, nothing will matter." Zhang Xukun gradually became expressionless, and his eyebrows gradually became sharp.
Zhao Wujiang lowered his eyes and stared at the futon under him and the coins scattered on the floor.
"There are only two explanations for this." Zhang Xukun said in a deep voice:
"First, the cultivation of Pindao is not good enough, and the cultivation of Tianzong Dao's first small fruit is also not good. After that, the secrets involved are too big for us to pry into.
two......"
Zhao Wujiang picked up a copper coin and smiled:
"two...
The world collapsed when I left. "
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The endless ice fields, the night sky that is your favorite.
The starry sky from eons ago was exceptionally bright.
In the wind and snow, Zhao Wujiang stood on the ice field. For the first time in his life, he sounded begging as he stared at the man in front of him:
"Zhang, can you save them?"
The man wearing a bamboo hat had his back to Zhao Wujiang. His figure was lonely and lonely in the wind and snow, and his voice was extremely hoarse. It was extremely cold at this moment:
"The only one I can save is you.
If you hadn't come from that star, you wouldn't even be qualified to see me.
Take it and go. "
As the wind and snow grew stronger, Zhao Wujiang stood like an ice sculpture for a long time. He clenched something like a balloon filled with water in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"I'm not leaving."
"Death together?" The man in the bamboo hat named Zhang turned around for the first time, his eyes seemed to span the eternity of the years, vicissitudes of life, and death-like silence:
"I have seen too many people like you, huh, and you are the weakest."
"Zhang, I have my own path." Zhao Wujiang turned around and walked slowly towards the other side of the ice field without looking back.
"I've seen your way before." Zhang held up his bamboo hat, and a long-lost smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the night sky:
"And they all failed."
Zhao Wujiang didn't answer. The evil aura around him gradually melted away, and a hint of death appeared, and the death intention became stronger and stronger.
He looked at the vast starry sky and said what he would say with a smile to Jinger under a night sky tens of thousands of years later:
"These seven bright stars are night lights for lost children to find their way home."
The will to die was strong in him, and his aura became weaker and weaker, until he fell headlong on the ice field and lost his breath.
Zhang took a deep look in the distance, lowered the brim of his hat, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Snowflakes were rustling, and there was an old figure holding an oil lamp, trampling on the snow, approaching with the dim light.
"Awu..."
The old man had double pupils and his eyes were full of sadness. He hung the oil lamp on his waist, hunched over and picked up Zhao Wujiang, who was already freezing to the bone. He walked toward the way he came, staggering step by step.
In a world where disasters have not yet passed, ice and snow are enough to freeze all living things, and on this snowy night, the bones of the old man were frozen to death.
