"Good morning, Uncle Ming."
"morning."
"Uncle Ming, aren't you happy?"
"Hmm... I can't tell. What about you?"
"I was a little scared last night and didn't sleep well." Qin Qianbai said, "Did Yan Qi quarrel with everyone again?"
"He had a fight with himself." Qin Ming said, "He won the argument and went to rest."
The snow has not stopped falling all night, falling on Qin Qianbai's hair. The girl trotted back to the house and came out a moment later holding two bamboo hats. Qin Ming thanked him but didn't take it. She tied a bamboo hat on herself to cover the snow and stood next to the tall and thin Qin Ming, like a stone sculpture of a young monk beside an ancient road.
"How could someone quarrel with me?" Qin Qianbai asked.
"Many people are like this. What they want to do is different from what they should do, so they have to quarrel in their hearts." Qin Ming said, "I sometimes quarrel with myself. I have a lot of things I want to do, but After doing those things, I am happy, but other people may not be happy.”
Qin Qianbai didn't understand, so he said something correct: "How about we discuss it with grandpa."
"Well..." Qin Ming thought seriously for a few seconds and shook his head, "I was thinking about the impermanence method. Grandpa is not as good as me in this aspect."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Think about whether you should do it thoroughly. Xiaoqian, think about it, if a person keeps doing what he likes, he will not be unhappy; if a person makes up his mind to do what he should do, he will not be sad." Qin Mingbin He raised his palms and made a cutting motion, "No matter which one you choose, if you do it thoroughly, there will be no turning back. When the time comes, there will be no need to quarrel with yourself, and you will not be unhappy no matter what."
Qin Qianbai felt that what Uncle Ming said made sense, but when she looked at her uncle's young face, she felt cold and a little scared. There was clearly no anger on Uncle Ming's face, but it was very similar to Yan Qi's last night, like an abyss, like the sky, like the snowflakes everywhere in the world, beautiful, cold and indistinguishable from the human taste.
"Uncle Ming, I think it's better to forget it." She said hurriedly, "Grandpa often said that when you are a person, you can easily offend others, and you may also hurt yourself. Even if you do what you like, you still have to be careful. Just keep a thin line."
Qin Ming said nothing and looked at the snowy scene without words, as if he was deep in thought but didn't seem to think about anything. Qin Qianbai was getting more and more scared. At this time, Qin Ming patted her head, although she could feel his warm hands through the bamboo hat.
"Grandpa makes sense." Qin Ming nodded, "If you leave something behind, you will keep your heart, but if you do it, you will lose it completely."
Qin Qianbai suddenly felt relieved, her inhuman indifference dissipated, and her familiar uncle was back. She watched Qin Ming jump to the wall, seemingly ready to leave.
At this time, a sparrow flew over the two people's heads and dropped a stone between its talons. Qin Qianbai flicked his fingers lightly and flicked the pebble aside without making a sound. Qin Ming accidentally caught a glimpse of his niece's movements, thought about it, turned around, took the bamboo hat and put it on himself.
"Xiao Qianqian can tell the truth now. It seems that she has worked hard recently." Qin Ming said, "Let's see how you are doing on the right path."
Qin Qianbai blinked, said oh, jumped out like a deer on the snow, and reached the practice ground behind the house in a few steps. She stood on tiptoes and took out two wooden knives, one long and one short, from the weapon rack. After thinking about it for a while, she took out another long stick.
The little girl ran back with three weapons that were much higher than her own. She handed the two swords to Qin Ming. She stood on the opposite side of the courtyard with a long stick and made a proper posture: "Qin Family of the Imperial Capital, Qin Qianbai .please."
"Qin Family of the Imperial Capital, Qin Ming." Qin Ming raised his dagger, "You come first."
Qin Qianbai gave a soft drink and rushed forward on the snow. His long stick danced to protect his body's vitals. The shadow of the stick moved like a horse in the heavy snow. She was weak and small, so she chose long soldiers to increase the attack range as much as possible. As the snowflakes roared, the head of the stick came out cunningly, stabbing Qin Ming's chin from bottom to top like a bee sting. Qin Ming blocked the head of the stick with his short sword guard. Qin Qianbai flipped his wrist and turned the stab into a spin. One end of the long stick pressed the short sword downwards, and the other end was thrown towards the side of Qin Ming's head with strong wind.
Qin's Secret Biography: Quick Cut.
"I have learned how to use a stick and a sword, and I have made progress." Qin Ming said. He slipped the short knife in his hand to remove the force from the head of the stick, stepped back and dodged the stick body to hit him. Qin Qianbai gained the upper hand and was unyielding. She lowered her body and raised her stick high to spin, and the long spinning stick hit Qin Ming in the middle one after another. Qin Ming blocked with the blade of his short sword. Three crisp explosions came out between two breaths, the snowflakes were blown wildly by the strong wind, and Qin Ming took another step back. Qin Qianbai stood still holding the stick and raised his little head: "Uncle Ming, how are you?"
She was a little looking forward to it and a little proud. Every time after practicing with Uncle Ming, she felt that her strength had improved greatly, so she cherished this opportunity.
"Not bad." Qin Ming put away the short sword and slowly raised the long sword, "Here, let's try a few moves."
He took a step forward, held the long knife with both hands, and cut out a crisp circle without haste. Qin Ming's movements were smooth and smooth, but the blunt head of the wooden knife carried a sharp and cold murderous intent. Qin Qianbai shuddered all of a sudden. She couldn't block this move. One hit would most likely result in serious injury. She made a decisive decision and swept the stick towards the snow. As the snow flew, she kicked out her feet one after another, causing the snowflakes to rush towards Qin Ming's knife.
The wooden sword cut through several clumps of snow in vain, and the snow water washed away the murderous intent on the sword, making the fight look like a child having a snowball fight. The long knife swept across the top of Qin Qianbai's head, and a drop of snow water fell on Qin Qianbai's forehead, making her say "Yeah".
"It was a trick and should be punished." Qin Ming said.
"There is no trickery." Qin Qianbai was unconvinced, "This is taking advantage of the environment. I broke the murderous intention in the knife."
"If this knife does not contain murderous intent, how should you break it?"
Before Qin Qianbai could think of words, the next blow had already arrived. This time it was a short sword, and it struck him head-on with an ordinary vertical slash. It was indeed a blow that did not contain murderous intent, and could not even feel the fighting spirit. It was as simple and simple as swinging a hammer to smash walnuts. But Qin Qianbai felt that he was just that walnut, and even if he blocked it with his stick and hands, Huahua would end up unlucky.
In desperation, she poked the head of the stick into the ground and jumped up with the long stick like a big flag. Qin Ming's vertical slash missed her, and Qin Qianbai jumped to the side of the courtyard with a stick and rolled several times in the snow. She turned over and jumped up, but before she could brush the snowflakes out of her hair, she saw two sword lights coming one after another. This time Qin Qianbai couldn't imagine what it was. She only felt that advancing was a defeat or retreating, and running away was a defeat. It was like there was a dragnet between heaven and earth. No matter where she went, she could not break out of these two traps. The light of the knife.
"Ugh...!"
With no way out, no solution, and seeing defeat imminent, the girl took a breath and suddenly sped up her movements. The long stick struck back and struck the short knife in the back. There was a faint vibration in the left pedal, and a real wave of air burst out from her mouth. She made three moves at the same time. She had to rely on sheer numbers to overwhelm Qin Ming's knife!
Qin Ming stood motionless in the shock. The long sword easily cut through the air waves, and the short sword bypassed the entanglement point of the stick and hit Qin Qianbai's back. Qin Qianbai said "Ah" and fell down in the snow. Qin Ming put away the knife leisurely and commented: "The order is wrong."
A muffled voice came from the snow: "What's wrong?"
"You should use many moves to break the second sword, because you still have enough strength at that time. But you choose to dodge first, so that you will not have the strength to take the third sword. No matter how many tricks you use, it will be the end of the force. Broken." Qin Ming said, "Xiao Qian, you have to remember this clearly. You can't dodge too many times in actual combat, because dodging doesn't consume energy but consumes your mind. If you don't pay attention, you will lose even if you dodge."
Qin Qianbai climbed up with a hat full of snow and beat the snowflakes on her body vigorously. She raised her head unconvinced: "Uncle Ming, I don't think so. If I can throw one more move, I might be able to block it."
"But you didn't fight." Qin Ming tilted his head.
Qin Qianbai puffed up his cheeks: "I will definitely use more tricks next time!"
"Practice more." Qin Ming smiled.
Qin Qianbai saw the long stick bounce up from the ground and quickly reached out to catch it. By the time she caught the weapon, Qin Ming had disappeared, leaving only two wooden knives in the snow. She was so angry that she jumped twice on the spot, thinking that Uncle Ming was petty and would be unforgiving even after winning. She then hurriedly shut down her thoughts. She had to admit defeat if she didn't want to. No matter what she said, it was right if she won.
She picked up the swords one by one and trotted back to put away the weapons. The early morning sparring session quickly turned into an ordinary trivial matter and faded away in the girl's mind. After all, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. It is a good thing that Uncle Ming's condition has improved. She happily ran out of the snow and into the house, deciding to eat two more buns this morning.
She didn't know what Qin Ming was thinking, nor did she know that there was another person standing on the eaves. Gongsun Ce stood quietly in the snow. The little sparrow that had dropped stones fell on his arm and turned into a lying gray snake in the blink of an eye.
"Although the ending cannot be changed... I still hope you can change your mind." Gongsun Ce said softly.
He asked Qin Qianbai about the whole process last night, and it didn't happen in the original world. Logically speaking, Gongsun Ce shouldn't make unnecessary moves, but he still hopes that the two of them can interact more, so that the ending may be different...
But why should the ending be different? Wasn't he trying to ensure a consistent ending?
Gongsun Ce sighed. He looked at the direction where Qin Ming was going and followed behind him in a depressed manner. The King of Silence floated beside him, his eyes filled with deep anger.
"Almost a day has passed and you are still here... I can see that you are very angry, but please consider the feelings of other people, okay?" Gongsun Ce said, "That is my master. I Can I watch you drag my master into evil ways?"
"I am extremely disappointed in you." King Silence said, "You had the opportunity to change Yan Qi's past, but you chose to let him make the same mistakes again. You don't care about your master at all, you are like a machine in the world of Brahma!"
"Then what do you think I should do?" Gongsun Ce asked back, "I'll add fuel to the fire with you, say Yan Qi is awesome and you're awesome, and let's burn this world to ashes together! And then? Everyone will die and I will Can Master be happy? The real him would give me a slap in the face and tell me to get out without hesitation!"
"So you have started the job of determining the followers of the Brahma Realm, and you are more conscientious than a real machine." King Silence sneered, "Very good, then just keep moving forward and welcome your own choices."
She disappeared from Gongsun Ce's sight, leaving behind another unclear words. Gongsun Ce didn't want to think about the riddles of the kings anymore. He couldn't guess anything without enough information. Deep down, Gongsun Ce was also struggling with his own choice. It was his mission to make history go on the right path, but after he figured out the key points, the choice he should make made him feel anxious.
The last key point is Qin Ming, the snowy night that affects Qin Qianbai's life...
What he wants to do is different from what he should do, so why is he in a dilemma?
Gongsun Ce took a deep breath, took out the rabbit pointer, and cheered himself up.
"Work harder." He whispered, "You don't need to do anything. It's enough to see it until the end. Just see it until the end."
He vaguely heard King Pingping's laughter coming from the wind and snow, but he couldn't tell whether it was approval or ridicule.
Throughout the whole day, Gongsun Ce followed Qin Ming, following the thoughtful young man in Tsing Yi around the city. Walking past the wine shop, walking past the martial arts hall, walking past the streets with bright clothes and angry horses, walking past the schoolhouse where he studied hard in cold windows, I watched him talking to acquaintances, watching him sitting quietly under the cypress tree and thinking, watching him facing each other. The moonlight caressed the long knife on his waist.
He asked many people about their future plans and nodded silently as they listened to their answers. When asked back, he said that he still wanted to think about it. He just watched and asked all the way until night fell, and the light of the stars and the moon dotted the way home.
On the way back to Duke Wu's mansion, he met Yan Qi, who was still drunk and smelled of alcohol, as if he was still drunk from last night. Qin Ming took out the wine gourd and handed it back to him: "Your gourd was won by taking first place last time."
"I'll give it to you." Yan Qi waved his hand, "I don't want it anymore."
He smiled happily as he spoke: "No more... no more!"
The two passed each other and went in different directions. Qin Ming put away the gourd, feeling a little sad.
"Alas." He sighed rarely, "After practicing so much, what's the use of not being happy."
The time was now 23:30. He slowly walked back to Duke Wu's mansion, stood in the deserted courtyard, and looked at the pure white moon.
The snow gradually became lighter and seemed to be stopping. Gongsun Ce felt more and more depressed. He looked at his watch and used telekinesis to scan the city of Shenjing over and over again, hoping not to miss any crisis.
23:56, Situ Yi is watching a play in the school building.
At 23:57, Liu Zhongwu turned off the lights and went to bed.
At 23:58, Yan Qi fell on the street and fell into a deep sleep.
At 23:59, the snow stopped.
At the last minute of 1997, Qin Ming looked at the distant moon and slowly pulled out the two swords from his waist. The blades of the long and short swords are dimly yellow, like the beautiful sky at dusk. He pointed his long knife at the night sky and pierced the last snowflake falling from the sky.
"That's not right." Qin Ming said.
The rabbit pointer in Gongsun Ce's hand suddenly started to beat, the amplitude was almost crazy. The historical pointer that was about to completely point to "+" stopped at this moment, and then suddenly reversed, reaching the end of "-" in an instant with a tough attitude that could not be resisted!
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the moon that was no longer pure white. In the moment before Qin Ming spoke, a little black color appeared in the center of the moon that should not exist.
The black color expanded and extended rapidly, completely engulfing the moon in an instant. There is no more light in the dark night sky!
(End of chapter)
