Chen He still sighed from time to time.
"I shouldn't have parked the Tianyan car at the foot of the mountain."
This young man from Xianyun Yehe felt melancholy for the first time. Even when he left Huaidu, he probably had never felt so sad before.
He crossed his legs and held his chin, sitting at the door of the small snow-covered yard, looking at the icicles hanging in this thick alley that had been condensed for countless years.
"I'm so stupid, really."
"I just knew that going up the mountain would be difficult, but I never thought that there would be a heavy snowstorm at Ami Temple and the way down the mountain would be buried..."
“When I was standing on the mountain and suddenly felt very cold, I thought, maybe it’s bad because of the heavy snowstorm. When I turned around, I saw the scary big snowflakes falling down... "
"I want to beg Zhuang Baiyi to help me find my car, but he can't wake up himself. Senior brother, you have also lost your sword intention..."
"I'm so stupid, really..."
"..." Nande huddled in his big cotton-padded jacket, silently looking at Chen He who was sitting at the door of the courtyard talking to himself - he seemed to have turned into a nagging old woman. People.
"I'm so stupid, really, I just knew it would be difficult to go up the mountain..."
Chen He muttered sadly.
"I thought I would carry the Tianyan car around all my life..."
Nan Dequ felt like calluses had grown on his ears. He sighed and said, "You seem to have a good relationship with His Majesty Lu Ming of Peking University... Well, why don't you let him help you get your Tianyan car?" get back?"
Chen He finally ended his ramble, shook his head and said: "Although it seems okay, and he didn't lock us up, but arranged a small courtyard in the city, but you also know that the relationship with him It’s okay. In fact, it was never me, Chen He, but Nan Dao. In other words, he just felt guilty for causing that boy to become a cripple because of his own mistakes. "
This was the first time Nan Dequ heard Chen He talk about what happened here. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What is this?"
Chen He probably also remembered some things from back then. Instead of being immersed in the disappointment of losing his beloved car, he actually laughed and said: "There was a man named Hua Wuxi in Nanyi City back then? His brother It was Northern Wu Dao Master Wu Bei. Nan Dao probably offended that young man, so he planned to join forces with the two from Beitai to kill him. As a result, the young master from Peking University had his legs broken midway before he started his business, and even caused Nan Dao to suffer. Dao also had his leg broken, which resulted in the two never seeing each other again..."
Nan Dequ listened silently.
In the 103rd year of Dafengli, this Jianzong disciple rarely went out anymore. Probably only Chen Huaifeng and Zhang Xiaoyu knew about some things in Nanyi City.
It's just that it was clearly last year, but for some reason, this swordsman felt that it was already very far away.
.......
Maybe it's really far away.
Chen He's Tianyan car was actually found.
It just stayed in Beitai's hands.
This young man, who had already put on an ancient Taoist robe as his imperial robe, was sitting in the wheelchair of the Tianyan car, tilting his head and looking at the wind and snow in the world.
Bai He stood aside with a strange expression, looking as if he could return to the same young master from Peking University in a wheelchair.
It's just that some things are indeed very far away.
The two young men in Nanyi City, after a story in spring, went on two completely unrelated roads, and have not been heard from the world since.
Beitai sat in his wheelchair and looked melancholy for a long time, and then said softly: "Do you know where Nandao is now?"
Bai He thought for a while and said softly: "It seems to be in the East China Sea."
The woman in a plain-colored Taoist skirt smiled slightly and said, "He seems to be okay. The name Xixuejian does sound pretty good."
"Xixue Sword?"
Beitai sat in a wheelchair and looked up at the woman holding an umbrella beside him.
"It seems that when Donghai Swordsman asked about the sword, he failed to defeat him, so he asked about the name Xixuejian."
"What realm?"
"Climb the five realms?"
Bai He was actually a little unsure. After all, the story of such a young boy had nothing to do with the story of such a snowy country.
After leaving Nanyi City, Beitai, who had been a little expressionless of emotions and anger, now had a lively look on his face.
"That kid is awesome."
Bai He looked at Beitai silently. There was probably a lot of envy in the expression of such a young man.
But he didn't say anything, and Bai He didn't ask.
Beitai stood up from the wheelchair with a smile, took the umbrella from Bai He, limped a few steps back on the Fengxue Palace Road, and looked at the two wheelchairs that were pieced together - one was The one from Nandao was brought to him by Mr. Xuanxuyuan Mei when he found out that Nandao’s leg had been broken. The other one was naturally from Beitai.
It may be a bit sad to say it.
Such two friends whose friendship was extremely short-lived ended up in the same wheelchairs they had been sitting in after their respective legs were broken, and instead they were running around the world in an intimate relationship.
"Actually, from the beginning, I guessed that he was not an ordinary person, but I thought he would be called Wheelchair Sword or Peach Blossom Sword. With a name like Xixuejian, I really couldn't guess it."
Bai He was silent for a while and said softly: "I heard it was because there was fine snow on his sword."
Beitai smiled softly and said, "I only remember that there were many magnolia flowers on his sword."
Bai He didn't say anything else. Beitai stood in the wind and snow holding an umbrella. After a long time, he said softly: "Actually, I know something. It's not because of the fine snow on his sword, but because of the snow under his umbrella." There’s wind and snow.”
The young man turned his head, looked to the east of the human world, and said slowly: "I heard about it before we went to Huaidu, when we were still in the human world and detoured around the East China Sea. I knew it earlier than the human world. Some--when I, like the rest of the world, heard the snowstorm covering Daze in Nanyi City, I guessed that it was Nandao."
Beitai lowered his head, stepped on the thick snow on the ground, and walked casually on the palace road.
"Speaking of which, we are actually the same. We are both people who live in the wind and snow. The difference is that his is under the umbrella, while mine is..."
This young master from Peking University, who will probably ascend the throne in the near future, looked up at the ordinary umbrella and the ordinary wind and snow outside the umbrella.
"My wind and snow are outside the umbrella."
"The Bei family has endured such wind and snow for nearly a thousand years."
Beitai smiled softly, but there always seemed to be some irony in that smile.
"Jiang Zhuyu told me a few days ago about a small incident after I left Jidu, about the person who accompanied the Emperor."
"The old man always seemed to think that people like us have never experienced a long snowstorm, so we don't understand the pain of living in the snow."
Beitai let go of the umbrella in his hand, and the ancient Taoist robe under the umbrella was moving in the wind and snow. But standing here was still not a Taoist, but a young, angry emperor.
“But I know it much better than they do, and I know it much more profoundly.”
Beitai looked at the heavy snow falling all over quietly.
"Our wind and snow are outside the umbrella and also in our hearts."
Bai He didn't say anything, he just walked over silently, picked up the umbrella that Beitai had left rolling in a mess on the palace road, and propped it up above Beitai's head again.
"It will all pass, Your Majesty."
The Qingtian Dao woman said in a gentle voice.
Beitai put his arms around her, remained silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes."
...
After a lot of effort, the great monk in white finally picked up his own ear under the wind and snow in those high mountains. He stood on the top of the distant mountain for a long time, looking at the Luming Imperial Capital under the aurora.
Ming Yuyu, who was dying to die, fell to the side and looked up at the great monk in confusion.
"I heard that Mr. Bei there is about to become emperor. Why is Master still here watching?"
"Amitabha."
The monk in white clothes clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist chant, and then said calmly: "The emperor of Lu Ming has never been hereditary. Whoever can do it can do it. If I don't watch here, why should I go to the capital?" Are you watching?"
Ming Yuwei lowered his head and thought for a long time. He probably didn't understand something. After a long time, he slowly asked: "Is it possible that the master doesn't know what he is going to do?"
The monk in white loosened his hand and touched his ear - probably because the ear was just beginning to connect, the wound was a little itchy, so he scratched it seriously again.
"Of course I know. He is waiting for an opportunity to send troops from Luming and go straight to Huaidu."
"If the master knows, why can he still say such things?"
The monk in white thought for a while and said seriously: "Such a thing, if you think about it, it is not sinful. Unless he takes action."
Ming Mayfly actually smiled, looked back to the east of Fengxue, and said softly: "Huangliang is separatist, the south is insurgent, and the demon clan is divided. Huaidu has too many things to take care of now. Such an opportunity is right in front of us. If I am Beitai, and I will also wonder if this is the only opportunity in this life - this is almost obvious. If it is really put into action, does Master think it is still too late? "
The monk in white clothes stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, smiled slightly, and clasped his hands together again, revealing his extremely strong muscles.
"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the Weijia sea is returning home, the strong men are guarding the four directions, the benefactor, the poor monk..."
"He is a warrior in the world."
"Three hundred thousand green armor. If you want to cross the Luming Snowfield, you naturally need to pass the level of the poor monk first."
Ming Yuying was silent for a long time, and looked up at the great monk silently, as if he finally understood something, and said softly: "So that day in front of Ami Temple, the master recited in a low voice, was he praying for His Majesty?"
The monk in white chuckled softly and said, "You were the first to guess it."
Ming Mayfly sighed and said: "After all, the master stayed in Huangliang, but turned a deaf ear to Zhuang Baiyi's entry into Ami Temple. This makes me think more."
The monk in white didn't say anything else. He looked there quietly for a long time, then turned around, picked up the Ming Mayfly, and headed east of the wind and snow.
Although the Land of Deer and Wind and Snow is remote, it is not a small country on earth. This western snow country has always been extremely broad, with high mountains and flat rivers stretching as far as the eye can see.
It's just that such a great monk is taking steps, one step at a time.
You know, this is not in the world of Taoism in the ritual world. Even Ming Mayfly, who knows one of the three great miraculous arts in the world, Yuexingju, is held in the hands of the great monk and looks at the suddenly changing snow world. , also said in amazement: "It seems that the master is not an honest person. Didn't he tell his family not to lie? Why does the master repeatedly deny that he has magical powers?"
The great monk walked in the snowy mountains and rivers, but said with a smile: "The poor monk is indeed a disciple of Buddhism, but he only cares about his family and country. How can he be a monk? If a monk does not lie, what does he have to do with the poor monk?"
Ming Mayfly was carried in the wind and snow like a little chicken. He sighed melancholy and said, "Master is really shameless."
The great monk smiled and said nothing.
...
It is undeniable that even if the great monk does know the six magical powers of Buddhism, it still took him most of a day to walk from the vicinity of Fengxue Jidu, across the mountains and rivers, to the Fengxue mountain pass where Luming's story begins. time.
What's more, he also mentioned someone.
Ming Mayfly was casually thrown to the opposite cliff, while the great monk sat down there panting and calming down his sea of suffering.
Ming Mayfly was completely thrown away, and finally struggled to return to the most comfortable position. At this time, he couldn't help but sigh.
"If I had known that day when the master entered the Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm, I would have stayed here honestly."
Ming Mayfly looked at the fresh blood on his body that had just begun to spit out.
"It might save you the misery of falling around."
The monk in white raised his eyes and glanced at the bright mayfly on the other side, and said calmly: "What's the point of talking to me? You should talk to yourself that day, or earlier, you should talk to yourself before you step into the wind, snow and deer. He said it himself."
Ming Yuflies thought seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "If it is really possible, then I will probably only say - Ming Yuflies, Ming Yuflies, you must be careful. When you see that great monk in white, you must remember If you turn around and run away, you can't beat him."
The monk in white sighed and said, "This is probably because you are stubborn and have no regrets. You are not as clear as a certain young man."
Ming Mayfly said with a strange expression: "Young man, what kind of young man?"
The white-clothed monk turned his head and looked to the east of the Snowy Mountain Pass, and Ming Mayfly also looked over. Sure enough, in the faint wind and snow, there was a short figure crawling there with difficulty.
Ming Yuying looked at the young man in surprise. After a long time, he said softly: "So this is the master's destined person?"
The monk in white raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Are you a little disappointed?"
Ming Yuyu said sincerely: "I'm not disappointed. The master's fist prevents me from saying the word disappointment, but...ahem...but I'm very surprised."
This Southern Chu spirit wizard who obviously had only a few days to live struggled, crawled towards the edge of the cliff, lay down on the edge of the cliff, squinted his eyes and looked at the figure in the wind and snow seriously for a long time, confirming that he was not He saw it right, and then he said in amazement: "I never thought that the master's destined person would be a Huangliang man."
The monk in white looked at Ming Mayfly with some surprise and said softly: "How do you know he is a Huangliang person and not a Huaian person?"
The appearance of the boy in the wind and snow became increasingly clear.
Ming Mayfly sneered and said, "Master, when have you ever seen a Huai'an person with such pious eyes?"
"Only the Huangliang people live at the end of the story of gods and ghosts. Although they are culturally restricted by Xuanxuyuan, the belief heritage that has been inherited on the earth and in the blood for thousands of years will still allow us to maintain a deep understanding of gods and ghosts. Fear and reverence, so on top of the etiquette and manners, they possess the integrity and piety that the Huai'an people cannot possess."
As the Nanchu Spirit Witch spoke, he raised his head with great difficulty, looked at the sky above the wind and snow, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "Even if the goddess has left the world again. Such a posture must still be used. Thousands of years to forget."
The monk in white just smiled softly and said: "Wherever it takes a thousand years, a hundred years will be enough."
Ming Mayfly looked at the monk on the other side of the cliff with some confusion.
This great monk with a high level of martial virtue piously paid tribute to His Majesty in the north of the world.
"The story of Mr. Yun Zhong is much easier to tell than the story of Mr. Xue Zhong. Once the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are no longer isolated, the benefactor, Huang Liang's faith, will eventually be integrated into the folk customs of Dafeng Dynasty."
Ming Mayfly fell silent.
However, the great monk ignored the Southern Chu spirit wizard again. He sang a Buddhist chant in a low voice and stood up from the cliff. He looked at the bewildered spirit wizard who walked to the foot of the snowy mountain pass. He looked up at the dying spirit wizard on the left, and then Looking at the smiling monk with sore ears on the right, the young man seemed a little at a loss.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has been waiting here for a long time."
The great monk's words were probably correct, as can be seen from the ugly frostbite scars on his ears.
The young man seemed a little frightened and subconsciously stepped back.
However, the white-clothed monk who was still on the cliff suddenly appeared under the cliff. In front of the young man, he stepped on the snow marks that the young man had just stepped on.
The young man opened his eyes wide in shock, looking at this incredible scene.
It was just that such a monk seemed to have no ill intentions. This made the young man give up the idea of turning around and running away. He stood there and hesitated for a long time before he imitated the posture of the great monk, clasped his hands together, lowered his head respectfully, and whispered softly. Said: "Master...are you...waiting for me?"
The monk in white smiled slightly.
"Since you asked me, then naturally I'm waiting for you, but I'm not waiting for you. Those who are destined have other things."
The young man didn't seem to understand the meaning of such a sentence.
The monk in white just smiled and chanted the Buddha's name, then stretched out his right hand and spread it out in front of the young man.
The white stone that a certain black-robed sword cultivator had been searching for for a long time and paid a very heavy price for was quietly appeared in front of the young man.
The young man hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and easily picked up the white stone under the incredible gaze of a wizard on the high cliff.
"What's this?"
The monk in white who was not a monk smiled slightly.
"This is a stone, it's just destined to be with you. What's your name?"
"Zhao is happy."
The young man's mind was on the small white stone and he said casually.
"My name is Zhao Gaoxing, master."
