Xia Zhichan waited until the fire in the temple began to turn from high to low. Many of the original dilapidated walls collapsed under the fire. Even the strongest hall had several broken walls that were burned to black.
There was only charcoal with sparks left in the courtyard, black smoke was rising, and sharp cracking sounds kept coming.
"It should be fine..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw an inconspicuous dirt bag bulging out from the burned-out door. Because there were black marks all around, the dirt bag was very inconspicuous.
But Xia Zhichan still saw it at a glance.
His heart suddenly trembled, and in a subconscious reaction that was almost too late to think, he first pushed away Nan Er who was standing next to him with his back to the temple, and then shook his sleeves.
Bang! !
Two voices sounded almost at the same time. Nan Er was forcefully pushed out by Xia Zhichan in the front, and the inconspicuous sound of the earth bag exploding was in the back.
Something that was so charred that only a human figure could barely be distinguished emerged from under the earthen bag. Sparks fell from his body from time to time, but this did not become an obstacle to stop him.
He rushed toward Xia Zhichan extremely quickly. He raised his hands that had lost his forearms and thrust them in with great force. At the same time, he opened his fangs in his mouth to bite.
It should be the white-haired zombie, but now it is a hairless black monkey. The whole body is black, and there are still burning carbon blocks in some places.
With red eyes, he took out his final revenge on the careless Xia Zhichan.
Buzz!
Xia Zhichan raised his hand and released a sword energy.
The reason why he did not choose the more powerful cinnabar yellow talisman was simply because the activation time of the yellow talisman was too long. The current situation had reached the point of urgency and it was too late.
Bang!
The sword energy accurately stabbed the acupuncture point on the zombie's chest, leaving a deep pit visible to the naked eye in his iron-hard skin, but even such an attack did not stop the zombie.
Buzz!
There was another sword cry.
But this time it didn't come from Xia Zhichan, but from the distance behind him. This time it wasn't an invisible sword energy, but a real flying sword.
The wooden sword is three feet long and has no edge to cut down monsters.
The peach wood sword flew out, and it stabbed the zombie's chest at an extremely fast speed. I don't know whether it was intentional or accidental. The sword pierced the place where Xia Zhichan's sword energy had left traces. .
Pfft—the wooden sword passed through the body without a trace of nostalgia. Following the sound, the zombie didn't have time to react, and fell directly to the ground, gradually turning into ashes.
The wind in the winter night blows away, taking away all the remaining black ashes. I don’t know where it will go in the end and which piece of land it will nourish.
The Taomu Sword flew over, turned in mid-air, and then flew back to the man's hand after turning around in a circle.
"It's worthy of being in the Dengtang realm..."
Xia Zhichan looked at the traces of black charcoal on the ground. After a long time of effort, he and Nan Er, together with the spiritual statue, failed to completely eliminate the white-haired zombies. And a sword in the Dengtang realm wiped him out as easily as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Of course, that was because the white-haired zombies had been almost consumed by Xia Zhichan and the others before, so they were easily killed with one sword.
But that's just an excuse.
Xia Zhichan knew very well that although the sword just seemed ordinary and did not have any powerful power, even if the white-haired zombie was in its prime, it might not be able to stop this sword.
"Oh shit, you almost threw me to death..."
Nan Er faced the temple gate with his back and did not see what happened at all. He was suddenly pushed out by Xia Zhichan and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
He rubbed his lower back. There were a few small gravels on the ground that had hit him when he fell. It felt really sore.
"You should have a good rest."
Xia Zhichan just said something casually, and then didn't even look at Nan Er on the ground. She didn't even intend to reach out to help him, but walked straight away.
Beside the path in the distance, a man dressed in white stood quietly.
"Xia Zhichan, you are riding a horse..."
Nan Er glanced back, and then he could only swallow the curse words in his mouth angrily, and muttered in a low voice:
"A guy who forgets his friends when he sees sex."
…
Beside the mountain path, the woman in white put her little hands behind her back, and her fingers were lightly intertwined. She lowered her head guiltily and counted the pebbles at her feet.
Xia Zhichan walked to her side and looked at the woman who dared not speak. He was not in a hurry to say hello, so he raised his head and stared at the sceneless scenery in the distance.
The wind in the winter night was very strong, and I don’t know who’s heartstrings were unintentionally disturbed.
The woman was speechless. She lowered her head and said nothing. The little hands behind her back became harder and harder, and her knuckles turned white.
The man pretended not to know, and also did not speak. He just used the corners of his eyes to quietly look at the woman's profile, and tried to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Boom - the war drums in the sky sounded, and then as the drums sounded from far to near, the surrounding wind began to rotate and dance rapidly.
A black cloud floated over at some point and shrouded everyone's heads, rolling the clouds with the sound of thunder.
Tick--
A drop of rain fell.
Falling into the burnt temple, into the dancing sparks, into the dry blades of grass, into the hair of men and women.
Xia Zhichan took out an oil-paper umbrella from her sleeve robe, opened it casually, and put the umbrella over the heads of herself and the woman.
It was an ordinary oil-paper umbrella bought casually from the roadside. If held by one person, it could block all the wind and rain.
If there are two people, they either need to be very close to each other, or someone needs to stand outside the umbrella at the expense of others.
Jiang Qin listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the oil-paper umbrella above her head. The voice seemed to be urging her to give up her childish attitude and speak out boldly.
She moved towards Xia Zhichan awkwardly, shortening the distance between the two people.
"Xia Zhichan..."
She didn't know what to say, and the words she had planned in her heart seemed to magically disappear, turning from a long speech into a piece of rice paper that was so white that there were no ink spots.
I could only open my mouth and call his name subconsciously.
"Um."
Xia Zhichan looked at the woman who looked like a frightened rabbit. Even when she heard her calling her name, she didn't rush to reply. She just replied with a simple nasal sound.
"me……"
Jiang Qin's little hands were tangled together. She pouted and wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.
I shouldn't have said goodbye without saying goodbye. I'm really sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration. It was because Master urged me too urgently, so I forgot to say goodbye to you in a hurry. I promise it won't happen again, so I hope you can...
This was the rhetoric she prepared before meeting Xia Zhichan. She first admitted her mistake, then attributed the cause of the mistake to her master, and put the blame away first.
I don’t know if the immortal far away on the top of Longhu Mountain knew that his precious apprentice was actually planning to say this, would he call the female university unlucky?
"I……"
Master, I'm sorry. Disciple, I'll apologize to you when I get back.
Jiang Qin was about to say something, but as soon as she raised her head, she saw Xia Zhichan's cold eyes. The words she finally remembered were forgotten in an instant, and she could only say in an aggrieved tone:
"I was wrong."
Xia Zhichan originally planned to show Jiang Qin a straight face, but as soon as she heard the woman's soft voice full of guilt and grievance, her heart suddenly softened.
Seeing the woman crying, he could only stretch out his hand and pinch her cheek, with a soft smile on his face.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, why have I turned into a little crybaby..."
"I……"
When Jiang Qin saw Xia Zhichan smiling, the grievances in her heart not only did not diminish but became more severe. She could no longer control the tears in her eyes, stretched out her hands to grab the man's shirt, and buried her face in his chest.
"Okay, I said you're a crybaby, but you actually started crying. Did someone make you feel wronged? If you feel wronged, tell me, and I'll beat him up."
Jiang Qin just couldn't control her emotions for a moment. She listened to the man's half-joking voice in her ear, and her originally excited mood slowly calmed down.
"I...I want to apologize."
The woman said truthfully.
Xia Zhichan held an oil-paper umbrella with one hand and patted her back gently with the other.
"Apologies must be made with your mouth..."
As he spoke, he held up the woman's pink cheeks with his hands, met her blank and confused eyes within a breathable distance, and put his fingers on her chin so that she could not dodge his eyes at all.
"But it's not something to say."
Jiang Qin blushed, of course she understood what the other party meant. So he grabbed Xia Zhichan's shoulders with both hands and raised his toes vigorously, shortening the little distance between the two people.
His eyes were closed tightly, and his slender eyelashes were trembling slightly. The hands holding his shoulders were even harder, and there were faint veins on the back of the white hands.
He came closer with an almost death-defying attitude, which made Xia Zhichan feel angry and funny at the same time.
He was not in a hurry, and even leaned back so that Jiang Qin, who was approaching on tiptoes, could not touch him.
Jiang Qin, who had tried his best, found that he had not touched what he should have touched, so he quietly opened his eyes a crack.
Seeing Xia Zhichan's face that was close but out of reach, and the evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
While Jiang Qin was ashamed, a little anger also welled up in her heart.
People have tried so hard to apologize, but you don’t know how to cooperate? He is still here deliberately making things difficult for others. He is really a bad person!
Xia Zhichan kept staring at Jiang Qin's face. He could catch even the smallest expression, not to mention Jiang Qin's obvious coquettishness.
So he released the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella at an extremely fast speed, then slid down the curve of Jiang Qin's back, skipping her slender waist, and supported her round flesh.
Jiang Qin was directly lifted up by his hands, and his toes were completely off the ground. Before she could resist, Xia Zhichan blocked her mouth in the most direct way.
"Well……"
The oil-paper umbrella stood out of thin air, blocking the wind and rain outside for the two of them, and also covering up the beautiful scenery under the umbrella.
The raindrops were falling, and there was constant murmuring under the umbrella.
I don’t know how much time passed until the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.
The night sky was so clean after being washed by the rain. The crescent moon, as slender as a woman's Emei, hung on the star-studded curtain, emitting soft light.
The new year came quietly without disturbing anyone. Firecrackers were blasting in the village at the foot of the mountain in the distance, but the sound could not reach this mountain forest.
Quiet, so quiet that you can only hear each other's heartbeats.
Jiang Qin's toes that were hanging in the air finally landed. She almost sat down on the ground with her legs weak. Fortunately, Xia Zhichan still had some conscience and knew how to hold her up.
On New Year's Day, she was close to her beloved. In her previous life, since she left her mother, she couldn't remember what it was like to celebrate New Year.
Now, it seems that what has been missing in my heart has been completely filled, and no matter how many years pass in the future, it will never fade away.
"Jiang Qin..."
The man was obviously close to her, but he still liked to call her name. After getting a positive answer, he softly said in the woman's ear:
"Happy New Year."
Jiang Qin was a little itchy by the hot air blowing in his ears. She could only hide her cheek to the side and poke his chest a few times with her slender fingertips:
"Happy New Year……"
…
"What a wonderful couple, my junior brother is so lucky..."
In the mountain forest at an unknown distance, Qing Yi, who was holding an umbrella, was walking and whispering in his mouth.
He was walking on the narrow path, surrounded by dry and dead vegetation. Even on the first day of the new year, he could not feel a trace of happiness.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed gently in the forest.
I don't know where the winter wind came from, bringing the man's extremely suppressed voice:
"It's coming soon, it's coming soon..."
