Xu Zhuchen has forgotten how many days he has been walking in the snow.
The terrain of the three northwest states is high, so autumn begins early. Zhimuma is covered with snow-capped mountains, and the snow does not melt all year round. It is surprisingly cold in July and August. Xu Zhuchen has a strong body of ice and snow and is not afraid of the cold. Even so, he wrapped himself in a cotton jacket and cotton trousers before he dared to go up the mountain.
The last trace left by Xiao Mei was at Frost King Peak in Zhinuma. Someone saw a ball of fire rushing into the mountain, and there seemed to be a human figure in the center of the flame. Xu Zhuchen didn't believe that Xiao Mei's internal energy could return to her body so suddenly, but such a huge burn mark could not be produced by Xiao Mei's small ring. Given the facts, she couldn't help but not believe it. As Xiao Mei's close friend, and in order to maintain the peace and safety of Zhinuma, she must find Xiao Mei first.
A cold wind blew up in the mountains, biting the bones. Xu Zhuchen walked on the path with his sword in hand. As he walked, he thought, would it be cold in this ice and snow?
She followed the burn marks on the ground and saw a small stone pavilion in front of her. The pavilion was covered with a thick layer of snow. There was no one in the pavilion, only a cup of warm tea. Xiao Mei is not here.
Xu Zhuchen breathed out, and the hot air immediately turned into snow-white water vapor after exiting the room. She picked up the tea cup - what was inside was her favorite drink, Hou Kui. She couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
The burn marks left by Xiao Mei were broken here, and there were no longer large exposed burnt dark brown marks on the snow surface. Xu Zhuchen drank the tea in one gulp, looked around the pavilion, and finally found some faint footprints outside the pavilion.
Xiao Mei is proficient in Qinggong, and her practice is different from ordinary people. She does not rely on internal strength, but simply relies on her superb physical skills to react instinctively. Her skill is called "Xiao Xing", and Xu Zhuchen learned from her when she was twelve years old. Although physical skills and internal skills belong to different schools, Xiao Xing's practice seems to have opened up her understanding of Qing Gong. Among her peers, her Ningqing footwork practice is the most exquisite, and Xiao Xing's help is indispensable.
But beside those traceless footprints in the snow, there were exposed grass blades that had been burnt to the point of withering. Xu Zhuchen jumped down from the pavilion and stepped on those footprints, step by step, following in Xiao Mei's footsteps.
The internal energy that disappeared inexplicably, the skills that disappeared inexplicably, and the internal energy that returned to her inexplicably.
The power that made her sleep inexplicably, the attitude that inexplicably changed, and the inexplicable attack on Qian Cheng.
An inexplicable meeting, an inexplicable trust, and memories that returned to her mind inexplicably.
It seems that from the moment they met, Xiao Mei was filled with many unfathomable and inexplicable things. Those weird mysteries and incompleteness were like an inherent part of Xiao Mei. Xu Zhuchen was almost carried away by the joy of reunion, and did not realize how dangerous these coincidences and inexplicables were.
What a dangerous and fragile encounter, the only life-saving straw for the drowning person, hold it tightly in your hand, even if it is dripping with blood.
So much expectation, so much longing, so much self-doubt, that she almost suspected that everything was a dream. There was so much joy, so much luck, and so much caution that Xu Zhuchen almost forgot what Xiao Mei looked like.
What does her Xiaoxiao look like, the one who laughed and sparred with her under the tree, sang with her and ran along the river bank, held hands with her and counted the clouds in the sky?
Xu Zhuchen still remembers the day they parted. She avoided the bustling crowds and noisy carriages, sneaked into the backyard, and whispered Xiao Mei's name. She didn't miss any corner, but she could never find Xiao Mei.
"Azadirachta?" Xu Zhuchen called in a low voice, biting his lips anxiously, "Azadirachta! Where are you! I have to leave, I really want to leave!"
The backyard was quiet and no one made any sound. With sharp ears, Xu Zhuchen heard that his mother had asked his second aunt about his whereabouts, and he was even more anxious, almost crying: "Ah, where are you? Please, if you are here, come out quickly, I want to go back It’s Meichuan!”
A gust of wind blew by, and the restless heat of late summer and early autumn was swept away. Xu Zhuchen was anxious, and felt that the wind was like blasting her skin. She suddenly forgot what Xiao Mei had warned her about, "Don't reveal to others that I am here." She used her inner strength unskillfully to turn the snow-cold white light into rays of light extending in all directions. Tentacles spreading in the backyard.
She was too immature and her internal strength was not deep, but because of her excessive efforts, she burst out with astonishing pressure. The grass and trees in the backyard were suddenly covered with hoarfrost, and the leafy neem tree also lost a layer of branches and leaves. Xu Zhuchen's lips turned white, and her blood-red eyes became brighter red, but she still felt it was not enough, so she stretched out her arms to use up more internal energy.
At this moment, a pair of warm hands covered her eyes from behind.
"Okay, don't use your internal power like this." Xiao Mei's voice was also warm, making Xu Zhuchen almost instantly forget how wronged he was, "Internal power is the source of a warrior's life. It is too dangerous for the body to use so much internal power. . Remember, from now on, such use of internal power at any cost will never be allowed."
Xu Zhuchen eagerly grabbed Xiao Mei's hand and turned around. Her movement was a bit big, and Xiao Mei was pulled forward by her and fell straight into her blood-red eyes.
"It's all your fault." Xu Zhuchen choked, "You deliberately avoided me, why did you avoid me!"
Xiao Mei looked at her and couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you crying again? Look, the tears are frozen." As she said this, she gently took her right hand out of Xu Zhuchen's palm and touched Xu Zhuchen's face. Frozen tears on my face. Xu Zhuchen saw a fire rising from her fingertips and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the blue flame gently caressed her cheek, only turning the ice into water and not hurting her at all.
Seeing that Xu Zhuchen stopped crying, Xiao Mei wanted to take out his left hand again, but when he tried hard, Xu Zhuchen held it harder.
"Don't deal with me, I know, you just think we will never see each other again, right?"
Xiao's big brown-black eyes were as bright as fine gemstones. Her black hair was tied up casually, and her red clothes were a little faded from the washing. Looking at Xu Zhuchen's hazy tearful eyes, she looked absolutely stunning. Xu Zhuchen looked at her hesitant look, his mouth dropped, and he was about to cry again.
Xiao Mei looked at her, and his tone was a little low: "Zhuchen, we are all very happy during this period, right? That's good. Good things in the world don't last long, colorful clouds are easy to scatter, glass is fragile, and the banquet has its moments. , it's impossible to be happy day and night. In this case, it's better not to experience separation... But don't worry -" She forced a smile, and Xu Zhuchen knew she was fake at a glance, "Even if we separate , I will always remember you, and I will always remember this period."
Xu Zhuchen bit his lip, almost engraving Xiao Mei's words in his mind. She finally let go of Xiao Mei's hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "I don't want you to remember."
Xiao Mei was stunned for a moment, but then he heard Xu Zhuchen cry and say word by word: "I don't want you to remember, Ah Mei, I will come to see you every year from now on! I am not as powerful as you now, but in the future I will I will practice harder and harder, and next year, the year after, maybe some time, I will be better than you."
She was so sure that Xiao Mei was almost shocked. She looked at the sobbing Xu Zhuchen carefully, smiled and said, "Okay."
It was a genuine smile. Xiao Mei smiled sincerely, took Xu Zhuchen's hand, and said: "From now on, when we meet here, we will compete to see who is better."
The sounds of carriages and horses outside the door were getting closer and closer, and Xu Zhuchen no longer stayed with Xiao Mei. When parting, Xiao Mei finally couldn't help crying. She wiped her nose, forced a smile and said, "As agreed, if you don't come, then I will be the more powerful one."
Xu Zhuchen nodded vigorously. She watched as Xiao Mei jumped onto the neem tree and disappeared. She wiped away her tears and quietly looked forward to seeing each other again next time.
If she could know about their reunion, would she still choose to make a pact with Xiao Mei?
