In the room, Jing Che stood up with difficulty, watching his tall figure cast an empty black shadow on the door, and the wind swayed and disappeared. She supported her knees and walked out step by step, as if this simple step also required her great effort.

When I opened the door, the wind outside was inexplicably strong. The wind was rolling through the hall and rolled up in fine sand, and penetrated into her empty trousers and laces. She was so thin that she seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time.

"Where do you go?" Yexiu walked in from the side yard and held her body.

"Where is he?"

"It's almost a month and a half, he went to worship the temple."

She nodded, and without saying anything, she crossed and walked towards the temple.

This distance is not long. Baili Fengjian blinked in the wind and arrived, but short but long. Jingche walked for a long time, like an old and weak woman with staggering steps. It took her four years to walk back to Jingche from red clothes.

Ye Xiu followed her step by step, keeping a few steps away.

Until he stood under the open bluestone steps of the temple, Jing Che saw through the gray sky, and saw the wind lifting up the pale soul banners on the eaves of the temple, making a sound, mixed with cold air, leaping straight into the base of the neck.

"If you don't find another exit, you may have to force yourself out." After stepping over the white jade floor tiles paved at the entrance of the temple, Yuan Ji's voice was low and majestic.

"I have never found any other exit in Yiyang Valley," Baili Fengjian stood with his hands behind his back, and the stone steps were just walking past the few people carrying the bronze tripod. The originally blocked vision gradually became cheerful. "If you force yourself to break through..."

As he spoke, his voice lowered. Yuanji looked down suspiciously along his gaze. Under the bluestone steps was a girl in single clothes, with her long dark hair bulging in the wind, and she felt a distant and unseen beauty.

Many years later, Jing Che forgot many things in the past, things that love or hate to the core, and time has passed too long and smoothed the torrent. Only this scene has been renewed in her memory. He and her were separated by a short stairs, and their eyes passed through the sparse crowd to see each other. However, in Jing Che's feeling, she was looking at the other side of a surging river, with fog everywhere, and they were separated from each other, with the sound of waves, and no one was ferrying.

Baili Fengjian's face was blurred in the wind. She saw the majestic statue standing tall behind him. In fact, he looked more like a god from the turbid world. With her mortal hand, she couldn't even hold the wind tightly with her clothes, so it was so far away.

She remembered that there was such a scene many years ago. When she was still a girl, she stood in the crowd and looked at him who was above him. At that time, the thought in his heart turned out to be a prophecy in the future.

——She is extraordinary, and he is not a god, but he is still going further and further in her story.

"Master." She spoke first, but her voice was not heavy, and she was disturbed by the wind.

Baili Fengjian still heard it thoroughly. For eight years, when he dreamed of midnight countless times, he would miss the various gestures of Ache calling his master in the past. Now the girl's voice was truly heard in his ears for the first time, but he heard an indifference without emotion.

As calm as him, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat at this time. His throat was a little hard, and he wanted to call her but stopped. He once said to Hongyi in person that if Ache became a person like her, he would send her clean with one sword. But when Hongyi was really Ache, he could not kill her with one sword as he said. He couldn't do it, otherwise he would not try every means to save her.

What everyone unexpectedly expected was that the next second the woman in single-clothed legs bent and knelt towards Baili Fengjian who was indifferent on the stone steps.

His curled fingers were a little shaking, and her alienation made him feel scared. Because even when he was a disciple, he forced her to kneel down. She kowtowed her perfunctorily for a long time and was done, and she never kowtowed three times and nine times like now.

Her body crawled on the ground, her forehead solemnly knocked on the stone steps three times, and when she raised her head, she had already turned scarlet on the corner of her forehead. She pursed her lips and let her long hair be lifted by the wind, and she refused to stop bulging into the air, whipping on her face like a whip.

"I didn't realize the great ceremony of apprenticeship in that year, and I will return it all today." Jing Che paused word by word, unprecedentedly solemn.

If she wants to return the favor, she wants to be ruthless.

The corner of the eaves of the temple was slanted into the sky, waiting for the takeoff was a bit sad, and the wind was in full swing again.

Baili Fengjian stood at a high place, and the temple remained motionless behind him, just like his expression. The wind blew his clothes and flicked.

Jing Che got up, took another step, knelt down three times, and his forehead broke through a thread of red blood. She probably didn't know that her sonorous and soft voice sometimes made people heartbreak: "From walking out of Qiye Imperial Tomb at the age of fourteen to leaving Jiahuang Mountain at the age of eighteen, my master's four years of raising me will never forget my disciples."

In fact, it was more than four years and three months. When she left, it was the cold night of the twelfth lunar month. After all, she couldn't wait until June. She saw the June snow blooming on the Yunqian Peak in the fifth year.

During these four years, it was destined to be uneasy from the first encounter. She only heard him later that on that moonlit night twelve years ago, she was still chubby on his back, and because she didn't know that the sky and the earth were too high and too noisy, he lit up his sleeping hole. She shouted hatefully that he was so lacking in patience at that time, but she forgot that her game was also fun from the beginning, and she got angry and challenged his patience again and again, making him worry about her, and finally shook hands and made peace, and repeated.

Their running-in period is so long that no one is willing to give in, but they change for each other without realizing it.

"Why not?" Ye Xiu finally couldn't help but step forward, trying to stop Jing Che from doing this, and hugging her arm to make her stand up.

However, Jing Che still bent down resolutely and bowed his head three times, and the blood became stronger and stronger.

When she raised her head, she felt dizzy in front of her. She couldn't see his expression as he was above her. She felt that this scene could be seen everywhere in their past. He looked down at her humility and then left behind.

But if she hadn't loved him, how could she be humble?

"It is unkind to love the teacher; it is unfaithful to hold a grudge for eight years; it is unfair to refuse to recognize each other when they meet."

"The sinful disciple Jing Che is unforgivable, but I was not killed by Qiying and Yu Xi at that time."

Because of pride, she suffered so much in vain. Now, Yun Tanfengqing fought for her innocence, but she did not feel ashamed. Maybe it was because it had been long enough, or maybe she no longer cared about it.

Baili Fengjian's eyes shook, his palms tightened, his knuckles were pinched innocence, and he chuckled. At this time, Yuan Ji beside him whispered to him: "If this continues, her newly recovered body may collapse again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge sound of shattering came. The bluestone stairs at the top were shattered by Baili Fengjian with internal force, and they were flattened into a bumpy slope. The collapsed gravel splashed in all directions and was about to hit Jing Che, and a wind in his sleeve was forcibly shook into powder and fell down.

Even if he was so angry that he wanted to hurt, he would end up in a protective posture. As a master, he was also in a state of turmoil over and over again.

Jing Che looked up at the fine sand in front of him without expression. Above the fine sand was winding, and behind the wind was his blue face, and he was approaching her.

Are you angry? This murderous aura only reminded her of Yu Xi's death eight years ago. He also looked like this when he pointed his sword at her. Why are he angry now?

She didn't know, nor did she want to guess. She kowtowed to him last, and a large piece of shocking blood had already appeared on the forehead, and when she touched the ground, she fainted a dark red spot. The wind stuck to her side face along her hair. When she stood up, her legs were floating under her legs and almost collapsed.

At the twenty-six steps, she bowed three times in one step, and walked for two incense sticks for a long time.

Baili Fengjian had already reached out at that moment, and Ye Xiu helped her first.

Her pale and dry lips shivered in the wind irresistibly. She looked extremely weak. If she had no support, she might just fall straight in front of him. The expression in her dark pupils was tough and proud.

He thought it was still the past, when he fell from the sky during all her dangers. She hid in his arms and cried or made a fuss, and even insisted on holding him unyieldingly. The soft and soft "Master" and "Master" were like red lines wrapped around her heart.

Now Jing Che was holding a piece of the corner of his clothes tightly in his palm, and used the last part of his strength to make himself stand up straight in front of him, and said the last sentence with difficulty: "We will be together and we will be the one who will be together. Today, we will be the Sword Saint of Jiahuang, and I am the Red Clothes of the Imperial Capital. Even if we die of old age, we will have nothing to do with it."

Her eyes finally left his face freely and crossed his shoulders. When she saw the statue of the god, her empty eyes seemed to be compassionate, and as if they were out of the matter.

If Baili Fengjian was still reluctant to leave the other moment before, then the relief in her eyes at this moment was the last executioner.

"Since I'm going to return," Baili Fengjian's clear voice suddenly came out of the sheath, the cold air was shining, and the snow-white blade reflected his rarely serious face, and the words from the corners of his lips were cold: "It's still clear."

He drew his sword very quickly, and no one had time to stop him. A silver light flashed by, and Jing Che had already closed his eyes in the sword energy.

The expected blood did not come. After a long time of opening her eyes, she saw a scattered long hair scattered on the ground.

When I used to tie my hair for you, I wouldn’t expect that one day I would cut my hair and break my meaning.

So...it's all clean.

"The things I left for me when I left, now it should be the original owner." His voice sounded impeccable, and the ending sound finally sank, with a little helplessness.

He pulled a perennial stone from his neck and threw it to her, but Jing Che did not take it and let the amber stone fall to the ground and smash it.

Baili Fengjian lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "I broke it once before, and the blood inside just solved your blood-sinking technique - if I had guessed the clue at that time, these things would not happen again."

He walked down the steps by Jingche, stepping past the blood she had when she came.

Jing Che squatted down and squeezed a handful of amber stone in his hand. This place once contained her blood, her past farewell and nostalgia.

Her tears fell like a floodgate when she turned away from him, and her face looked as if it was indifferent, and even sarcastic.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind rolled up on the ground, and a man seemed to appear in the air. His body first stepped out of the fault, but his face was still vaguely unseen.

He squatted down and held Jing Che's bloody hand, his voice gracefully and evil: "I saw my future in your past."

Jing Che blinked in a daze, and everything disappeared as soon as the wind passed, as if it was just her illusion. She looked back and saw that Baili Fengjian's figure was leaving, and she still looked as cold as a mountain.
Chapter completed!