The sunlight was covered with a quiet snow light, warm and cold, and the shadows of the branches and trees slanted into the setting sun.
It was almost evening, and everything that should be taught was finished. Jing Che was doing well, but Baili Fengjian finally closed his eyebrows and asked, "A Che, what's wrong with you today?"
Jing Che pretended to be confused: "What?"
His eyes looked Jingche up and down. Baili Fengjian was pulling his lips and opening his mouth. He guessed that he was sarcastic and sarcastic words, but he was interrupted by a voice from afar.
"Sword Saint!"
A white-clothed disciple walked down from the sword, bowed first, and then hurriedly handed over a piece of brocade.
Baili Fengjian shook open and looked at it. Finally, before Jing Che glanced at him with curious eyes, he put his sleeves in his usual turmoil: "I know."
The disciple did not expect that the Sword Saint would have such a salty and unpretentious reaction. He looked up and was stunned. He was anxious and frozen on his face, but he didn't want to say much, so he bowed and retreated.
Baili Fengjian withdrew his sword, shook the snow all over his body, and said, "Let's practice tomorrow."
After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back, and finally turned around and pulled his lips, making a conclusion, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Ache, learn slowly, I'm so impatient, I don't look like you."
He hasn't had much patience, and he has been even more absent-minded recently. He just gave a stern look, but now he has lost his patience. Jing Che was a little disappointed, but he squeezed away his leisurely steps with a proud look on his face, walked in front of him and went back to the room first.
In the second half of the night, heavy snow began to stir up in some way, and the sky became intermittently dark, with different ink colors.
The carved door creaked through the cracks, Jing Che wrapped his cloak tightly, and walked out carefully.
The wind suddenly blew tighter, the snow on the hair melted, and it flowed down the neck into the vest, making it cold and hot.
The immortal stick in her arms was filled with a thin and transparent light, illuminating an inch of the road ahead, and the endless darkness was still winding past. All the way to the back mountain, she took off her cloak and put it on the railing of the pavilion, and yelled at her palm.
She didn't want him to know, so she just took it out and practiced hard.
Following his smooth sword technique in my memory, he learned every move and a nose and eyes. The dense sword lights were round the ground, but they were beautiful but less sharp.
After practicing it several times, Ben's body was sweating prone to being cold and his last move was skewed. Daigo escaped and staggered into the snow.
He grabbed his hair with a slight anger and leaned over to pick up the dilu, but his feet were floating and he fell into the snow.
The head was really heavy, as if he was suffering from the cold and he was sleepy. He really wanted to lie down in the cold snow and didn't want to get up.
After a while, she struggled to get up, put her cloak on her arm, and she didn't feel cold all the way through the messy wind and snow, and her body felt uncomfortable as if it was burning. She staggered to the back hall pharmacy, grabbed a few pills based on her memory, and swallowed them whole into her mouth.
He went back in the dark with sleepy eyes open and felt that it was almost the same room. Jing Che pushed the door and entered the room. He was lazy to light candles and only thought about going back to the bed and wrapping the quilt.
I suddenly heard a low murmur, extremely unclear, like a vague sigh, as if calling someone's name: "Axi..."
It seemed like a hallucination in the darkness, and there seemed to be a loose smell of alcohol in the room. Jing Che suddenly opened his eyes and the movement disappeared again.
She didn't care about it, and wanted to walk straight in, but was picked up by a back collar without hesitation, and a voice with anger: "Who?"
Xiufeng rubbed a ball of flame and swung it out, hitting the candle wick. With a slight thunder, a bright light was pulled out of the room.
"Master?"
She was startled and became more conscious. She looked around in surprise and realized that she had walked into the wrong room. This place should be a room that was locked on weekdays, and her residence was still in the back row. She was so drowsy at night that she had not left a corridor and ran here by chance.
But Master...why is he here? He is drinking again?
Before she asked, he locked his eyebrows first, the candlelight in his eyes was shredded with elusive depth, and he pulled his lips viciously, "What are you doing in?"
The true and fierceness that flashed in his tone was accurately captured by her.
Jing Che subconsciously took a step away, feeling that at this moment, the master was like a lion protecting the position, with a lazy body peeling off, and the uncovered shock was revealed. She was more sensitive to the fact that she was regarded as an outsider and was isolated from his position.
A cold wind blew in from behind, and suddenly my hair stood up. I felt a little cold in just a single dress and wanted to put on the big cloak on my hand. However, due to the solemn breath, I gritted my teeth and suppressed the trembling of my body, and left my eyes to escape from his cold eyes, and explained embarrassedly: "Isn't this room locked on weekdays? I took the wrong path while touching the darkness, so I accidentally came in..."
His eyes were like rainy stones in the deep pool, and a little cold appeared in his sudden smile. Her voice lowered, she consciously shut up, and heard him say without emotion: "Go out."
Jing Che looked at him in disbelief, and grievance and anger gradually surged in his eyes.
But he had already explained what he wanted to do? As for such a merciless face?
He didn't look at her at all, but turned his back and walked into the drooping curtain. Something seemed to be in a dark place in the tent. His eyes seemed to have become long and affectionate as soon as he looked there.
Jing Che's self-esteem was severely frustrated and extremely angry. He picked up the copper candlestick on the table and smashed it behind Baili Fengjian's back. He rubbed a faint crying voice in his angry voice: "What kind of anger at me for no reason!"
The candlestick hit the side, and with an unrestrained force, it hit the thing behind the curtain.
With a bang, the ceramics broke into the ground.
It was like a colorful hall. After a sound came, everything was quiet. Suddenly, the wind sounded outside, squeezed into the crack of the window, and was as if it was competing, confusing in the air like hearing hallucinations.
A broken head rolled out from the curtain and lay on the ground, looking very strange. However, when you look closely at the head, the face is not ferocious. It turns out that it is a porcelain statue of a woman, and she smashed it all into pieces.
Pieces of white porcelain sculptures were caged in the yellow candlelight, motionless, as if they were crying old faces.
It was so broken that it probably couldn't be made up for it. Jing Che was stunned and slightly panicked.
Baili Fengjian stood firmly for a while, turned around, his eyes fainted from the unspeakable pain, which made people feel a little thrilling.
"I--" The girl's panic was half hidden between her eyebrows, her fingers involuntarily gathered together, revealing a little apology.
"Get out."
In the sky outside, the wind and snow became tighter, and thousands of threads were like raining arrows. A layer of window paper shone with candles, and it penetrated into a pair of peach blossom eyes. It seemed like a big show was on the verge of color, and it was made in pink.
"Isn't it just a broken porcelain sculpture? Why are you pulling?" She straightened her back straight and turned around and left.
With a "bang", the wind and rain poured on her.
When I got back to the room, I got up with my quilt and fell asleep. I woke up again and it was the second day.
His eyes were still pressing on his heart, and he felt really angry, as if he couldn't get rid of his body.
A little aggrieved and a little ashamed. However, after this, she said something, and her proud temperament did not allow her to give in and apologize first.
Jing Che was so angry that he hammered the quilt that was swelling with the air. He calculated that the agreed date with Gong Lin was tomorrow, and he became more and more anxious.
However, when she thought of the loser kowtowed, she instantly felt fighting spirit. Before she even started, she could not underestimate herself and lost her momentum first.
No matter what temper he had made for Baili Fengjian, she could do it herself. Feng Feng got up, got up to wash, and took the digu to practice swordsmanship. When she passed by the hall, she glanced at it, but there was no one.
At this time, a piece of paper with a curse floated over from the desk and was fixed in front of her.
"A few days to go down the mountain." The dragon and the phoenix danced, with a concise meaning.
"What are you doing--" The paper was crumpled into a ball and threw it to one side. Jing Che was disappointed and dissatisfied. He choked in his throat. Finally, he said angrily, "Escape so quickly, are you a man?"
At this time, Baili Feng, far away in Yizhao Town, sneezed in the cold wind. He brushed his cold red nose and walked quickly to the square in the center of the town.
Early in the morning, snow beads were still hanging on the eaves. It is said that the bustling starts a new day of life, but now there is no one on the stone road. Apart from the thatched roof that stretches out, there is no source of the crowds.
In recent years, Baili Fengjian rarely came to Yizhao Town. He did not want to see the tribe members in dire straits, which only increased his powerlessness. Although the tribe members lived in the north, they were not covered in their clothes and could not fill their stomachs, they were still in a difficult situation. But this time he came to Yizhao Town, half of the force, and half to cut off everyone's thoughts.
Yesterday evening, Mu Ye sent someone to send a secret letter. Qiying encouraged tens of thousands of people in Yizhao Town to gather in the square tomorrow and kneel to seek the birth of the Sword Saint.
It was equivalent to giving him another wanted order. He was extremely confused and entered Yuxi's room and sat opposite her porcelain sculpture for half a night. From his ability to make a decision, he also thanked Jing Che's sudden intrusion last night.
That was the only sound, appearance and smile he left about Yu Xi, but was unreasonably smashed by her. When he picked up the fragments in anger and heartbroken manner, he suddenly accepted them calmly after realizing that he could not put them together. Everything was irreparable. No matter how regretful it was, it only increased the useless feeling.
He suddenly realized that only by breaking his own hands can he stop thinking. If he just didn't answer everyone, he would give everyone an expectation, and he could not bear the heavy weight. Everyone regards him as the savior, but he understands that he is not. He was not in the past, but now, it is even more impossible.
There is no god in the world, and compassion is just false. Now everyone who lives has carried the lives of countless people. It is easy to squander, which is to be ashamed of the protection of their predecessors. This Yizhao Town has been saved by Jiahuang Mountain for a lifetime, and we must never take the risk of letting the tribe die. Even if we live in the suffering north for a hundred years, it is better than dying humiliatedly under the sword of Lincang Dog Thief.
So he went down the mountain in the early morning.
I had already walked to the square and looked full of people. There was snow and dust on the ground for most of the night, and a pool of dirty ice water was everywhere.
Someone shouted, "The Sword Saint is here!" Everyone turned their heads together.
"Sword Saint!" A man looked happy and walked down the stone steps, broke through the crowd and walked over quickly.
He saw clearly in the crowds of people, it was the Seven Shadows.
He walked to him, clasped his fists and knelt down: "I beg the Sword Saint to go down the mountain and lead his tribe to fight side by side with the Reunion."
"Please ask the Sword Saint to go down the mountain!"
"Please ask the Sword Saint to go down the mountain!"
The sound waves came one after another, and the dark crowd knelt down at him layer by layer.
Baili Fengjian's eyes swept across the ignorant children, the young woman holding the baby, the strong man with a strong face, and the old man with a hunched waist, their piety is in their hearts.
He looked into the distance silently. The rolling eaves were still like huge wings, with countless long and deep ripples on the lower wings, countless unrecognizable days and dark sky.