Fighter of the Destiny

The coldness got worse late at night, and the ice and snow beside the abandoned well had become as frozen as solid stone.

A small hand appeared on the edge of the well. Under the illumination of the imperial city's lights, it was very white, even whiter than the ice and snow in the sky, and seemed to be colder.

With the force of the little hand, the ice and snow shattered, and a little girl crawled out of the well. This scene really looked like a horror story.

The little girl stood in the snow, and her breath turned into a mist of ice crystals when it met the air. It was not because her breath was hot, but because it was too cold.

She was wearing a black dress, which was a bit tattered and very old. It was very eye-catching in the white snow.

After hundreds of years, Zhizhi finally left the gloomy and cramped underground world and came to the real world.

The human world at this time had long forgotten the mysterious black frost dragon that was rumored to be particularly violent. She was also filled with a strange feeling towards the human world at this time.

Her soul was forcibly extracted from the dragon body by the Queen of Tianhai and entered the black jade Ruyi. She accompanied Chen Changsheng to Zhou Garden. During those days, she saw the streets of Kyoto and the green trees by the lake. , the prosperity of Wenshui and the mountains in the dusk, but she was still unfamiliar with everything in front of her now.

At this time, she is not a ray of spirit, but real and complete.

Her bare feet could clearly feel the soft touch and warmth from the snow.

The softness and comfort brought by the winter wind can clearly be felt at the tips of her hair.

She can see the real wind and snow with her own eyes instead of her consciousness. She can even see the real starry sky behind the snow clouds. Stars that have not been seen for hundreds of years. It turns out that you are still in the same position, scattered with the same beauty. Yinhui, will the hometown of Southern Islands still be the same as before?

The sense of strangeness and reality kept intertwining and colliding in her consciousness, and then turned into the most real fear.

She didn't know that in the near future she would become a new legend in the human world. Although as a noble and powerful dragon, her existence itself was a legend to the human race. She was just afraid of this strange world.

——This world is a human world, a world full of people, and people are the objects of her greatest fear.

No matter noble or humble, strong or weak, when life is at its most fragile, most confused, and most frightened, it is always habitual to find the most familiar support. That support may be a tree, a stone, or a tree. A window, or maybe a person.

Before Zhou Tong died, he was in a daze and could only crawl to the north of Bingmasi Hutong.

There was only one person's name in her consciousness at this time, and that was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng is the life she is most familiar with and trusts most in this world, and for some secret reasons, she insists that he is responsible for her, so after she came to her senses, she walked towards the near future without hesitation. Walking to the National Education College where I live, my bare feet left a clear mark on the snow.

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The National Education College and the adjacent Baicao Garden are now heavily guarded. The state cavalry and the imperial army blocked the entire block, silently confronting each other according to their respective camps. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and no one knew what would happen next moment.

The situation in Kyoto is constantly changing. As His Majesty the Pope returns to the sea of ​​​​stars, people don’t know what to do, but people’s judgment is slowly tilting towards the imperial court. Teachers and students of the National Education Academy keep leaving, and now there are still some The number of people was less than one-third of the original number. The eighteen girls from Nanxi Zhai and Su Moyu naturally stayed, but they knew very well that they could no longer affect what happened next. The two who could really decide the outcome I am currently under the big banyan tree by the lake.

There is no sleep in Kyoto tonight, because many people know that the master and disciple are in the final negotiations.

The wind and snow have been very heavy in the past few days. The National Education Academy, like other places in Kyoto, has accumulated a thick layer of snow. The withered grass on the lakeside has been completely covered. Only the tips of some withered grass can be seen in the slightly raised places, giving people a A particularly stubborn feeling.

The leaves of the big banyan tree have long fallen off, but the bare branches are still so strong that they can withstand many people standing on them.

Chen Changsheng was not on the tree, but standing in the snow under the tree, because his teacher was also standing on the snow.

This was the first time that master and disciple met each other after that morning in Tianshu Mausoleum. They passed each other on the Shinto that time, as if they were strangers, and they looked at each other intently. This time they really looked at each other. It can be clearly seen how the other party has changed from the time in Xining Town.

Chen Changsheng is already the Pope, but he does not wear a divine robe, a divine crown, or a divine staff. Instead, he wears the uniform of the National Education Academy. His black hair is combed meticulously, and then he is tied into the simplest Taoist bun. The thing holding the black hair in a bun is not a precious ebony fork, but an ordinary wooden chopstick.

Shang Xingzhou has black hair with no trace of frost, and it is also meticulously combed. His eyebrows are full of nobility and calmness, and he is indescribably chic and casual. However, his clothes are also very simple, just a blue Taoist robe, as if he is not Not really the first person in the world, but just an ordinary Taoist priest.

If someone sees this scene, they should have a feeling that the master and apprentice are actually very similar in a sense. This similarity lies not only in appearance, but also in the deep indifference and concealment between the eyebrows. A sense of alienation beneath a calm exterior.

Chen Changsheng was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He and the man standing across the snow had not spoken in years. For a monk, a few years is a short time, but he always feels that it is a long time. It has been so long that the memories related to the old temple in Xining Town have become a bit blurry, and at least some aspects of the memories have become difficult to trace clearly.

He still clearly remembered the mottled marks on the wall after moving the Taoist monks from the old temple. He also clearly remembered that the night before leaving, his senior brother fried four plates of vegetables with different styles and flavors. I put a lot of garlic, but I forgot what the last words I said to Master were.

At this time, Shang Xingzhou spoke.

"I picked you up from the stream. Although I knew in advance that you would be in that stream, without me, you would have either drowned in the stream or been eaten by the old dragon. In short, I saved you. One life, and I raised you, so your life is mine."

Tonight is the last night, and tomorrow will be a new day. It is the same new day as countless days in the past, but it is the first day of the new world. This conversation in the snow will determine whether people in Kyoto and even the entire continent can usher in the new year's sunrise in peace and joy as they have in past years.

No one expected that this conversation would start so suddenly and proceed so forcefully that the opening words sounded like the closing words.