Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Jiangling.

The peaks are connected, and the main peak towering above the clouds has well-proportioned pavilions and pavilions. The misty clouds and mist set off the steep mountains even more beautifully.

And there was a person standing in front of the gurgling waterfall.

He was wearing a minimalist white robe, with his long silver-white hair hanging casually down to his ankles. He was quietly staring at the white crane not far away, with its slender neck raised elegantly.

"National Division."

There was a faint sound coming from behind.

"You are indeed here."

This time the voice was much closer, and there was a smile hidden in the clear and spacious voice: "Even if you look again, it can't turn into a crane and fly away."

Bai He, who was drinking water, seemed to understand what he said, staring at him with an unpleasant look in his narrow eyes, and then walked to the other side of the stream with elegant steps.

The man in white who had been observing Bai He for a long time turned around.

His appearance is beyond the adjectives in the world, and his extraordinary temperament makes people dare not look at him, so much so that people ignore his loosely tied belt, exposing the jade-white skin on his neck.

Looking at the unknowingly seductive Imperial Master with his closed eyes, Xu Linghe's eyes darkened unconsciously. He just stepped forward and closed his clothes: "Although I know you are not afraid of the cold, but you don't want to wear it in the morning." It’s inevitable that you’ll feel uncomfortable standing here so thin.”

There was no resisting his approach.

His lips were lighter in color, giving him an unusual feeling: "What's the matter?"

"Can't I come to you if nothing happens?" Xu Linghe, knowing that he didn't like people getting too close, retreated to a position where he wouldn't get bored.

"Ah."

His straightforward response made Xu Linghe feel helpless: "I just want to ask you if there are any taboos to avoid during next month's sacrifice? Otherwise, it will be carried out according to the date calculated by Qin Tianjian?"

"Ah."

"The trip that day requires the national master to come forward to worship the ancestors with the king. Should you go down the mountain by yourself as usual?"

"Ah."

"When can you tell me your name?"

"no need."

Xu Shi has been alone on this mountain for a thousand years, and even his voice is tainted with the loneliness here, as cold as himself.

Xu Linghe lowered his shoulders dejectedly: "I ask you once a year, and this is already the twentieth time."

These words gave the always cold white-haired young man a slightly startled expression.

The little child who was no taller than his waist has grown up to this day...

Soon, Xu Linghe regained his energy and said, "Then I will ask you again today next year."

His undaunted reaction made the white-haired young man a little puzzled: "Why do you want to know my name?"

"Does no one in this world know your name?"

The white-haired young man nodded.

The person who named him wanted to bind him to this world, but as time passed, he gradually aged and turned into dust and disappeared in this world.

He has always hated humans.

He never comes into contact with anyone except when he needs to go down the mountain.

Until twenty years ago, a sick child was sent to the mountain by the royal family. He was told that the decision was entirely up to him, so he was abandoned on the mountain, and everyone went down the mountain.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but the boy was obviously destined to die soon, but he still stubbornly wanted to live. Even if there was nothing he could eat on the mountain, he would drink dew to survive.

Ever since he was trapped on this mountain, he had been taught to do nothing but let everything happen. This was destiny.

Although he scoffed at this, he had never seen anyone so persistent.

Gradually, his eyes were attracted to him.

Until that day, for the first time after not seeing a child for a long time, he left the stream where he had stayed all year round and came to a room repaired by humans. He saw a child with red cheeks and difficulty breathing.

He looked like this for a long, long time, even when a child grabbed the hem of his clothes and he didn't break free.

"Do you want to live?"

"I...want to live..."

"it is good."

He cut his wrist, and golden blood dripped into the child's mouth.

The child who originally had a dead look on his face had a rosy and shiny face. Anyone who saw him at this moment would not believe that he looked like he had been suffering from long-term illness.

The white-haired young man did not stay where he was. He broke away from the child and returned to the place where he had stayed all year round.

He originally thought that the child who had received life would be the same as before, or that he would be picked up by someone at the foot of the mountain.

But when he woke up, it haunted him.

He chattered a lot about himself in his ears.

He doesn't care about mortals.

Even if you get his blood, your body will only be better than that of ordinary people, and you won't be able to live forever.

It won't be long before he, like those people, will disappear between heaven and earth.

"..."

Not afraid of his indifference, the child still chatted with him every day not far from him.

Gradually, he learned that the child was the fifth son of the current emperor. Although he was the legitimate son of the queen, his mother was not favored, and his grandfather's power was suppressed and unable to deal with him.

His father didn't want to be known as treating his legitimate son harshly, so he sent him to the mountains to let him fend for himself.

The white-haired young man's eyebrows were always indifferent.

Hearing this, he didn't feel any change. He just asked calmly: "Do you want me to kill them?"

The child was stunned: "You...what did you say?"

The white-haired young man repeated in the same tone: "Do you want me to kill them?"

Didn't humans trap him here just because they wanted him to fulfill their wishes? Well... the same goes for the kid who told him this.

The child who was clumsily holding a small basket to hold things stood up in a panic and said in a serious tone: "I don't want to."

His eyebrows were tense, but more of them were determined.

"Don't get your hands dirty with that kind of thing."

Saying this, he showed a silly smile: "You finally talked to me."

If Xu Linghe hadn't been convinced that it was him who saved him before he fell into coma, Xu Linghe wouldn't have insisted on coming here to talk to him day after day for a year.

"I only know that you are the Imperial Master, but I still don't know your name? I am Xu Linghe."

For a long time, the white-haired young man didn't speak.

He turned around and looked at the stream again. After a while, Xu Linghe heard his indifferent response: "It's not necessary."

After all, he disappeared quickly, and he was no different from everything around him.

It's just that the white-haired young man ignored Xu Linghe's persistence after all.

He asked this question for ten years.

Until he was fifteen years old, he was bumped into by people who came to the mountain to invite him to come down to participate in sacrifices. A few months later, he was taken back to the palace.

He didn't care that the child was gone.

But the child's eyes were red, and for the first time he grabbed his sleeves regardless of propriety, his voice choked with sobs: "I will wait until the day you want to tell me your name."

Recalling the past, the white-haired young man looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and the young man who looked like a child was vaguely visible between his eyebrows: "You have grown up, kid."