After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

While the two were talking, the snow outside had stopped.

From yesterday noon to this morning, it rained intermittently occasionally, but it has only stopped completely now.

The open space outside the temple was covered in white. The pine and cypress potted plants on both sides were covered with snow. The distant mountains were also white with dots of brown and green.

Ying Shiyi wanted to go out and take a look, but Lou Jingyu didn't let him. He said that they had just done that last night, so they had to be careful, fearing that Ying Shiyi might catch a cold.

But he also knew that Ying Shiyi liked Xue. He had mentioned it before in Beijing and he still remembered it.

Lou Jingyu took Ying Shiyi to sit by the window and opened the window halfway so that he could watch from inside the room so that he wouldn't get cold.

"Ayu is so nice!"

Lou Jingyu smiled and hugged him on the couch, and the two of them wrapped in a blanket watched the snow.

A sturdy mesh cover was placed on the small stove, with a teapot on top warming tea, and a few oranges, a handful of chestnuts and peanuts next to it.

"If Eleven wants to play in the snow, why don't we wait until the next time it snows? The snow this time is too little and the piles are very shallow, but it's also very cold. It will be better to wait until it snows next time." Lou Jingyu comforted him.

Ying Shiyi nodded and agreed naturally. Everything she did with Lou Jingyu would be good.

The two of them chatted about some daily matters.

Outside was an unobstructed view of the snow, in front of him was a warm little stove and the scent of oranges, and behind him was his lover's warm and broad chest. Ying Shiyi felt very relaxed.

"Actually, I didn't like snow or winter before."

Ying Shiyi sat in front of Lou Jingyu, holding his chin and speaking to him slowly.

This was beyond Lou Jingyu's expectations. He saw Ying Shiyi liked snow and thought he also liked winter.

"Why?" Lou Jingyu asked.

“Because it’s winter, it’s harder to survive.”

Ying Shiyi was thinking about his childhood.

In winter, you need thick clothes and shelter from the cold wind and heavy snow. It is more difficult than in other seasons just to have enough food to eat. Sometimes many people die in a winter.

The heavy white snow will bury the bodies of many people.

Lou Jingyu's heart was broken after hearing just two sentences.

His Eleven had suffered a lot in the past, and fortunately, he was soft-hearted and brought him back.

Now that I think about it, if it had been earlier, it would have been much better so that Eleven wouldn’t have to suffer at all.

I couldn't help but hug him tighter.

"Then why do you like it now?" Lou Jingyu asked.

Hearing him ask this, Ying Shiyi pursed her lips and smiled.

"Because Ayu looked very good in the snow that day," Ying Shiyi said with a chuckle, a little silly, "I saw Ayu practicing sword in the snow that day."

Lou Jingyu raised his eyebrows. He had been practicing martial arts, sword skills and internal strength since he was a child. But ever since he achieved great success in Sadness and Eight Desolations, he seldom practiced sword skills and instead focused on improving his internal strength. What Ying Shiyi said must have happened many years ago.

"What year did it happen?" Lou Jingyu asked, covering his hand.

"When Ayu was fifteen years old," Ying Shiyi replied, "during the winter solstice of that year."

It’s amazing that Ying Shiyi remembered it so clearly. After hearing this, Lou Jingyu also had an impression of it.

Although he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was also born with the future of the Chiyang Sect on his shoulders. Lou Jingyu has always been strict with himself. Although he is extremely talented, he is also very hardworking and has never slacked off in sword and martial arts training since he was a child.

At that time, the old leader and his wife were still there, and Lou Jingyu was still the young master. He practiced sword in front of the palace almost every day.

The young man was agile and each of his sword-fighting moves was extremely sharp, with an air of grace and demeanor that was unforgettable.

Ying Shiyi sometimes went back and forth between the dark chamber and the back mountain, and often took a detour to pass in front of the palace, just to take a look at Shanglou Jingyu.

Sometimes you can see it by chance, but most of the time you can't.

On the day of the winter solstice, dumplings were distributed to everyone in the sect. Ying Eleven did not have a code name at that time and was still young. He lived in the back mountain. After receiving the dumplings, he was going back to the back mountain from the Dark Pavilion and deliberately passed by Canglan Palace.

From a distance, I could see Lou Jingyu wielding a sword in front of the palace. The Chixiao sword was glowing with a cold light, and it was so agile in his hand, as if man and sword were one. The sword twisted and turned in the air like a gust of sharp wind.

Only then did Ying Shiyi understand what the genius that people were talking about was like.

His young master is a genius among geniuses.

Ying Shiyi was stunned. He hid behind the tree, holding Jiaozi and unable to move until snowflakes started floating in the sky.

He thought Lou Jingyu would go back, but he didn't.

The wind and snow could not disturb Lou Jingyu's sword spirit, but instead made him dance with the sword even faster.

The falling snowflakes swirled around the young man because of the sword energy. They were dreamy and magical, and were deeply engraved in Ying Shiyi's memory.

He therefore fell in love with snowy days, as they reminded him of the vigor he felt when he was a teenager swinging his sword.

But later on, Lou Jingyu stopped practicing sword and focused on cultivating his internal strength. Ying Shiyi never saw such a scene again.

Lou Jingyu never thought that when he was a teenager practicing sword, there would be a little fool secretly watching him. He gently lifted Ying Shiyi's chin to make him look back at him.

"So there is such a reason. Eleven likes to watch me dance with swords?" Lou Jingyu said to him with a smile in his phoenix eyes.

On weekdays, he would also guide Ying Shiyi in sword practice, but the scene of holding the sword at that time was different from now, and he thought Ying Shiyi should like it.

"I like it." Ying Shiyi nodded.

Lou Jingyu kissed the corner of his mouth, "That's not easy."

Whatever Eleven thought, he would definitely fulfill his wish.

After saying that, he put Ying Eleven on the cushion, got off the couch, took the Canglan Sword from the sword rack and went out.

Just as Ying Shiyi was about to follow, he heard a sentence: "Stay on the couch and wait for me."

Ying Shiyi then sat back down obediently.

After a moment, a familiar voice came from outside the window.

"Eleven, look at me."

Ying Shiyi looked towards the source of the voice and saw Lou Jingyu standing on the snow outside the window. He was tall and graceful, holding a sword in his hand, like a banished immortal from the mortal world.

"Ayu." Ying Shiyi waved at him, and a smile slowly bloomed on his face.

Lou Jingyu smiled at him, moved his wrist, and the tip of the sword swept across the ground, bringing up a few snowflakes.

Then he moved faster, and the blue figure leaped up. As he moved, the clear outline of the Canglan Sword was almost invisible, with only a vague shadow and the cold sword light.

The young man pointed his sword at the distant mountains, tapped the ground with his toes and flew into the air. He was agile and powerful, with sword energy surging everywhere. His whole body exuded an arrogant aura, which was intimidating.

Ying Shiyi's eyes felt a little hot as he watched. In his eyes, the figure of the arrogant young man and the figure of his current lover overlapped.

It seems like nothing has changed, yet everything has changed.

Lou Jingyu has used the sword very few times in recent years, and recently it seemed to be all for him.

I practiced swordplay with him, taught him and guided him, and now I dance with swords in the snow for his happiness...

After Lou Jingyu finished dancing and put away his sword, he did not come back immediately, but instead picked a branch of plum blossoms from the potted plant next to him and gave it to him.

"Eleven, this is for you."

Lou Jingyu's body was covered with snow particles that were raised when he was dancing with the sword just now. He leaned his upper body almost into the window across a wall, bent over and handed the plum branch in his hand to Ying Shiyi.

There was a smile in his phoenix eyes, and he bowed to Ying Shiyi only for her.