Fast through the white moonlight in the sky

The time to return to Nelanism is getting closer, but neither Yan Shanbai nor anyone in the garden showed signs of getting busy because of it.Li Zhesheng's injury has gradually healed. Looking at the flying snow in the sky and smelling the smell of wine in the air, he found that he didn't want to face the future more and more.

Yan Shanbai's life has always been regular, every day at dawn he has already packed up to practice martial arts in the garden, and in the afternoon he mostly studies medical classics.And this is the time when people are most likely to get sleepy in the afternoon. The heavy snow finally stopped today, and the sun pushed through the clouds and mists and lazily sprinkled light on the snow.The snow fox has been bred for a long time, and now it is fat and out of shape. It circles around Yanshanbai non-stop, but the owner has no intention of giving it food.

Li Zhesheng stood under an old tree with his sword in his arms. He looked at the scene at the other end of the garden, his eyes softened rarely.

Finally the young man couldn't help walking over, the snow fox didn't like strangers, it suddenly stood far away and bared its teeth at the person who came, Yan Shanbai smiled and patted its head to lead it over. "This fox has been raised by me since it was born. Although it looks fierce, it has never bitten anyone." Yan Shanbai was in a good mood, and he raised his head to ask Li Zhesheng: "How is the injury? If it doesn’t work, don’t force yourself. Haste makes waste, and internal strength recovery is not instant, and if you simply try to be quick, it will bury hidden dangers in the future.”

"The injury is no longer serious." Li Zhesheng thought for a long time in his heart but still couldn't find the right words to say, and his face still had that extremely indifferent expression.

He lived in such a depressing environment as the Weiwu Pavilion since he was a child, and the first truth he learned in life is that misfortune comes from the mouth.In the past, he would never have imagined that one day he would want to start a conversation with someone.

"Well." Yan Shanbai asked after a while, "How old are you this year?"

Li Zhesheng didn't know why Yan Shanbai asked himself this, he thought for a while before saying: "The eighteenth next month."

Gently patted the white fox lying lazily beside him, Yan Shanbai said: "I am four years older than you." Li Zhesheng never cared about his age, but just silently remembered this. the age of the person.He glanced at the little fox again, feeling a little jealous in his heart.

In the first world, Yan Shanbai grew up with Cen Weique, and unknowingly became the "white moonlight" in his eyes.In the second world, everything about the first mission happened during the 14 years when I forgot about the system.Yan Shanbai sighed in distress, this was the first time he seriously considered how to become Bai Yueguang, the Son of Destiny.

Although people in this era generally started families earlier, Li Zhesheng was still a teenager in his eyes.Such a task really made me feel a little ashamed of coaxing young people.

Looking at the person still standing there, Yan Shanbai put the book aside and made him a pot of tea, "The weather is fine, come and have a seat."

Li Zhesheng sat opposite Yan Shanbai, and there was a small table between them, and he seemed to be able to feel the breath of the person opposite him.

Seeing the stranger approaching, the snow fox arched its body again in an attacking gesture, Yan Shanbai smiled helplessly and patted its fur. The fox calmed down and rubbed Yan Shanbai's palm, but Li Zhesheng disliked this little thing more and more.

He does not now know that this emotion is called "jealousy".

Suddenly his wrist was lightly pressed by slightly cold fingers, and Li Zhesheng's breathing almost stopped for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that this person should be feeling his own pulse.Yan Shanbai would go to the pharmacy in the garden when he had nothing to do. As soon as he got close to Li Zhesheng, he could smell a faint bitter fragrance of herbs.

Unable to take a deep sniff, Li Zhesheng didn't dare to look at the person opposite, he had nowhere to put his eyes and had to stare at each other with the little fox that kept baring its teeth at him.

"System, what will happen if I fail to complete the first task?" Facing this perpetually cold-faced Demon Cult boy, he really didn't know what to do.The system didn't tell Yan Shanbai that Li Zhesheng already had a high degree of affection for him, but "Bai Yueguang" didn't just need enough affection, he also needed an opportunity.

The system replied: "The task of the first stage cannot be abandoned, please don't be discouraged, the host."

Yan Shanbai looked helplessly at Li Zhesheng and Xuehu who were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, wondering if it was because they had been looking at each other for a long time, the fox seemed shy and suddenly moved the little one He buried his pointed face in his arms...

There are pointed nails on the fox's claws. Yan Shanbai wanted to hold the snow fox's back to remove it from his clothes, but he didn't expect to move his collarbone and a large piece of skin because of the little fox's nails grabbing his neckline. Everything was exposed... Li Zhesheng turned his gaze a little helplessly.Yan Shanbai was also quite embarrassed, he took a piece of meat from a small plate on the side and handed it over, the fox let go of its claws and bit the meat.

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It is said that animals have the instinct to attract light, and Li Zhesheng used to sneer at this.He grew up in Weiwu Pavilion, and everyone said that the so-called "decent families" were just a bunch of hypocrites, and he didn't believe that anyone would be kind to others unconditionally.

Li Zhesheng's heart was a little confused.

In fact, the Dharma protector wanted to put himself to death that day, but unexpectedly he was rescued by other forces in the pavilion, and then went to hide all the way to the extreme north.Although the old pavilion master had always been indifferent to himself, he had passed on Weiwu Pavilion's top secret "Sishen Sword Art" to himself before he was alive.

It was late at night, and it was snowing again.

Li Zhesheng's internal strength has gradually recovered, his sword energy is sharp, and he dances wildly with the snow that is still floating in the sky and the snow that has already fallen on the ground.

He didn't know that someone was watching him in the distance.Yan Shanbai was dressed in white with wide sleeves, standing on tiptoe on a tree branch.His lightness kung fu has reached a peak level, when a gust of night wind suddenly blew up, Yan Shanbai swayed slightly under the moon along with the thin branches.From a distance, it looks like a human figure transformed into a mist.

Li Zhesheng watched Yan Shanbai here for as long as he practiced, and they didn't return to the house until the night was about to pass.

"Young Master" Huozhao knocked on the door not long after, "The things for returning to Nelan Sect are ready, when are you going to leave?"

The Nilan Sect is not very close to this, and it takes about ten days to ride a fast horse.Although it will be a few months before all the factions from the rivers and lakes gather, but as the leader of the alliance, Yan Shanbai still has to arrive early.

"Let's go tomorrow." The leader of the Nilan Sect disagreed with the elder who brought him to Islam, and he didn't even like himself.He is a person who doesn't like to argue with others, so he left Nieran after the death of the elder and was unwilling to go back.

I don't know how long he will be away this time, Yan Shanbai walked into the study, sighed and gently turned the vase on the desk.The thick stone wall cracked slowly, and a small pavilion hidden behind the house was gradually revealed.Taking out a luminous pearl from the small box at the side, Yan Shanbai walked slowly into the pavilion.

All the paintings I have made over the years are collected here. The world does not know that the current martial arts leader is proficient in medical skills, let alone that he is better at painting.

Yan Shanbai gently picked up an unframed painting. The person in the painting had black hair and dark pupils with deep outlines, familiar yet unfamiliar.People who have been together day and night in the previous life have not seen each other for many years.Because he was afraid that he would forget the person's appearance, Yan Shanbai learned Danqing from the moment he first came to this world to learn how to write.Now almost 20 years have passed, and his painting skills have already reached the state of perfection, but it is almost impossible to paint.

The small pavilion that has not been here for a long time has accumulated a thin layer of dust from nowhere, Yan Shanbai gently wiped the dust with his sleeve, and opened the painting booth on the table.

After several time travels, Yan Shanbai already knew that there are countless worlds in this world, and people have reincarnation.Although he didn't know what kind of law this so-called "reincarnation" was supported by, but after the last life, he always asked Yu Qingyu to do good deeds, hoping that he could live a carefree life in the next life.

The ancients said that everything in the world is the universe, and the past and present are the universe.

In this endless river of time and space, I don't know if they will meet again.

Yan Shanbai doesn't want to see each other extravagantly, but he is only glad that Yu Qingxi is not like him.He will forget all the stories of that life and continue with the rest of his life.

The small pavilions are all made of stones, and half of them are hidden underground.Because of the need to store paintings, Yan Shanbai never lights a lamp here to warm up the fire, so the pavilion is cold and permeable, even if he has martial arts, he can't stay in it for a long time.

The exhaled breath had already condensed into white mist, Yan Shanbai picked out a framed painting and gently rolled it up and put it in the sandalwood box.He was about to leave when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"Who?" Yan Shanbai asked.

"Li Zhesheng," said the person outside the house.

Yan Shanbai walked out of the small pavilion, he turned the vase again, and the room was slowly hidden at the other end of the thick stone wall.

Li Zhesheng walked in, wondering if it was an illusion, the room seemed to be colder than the outside.

"Let's go to Nelan religion tomorrow, you and Huo Zhao will follow me together." Yan Shanbai knew why Li Zhesheng came here.

"En." Li Zhesheng nodded, he saw the wooden box tightly held by Yan Shanbai, and he had never seen such a precious thing as Yan Shanbai.

The two of them didn't talk much that day, and they were about to leave tomorrow. The north wind was howling in the garden, and there was another heavy snowfall.