The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yunyang City, the fourth night of falling snow.

The rattling chariots and horses, the yelling of pawns, the charming silk and bamboo, and the crying of children all fade away in the thick night.In the darkness, only the cracking sound of the dead branches being crushed by the remnant snow, the howling sound of the strong wind penetrating into the alley, mixed with the crisp impact of the silver bells flying down.Long and harsh.The swirling snow curtain fell overwhelmingly, before it reached the ground, it was swept up by the new wind, and slapped on the bluestone long street like waves.The snow on the street was only carefully swept by the servants in the daytime, and now it has accumulated a thick layer. I am afraid that it will be another hard work before dawn.

In such a city that is accustomed to good weather and high fires, under the once-in-a-century snowfall, there must be some stinking wine and meat in the Zhumen, but it is rare to see frozen bones on the side of the road.

After all, in a rich city, there are more than enough beggars and wild cats. Who doesn’t have a bridge hole to shelter from the cold and snow, and a haystack to block the north wind?

On the lonely ten-mile long street, there is a sudden "creak" sound of soft snow being stepped on, from far to near, with a wonderful rhythm, neither fast nor slow.I saw only one person walking in the wind and snow at night, but he didn't look like returning home in a hurry, but like a casual passerby.

The bright yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves of the vermilion mansion's gate fluttered in the wind and hit the white wall.The flickering and dim yellow light sprinkles warm colors on the snow, giving people an illusion of temperature, and the lights also reflect the shadows of passers-by.He wears a white robe and light fur, brocade boots with cloud patterns, and holds an azure-colored gold-painted oil-paper umbrella.A long sword was tied around his narrow waist, which swayed slightly as he walked, like a delicate decoration.

He stepped on the snow, and the thick snow that should have sunk into his ankles left only shallow marks on the soles of his cloud boots.

He walked along the eaves of the vermilion mansion gate and walked to the innermost corner. The whimpering wind and the swaying tree shadows were strangely quiet.

In the blind spot where the lantern can't reach, there is a huddled black shadow.

At this time, the black figure suddenly raised its head, but it only glanced at the person who came, and then quickly lowered its head.

But this person didn't leave, as if he had discovered something interesting, or perhaps it was a little lonely to walk alone on a snowy night.He looked at the skinny child with bones left in front of him.

Wrapped in a worn-out cotton robe with half a straw mat, the child leaned against the corner of the wall, using the posture that best maintains temperature and strength.In this kind of weather, the fox fur quilt is not enough to keep out the cold. The child has been there for an unknown period of time, his eyes are black and his breathing is weak. Even if he can maintain a clear consciousness now, he will die quietly in the middle of the night.

The visitor didn't have the slightest sympathy, but seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Do you want to join Lanyuan Academy?"

There was a hint of obscurity in the voice that is unique to teenagers in the period of voice change.

The child frowned, speaking was a great waste for him.But he remembered that it was impolite not to answer someone's question.

He knew how to save energy, and the words he spit out seemed to be inaudible, low and short: "Yes."

The visitor smiled: "Old man Wei Jingfeng, do you want to be my apprentice?"

No one does not know the three characters "Wei Jingfeng", and no one dares to admit this name, even if the person in front of him looks like a young man who is walking around.

But who said that Juggernaut can't be a boy?This name is enough to change the color of the world.

It's a pity that at this night and this place, the only listener is this child and the sky full of snow, so it is destined not to see any touching scenes of crying and weeping.

The child ignored his self-proclaimed disobedience, and did not raise his eyelids, but instead asked, "What's the benefit?"

Wei Jingfeng felt a little ridiculous, no one asked him such a question for many years.But he didn't smile, because the child asked very seriously.I really don't know what the benefits will be.He thought for a while, and then seriously replied, "Be my apprentice, if you seek power, you will become a master of the country, powerful and wealthy, become the belief of thousands of people, and countless people will kneel at your feet. I beg you to take a look like an ant..."

The child did not speak, and was still leaning against the corner with the least effort.

Wei Jingfeng went on to say, "If you cultivate Taoism, you will climb to Cangya and practice the best sword art, and you will become very strong. People respect you and fear you, because you can lay down millions of dead bodies with a single move of your mind, bleeding and drifting on the oar .Dominate life and death arbitrarily and no one dares to speak."

With a "creak", the snow crushed the green calyx plum branches.The wind and snow are getting colder.

No matter how heavy the snowstorm was, Wei Jingfeng could still hear clearly, and the child said, "No."

This kind of serious answer without much thought obviously surprised him and... puzzled him.

The young master frowned slightly, "Why? I can give you a hundred times what Canglan Academy can give you."

The child really didn't want to speak again, but out of politeness, he explained the reason.

"The food is in charge there."

"Hahahaha-"

Wei Jingfeng laughed long and loudly, and the laughter resounded through the sky, shaking the snow on the eaves to fall, and the withered plum branches trembled slightly.

After he finished laughing, he seemed to be in a good mood and said, "I'll take care of the food too."

The child finally raised his eyes, staring at him with dark eyes, as if confirming the credibility of the person in front of him.

Wei Jingfeng almost jumped, "I am a dignified sword master, can I still lie to you?! Do you know! How many people are chasing after..."

"it is good."

Wei Jingfeng was stunned suddenly, because the child pulled up the corner of his wide-sleeved clothes.Almost instinctively, when the little skinny hand approached, he was about to strike violently, but he resisted it. This feeling was too strange, because no one had touched him for many years.Those who saw him were in awe of him and stayed away from him.Anyone who tried to get close to him came to kill him, and they all died.

The thin child stood up tremblingly with the strength of pulling the corner of his clothes.Then he let go of his hand, leaving a dirty handprint on the white fur.

The child thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry."

Wei Jingfeng felt a little regretful.It's not because of such hasty acceptance of apprentices, but because he doesn't know how to answer, no one has ever said these three words to him.In the past hundreds of years, he has hardly had a peaceful conversation with anyone.

He tried, but it was always taken as provocation or disdain, and it always provoked someone to draw a sword, and in the end he could only defeat or kill the person.Just like just now, he thought there was nothing wrong with what he said, and he was telling the truth, but if another person listened to it, he would feel that he was condescending and showing mercy and charity.

So, he really doesn't know how to get along with people...or, to put it another way, with his apprentice, what should he say at such a time?

"It's ok."

Yes, I am a master, how can I be seen by my disciples as ignorant of the world.

The child was also silent, and he didn't know what to say, "Master is good" or "I have met Master"?What is it like for others to accept disciples?he does not know.In fact, he walked all the way from the far northern wilderness to Yunyang City in the middle land, and he didn't say much.The mute servant who took care of him died, and before he died, he told him to go to Yunyang City, the central capital, to see the world, and it would be best to find a school to learn his skills.He buried the old woman, packed the only two clothes in the parcel, and set off on the road.The broken money was spent before reaching Yunyang. Because he was too young and ate a lot, even though he was stronger, few places were willing to accept him as a worker.

Other colleges and universities have high tuition fees, so of course they cannot afford it.However, in the past half a month, Yunyang City, which was full of traffic in the past, has become more and more crowded, making it difficult to move an inch.He just heard that Lanyuan Academy is going to open its doors to accept students.This school is really good, it doesn't charge tuition fees, it can manage food, see the world, and learn skills.Naturally, he didn't wait here all the time. He used to be on an abandoned boat. These days, he heard that the school's apprenticeship examination was coming up, so he came to wait at the door.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why when he asked how to enter the school, the strange expressions on those people's faces were unbelievable and mixed with weird smiles. They asked, "You want to go to the school too?" He didn't know. I understand. Could it be that if you eat too much, you can't enter?Then try to eat as little as possible.

In the end, he believed what others told him—"The school accepts students based on the order of entry into the school", and sat in the corner for three days.He thought, the people behind will also come and wait, after all they have to line up.Before the school opened, Wei Jingfeng arrived.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Obviously, this is the worst pair of master and apprentice in history.

Wei Jingfeng hit the umbrella on the child's head.After thinking about it, he took off the light fur and put it on the child.Master, it should be like this, right?

The big fox fur was draped over the body, dragging long behind the child.Like the floor-length robes of the nobles in the imperial city of Beidu.The child moved and felt that it was too inconvenient to walk like this, but it was indeed very warm.

Wei Jingfeng held the umbrella in one hand, and held the child in the other, walking slowly: "What's your name?"

"Jun Twelve."

"How can my apprentice of the Sword Master be called such a name." The young man frowned and thought for a while, "Yu Zhe, Yao Ye, the meaning of Guanghua Dasheng, from now on you will be called Jun Yu...It is really a good name!" He said Look away from the signboard of "Yuheji Pastry".Jun Yu has no objection. For him, the name is just a title, not to mention that few people call him by his name.So he has no idea.

The young man held an umbrella and held the child's hand.The figures, one big and one small, gradually drifted away into the distance.As night fell, the wind and snow all over the sky annihilated their figures.

Ye Yu's lone boat floated unsteadily on the Minchuan River, like a swirling fallen leaf.The lights in the cabin were like beans, and the two sat opposite each other, and the warm wine on the table had already cooled down.

The young man rubbed his sword with a concentrated expression: "Even if the Tao is as powerful as the sky, it is difficult for everything to go smoothly. How can anyone in the world be really unrestrained and unrestrained? You don't understand this truth now, just like a person who doesn't learn swords, who will never know how to learn swords." The truth. I'm afraid you'll understand when you meet someone who doesn't want to let go..."

Yin Biyue still didn't understand. In his opinion, his cheap master should be the most unrestrained and unrestrained person in the world, "What is unwillingness to let go?"

Wei Jingfeng thought for a while, and decided to give an example: "When I was young, no matter whether it was holding an umbrella, wine, or money, I always had one hand free. Do you know why?"

Yin Biyue thought for a while: "One hand is empty, so it is convenient to hold the sword at any time."

Wei Jingfeng smiled with satisfaction: "That's right! If I don't have a hand that can hold a sword at any time, my heart will be empty and I feel uncomfortable!"

His eyes fell on the rainy night river, as if in the distant past, and his tone slowed down, "The first time I saw your big brother, the snow was so heavy that night, and the sky was covered with big snowflakes...you Eldest Brother couldn’t walk steadily, I held the umbrella in one hand and pulled him with the other. I don’t have a third hand, so how can I hold a sword?”

"But I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I just feel that it's enough to hold him and open the umbrella."

"Many years later, I realized that this is unwillingness to let go."

"Eldest brother, you learned sword at the beginning, in order to live up to the expectations of the sword master; later practiced sword, in order not to fall into the prestige of Cang Ya. These are other people's swords, so what about your own sword?"

Yin Biyue asked like this.

Jun Yu said, "I don't know."

In No. 11 years after Wei Jingfeng left, Jun Yu's practice has entered a bottleneck period.If you want to cross the threshold of the saint realm, it is not surprising that you have made no progress for a hundred years during the long years of seeking the Tao.But if this happened to Jun Yu, it would be very strange.

He knew in his heart that this day would eventually come.

At dusk that day, Master was also here to watch him practice sword.

"There is nothing to teach you about this set of sword tactics. But this is the old man's sword, and you should have your own sword."

Otherwise, if you ask for your life, you will be just a craftsman, and you will not be able to become a master.Jun Yu understands.

He thought about it for a long time, asking for his own sword was to ask his heart.What is his original heart, and why does he practice Taoism?

When Jun Yu came to Cangya, there was no Xi Huafeng.

Everyone in the world knows that the sword sage Wei Jingfeng brought someone back from the gate of the school, not a sweeping boy, but the first disciple to inherit the mantle.Since then, a single peak has been opened on Cangya Mountain, named 'Xihua'.Visitors to the door are like carp crossing the river, all of them are blocked from the prohibition under the peak.Even holding the Elder Pu Zongtai personally came, and his nose was ashamed.

It was rumored outside that the Juggernaut is a genius child who has calculated that he has a master-student karma with him.Before the school accepted apprentices, he took people under his own family.Hundreds of years later, Cangya Mountain will produce another saint.In fact, Wei Jingfeng drank a little wine in the "louwailou" that night, and quarreled with Mr. Zhang on the table while drinking.Passing by the entrance of the school after the restaurant closed, I saw a small thing squatting in the corner under the wall.Thought it was a kitten or puppy.

As he got closer, he met a pair of vigilant eyes, and for some reason, the words came out of his mouth. At first, he just wanted to... strike up a conversation.But he always does things in accordance with his will. To put it bluntly, he is acting recklessly. So what about the first disciple?At that time, Jun Yu was still young, so he only knew that there is no such thing as free food in this world.After eating Wei Jingfeng's food, he has to be Wei Jingfeng's apprentice.

He asked Wei Jingfeng, "What do you want to be an apprentice?"

The man obviously didn't understand what he meant, and raised his head arrogantly, "My apprentice, you can do whatever you want, who can stop you?!"

Jun Yu began to practice swords. It is always right for an apprentice to inherit the master's mantle and carry it forward.So he swung his sword [-] times a day, never slacking off in the cold, summer, spring and autumn.

People in the world always think that the apprentice of the Juggernaut is naturally a panacea, with endless gold and stones; the saint is by his side, giving advice with all his heart.But in fact, Wei Jingfeng only gave him two swords, one is the iron sword of the old Li's iron shop at the foot of the mountain, and the other is the famous "Chunshan Xiao".

It's not that Wei Jingfeng doesn't teach him, but... he won't.The Juggernaut is the number one kendo genius in the millennium, but his practice is close to intuition and instinct. When it comes to precepts and deeds, he may not be as good as the teacher of a private school in Xiliang Town.

More often, they are learning to speak together.

How to communicate so that each other understands each other's meaning, so as not to cause misunderstandings.

Jun Yu entered the state of concentration when he was young, except for Wei Jingfeng, there is no one before.But no one would have imagined that it took two unborn geniuses 20 years to go from being irrelevant to each other, and progress together to the point where words can express meaning.

It is really a great blessing in the cultivation world, so gratifying and congratulatory.

Wei Jingfeng was very happy, and went down the mountain for a wandering.

Later, Xi Huafeng had Liu Jishuang, Yan Xing, Yin Biyue, and Duan Chongxuan.These people come from different places, have very different temperaments and pasts.

Jun Yu became a big brother.He really wanted to teach his junior sisters and brothers how to practice, after all, this is what a senior should do.But he really can't teach.Therefore, the method he used was - to play a game.

"Knowing that I can't beat it, I have to bite the bullet."

The tradition of self-study and being beaten by Xihuafeng disciples continued like this.

Yan Xing was the quickest to adapt, "If you have any depression, go and fight with senior brother."

Later, even Duan Chongxuan thought about it, "It's better to be beaten by senior brothers more on the mountain than to be beaten by others down the mountain."

Do your best for your disciples, and do your duty for your brothers.Jun Yu, as the first disciple of the Sword Master, is recognized as having no flaws except for some defenses.

But he was still confused.

As a teacher, as a friend, as a sect, what about for yourself?Why are you holding a sword?

The Dao law reaches the sky, and the world reveres it. These are all excellent, but they are not what he wants.The life-and-death battle with Yu Shi was the most difficult and tragic battle Jun Yu had ever experienced.

At that time, Cang Ya was in danger and death, and he was seriously injured but could not retreat.When no matter how powerful the combat power or the comprehension of breaking through in front of battle can't make up the gap in realm, when the mountains and waters are exhausted, there is an incomparably powerful aura that overflows from the sword, goes straight to the sky, and cuts down all the Taoism in the world.

"Chun Shan Smile" is a masterpiece of brilliance, as bright as the sun.

It was a sword intent left by Wei Jingfeng, which was incorporated into the runes when the sword was forged.The rune has set up a blindfold again.No one thought that there would be any mystery in "Chun Shan Xiao". It seems that people who are as free and easy as Juggernaut by default would not have such meticulous thoughts.

Even Jun Yu didn't expect it.I'm afraid Wei Jingfeng himself couldn't explain clearly, how could he be so thoughtful at that time, after all, he was most afraid of trouble.

Before going to Meteor Star Abyss, Jun Yu asked him, "When will you be back?"

He waved his hand thoughtfully, "I don't know." Turning around, he added, "Don't wait." After thinking about it, he was still uneasy, so he left a note when he went to the school, and wrote two words, "Don't come". Words, he thought this was the most troublesome thing he had ever done in his life, but luckily Jun Yu would never disobey him.

Now he glanced at the huge sword that pierced his waist and abdomen, and thought to himself, this time he really can't go back.If someone could look down from mid-air, this kind of scene is truly terrifying. With Wei Jingfeng as the center for two hundred miles, all kinds of swords are densely inserted, with different lengths, some broken and some missing.There were also many swords stuck in his body, and hot blood kept pouring out from under the dark and frozen bloody clothes.

People are always going to die, and saints are no exception.

No matter how condensed and majestic the true energy will be exhausted, no matter how hot the blood will be drained, no matter how powerful the soul is, it will be weakened by time or fate.The sword master died in the sword mound, but he died in the right place.

He didn't feel any pain anymore, he just felt a little dizzy in his head, as if he was drunk last night and had a cool breeze when he went out early in the morning.The body is also getting lighter.He thought, this is the latest brush with death countless times in his life.

Because I am really going to die.

Years of wind, frost, swords, drinking and singing, all flashed before my eyes.

He doesn't want to see the avenue and the world anymore, he wants to go home.

When the mind moves, the mind is ten thousand miles away.He returned to Cangya Mountain with the wind, and at the end of the sea of ​​clouds was the lonely Xihua Peak.

Jun Yu sat in the room wiping his sword with a focused expression, just like him when he was young.He opened his mouth to say something, what did he say?

"When I brought you back, you were not even around the waist, but in a blink of an eye, you were taller than Master..."

What a granny.Not chic at all.

"Your Taoism is superb, and your sword heart is tenacious. It only takes time to become a saint, so don't be aggressive..."

Isn't this nonsense?

"Don't put too much burden on yourself, go down the mountain to have fun, drink alcohol, see beautiful girls, it's good for your physical and mental health..."

What a mess.

"Several disciples have their own destiny, but I am most worried about you."

Can't speak.

He took two steps, and was close enough to see the consistent chill between the brows in the man's eyes.He raised his hand, wanting to touch the top of the hair of the person in front of him... Forget it, they are so tall, let's pat him on the shoulder.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, but the hand did not fall after all.

Jun Yu stood up, looked at the window lattice blown open by the strong wind, and frowned slightly.The furnishings in the room were the same as before, but he felt a little empty.

It was as if, in the blink of an eye, something no longer existed.

That night Jun Yu had a dream.

He usually breathes and meditates at night, rarely sleeps, and even less has dreams.But tonight, for some reason, his thoughts were wandering. In the dream, when his sword power was first formed, Wei Jingfeng came back from the mountain, covered with dust, and his hair was slightly messed up.

"This time, the old man went down the mountain to forge two swords. I still haven't forgotten the skills I had when I was young..." Wei Jingfeng talked about forging swords, his brows brightened, "This one is for you."

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light illuminated the eyebrows. For a while, the green mountains and seas of clouds were radiant.

"Do you like it? It's called 'Chun Shan Xiao'."

"like."

That person stood in the distant old days, and the fallen flowers of spring fell all over his body, and he didn't reach out to brush them.Suddenly the smile faded away, and his expression became solemn: "Take my sword, and the sword will never leave my body from now on."

When I woke up, the sky was about to break, and there was icy white snow drifting into the half-open wooden window.Jun Yu pushed open the door and walked out, seeming to understand the meaning of practice.

The leaden gray sky was vast and boundless, and snow curtains fell overwhelmingly.The mountains, rivers and trees in the Cangya are all white.

It was another year when the snow was flying, and he was practicing sword at Tianxin Cliff, the sword energy crushed the flying snow, and his eyelashes were covered with frost.

Swinging the sword [-] times a day, many people and things have changed during the long period of time.

But he is still waiting.

You buried your bones in Huangquan, and I sent you to the world full of snow.