The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Warm rain, clear wind and early freezing.

The pattering spring rain dyes the green grass and trees, and the Cangya Mountains are surrounded by misty mist, like tulle, chasing far away.Suddenly, a cyan streamer flew over, and suddenly passed through the rain curtain and heavy restrictions, and went to the depths of thousands of mountains and ravines.

The stream of light went straight up to the sea of ​​clouds, flew into a half-opened carved window lattice, landed on the sandalwood table, and turned into a blue luan bird no bigger than a palm, with smooth and smooth wings that did not touch any moisture.

A pair of well-knit hands approached, squinting its eyes and rubbing the palms of the comer.

Liu Jishuang untied the thin bamboo tube from its claws.

The paper is Kuizhou mica paper, which is light and soft, and the ink is Lantai sinking ink, which is uniform and dense.The handwriting is strong and clear, like a pavilion or bamboo, and like a sword with a hidden edge.

"It snowed again last night, maybe the last one of this year. The white plums in the garden have not yet fallen, and the dark fragrance is floating. The officials take the snow from the plums to make tea, which is sweet and refreshing. Thousands of miles away, I don't know how sunny and rainy Cangya Mountain is, but it's still Every spring wind blows over Nanshan..."

Liu Jishuang thought, the winter in Hokuriku is really long.

I don't know if the younger brother's cultivation has improved, but in short, his temperament is getting more and more stable, and his writing is getting more and more decent.For the long letters sent, she only answered a few words at first, but after a long time, she was able to pick up a pen and write back a few pages.

There are many ways for practitioners to communicate. Duan Chongxuan seems to prefer writing letters, while Yin Biyue and Yan Xing like communication symbols.Seeing that the juniors and brothers were doing well, she was relieved.

The white horse passes by, and the years are silent.

She has never been to the Northern Imperial City, but she knows that there are 36 main streets and 82 auxiliary roads. She knows the name of each tall building and the customs of each festival.

She never saw her junior brother again, but she also knew when he went to bed in the morning and when he went to bed, that he had newly planted silver thread begonias in his imperial garden, and knew what he ate and what tea he drank.

What I said in the letter was all trivial things.It really seemed that the man was not an emperor, but a rich man, with a light robe and a loose belt, climbing the stairs with a fan.Life is peaceful, happy and content. Nothing about wind, frost, swords, undercurrents or torrents is real.

The autumn moon lights up in the Imperial City of Hokuriku, and the wind blows on Cangya Mountain.

After breaking through the barrier of life and death, Liu Jishuang's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.However, after many years, he was still stagnant at the peak of Mahayana, and he couldn't pass the last threshold. In Wei Jingfeng's words, there was a knot in his heart.

"If the heart is not open, the bottleneck will not be broken."

She can't force herself to practice her state of mind, and she is not in a hurry.After being driven down the mountain by his master, he went to Zhonglu, concealed his cultivation, and became a teacher of Lanyuan Academy.With a wooden crown and hair tied up, and a green shirt untied, when he talked about the "Nine Flowers Classic" in a calm tone, the sharpness of the past faded away.

It's been many years like this, and returning to Xihuafeng is just a big dream in the world, like the blue sky and the clouds, leaving no traces.

Today's letter is not only sent by Qingyiluan, but also much shorter than before, which is very special.

"Third Senior Brother and Chen Yi have an appointment to fight Chongming Mountain. I want to go to watch the battle. Senior Sister, would you like to go down the mountain? After the duel is over, I will accompany you to Donglu Snowfield to have a look."

Donglu Xueyuan has been a taboo that has been kept secret for many years.Just like that, Duan Chongxuan seemingly indifferently mentioned it on an ordinary spring rainy day.

Liu Jishuang was startled.

Then I saw a woman with black hair and white dress, standing barefoot on the snow, smiling softly, but her expression was determined and stern.As if she was about to say something to her, she opened her mouth and fell backwards, half of her body turned into white bones, bloody water winding all over the ground.

Donglu Xueyuan, Golden Palace, Yu Zhanmei.

She stood in front of the window and watched from a distance, with no sadness or joy in her expression.

In the spring rain, the ancient Cangya is full of vitality and greenery.The rain curtain fell along the house, splashing mist and mist, which made her pen and ink more moist.When I was late in writing, large ink flowers bloomed on the paper.

"I don't want to go," she wrote.

When Duan Chongxuan received the reply, he was secretly annoyed for a long time, but he was still impatient.There is no worry or fear about the passage of time for great practitioners, so why not wait another hundred years?

He watched with his own eyes the senior sister carrying the body of Palace Master Jade back to the Eastern Continent.A bystander can see that he understands many things that Liu Jishuang is not aware of.Now they are all in the Xihua lineage, and they all seek benevolence and benevolence to achieve a smooth path, only the second senior sister still has a heart knot.It's just that it's hidden so deep that neither she nor others can see it, and it's not really unlocked.The senior sister once protected him to break through a thousand li ambush and return to the Northland, but now that he is firmly established, he has not been able to do anything for the senior sister.

Thinking of this, Duan Chongxuan sighed, and muttered to himself: "Forget it, you have to find out your own mental barriers in cultivation."

Luan Er couldn't understand what kind of mental block he was, so he swooped down from the golden lacquered beam in the sleeping hall, and bumped into him, full of "jiu chirp" and begging for fruit.

"You're the one who is greedy, go down! I can't hold you anymore!"

Outside the curtain stood a lot of palace people bowing their heads, but they didn't dare to take Qingyiluan down.

In the morning, the mountain fog did not clear.

Yan Xing never thought that fighting Chen Yi was a big deal.He often fights with Jun Yu in Xihua Peak, and he fights whenever he feels like it, what's the big deal?That's why when he rushed from the restaurant to the foot of Chongming Mountain, he was very puzzled when he saw the crowds of people.Why are there so many people here? Is everyone very busy recently?Looking from a distance, I saw Chen Yi sitting on a high platform, surrounded by several elders of Lian Jian and Ye Cheng.

Someone recognized him, and there was a commotion in the crowd. People saluted one after another, and the crowd parted to the two sides, leaving a passage for him.

"Come here! Ancestor Yan is here!"

All of a sudden, "Master Yan", "Uncle Yan", "Old Master Yan" and so on, scared him sober.

Immediately, a Taoist boy came to lead the way and serve tea, leading him to the seat on the high platform, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he waved his hand: "I don't want to sit down anymore, just come up and say something and leave."

Chen Yi and the others stood up to greet Yan Xing: "Don't come here without any problems, Fellow Daoist Yan."

Yan Xing looked at it: "Sect Master Qu didn't come?"

Both of us have family members who are the head of the sect, and if we don't come, we are considered to be sympathetic to each other.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi had a happy face: "Dui Yan is pregnant, I let her have a baby at home."

"..."

Chen Yi doesn't talk much, but whenever he mentions his wife, he always wants to say a few more words: "Dui Yan also said that winning or losing depends on fate, and going home early to accompany her to have a baby is the real thing."

"..."

Yan Xing looks at the sky, the head of the Song sect told me not to go back if I can't win.

He had no choice but to wave his hand again: "Show them staring like a monkey, it's impossible to fight. Let's go up the mountain."

The people under the high stage couldn't hear what they said, but they all fell into inexplicable excitement and only knew that they missed this time, wondering if they could see such a grand event in this life.The figures of the two people in the eyes of the crowd were swaying, their traces were hard to find, and then they appeared on the Chongming Mountain, which was more than a hundred feet away, and they did not take the mountain path.

At dawn today, the largest gambling house in Yecheng opened the handicap. Foreign practitioners rushed to place bets, and the queue lined up on the long street.More people dare not get involved. After all, it is a customary folk entertainment to gamble at the Flower Folding Festival, but it is a bit disrespectful to dare to start a gamble at this level of engagement.If Cangya Mountain or Lianjianzong were offended, it would be a big problem.

Yin Biyue took Luo Mingchuan to sit on the roof beside the autumn lake, bought a jar of good wine, and looked at the cloud-shrouded Chongming Mountain in the distance.His gaze crossed the nearby autumn lake, the crowd of people in the distance, and through the mountain mist, he saw the two people who were greeting each other on the top of the mountain.The battle between himself and Chen Yi a hundred years ago seemed to be dusted off, and it came alive in an instant.

He sighed: "Frost knife embraces the moon, long time no see."

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Cheng Tianyu breathed calmly and retracted freely.Although he was very close to the crowd, no one had noticed him, and he seemed to be in harmony with the light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and focused his attention. The noise around him faded away, and he felt a saber intent rising into the sky in the clouds and mist, like a raging wave, a big river hanging upside down on Chongming Mountain.With a sound of clanking, another ray of saber is bright, it is the bright moon hanging high, and the moon reflects thousands of rivers.The two contended, the true essence clashed and tore the sea of ​​clouds, and the remaining sword intent flowed down from the gaps in the clouds.

But suddenly he heard a sigh: "Cultivation is growing fast, why don't you grow taller?" He was so shocked that he turned his head to see the person coming, and then let go of the hand that subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.

The man was wearing a silk robe with gold thread, a Panlong jade pendant around his waist, and a branch of burning peach blossoms was painted on the folding fan.Dressed exaggeratedly and colorfully, with a half smile on his face, he doesn't look like a serious person, and the servants behind him are full of murderous aura.

Cheng Tianyu stared at him for a moment, then turned his head and said nothing.

Duan Chongxuan thought to himself, why does this person look immature, he is obviously angry, and he has to pretend to be disdainful to argue.He leaned over, lowered his voice, and covered it with a fan: "I asked someone to start a game in the city, do you want to place a bet?"

Cheng Tianyu was taken aback, he had never played these tricks before, but it sounded very interesting, and he couldn't help itching.He didn't even know the handicap odds, so he took out a money bag: "I don't have a bank note, so you can bet on [-] spirit stones for me."

"Where is twenty coins enough? I'll give you two hundred coins. Who do you want to bet on?"

Cheng Tianyu originally wanted to bet on Yan Xing to win, but seeing his rich and powerful appearance, he straightened his back: "I'll bet on Senior Brother Chen."

"Okay. Anyway, I'm the banker, so I can't lose money."

Cheng Tianyu didn't speak, and ran behind Zhong Shan.

Zhong Shan looked over without knowing why, and saw Duan Chongxuan waving his fan and said with a smile: "It's really a pity that I didn't see Master Song today."

Zhong Shan nodded, as if he had seen the ceremony: "The master is very busy."

Duan Chongxuan sighed on behalf of his three senior brothers, saying goodbye to Qinglu and Shi Shiran, and left Chongming Mountain.

Waving his fan, he walked on the bustling Yecheng Long Street.Wearing a white dragon fish suit, he walks calmly.

As time passed by, Ye City more than doubled in size, but the city was still the same as before.The wine flags were waving on the tall buildings, the cars and horses on the streets were rattling, and there was an endless stream of traffic, and the Heijia City Guards shuttled among them in an orderly manner.

He walked from the noisy downtown in the north of the city to the deep alley of the rich mansion in the south of the city, and suddenly touched his chin: "Am I getting old? Doesn't look good?"

Along the way, why are there not as many girls looking at me now as before?

The general dressed as a servant immediately bowed and cupped his hands: "My father will never grow old, and his life will be as long as the sky."

Duan Chongxuan was speechless and choked, and it was fine to answer the wrong question. "Shou and Tianqi" are all compliments to the old man. I don't know how to cherish the opportunity to flatter me. If I am a fool, I will kill you now.

The tallest part of the most powerful city in the Southern Land is not the majestic city wall, but the terrace of the City Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu stood on the top and watched this scene, thinking amusedly: "The emperor has been in power for a long time, and even if he put on a gentle face, he is still skinny, who dares to look at you?"

The old housekeeper looked at the sun: "Master, you have been standing for a long time, please take care of yourself."

The servant respectfully stepped forward to open the umbrella, Ye Zhiqiu patted the railing, turned around, the housekeeper helped him to walk down the high platform, and a group of guards followed behind him.Ye An, the owner of the young city, renovated the terrace ten years ago and sent someone to install a sophisticated elevator, but Ye Zhiqiu still went up and down step by step by himself.

The people in Yecheng have lived here for generations, and the weather is good and the weather is good, talking about the world.In their hearts, the city lord is almost a god, and gods will never grow old.

But Ye Zhiqiu is really old.

Master Wuwang passed away for many years, and Mr. Zhang Yuan left the school three years ago. Some people speculated that Mr. Wuwang had a breakthrough opportunity, and more people believed that his time was approaching and he wanted to return to his hometown.

As the years go by, the heroes are old and the beauties are old.

This is no longer the era when they can call the wind and rain with their hands and draw their swords with high spirits.

Ye Zhiqiu got up very early today, and sent someone to fetch the city lord's attire for offering sacrifices to heaven. The servants hurriedly dressed him neatly, layered upon layers, with complicated accessories. He checked his clothes in front of the mirror, and finally pushed the door out with a sword at his waist.

He said: "A distinguished guest came to the door today."

Ye An hadn't seen his father with a sword for many years, so he couldn't help being nervous: "Is the visitor an enemy or a friend?"

"It's an old friend."

Ye Zhiqiu watched for three hours on the balcony before coming down, waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to support him anymore, stood up and brushed off his robe, took the crutches handed over by the servant, and strode steadily.

"Open the door."

This sound is full of real energy, not like the old man who is dying.It was spread far and wide, and the mansion of the great city lord was like falling, and everyone's hearts trembled.

The ranks here are strict and the rules are harsh. The young city master usually walks in and out through the side door facing the long street, and the rest of the family can only go through the side door facing the alley, and the servants go through the small door in the backyard.The city lord has not traveled for ten years, and there is no distinguished guest who can open the main gate of the city lord's mansion.

"Bangdang-"

The old vermilion door was opened by four guards together, making a dull and heavy noise, and dust was flying all around. Outside the main door was a wide street, which could accommodate four carriages in parallel.This street belongs to the city lord's mansion, and there are no people on weekdays, and there are black armor city guards on duty day and night.The door is facing the main road in the mansion, and two guards are lined up beside the road, all armored with knives.

Hearing his father's voice, Ye An came out from the front hall and walked onto the main road. Wherever he passed, the guards on both sides of the road saluted and followed him, and the sounds of armor were uniform as he walked, and he was marching towards the open door .

Ye An stood three steps away from the door, watching the empty street.Father's seniority is extremely high, and there are very few great practitioners of his generation in the world. Who is the "old man" who came today?When entering the gate of the mansion, if you come in a chariot, should you invite him to get off the chariot?If you take a sedan chair, how should you ask the other party to get off the sedan chair?

His face was calm, his body was tense, with coercion inside, and he didn't say a word.

In late spring and early summer, bright sunlight shines through the black locust tree outside the house, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.A bell sounded from far away from the ferry in the north of the city, faintly, and it rang three times, and then he heard footsteps, scattered and chaotic, like strolling in a courtyard.

I saw a young man waving a fan turning around at the street corner, as he walked, his sleeves caught the wind, and the brilliance of the brocade and white robe flowed, which was very dazzling under the sunlight.

The young man approached, smiled gently, and bowed his hands in salute to him.

Ye An went up to meet him: "The mansion has something important today, I dare to ask Your Excellency..."

He looked into Shang Gongzi's eyes, and suddenly he couldn't continue.He has followed Ye Zhiqiu since he was a child, and has seen a lot of things in the world, and he is not bad at knowing people and judging things.The person in front of him is a young face, but his age cannot be seen. Time seems to be powerless on him, and the nicks of wind, frost and swords cannot be left at all.Although he was smiling, his whole body showed an indifferent majesty, which shocked people's hearts.

The man said: "I'm looking for your father."

The City Lord's Mansion is very large. Ye Zhiqiu walked through the winding corridors, passed the martial arts arena and pavilions, striding along the way to the front of the main hall.

I saw a tall figure stepping into the threshold. Under the half-light and half-darkness, the folding fan was put away with a "shua" sound, and he stood with his hands behind his back. He said solemnly, "It's been a long time, Lord Ye."

At that moment, Ye Zhiqiu thought he saw Duan Shengan.Duan Sheng'an, who had just succeeded to the throne not long ago without any injury or illness, was an imposing figure.The next moment the person in front of him smiled, and the shadow in his memory was blown away, leaving only an idle and completely unfamiliar appearance.

Only then did he suddenly come to his senses - Duan Sheng'an had been dead for many years, and even Duan Chongxuan was not young anymore.

He glanced at the densely packed city guards, waved his hands wearily, and asked Ye An to take them down.Since the other party entered the mansion alone, he didn't have to put up such a big battle.

"Please--"

The two entered the living room side by side, there were guest seats on the east and west sides, the main seat facing the two grand master chairs under the plaque, and Duan Chongxuan took one without hesitation.

Ye Zhiqiu thought to himself, just like your father, the whole world is your home.

The butler served the tea himself, but was stopped by the guest: "Please stay."

Ye Zhiqiu paused when he took the teacup.

Duan Chongxuan took out two things from his sleeve, handed over the bank note, and put the brochure on the table.

"A total of 600 taels, all of which are here."

Naturally, the City Lord's Mansion was not short of 600 taels. The butler didn't know why, so he beat his heart, looked at the look of his master, took the silver ticket with both hands, said "thank you", and bowed to leave.

There were only two people left in the hall. Ye Zhiqiu picked up the booklet and opened it. The paper was flimsy and yellowed. I didn't expect to get it back today.

He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion: "This was originally sent to your father."

Duan Chongxuan took a sip of tea: "Father's debt is paid by son."

After a whole day and night, Ye Zhiqiu finally felt better.

There have been a lot of people coming to the city recently.Not surprisingly, the battle between Yan Xing and Chen Yi was scheduled to take place at Chongming Mountain, and the flow of people in Yecheng was ten times greater than usual.But since yesterday, strange faces have mixed in among the peddlers and peddlers on the street, dealers in gambling houses, waiters in restaurants, and women holding children under trees are all strange.Those people's realm is far superior to that of Yecheng, but they are willing to pretend to be idlers in the market and secretly protect their masters.

There are hundreds of great practitioners that he can see alone, and it is even more difficult to count the ones he cannot see.This is his city of Autumn Leaf, not the mountains and rivers of Hokuriku, which makes him very uncomfortable.

It wasn't until Duan Chongxian entered the mansion alone and paid back the money when he came, that he felt that this child was better than his father.

When Duan Sheng'an was alive, they only saw each other once in decades.Every time the emperor of Beilu came, he seemed to go out of the parade palace, bring his own cook to arrange the food and drink for the two of them, order the servants in his mansion casually, and if he saw a flower or tree in Houhua Kingdom that was not pleasing to the eye, he immediately sent people to transplant it elsewhere. There is no sense of being a guest at all.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't bear it anymore: "I am the lord of the city, this is my mansion!"

He thought to himself, if you dare to answer "So what, I am the emperor", I will draw my sword and bet on the dignity of the city, and I will fight if I can't beat it.

But Duan Sheng'an said: "But we are friends."

Shameless.Ye Zhiqiu held his breath and had nowhere to go, and scolded his eight generations of ancestors in his heart.

It's all happened when I was young, and it's like my previous life when I think about it.Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a long time, drank tea, squinted his eyes, and looked at the floating dust particles in the light and shadow.

"At that time, your father wanted to send you to my place... I said I can't, I don't have that ability. In my life, it will be great if I can protect this city. "

"On the day he left, it rained heavily. He said he was going to the school to meet his husband. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he sent you to Cangya Mountain in the end."

People always like to recall the past when they are old, but unfortunately, the memories are scattered and the beads are not in a string.Duan Chongxuan listened to him quietly, and said with a smile: "Back then, I was pushed around by you and no one wanted me? It's really pitiful."

Ye Zhiqiu also smiled, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes became more and more profound. He looked at the person in front of him, like looking at a junior who is in the midst of blessings and does not know his blessings: "What a pity, look at Ye An, my son, from the day he was born, he was doomed He is going to be the successor of the city lord, so can he choose?"

Originally, fate is beyond one's control, but Duan Sheng'an painstakingly planned and forcibly opened up another path for his son.

It is impossible for Duan Chongxuan to be unclear.

Back then when Liu Jishuang crossed the sea of ​​floating sky to save him, if he was willing to return to Cangya, he would only be Xi Huafeng's disciple, even the Northern Emperor would not be able to hurt him.If he wants to fight for the throne, it becomes his own business, Cang Yashan will not help him, and the Sword Master will not do anything.

But how did he choose?Standing in front of the majestic Imperial City Gate, he saluted Liu Jishuang, Senior Sister, and sent it here.

The ambushes and assassinations along the way neither killed him nor frightened him.After all, he climbed onto the high platform of the palace, looking at the mountains and rivers from a distance, holding a beacon spear in his hand.

At that time he said: "I have never been afraid."

Now Duan Chongxuan sighed: "I had a choice, but unfortunately I didn't choose."

Ye Zhiqiu frowned: "I don't understand, why did you go back to Hokuriku?"

"It's time for me to go back, so I'll go back. I can't look at the country my father guards and give it up to others."

"The bloodline of the royal family is extremely domineering, and the inheritor is easy to live short, aren't you afraid?"

When the other party was in Yecheng, he was a young and flirtatious young girl, and all the teenage girls in the city liked him, and every boss of a gambling shop and teahouse knew him.With such a temperament, giving him unlimited country and being worshiped by thousands of people, it can't compare to a long life and playing games in the world.

Ye Zhiqiu asked casually. He used to chat with Duan Sheng'an without taboo, but for Duan Chongxuan, this question was already sharp.

He put down the teacup, watched the brown tea soup swaying, his expression suddenly became indifferent.

"Fate is mine, destiny is mine, why should I be afraid of it?"

"Young people, don't be so angry. Think about it, you're here today just to pay back the money. There's nothing to ask?"

Duan Chongxuan was silent for a while, his whole body restrained without a trace: "Master Ye, you are my father's friend, what do you think I want to ask?"

"I can't remember what happened many years ago, and I can't remember all the entanglements... I just remember that your mother is actually a demon cultivator, and she came to kill your father."

"……I see."

When he was a child, he thought that his father was omnipotent, but why did he kill his wife and send his son thousands of miles away?Now that he has sat on the throne for these years, he also understands that there are all kinds of last resorts in the world, and the emperor has the most last resorts.

The swinger pushed open the door and came out, unfolded the folding fan and shook it, seeing pavilions and terraces scattered here and there, green and fat, red and thin, like a late spring scene.

He turned his head and said thanks: "It's bothering you so much, I'm leaving."

Ye Zhiqiu watched his back go away.From this point of view, it doesn't look like his father at all, that's great.

Liu Jishuang was still practicing on the mountain, she didn't feel bored, but the Juggernaut couldn't see it.

"It's time for you to take in an apprentice. Only when you have an apprentice who is filial to you can you live comfortably."

Liu Jishuang thought to herself, but I don't need my apprentice to buy me wine, pastries, and bunny lamps.

But she still went down the mountain, because she believed that what Master said always made sense.Returning to the school to teach, I really met a junior who was close to my eyes. The little girl smiled cutely: "What do you think of me? I want to learn Taoism from you."

Liu Jishuang's process of accepting apprentices was more sloppy than that of a Juggernaut, and he just let things go as he pleased: "Then let's go."

The little girl immediately changed her words: "Master, I borrowed a few books from the library, return them and we'll leave."

Counting it, Liu Jishuang has been in the academy for a long time, but she has not been to the library yet.I just heard that there are so many classics and books, covering everything.

"I'll go with you." The building is three stories high, and there are rows of tall bookshelves, with no end in sight at a glance.The little girl went to the deacon to return the book, and Liu Jishuang walked around among the bookshelves, looking around.

When she went up to the third floor, she paused, closed her eyes, and the breath around her changed quietly.She stepped up the steps with steady steps. The third floor was still packed with bookshelves, and there was only one person standing at the end of the bookshelves.The man also saw her and put down the book in his hand.

The two of them were separated by more than ten zhang, and the ceremony was far away. At some point, the breeze outside the window calmed down.

"Master—" The little girl came up to look for Liu Jishuang, but seeing this scene, she lost her voice inexplicably, as if her throat was being choked.The man finished his salute, picked up the book again, wiped it carefully with a silk cloth, Liu Jishuang also turned and went downstairs.

There was no words all the way, until they walked out of the school, the little girl came back to her senses, and said in fear: "Master, who was that just now?"

"Many years ago, he came to the foot of Cangya Mountain and fought with my third junior brother."

The little girl exclaimed: "So powerful...then he lost in the end?"

That's why I came to the library to do a sweeping job?

Liu Jishuang looked back at the eaves of the school: "No, he won."

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Take you to travel around, just turn around."

The little girl tugged at her sleeve: "Then can we go to Donglu?"

"Why do you want to go to the East?"

"I have a friend who lives there, and I promise her that I will definitely go back to see her." Liu Jiashuang was silent for a moment: "Okay."

"Master is so kind!"

"...I also have friends there, let's go."

"Is it a good friend?"

"Yes."

"Long time no see, too?"

"Yes."

Taking a boat to Donglu, she sent her apprentice to a friend's house, warmed up the wine and dimmed the lights, and laughed and laughed from the window.And she was alone, and continued eastward.

The snow field is still falling, like the scattered willows on the outskirts of Tai'an.

After a hundred years, Liu Jishuang finally stood on this snowy field again—the place where she lived as a child, where she used to fight, and where she never wanted to come back.

The place where Yuzhan's eyebrows are buried.

White snow fell on the stele, and when I brushed it away with my hand, the inscriptions painted on iron and silver hooks appeared. The tomb of my old friend Yu Zhanmei.

She had never talked much, but now she seemed to be influenced by her apprentice and wanted to say something for no reason.

"I think this place is better than the Golden Palace. It is quiet and no one disturbs you. What do you think?"

"I never understood that when you go out, you can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and you can't tell the difference between salt and sugar when cooking. You just remember clothes and voices. You are so stupid, how can you be the palace master?"

No one answered her, and the wind howled between heaven and earth.

"what--"

A long howl suddenly sounded on the snowy field. At the beginning, I heard Qingyue, but at the end, it pierced my heart.The echo shook the dead branches and covered the snow, and the ice hanging shattered into powder, falling all over the woman's skirt.

Once explored the barriers of life and death, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment are all gone, and the Dao can be achieved.

Life is gaining and losing, and the loss is always more than the gain.