The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yunyang City, the fourth night of falling snow.

The rattling chariots and horses, the shouts of pawns, the charming silk and bamboo, and the crying of children all fade away in the thick night.

On such a night, there is no clear moonlight shining into the vermilion gate, no green wine glasses, and scarlet dance skirts.

Only the cracking sound of the dead branches being crushed by the remnant snow, the whistling sound of the gust of wind entering 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.

Traveling in the wind and snow at night, it doesn't look like an eager and anxious returnee, but 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 sprinkled the snow with warm colors, which gave people an illusion of warmth.

It also reflects the shadow 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.

The person who came did not leave, as if he had discovered something interesting, or maybe it was a bit 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 words 'Wei Jingfeng'.No one dared to admit this name.Even if the person in front of him looks like a young man 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 is, Wei Jingfeng can still hear clearly. The child said,

"Do not."

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 here."

"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 that skinny little hand approached, it was about to strike violently.

But he held back.This feeling is too strange, because no one has 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 let go.

A dirty handprint was left 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 I don't know how to answer.No one ever said those three words to him.

In his previous hundreds of years, it did not include talking peacefully with people.

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 listens to it, he will feel that he is condescending and showing mercy and charity.

Therefore, he really didn't know how to get along with people...or, to put it another way, with apprentices.

What to 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 get into the school, the strange expressions on those people's faces were disbelief mixed with weird smiles. They asked, "You want to go to the school too?" '

He didn't understand, could it be that he couldn't enter if he ate too much?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's really warm.

Wei Jingfeng held the umbrella in one hand, and led the child in the other, walking a bit slower,

"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 brilliance, from now on you will be called Jun Yu...It is really a good name!"

He looked 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.

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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 was wiping his sword, his expression focused,

"Even if the Taoism is perfect, it is difficult for everything to go well. How can anyone in the world be really unrestrained and unrestrained? You don't understand this truth now, just like people who don't learn swords. I will understand when I 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 about it and decided to give an example,

"When the old man was young, whether he was holding an umbrella, wine, or silver, he always had one hand free. Do you know why?"

Yin Biyue thought for a while,

"One hand is empty, so you can take 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."