Wulin Mysteries

Bai Wangchuan dragged me up the cliff with all his strength, and I fell down in the snow with him, the sun shone all over my body, and the warmth spread.He suddenly fell silent, lying on his side on the white snow, the cat wagged its tail, sat down beside his lap, and obediently waited for the hair to fall.

I lay opposite him, with my arms around him, my chin resting on his forehead, gently rubbing back and forth, time stagnated at this moment.

Until the cat was impatiently urging meow at our feet, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up: "Your cold syndrome is not cured yet, so don't do whatever you want, get up."

After he stood still, I lowered my head and carefully flung off the little ice crystals on his body. The black cat would see the needle, and immediately jumped into his arms, flicked its tail, and slapped me across the face.

After morning tea, Abei took us to Feiyun Peak, and the black cat followed us all the way. No matter how Bai Wangchuan tried to comfort him, he refused to leave.

"The owner needs to rest, and there are many traps along the way, this hairy dumpling can't follow, I will find a forest later and throw it in." Ah Bei grabbed the black cat by the tail, turned it upside down to observe for a while, and laughed Yes, make an action to throw it far down the valley.

The black cat finally became ruthless, its back was flexible, and it struck back angrily, a blood mark immediately appeared on the thick arm of the stupid and reckless man.

"Ah, you beast!" Ah Bei threw the cat away. The black cat had a thick pad of flesh and fell on the snow without making a sound. It rolled around and jumped into Bai Wangchuan's arms again, with its tail up. Tall, with a provocative face, he squinted to look at Ah Bei.

When we arrived at Feiyun Peak, it was almost noon, and there were many hidden guards guarding the road. The mountainside was the busiest, with stacked houses, some even built near the cliff, winding all the way to the peak, majestic and magnificent.

I haven't set foot here for a long time, and when I look around, I feel a little strange.Bai Wangchuan was following the black cat, and Ah Bei didn't mess with it, but it was very quiet, stepping on a row of small plump petals.

In front of Feiyun Peak, there was a sword unloading pavilion, two hidden guards came out from nowhere, they just measured us carefully with their eyes, without searching us, and then said to Bai Wangchuan: "The chief will wait for a long time, sir, please follow me. "

A Bei and I were left looking at each other. The black cat was lying on the snow. Although its body was relaxed, it turned its head around and looked around with sharp eyes.

Ah Bei was probably tired, so he dragged his heavy body to the sword unloading pavilion. After he sat down, someone came to serve tea immediately.The sun had just risen for half a day, but at noon, the sun began to darken. After a short while, snow was scattered all over the world. The black cat quickly changed from a tabby cat to a white cat, and remained in place.

"Come in, this heavy snow seems to be going on for a long time."

The cold wind blew through and greeted me directly. Abei exhaled a stream of white air from the palm of his hand, rubbed his face with his hands, and let out a long sigh: "This year is extremely cold. I heard that Huanhaishan was not like this in the past. of."

"..."

"But Misty Peak is covered with snow all the year round. One winter, Thirteen almost died."

My heart tightened immediately, but Ah Bei said calmly:

"I'm used to the title Thirteen. If you forget, you might not understand it. It's actually Mr. Bai."

"What's going on?" I tried to make my voice sound steady, not so shaky.

"Thirteen lives in the most sunny corner of Misty Peak. That winter, he suffered from cold syndrome, and he was often unconscious. He even lost his pulse and heartbeat a few times. When he was awake, he didn't Fortunately, I couldn’t stop coughing up blood, and shivered with cold all the time. I asked him to move in with us, and he said that everyone has his own life, and his life was borrowed from the sky, and he would have to pay it back sooner or later.”

"..."

"I asked him why he had such a severe cold syndrome. He said that he had a huge accident, because he let his feelings, mistrusted others, and caused disasters. After the accident, he was thrown into the snow to reflect Three days and three nights, at that time, his life was no longer his. Fortunately, someone rescued him, but the cold had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow and meridians. The executioner died later, and most of the revenge was avenged. But the mayfly shakes the tree."

"..."

"That year, the snow was very heavy, and it was half a person's depth when we stepped on it. Our brothers went to the forest together to cut high-quality pine logs, and made... done..." Abei's voice was a little out of control, and he didn't continue. .

"Thirteen put on new clothes that were clean and tidy early, and a fire was lit in the room. His face was pale, and the fire light reflected on his face. I felt that he was a little alive. He was It was extremely simple to tell me about the funeral. He asked me to bury him on the edge of a small island in the south of the Yangtze River. There was no need for a tombstone, but only a pinch of loess. He was afraid that I would not remember, so he grabbed the pen with trembling hands and drew the picture. The location of the island."

I am a wicked person, so God will punish me all the time.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Young people are always so emotional. When they hear other people's stories, they can shed tears in just a few words."

"Yeah, in this world, other people's stories are the most touching." My eyes were blurred, I quickly adjusted my mood, and motioned for him to continue talking.

"I was curious, and asked him why he was buried in a place far away from mountains and rivers. He was originally from Wangchuan Palace. He said that he had spent a short happy time there in his life. He liked that place very much. He was born facing the sun. The grass grows and the warblers fly, surrounded by clear water. From now on, there will be willow trees in front of his grave, green grass will grow, and butterflies will accompany him. He doesn't like Wangchuan Palace. He had cold syndrome when he was alive, and he would be frozen to the bone after death. It's really self-torture .

I don't remember how I felt at the time, but I agreed anyway.That night, the palace lord came back seriously injured and blocked all the paths up and down the mountain.

The sky was full of flames, Thirteen looked out the window, he had no energy to speak, and asked me silently if he couldn't leave Wangchuan Palace.I told him that the palace lord fought 72 martial arts masters alone, and then fought against Qin Shan. This time he was seriously injured, and the lockdown period should be long.After he heard this, he didn't respond, so I continued, the palace lord only killed the eldest son of the Bai family last time, and this time he went down the mountain, he has become a demon, and he will kill all the people related to Bai Wangchuan's death. stay, but the ashes still haven't fallen.

He slowly closed his eyes, and I stepped forward to cover him with a quilt, only to see a line of tears falling from the corner of his eyes.

I was young at the time, and I didn't know the whole story, so I continued to tell him: Later, those 72 people made an appointment with the palace lord, and they didn't talk about the rules of the world. They confronted each other in a wheel battle, and later they simply attacked together, but they were not the opponent of the Palace Master at all, until Qin Shan came forward...

I don't know if it was spring that came very early that year, or the reason why the Wangchuan Palace was blocked and there was no hope of escaping. In short, Thirteen's cold symptoms are getting better day by day, and his own sense of survival is much stronger than before. He asked me to help him gather herbs , boiled soup, thoroughly studied the entire medical book in Yunzong Pavilion, and survived that winter before letting go of my hanging heart. "

"Thousands of cuts are not enough for the instigator." I turned my back, not wanting him to see my red eyes and embarrassed face.

"Hey, why am I telling you this. When a person talks a lot, he may start to age, or he may not be far from death."

"No, Ling Jiuchong is dead, so I can't trouble you. And Mr. Bai is such an open person, he won't care."