The correct strategy for the master of the world

The white snow scene is a wonder to watch for a day or two, and boring to watch for a month or two, but it is only resignation to see it for a lifetime.

Wen Renxi is a brat who grew up in the snow-capped mountains and will stay in the snow-capped mountains for the rest of his life.

These are the original words he said to Lu Xiaofeng while chatting after drinking.

The "Shan Hai Jing" records that in the south of the West Sea, on the shore of the quicksand, behind the Chishui and before the Heishui, there is a big mountain called Kunlun Hill.

Kunlun in the sea is located in the northwest, the capital under the emperor.The void of Kunlun is eight hundred miles in square and ten thousand ren in height.There is Muhe on it, which is five fathoms long and five circumferences large.And there are nine wells, with jade as the threshold.There are nine gates on the front, and the gates are guarded by enlightened beasts, where all the gods are.At the time of Chishui Rock and Chishui, no one can climb the rock without Ren Yi.

Kunlun, the sacred mountain in the northwest, the top of Kunlun Mountain, a place where the snow does not melt all year round. According to legend, there is a shrine with white jade as the wall and glazed tiles.

Once there was a mountain pioneer who was able to enter, and saw two people playing chess, with white hair and youthful face, wearing clothes like wind, not like ordinary people, and when he got a glass of wine, the color was clear and delicious, he drank it and got drunk, woke up and went down the mountain, then a hundred years have passed.

Later, the founding emperor Ming Shengzu of the previous dynasty came here to see him. He rode a white deer and came here, and presented three kits.

Later generations also had a high-ranking scholar who went to the mountains to search for what the predecessors said. He saw a fairy palace standing in the distance, and it seemed that there was a ray of light shining through it.

To this day, no one cares about the Kunlun Shrine. Only the occasional people in danger who enter the mountain will pass on the help of immortals to escape from trouble, and most of them are regarded as a joke when they are unconscious.

Wen Renxi grew up on a snow-capped mountain, and in front of his eyes, apart from the vast white snow, he is a lofty mountain, which can pass the time, except for the so-called elegant hobbies such as martial arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the people he faces every day, In addition to the senior flower master who brought him up, there is also the waiter who has been poisoned and dumb, and can't even read.

When he was young, Wen Renxi was also a lively child. As time passed, the master would not speak, and the dumb servant could not speak. Sometimes the master would punish him suddenly when he was annoyed by his chattering. Gradually, he was also worn out. It was as lifeless as this palace.People in the palace, except those who are responsible for purchasing daily necessities, cannot go down the mountain. They have been trapped in this palace that has been forgotten by the outside world for a lifetime.

And Zhang Fang was the only turmoil in Wen Renxi's life without waves, and also the only accident in his life that he could see to the end at a glance.

Zhang Fang is a young bodyguard. Before becoming a bodyguard, he was a mountain pioneer. Since he was 12 years old, he has been climbing up the mountain every day, transporting the ganoderma lucidum and white jade down the mountain to exchange for money. This is a life-threatening job. There are always dangers on the mountain. Zhang Fang Unlucky enough to meet a snowstorm, he froze in the snow, and was picked up by Wen Renxi, who rarely came out for a stroll.

Wen Renxi's master never allowed outsiders to stay in the palace, so Wen Renxi left Zhang Fang in the small cave he opened when he was bored, poured some medicine to hang himself, and secretly took Zhang Fang from his own. Some items such as bedding, stove and the like were shipped out of the room, and I took a few glances every day to avoid people's eyes.

The heartbeat of being afraid of being discovered and the sneaky behavior he had never done made the young Wen Renxi feel extremely excited, and Zhang Fang was lucky to save his life.

After coming and going, the two became friends. Wen Renxi listened to Zhang Fang's stories about the mountains, and Wen Renxi taught Zhang Fang some rough kung fu in return. During that time, it was also a rare color in Wen Renxi's pale life. So beautiful that when Zhang Fang recovered from his injury and went down the mountain, he was still a little bit reluctant.

"I will definitely come to see you!" At that time, Zhang Fang, who still had a childish face on his face, vowed, and a few days later, he really came back, and brought sesame candies and dough kneaders from the mountain to him. It's a pity that Renxi was caught by Wen Renxi's master only once, and the two of them have never seen each other since then, and have not heard from each other since.

Wen Renxi's life once again returned to the tranquility of stagnant water. He planted a peach tree in front of the cave. He thought it would not survive, but he didn't expect it to sprout buds—even though it never bloomed.Occasionally, he would think of that period of time, and he would secretly make a calculation, knowing that the other party was all right and relieved.

After that, time passed again, like a white horse passing by, Wen Renxi's master died. The master who was trapped on the mountain by his ancestors all his life and strictly isolated Wen Renxi from the outside world died. Renxi became a complete loner.

He buried the master in the snow mountain, although he felt that the master didn't like this place like a cage.

Without a master, Wen Renxi became the only master in this palace, he could do anything except not going down the mountain.

He has already adapted to this lonely life, getting up early to practice swords, practicing piano at noon, reading and practicing calligraphy at night, admiring the moon when the moon rises, and watching the snow fall when the snow falls.

Wen Renxi brewed a jar of wine, the morning dew on the snow lotus, the spring water on the top of the mountain, the color is as clear as water but the wine is fragrant, it is the legendary fairy wine in the past.He buried the wine in the snow for three months and took it out. He took out three copper coins and planned to figure out where it is now, and asked the person in charge of the purchase to send it. Although he didn't know if he still remembered his old friend, but he But he has always remembered Zhang Fang, and he still remembers the salivating expression on that person's mouth when he mentioned Kunlun Immortal Noodles.

This time, when Wen Renxi started divination, he felt uneasy, and felt a little trembling while holding the copper coin. Where is he? When the copper coin was tossed for the last time, the copper coin was cut in half from the middle, and Wen Renxi felt cold all of a sudden. Halfway through.

Taking out another fifty strategies, Wen Renxi forced himself to calm down, and made a hexagram again to test good and bad luck. It was not unexpected, and the result of solving the hexagram was only a dead end.

He was extremely calm, at least with an extremely calm face, put away the plan and put it back, took a basin of rootless clean water, put it in a white jade basin, took a bottle of blood from his heart, and took out Zhang Fang's wound when he was young Old clothes stained with blood from time to time.

For a moment, Wen Renxi felt that he was unbelievably calm, but also unbelievably crazy.People in the world once rumored that there were immortals in the Kunlun Shrine. In fact, most of this palace was indeed the residence of immortals. The decline has been passed down to his generation, and he is not much different from ordinary Jianghu people. He has to pay a lot of money to display all kinds of supernatural powers that his predecessors have come to hand at his fingertips.

This time, I don't know how much life will be cut off from me.Thinking in this way, Wen Renxi cut off the blood-stained part of the old clothes, soaked it carefully in the wine for three minutes, took it out, poured the wine into the water, then poured the blood from his heart, and knocked three times respectfully. Please, after a while, the water that was printed and dyed red turned into ripples, gradually revealing a scene of a moonlit night.

The moonlight is very melancholy, and the full moon, which symbolizes reunion, is covered by a layer of mist. Across the water surface, there is an unreasonable chill that penetrates into the bones.

Zhang Fang has matured a lot compared to when they parted in the past, his face is full of bravery and wind and frost, and his figure is no longer the thin and thin as in his youth, but much stronger.Most of the kung fu I taught him back then was practiced seriously.Thinking of this, Wen Renxi felt a little happy.

There are also a group of guys around him, all of them look relaxed and happy.

An old woman walked towards her. Her back was bent, as if she was carrying a heavy burden, or as if she was being pressed hard by a big rock.She was carrying a large basket covered tightly with a thick cotton cloth.

"What's in it?" asked a fellow, who had just returned from a long run and was curious about everything now.

"Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar." A smile appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face, "Spicy and hot stir-fried chestnuts in sugar."

Her voice was very hoarse, and it sounded very sad. In other words, it was a very sad thing for an old woman to come out alone to make a living on such a day.

"We buy five catties, one catty per person." Zhang Fang said, showing a very strange smile, "I'm going to visit a friend this time, so I'll bring him some fried chestnuts with sugar. I haven't even seen it."

The young man took the steaming sugar-fried chestnuts from the old woman, shared them, and asked with a smile: "Which friend is it? Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"It's an old friend I haven't seen for a long time. I don't know if I will see you this time." Zhang Fang peeled off the shell of the sugar-fried chestnuts and threw them into his mouth.He also missed my friend, and Wen Renxi's cold heart gradually warmed up.

"I'm afraid you brought all the miscellaneous things along the way for your friends. I don't think they are your sweetheart!" Another guy joked.

Zhang Fang didn't answer, or rather, he couldn't answer anymore, he fell down, and once he fell down, his body tightened immediately, white foam came out of his mouth, and the white foam turned red again, turning into blood.

Wen Renxi clasped the corner of the table tightly with his hands, he really wanted to turn his head away, but forced himself to stare with wide eyes, engraving everything about that old woman into his mind.

The old woman smiled, her wrinkled face looked hideous and distorted under the moonlight, at least in the eyes of Wen Ren Xi and Zhang Fang, that face was disgusting like a ghost.

Zhang Fang wanted to rush over and grab her by the throat, but he could only throw himself at her feet and was exhausted.

His face was facing the old lady's skirt, under the gray cloth skirt, he was actually wearing a pair of bright red embroidered shoes, the kind that girls in the boudoir often wear, the brightly colored embroidered shoes, compared with the gray cloth skirt, unexpectedly It is an indescribably weird violation.

The only difference is that the old woman's embroidered shoes are embroidered with owls instead of common mandarin ducks. The eyes of owls are green, giving people the illusion that the owls are alive. The eyes are staring straight at you, with a taste of ridicule and pity.

"Young man really doesn't learn well. You have to look at the big girl's feet to see what's wrong." The old woman giggled, and her demeanor carried some of the coquettishness of a young girl.

Zhang Fang asked hoarsely, "What hatred do we have with you?"

The old woman smiled and said: "Silly boy, I haven't even met you, how can I have hatred with you?"

Zhang Fang gritted his teeth and asked again: "Then why did you want to harm us?"

The old lady said lightly: "It's not the reason, it's just because of me that I want to kill someone."

She raised her head, looked at the desolate and hazy full moon in the thick fog, and slowly continued: "Whenever the moon is full, I want to kill someone!"

Zhang Fang looked at her, wishing he could bite her throat and kill her alive, but he had no strength left.

The old lady disappeared suddenly, just like when she came, she disappeared into the thick fog abruptly.

The full moon is even more miserable.

Wen Renxi gritted his teeth, looked at Zhang Fang in the water and swallowed his last breath, felt his throat was unbearably sweet for a while, vomited a mouthful of blood, coughed twice and packed everything up, his eyes were dark, his hands and feet were all numb. He couldn't use his strength, and he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be as pale as a ghost.

He raised his feet and wanted to go back to the bedroom, but before he could move his head, it hurt like a needle prick, and he fell unconscious when his eyes darkened.

When Wen Renxi regained consciousness, it was daylight, and the servants never dared to disturb him without his orders, so even he didn't know whether he had slept for a day or a month.

Standing up, the footsteps are still a little weak, but there is no serious problem.

Walking back to the bathroom to wash up, Wen Renxi was taken aback when he untied the hair crown, the waist-length hair was no longer black as it was before, but dull and gray like an old man.

Although it was a bit unexpected, I was somewhat prepared in my heart.

After washing up, Wen Renxi looked at the sky. It won't snow in the past few days, which is a good day to go down the mountain.

He summoned all the dumb servants, distributed 200 taels of silver to each of them, and Wen Renxi dismissed them all.

Sitting in the palace and watching the last servant leave and go down the mountain, and buried the wine that he intended to give to Zhang deeply under the peach tree, Wen Renxi thought that he would never make wine again in his life.

Walk into the ancestral hall, burn three sticks of incense, and bow your head to worship.

"The unfilial sect heard that Renxi broke the rules and went down the mountain. Since then, he has never been able to return. The sect and I have been kind to nurturing, but we have to avenge our old friends. I hope you will forgive me."

Packed his luggage, closed the door of the palace with his own hands, and opened the gossip array at the door, from then on, Wen Renxi could never go back to the mountain again.

Turning his head down the mountain without turning back, Wen Renxi was afraid that if he turned around, he would regret it.

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