Wearing a sick and weak master

"Xianzun, let's go back, you have knelt here all night, you should go back quickly and rest."

The person behind him was holding an oiled paper fan, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Your Majesty may not see you today."

The cold wind in Nanwu Mountain is biting, and the morning mist is lingering, like a fairyland from another world.

Shen Linan was dressed in thin white clothes like snow, her silver hair fell to the ground, her complexion was pale, and she looked sickly.

He didn't speak, just stared straight at the gate of the palace in front of him.

Ten years ago, the world of comprehension was in turmoil, Shen Linyan sealed the demon god, and the immortal veins were exhausted, and he became a useless person.

His beloved disciple Li Yun took the opportunity to seize power, proclaimed himself a fairy king, imprisoned him in Nanwu Mountain, and would not be able to live in this world for life.

It has been ten years now, and the Immortal Venerable, who was high above the sky and pure and pure, has long since become numb.

"Xiu Nu..."

"If you are tired, go back first and ignore me." Shen Linan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, but the voice was also weak and empty.

Xiu Nu shook his head, sighed, and left holding an umbrella.

Without the protection of the oil-paper fan, Shen Linan's eyes were blinded by the cold wind, and his hands and feet were also frozen by the cold wind. When he was about to fall, a pair of warm hands blocked him.

His heart trembled, could it be him...Will he hug himself gently again...just like before...

But the fact was not as he wished, those big hands just supported him, and then let go immediately.

And he also fell heavily to the ground because there was no one behind him to support him.

"Pretentious." Li Yun cast a cold look, and looked at Shen Linan with disdain.

"Finally willing to see me." Shen Linan looked at the indifferent man in front of him with eyes full of pain, feeling extremely excited.

"Passing by." Li Yun.Patting the non-existent dust on his body, seeing this person who used to be as bright as the moon in front of him, but now kneeling in front of him, he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Nanfeng's winter plum blooms, can you accompany me to see it?" Shen Linan asked Li Yun in an almost pleading tone.

At this time of the year, the plum blossoms in Nanwu Mountain will bloom together, but only the plum blossoms in Nanfeng are the most blooming.

"Go by yourself, I don't have any spare time to accompany you."

"Just the last time, can't it?"

Shen Linan lowered her eyes, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes that fell in the snow.

"Uh..." Li Yun didn't answer him, but turned around and walked around him, and walked into the hall.

Looking at Li Yun's decisive figure, he was extremely helpless.

What are you looking forward to?Looking forward to him being with you?

It's a joke, it's impossible.

Shen Linan smiled wryly, stood up slowly, and walked towards Nanfeng with his heavy body.

The cold wind on the South Peak was even worse than before, and before he had gone far, snowballs were stuck to his eyelashes.

Originally, Nanfeng was not far from Nanwu Mountain, but at this moment, Shen Linan felt that he had walked hard for many years.

Before meeting Li Yun in the past, he was a lonely person from beginning to end. It was Li Yun who made him try to come out from the depths of his heart and let him face every situation boldly. personal.

But God seemed to have played a joke on him, the only one who got close to him died because of him, and the people who had been on top of his heart also abandoned him, and in the end he was the only one left .

Shen Linan walked under the plum tree and dug out the token that had been buried under the tree.

It was a bell bracelet, an ordinary thing that couldn't be more ordinary.

And it was this ordinary little thing that couldn't be more ordinary that buried the least known secret in his heart.

He leaned against the tree and looked up at the sky, as if the past seemed like yesterday.

"Master, I am pleased with you, are you... willing to marry me?" The anxious figure of the young man has been deeply etched into his memory, and he can't erase it no matter what.

And he can't remember what he said at that time, but if he had to do it all over again, he would definitely choose.

"I...will..."

The wind and snow in Nan Wushan did not stop, he lay quietly in the snow, holding the weather-beaten bracelet carefully in his hand.