A thousand days after the immortals raised demons

It is my fault!All wrong!

Lu Mo looked at the person in the mirror with bitterness in his eyes.

He claims to be the person who knows his master best in the world, but he even makes a mistake about the flavors he really likes, let alone these little-known private tempers.

It is because I am selfish, judge others by myself, have narrow vision, and only live in a world of imagination and imposition.

He said that he recognized Master to death in his heart, but in fact he didn't even know what he really liked and hated.

Fine snow drifted from the sky, rustling on the hair and shoulders, and the cold wind became more bitter, cutting the body and mind like a knife.

The people in the cave added new firewood to the fire, washed the dishes and looked up.

How many years have you not seen such snow?

The last and only snow in his memory was at Deep Cloud Gate.

In the cold winter of that year, it was rare for snow to fall on the mountains that had never seen snow all year round. The Shenyunmen disciples from all over the world rushed back to prepare for the winter and the New Year.

The snow was not heavy, and it melted quickly when it landed, but it didn't disturb everyone's interest.

The group of half-grown children clamored to wait for the snow to thicken to have a snowball fight, and then ran to the cafeteria in groups, collectively applying for the cook to make hot pot for the occasion.

Of course, it is impossible for the cook to do this, but he also gave benefits. He can pick up dishes and seasonings at will. Want to eat hot pot?Do it yourself at home!

So that morning the canteen was unprecedentedly lively, and at dusk, the canteen closed, and the chefs inside cooked a sumptuous dinner for themselves.

Lin Chiqing was a little envious and moved when he heard this from Xuanyu Pass.

Xuan Yuguan regretfully said: "Brother Qin is too busy, otherwise how about we get together?"

Xuanyuguan didn't know where to go out that night, Lin Chiqing went back to Shuiyunfeng in the wind and snow, the candles in the kitchen and hall were flickering, apprentice Lu Mo was walking from the kitchen to the hall with a basket of vegetables, his dripping palms were blown by the wind of Qinghong.

No matter how many times he told him, Lu Mo always kept his attitude very low. He never put himself in the position of a disciple, but a servant who served him, doing his best and not being afraid of hard work.

Lin Chiqing didn't want his apprentice to be like this, but he didn't know how to take care of him. He felt helpless, and looked at Lu Moying's cold and piercing hands from a distance, but the child didn't notice it at all.

Actually it hurts.

When Lu Mo returned to the kitchen, he found Lin Chiqing. He hurriedly opened an umbrella to pick him up, and complained with concern: "It's snowing, why doesn't Master open an umbrella? What can I do about the frostbite?"

He was too short, with his arms raised high, trying to walk side by side with the master, without the slightest sense of beauty.

Big and small, one tall and one short, gradually approaching.

When entering the door, Lin Chiqing's eyes were drooping, squinting at the apprentice who put away the umbrella, he was embarrassed to say the tender and caring words, he hesitated for a while, and said lightly: "Next time, don't pick me up."

After finishing speaking, I realized that I missed a few words. It should have said: Next time, you don’t have to brave the wind, snow and cold to pick me up.

However, with his temperament, he would never repeat what he said, and expose his hidden sincerity, that would be too embarrassing.

Lu Mo misunderstood, thought he was rejected, felt wronged, but responded obediently: "Okay."

Lin Chi paused for a moment, then looked ahead quietly.

There is a small stove in the hall, and a pot of soup that is not very red is boiling, exuding the spicy aroma of hot pot.

Lu Mo said embarrassedly: "I heard that snow is the best time for family and friends to reunite and eat hot pot."

Lin Chiqing saw that he clearly had hopeful eyes, sat down on the shelf, picked up a few chopsticks symbolically, then put away his hands and got up to go back to the room.

As soon as he took a step, he saw Lu Mo stepping down with a happy face, sat back down again, and ate some more boiled vegetables.

He endured really hard. Lu Mo's cooking skills are very good, and the hot pot he made is delicious, but he has to take care of his image, and he can't be too fussy.

But this spicy taste is really suitable for me!

Lin Chiqing stared at the dishes unpredictablely, with deep eyes. It would be better if it was more spicy. There are a lot of dishes in the hot pot. It would be a waste if you don't eat them!

There is a battle between heaven and man in the heart, and in the end, the image must overcome the appetite.On his face, he had a calm and noble demeanor, while his heart was beating his chest and feet, and he told Lu Mo with no ups and downs: "After eating, go to bed early."

Lu Mo lost and put it away: "Yes, Master."

After turning around, Lin Chiqing stared at the wind and snow outside the window, actually quietly peeping at the lonely apprentice, a little nervous.

After returning to the room, he left a gap in the wooden door and melted himself into the darkness. Leaning against the door, he silently looked at the apprentice who was eating alone, and noticed that the child's hands were slightly black due to soaking in cold water for too long.

He just watched Lu Mo eat, wash dishes, take a shower, and do the laundry in such a quiet and secret way, and fell asleep on his pillow after finishing all the work.

When the apprentice's breathing calmed down, Lin Chiqing pushed the door open and entered, quietly cast a sleeping spell on the sleeping person, closed the window, sat beside Lu Mo's bed, and held his blackened hand from cooking in the ice and snow for a long, long time.

It wasn't until early in the morning that he was woken up by the laughter and laughter of his disciples playing snowball fights, only to realize that he was holding Lu Mo's hand, and he didn't know when he had been lying under the quilt for a whole night.

On that day, Lin Chiqing, who suffered from frostbite, announced to everyone that he was retreating. No one knew about the immortality of Chiqing.

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As far as Lin Chiqing could remember, the number of illnesses in his life could be counted on the fingers, and he was considered to have a very good physique.Looking back carefully today, the apprentice who was raised by himself has never been sick since he was a teenager, except that he often fell ill when he was a baby.

He never thought that Lu Mo had a good physique. After all, he was so weak when he was a child. After many years, when he looked at his apprentice who was getting older and older, he would feel nostalgic in his heart.

I am used to taking care of someone, but suddenly that person does not need to take care of me, I always feel a little bit disappointed.

He knew in his heart that Lu Mo was not made of iron, and there must be times when he was sick and uncomfortable, but he just kept it secret.

Lin Chiqing restrained his mind, threw the memories into the cold winter, and his expression gradually became anxious.With such heavy snow, why hasn't Lu Mo come back?The demon king is very strong, so he doesn't worry about getting hurt, but what if he gets sick?Being sick can be hard.

After waiting for a while, I finally couldn't bear it and dragged the chain out of the cave to look around.

There is only the sound of wind and falling snow outside. The snow here is different from that year. It falls on palms without melting, and falls on top of each other. The dead leaves on the ground turn a little white in just one meal.

The cold wind howled, cut through the mountain wall, and let out a sharp whimper, like the cry of an evil beast about to break out.

Lin Chiqing was wrapped tightly in fox fur, still feeling cold, stepping on the snow and looking for the other side along the chains covered by snow.

"Lu Mo!"

"Lu Mo!"

"Lu Mo, where are you!"

Fengxue pushed his voice far against the wind.

Unable to respond to the call, anxious in his heart, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and his face was obviously eager.

Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly, and caught a glimpse of the darker clothes corner than the night passing under the tree very close to the entrance of the cave.

After gazing in doubt for a while, a pulling force came from the end of the chain, and Lu Mo got out from nowhere, like a snowman.

Lu Mo looked slightly sullen, and pushed his master into the cave with strides: "It's snowing so heavily, who let you out? What if you're sick?"

At this moment, his mind was confused, he forgot to put on a humble and aggrieved appearance under the haste and worry, and his behavior was exactly the same as when he was a spiritual pet.

Lin Chiqing was startled at first, and then smiled very lightly.

Being separated for 300 years is not all bad. The boy who always followed behind him now grows independently and freely to the direction he originally expected.

The children of those days finally learned not to be cautious, and will always be buried in the dust.