Xia Zhaoxue was holding a water bag and a pot-shaped stone in his right hand, and a dead pheasant and a bundle of herbs in his left hand. When he saw the girl sitting under the tree, he said: Why are you out?
The girl's black eyes were as bright as snow, and she looked at him blankly.
How are you? Xia Zhaoxue came over and asked, how do you feel?
There was a strong wind and snow, and his hair was messy and covered with frost. The vegetation along the road was bleak. He was stepping on the frost and snow. His thin plain clothes could not hide his erect posture. There were only many fine lines between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.
Younger and less graceful.
But he is only in his early twenties this year.
The girl didn't speak, she just raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes gradually turned red and moistened.
What's wrong with you? Xia Zhaoxue approached and asked, "I'll help you back?"
Xia Zhaoyi blinked his eyes lightly, and tears suddenly rolled down.
There is a young man in the Xia family who is as spirited as wine, wears a fine horse, is like a dragon, and is upright and courageous. He once traveled thousands of miles at night in the rain to save his friends. He once spent a lot of money to buy swords in the market. He likes to fight against injustices. He likes to drink and listen to the piano. He loves the clouds and the wind.
Fireworks world.
He was originally a laughter-loving knight in the peaceful and prosperous times, leisurely enjoying the mountains and rivers, riding horses in the autumn wind, as clear as the bright moon hanging in the sky, with a flawless state of mind.
But now, Xia Zhaoyi didn't dare to think about how much he was carrying on his shoulders and how tiring it was.
Before the world rose or fell, the Xia family had sacrificed blood to heaven and earth, leaving a legacy of hatred in history. The injustice of hundreds of dead souls was all hurt by his body.
Here, and the life she lost in the snow in the north, must have been a dull pain in his heart.
She was wrong, she really found out that she was wrong.
However, even if she had to do it over again, she would not want to see her second brother die on the execution ground!
She had already experienced such severe pain, heartbreaking pain, and scratches all over her body once, and she couldn't bear to let her second brother taste it.
But why do those who survive have to suffer like this? This is more painful than Lingchi's car cracking!
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head. The more he cried, the more uncomfortable he became. His thin shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
Little girl? Xia Zhaoxue was so flustered by her crying that she knelt down and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head and said nothing.
She had never cried like this, never, not in the past life, not in this life, not when she heard the news of the death of her father and brother, or the tragic news that the Dingguo Duke's family was exterminated.
Maybe the illness was too serious, which affected her mood, or maybe what happened was too painful, which completely destroyed her calmness. She let herself cry, and even wanted to come to her senses without getting drunk.
Little girl? Xia Zhaoxue looked at her. Men and women were different and it was not easy to touch her. But seeing her crying like this, he really wanted to press her shoulders to calm her down.
There were footsteps and firelight coming from another distance. Xia Zhaoxue looked up, alert, and saw that it was everyone from Yuanhe Sect. He frowned slightly and stood up.
There! It really is there! Dai Yu shouted happily, holding up a torch.
Du Xuan's smile froze and he said worriedly: No, why is Ah Li crying?
The old man and Shen Lie strode away, taking a few steps up the slope.
The girl was still crying, sitting on the snow with her head hanging down, crying heartbroken.
Shen Lie's heart tightened, he frowned and ran away, calling softly: Ah Li.
Xia Zhaoyi sobbed and paused, looking up with tears in her eyes.
Ah Li Xia Zhaoxue said, looking back at the girl.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at Shen Lie, and his eyes fell on the old man who was following behind Shen Lie.
The old man had white hair and a childish face, also dressed in plain clothes. He was thin and tall, with a face that was usually expressionless, and looked at her indifferently.
Xia Zhaoyi choked with sobs and burst into tears. Her lips trembled and tears fell again.
Have you ever cried like this? The old man said.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
Master doesn't like crying the most.
In fact, she doesn't like it either.
A clean handkerchief was handed over, and Shen Lie said in a low voice: Ah Li.
Thank you. Xia Zhaoyi said, reaching out to take it.
Xia Erlang. The old man looked at Xia Zhaoxue.
Who is the old man?
I am Zhaoyi's master, the old man said, this is my little apprentice, her name is A Li, and she is also your sister.
Xia Zhaoxue looked at the old man and said blankly: You are the elder.
No one in the world knows what the old man is called, and no one knows his real name, including his only disciple Xia Zhaoyi.
There is no need for a name, Li Ling is the elder, just these four words are enough to impress the world.
Yes. The old man nodded, walked towards the girl, reached out to hold the girl's wrist, and at the same time raised his hand and put it on the girl's forehead.
Master Xia Zhaoyi shouted very softly, raising his eyes to look at the old man who was close at hand.
The energy is very good, the old man said, and he can still cry like this.
If you hadn't appeared, I could have cried even longer.
Forgive me for disturbing your interest.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes were red, and he suddenly reached out and hugged the old man, tears falling again.
The old man who didn't like being close to others almost pushed her away, but luckily he controlled it in time.
However, the girl did not rely on him for too long and soon left his shoulder.
Why is Master here? Xia Zhaoyi said.
It's important for you to see a doctor, the old man said, looking at Xia Zhaoxue, can you carry it?
Xia Zhaoxue was still in shock and didn't know how to react.
When did he really have such a sister?
Who was his father's father? No one among the four siblings knew about it. How deep should this be hidden?
According to the father's status, why does he need to support a foreign wife?
If other people had told him these words, he would not believe them, but how could Xia Zhaoxue not believe this old man in front of him.
But if he is also the old man's apprentice, he must have been raised on the mountain. His sister has always been on the mountain and has never mentioned it to him.
Your second brother couldn't accept it for a while, so the old man said, Ah Li, say something.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't know what to say, so she looked up at Xia Zhaoxue, paused, and said softly: Second brother, I am your sister.
She knew that Master had recognized her at first sight, and she also understood why Master wanted to conceal her identity.
If the master in the future, she will also hide her identity. The master must also have expected this, so he will directly claim himself as his young apprentice without asking whether she has stated her identity when he appears. This is their master's identity. The absolute tacit understanding between the two disciples.
The second brother has endured too much, and she doesn't want to expose the scars, and she doesn't want the second brother to not know how to face her when she comes back, and she doesn't know how to face the second brother at that time.
Some pasts, no matter how painful they are, can only become the past and do not need to be changed. Even the Master cannot fully understand the word life.
Xia Zhaoxue looked at the little girl and remembered where he had seen it.
In Daping Square, she went to the execution place alone. He couldn't bear to see her alone surrounded by soldiers and horses, so he raised his bow and took action.
Second brother, Xia Zhaoyi said again, carry me on your back.
As she said this, she stiffly stretched out her hand as she was not used to acting coquettishly.
After I recover from my illness, we brothers and sisters can go kill Li Ju together, okay? Xia Zhaoyi looked at Xia Zhaoxue and said.
She carried her on her back and left with her, wherever she went with her master. Before she was completely sure that she could kill Li Ju, she didn't want him to take risks.
