One piece, two pieces, three pieces, countless pieces, snowflakes fell from the sky and floated past in front of your eyes.
Cold, a kind of cold that has never been seen before, surrounds him, erodes him, penetrates his clothes, penetrates the skin under his clothes, invades the internal organs, and invades the soul.
The boy stood quietly in place, looking at the figure standing in the distance. The figure had been motionless for a long time, as lifeless as a statue.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the scattered snowflakes turned into heavy snow, fluttering and rustling.
The crisscrossing gullies were filled, the soil and rocks splashed out from the frozen soil were slowly repaired.
The boy waited for a long time, from excitement to anxiety, from anxiety to fear, from fear to despair.
He took another step and walked towards the statue-like old man, his body and heart trembling with each step.
This is a long journey, even farther than the end of the sky and the corner of the sea.
"Come here". A desolate sound broke the tranquility between heaven and earth.
The boy's eyes were filled with tears, like a wild horse running wildly on the heavy snowy floor.
He slid countless times along the way, rolling and crawling around the old man, and kneeled in front of the old man with a plop.
"Old Ancestor"!
The white snowflakes covered the old man's blue long gown, and the old man's silver-white hair was covered, looking like a snow-white statue.
The old man's eyelids twitched a few times and slowly opened them. His eyes were no longer bright and his eyes were no longer pitch black. He didn't have a trace of anger.
"Child, the ancestor is leaving."
"No"! The young man choked up and he had not yet walked out of the grief of losing his grandfather, and he could not accept the old man leaving him again.
If the death of grandpa brought him only endless grief, then what the old man brought him was not only grief, but also endless fear and helplessness for the future.
From childhood to adulthood, grandpa and the elderly accompanied him, teaching him to read and read, teach him the way of heaven and martial arts, and teach others the world. In his world, the two old men are everything to him.
All this happened too suddenly. I was drinking tea and playing chess in the corridor yesterday, and he was the only one left today.
Thinking that from then on, he was the only one left in the vast snow-capped mountains, he felt fear that he had never felt before.
"Old ancestor, you are gone, what should I do?"
"Child, everyone has their own way to go. The ancestors can only guide you, but they cannot walk the road of your life for you. Their own way is ultimately something that you have to walk on your own."
"Old ancestor", the young man raised his head and sobbed in a low voice. "Please, don't leave."
The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he had no strength to speak. After a while, he slowly said: "My ancestors are old, they are really old and tired."
"If you are not old, you are nourished by the energy of heaven and earth, and you can live another hundred years."
"Whether stealing the sky or borrowing the sky, I will have to pay it back sooner or later. The ancestors can no longer pay it back."
The boy crawled on the ground and cried in silence.
The old man asked casually: "Do you still remember what I said?"
"Um,,"
"Tell me it."
"If you don't enter the transformation qi, you won't leave the Guixi Temple." "What else"?
"Send him down the mountain." The boy choked and said, "But he is dead."
"He is not dead." The old man murmured.
"I believe he is not dead," the old man added.
The boy raised his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The old man opened his eyes again, his eyes were empty and unconscious.
"Our ancestors will tell you another word - forbearance."
The boy bit his lip tightly, "I can't stand it."
"A knife on the head of the word "heart" is not easy, but it is because it is not easy that it seems rare."
"Why"? The boy's hatred eyes were filled with tears.
The old man murmured, "I ask you, if you kill him today, how should you live your life in the future?"
"I," the boy's mind went blank.
"You need him."
"I····".
"The Lu family now also needs him. The Lu family has experienced countless ups and downs and encountered countless difficulties and obstacles. In these disasters, even if there is only one time that has not been passed, there will be no Lu family today, nor will it be
I have you and me today.”
"Now, our Lu family has encountered disaster again."
"Children, it is not easy to live a disaster, and it is not easy to live a disaster."
"He should have died long ago, and he should have killed him when he was not enough to cause this disaster. He should have died too late, not only because there are too many people in the Lu family who died because of him, but also because people like him have been living their lives
Let’s stand on the opposite side of us. As he grows up, he will sooner or later become a major concern of the Lu family.”
"But he shouldn't die now."
"Old ancestor..., I don't understand..." The old man's face stopped on the last smile. On the empty sun and moon floor, there were only the crying of the boy and the whistling of the cold wind, and he would no longer
No response from the old man was heard.
I don’t know how long I cried, but the boy’s tears dried up and his body was tired. He slowly stood up, and the old man was completely covered with snow, becoming a standing snow sculpture.
Looking around, Xinxue healed the scars of the ravines on the Sun and Moon Square. It was as white as before, still flat, and looked exactly the same as when I first came, without any distinction. It makes people wonder if the earth-shaking battle just now has really existed. If it has existed,
Why is it the same as when I came? If it doesn’t exist, why is the ancestor not responding to him?
The young man looked around and saw that the sky was so high and the earth was so vast. He was the only one left in the sky and under the earth.
"Ah"!!!!!! The boy yelled to the sky, grief, loneliness, anger, hatred, fear, and resistance.
The roar spread across the Sun and Moon, swinging in the sky, and echoing in the valley.
His eyes fell on the slightly raised snow not far away, and the boy slowly moved forward.
His teeth clattered, his fists clattered, and his heart thundered like a war drum.
Standing in the snow-covered place, the boy's chest was fluctuating violently.
After standing for a long time, he finally squatted down and trembled his hands and opened the snow piles with his hands.
Finally, he saw the person under the snow.
First, I saw my legs, my strong thighs were full of holes, and my bloody muscle tissue was turned and hung on both sides. I could clearly see the meridians inside were beating slightly.
Then I saw the naked chest and the dense blood grooves on the solid muscles, just like the ravines on the snowy floor before, crisscrossing.
Finally, I saw the face, and a pit was deeply trapped on my forehead. My eyebrows were like swords, my nose was as high as a mountain, my eyes were tightly closed under my eyebrows, and my lips were slightly opened under my nose. My cheeks were like swords and axes to make people kill me
The feeling of slashing.
Biennial's eyes were full of hatred, and her eyes were full of blood.
His hands slowly
He stretched to his neck and then began to exert force. He saw that the man's face turned blue and gradually he could only vent his breath and no longer intake.
"Why, why are you coming? Why do you kill my closest dear and beloved person? Why do you make me a lonely orphan?"
"Why"?
The boy let go of his hand and sat on the ground. Yang Tianchang asked, "I was fine yesterday, why did he suddenly become like this?"
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No matter how confident a person is, one day his confidence will be abused to the point of being completely abused and will be hit and doubted in life. This opportunity to expose his confidence is often a way you can never imagine.
For example, a mahjong game.
If one day or two days of winning or losing can be explained by luck, then several consecutive days of blood swamp are enough to destroy all the disobedience of a person.
After several days of continuous counting, the IOU has become a thick stack.
At this time, Tian Yue and Lu Zhenchi deeply understood what crushing meant, and realized that what Wu Minsheng said was not false.
"No more playing." After writing an IOU, Tian Yue pushed down the mahjong plaque and leaned on the chair with some weakness.
"I won't play anymore." Lu Zhenchi also knocked down the mahjong plaque in front of him, looking depressed.
Nalan Zijian looked at the two of them with a smile, "Did you admit defeat so quickly?"
Tian Yue said lightly: "So what if you admit defeat, so what if you don't admit defeat. You are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who wants to kill us, so what if you do."
Nalan Zijian smiled, "It's very different. For example, you used to behave as your elders and talk to me with a high profile, but now you're much gentler."
Lu Zhenchi looked at Nalan Zijian lightly, "I admit that you are a genius, and you are a genius in all aspects, but we still do not accept your insults."
Nalan Zijian smiled, "It's obviously meaningless to save face, but it's really interesting."
Tian Yue looked at his eyes and his nose and his heart, with a calm expression. "We have already admitted defeat, and it's time for you to move on to the next step."
Nalan Zijian waved at Long Li on the side, took over the thick stack of IOUs in Long Li's hand, and handed them to the three of them one by one.
"You one, you one, you one, you one, you another, sit in the rows and eat fruits..."
The three of them looked at Nalan Zijian's distribution of the IOU lightly, and were not furious because of Nalan Zijian's rudeness like before.
"What are you playing?"
After sending the IOU, Nalan Zijian smiled, "The Nalan family's turmoil was not won by playing mahjong. Since the three of them have already admitted defeat, these IOUs are useless."
Tian Yue glanced at the IOU he returned, "You can say what you want, but I explained it in advance. It is not what you want, I can give you."
Nalan Zijian glanced at the three of them with a smile, "What do you think I want?"
Lu Zhenchi said lightly: "No matter what you want, in essence, what you want is nothing more than money and power, fame and fortune."
"Hahahaha," Nalan Zijian laughed.
"Vulgar". The laughter stopped abruptly. "Vulgarity is unbearable". "Low, the pattern is too low".
Tian Yue and Lu Zhenchi looked at each other at the same time, and then looked at Wu Minsheng together, but the latter looked calm and natural, and there was no clue.