Hello, Yan Chaobai

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Yan Chaobai thought about the day when he would leave Cangyun, but he didn't expect this day to come so early.

"What's the matter, look at me, I've been out of five poisons for several months at such a young age!" Qu Dabing patted his chest and said.

Yan Chaobai rolled his big eyes.

"You, you, what expression do you have!" Qu Dabing angrily went up to hit him.

"No." Yan Chaobai suddenly said, "It's just that there are some things that I can't do now."

The group of Bu Yu who had bid farewell to Cang Yun and the others was walking outside the tent, and happened to hear this sentence, and Bu Yu's hand stretched out to the tent suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Qu Dabing asked.

"Murder." Yan Chaobai said lightly.

Qu Dabing was startled, then smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the countless wolf-fanged dead souls under your knife?"

"This kind of scum is naturally nothing to worry about." Yan Chaobai tidied up his clothes, his tone remained calm, "I want to find them, know what happened, and then—"

He didn't go on talking, just lowered his head slightly to cover his blood-stained eyes.

Qu Dabing looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding the meaning.

"I never thought that even this name is just a vassal." Yan Chaobai said to himself, "Chaobai is trying to express some kind of cryptic meaning."

"What are you talking about? I can't understand a single word." Qu Dabing felt that the person in front of him suddenly became extremely strange, and those pupils hidden behind slightly messy bangs were like two cold stars in the nine heavens, There was a bone-chilling coldness.

"Let's go." Bu Yu's voice sounded from outside the tent, she didn't come in, but Shi Qizhu sneaked into the tent, stared at Yan Chaobai for a while with her shining eyes, then pulled Qu Dabing and dragged her away go out.

"Here we come." Yan Chaobai replied, he didn't have much luggage, a satchel was enough.

Lifting the curtain, he habitually looked at Cangyun Castle, which was crawling like a giant beast.Dead things will never change, day after day, year after year, gnawing on the wind and frost of the frontier, it becomes more and more ancient and solemn.

Yan Chaobai put away the tent and carried it behind his back, walked up to Bu Yu and said, "Master".

"No matter how magnificent the scenery is, it can't keep people who want to leave, can it?" Bu Yu gave him a cold look, and jumped into the carriage that had already been prepared.

"No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't keep people who want to leave...?"

Chunyang, heavy snow.

Cang Yun stood on the top of Lunjian Peak, and Taoist priests in white came and went under the peak.

Swinging the Mo Dao casually cuts the oncoming wind and snow. Although the blade is sharp, it can't break through the strands of lingering strands, and even if you stretch out your hands, you can't catch a little bit of broken snow flakes.

He lowered his head to look at the baby in the swaddle at his feet, his eyes were closed tightly, his little face was pale with cold, and he seemed to be half dead.

Cang Yun picks him up with a knife, hangs in front of his eyes for a moment, and finally sighs.

"Why not, let's call him Chaobai."

It can also be understood as: looking forward to Bai Hao's return.