dry snow

I dare not take it personally.The old Taoist has also heard about Mr. Zhaoyao's demeanor for a long time, and seeing him today is even better than the rumors. "

However, Ying Tianchang didn't hear all these words at all; it might have been heard, he divided himself into two, like a puppet, all relying on instinct to advance and retreat in the hall, talk and talk, from Kongtong disciples represented by Yan Qianyou As far as the decoration of the pillars in the hall is concerned, everything has been praised, and the performance may not be bad, at least not abnormal, because Chu Changliao began to look relieved, and smiled at him knowingly.

Ying Tianchang didn't see this smile either.As for the other one, he was completely dumbfounded, more like a puppet than a puppet, unable to move.He didn't stare at the man.In fact, he only glanced at it when he entered the hall, and then moved away calmly (not as suddenly as if he was burned by fire!).This is the accumulation of many years of experience. He believes that he has tried his best. If he is still timid and someone sees his flaws, then he can only do nothing.

He hadn't expected this at all.Of course, it cannot be said that he was unprepared for this scene; in fact, Yan Fengyue had told him clearly from the very beginning that this speculation was clearly written in Chu Changliao's letter, which was also the purpose of his trip to Kongtong.The ten days from receiving the news to now are enough for him to think of more than 100 future trends and countermeasures.

But he did not expect this at all!

Wan Fang stood at the top of the mountain.He looked very lonely.

Of course, on such a snowy day, facing such mountains and deep valleys, no matter who stands on such a deserted peak, it will look very lonely.

It is said that there are no traces of people because the snow on the peak is still fluffy and thick as when it just fell, and there is no trace of being disturbed by the pace.

Wan Fang stood there.It's hard to imagine that he walked over.

Maybe he fell from the sky riding a magical bird!

Someone came from behind.Obviously this person didn't cherish the scenery as much as he did. The sound of footsteps creaked, leaving a series of obvious footprints on the snow.This scene-killing behavior like splashing ink on white paper made his heart ache like being grabbed.

"Master Wan."

"Why is the guest here?"

Wan Fang didn't look back and said quietly.Compared with being rude, his behavior made the other party feel more presumptuous.

Of course, the visitor is unaware of the meaning of chasing away guests. "I was about to ask why Sect Master Wan is at the top here."

Wan Fang said, "Because I love watching snow."

He added: "Especially this peak, bestowed by good fortune, is the snow that does not stain the fine dust."

The visitor stopped making a sound; although he took the initiative to disturb him, he seemed to be holding his breath and waiting for him to speak.Considering that the person who came was Ying Tianchang, the scene was horrifying.

In any case, this goal was achieved, because Wan Fang said again: "Does the young master also like snow?

Ying Tianchang quickly replied: "No, I don't like it."

He kindly explained the reason again: "Because I'm afraid of the cold."

Wan Fang seemed to be smiling, but even if he turned to face Xiang Tianchang at this time, the expression under the mask could not be determined.

"Young Master Zhaoyao." He murmured. "Are you afraid of the cold too?"

This sentence has not been answered for a long time.After a while, there was the dull sound of something falling in the snow.It was nothing else, Ying Tianchang knelt down behind him.

"Brother." Ying Tianchang said.

Zhang Siwanfang

Wan Fang still hasn't looked back.

"I don't know who is Mr. Ying's elder brother?"

Ying Tianchang sighed.Although playing Jifeng has the effect of distracting attention and unconsciously drawing out the sincerity, it is quite a headache when he has already surrendered and the opponent does not intend to let it go so easily.

"Ying Tianchang has only one elder brother." He said firmly.

Zhou Lingzi, the leader of the three swords of Baixue Pavilion, once protected the swordsman who was besieged by the righteous way of the martial arts alone after the pavilion master retreated in the Battle of Chaohu Lake, and was still able to retreat unscathed.

Those who are killed by his Kongsang sword are said to hear an unheard of music before they die, as if floating from the sky.

This person once drank wine with you for three days and three nights, once laughed and broke the piano in front of you, once admired your sword, and once stood in front of you with the sword.

He is dead, by your hands!

"What are you doing?" Wan Fang said softly, as if he didn't feel the pressure from the behavior behind him at all.No matter how earnest Ying Tianchang's gaze was, it couldn't cause a thorn on his back. "Are you sorry? Do you want to ask for forgiveness? But Zhou Lingzi is dead, and even if you kneel like a rock here, he doesn't know anything about it. Even if he really knows, what's the point of kneeling in front of a dead person?"

"I don't know what the meaning is." Ying Tianchang said truthfully. "So I'm getting up."

He stood up, and only then did his knees feel sore and bitterly cold.The sun shining on the top of the mountain is beautiful in color, but it has no temperature.

"Chu Changliao asked you to come?" Wan Fang asked.He seemed to have lost the interest in firmly denying it in front of Ying Tianchang.

"Yes. He asked me to identify you."

Wan Fang snorted. "He always thinks that my origin is unknown, and I'm too fast to be the head. If there is a chance to put me to death, why not do it."

"I think your past two years... must have been quite... hard." Ying Tianchang said with difficulty.He had never known that speaking could take so much effort; each word was like spitting out a tooth that had been knocked out.

"Hard work? Did you tell me it was hard work?" Wan Fang repeated the words without any sign of criticism, and let them pass by indifferently. "Then how are you going to deal with it?"

"I don't know." Ying Tianchang said. "So I'm here to ask you."

Wan Fang suddenly turned around, apparently unable to bear it any longer. "You come to ask me, do you want to kill me?" This feeling was so absurd that he laughed again. "You still have moments of hesitation. Should I be grateful?"

"I didn't..." Ying Tianchang said shyly.It is also the first time he knows that the power of words is so weak, not only can't express his mind at all, but may even run counter to it.But it was really not his style to give up this means of communication, so he was still trying to speak.

But Wan Fang stopped him.The masked Sect Leader waved his hand wearily. "There's no need to explain. I know you very well. Even if you call what happened back then a pity, you can't be happy about today's changes. If it's useful, you might be willing to kneel here for three days and three nights, and Even if you do this, you won't even have half a ounce of regret."

After saying these almost gentle words, he walked back to his original position and stood with his hands behind his back.The mountain wind blew his robe like a thin tree.Half of his hair was already gray.

"So you don't have to ask me. It doesn't matter if you want to kill me again."

"What about you?" Ying Tianchang said suddenly. "Don't you hate me? Don't you want to kill me? If you kill me here and let me be buried in this snowy valley, no one will know, and there will no longer be any evidence to prove Chu Changliao's suspicion .”

"Hate you or kill you, that's Zhou Lingzi's business." Wan Fang said, obviously he was going to stand here for a long time. "Zhou Lingzi is dead."

What is death?What is life?

Everyone has thought about these issues more or less, although because it is difficult and melancholy, it is extremely pretentious, and they are rarely ashamed to say it.

Of course Ying Tianchang also thought about this problem, but that was a long time ago.When he found that such thinking was of no use to him, he quickly gave it up.In view of the fact that he still has a long life to live (he is not very sure about it, but he has been working hard for it), he is willing to prove it with practice.

But at this moment, his head hurts thinking about it.He sat in a small room on Kongtong Mountain, with a wooden couch and paper curtains, and the lights were flickering on.The sky outside the window is bright, and the world is extremely quiet. Occasionally, there is the sound of snow falling on the branches, but it can only add a thicker stroke to this tranquility.

In such an environment where you can hear your own heartbeat, it is really easy to think wildly.

Should he use his knowledge of the dead Zhou Lingzi to judge the living Zhou Lingzi?If that's the case, it's a miracle that he can still think wildly here.If not, what should he use to judge the living Zhou Lingzi?Or a more reasonable inference: the dead Zhou Lingzi must not be completely similar to the living Zhou Lingzi, nor will they be completely opposite.So which part changed?

Ying Tianchang exaggeratedly sighed.The sigh came back to him from the four walls, he had a feeling of being surrounded by his own bad mood, so bad that he finally couldn't bear it and opened his mouth.

"Does the first master continue to test my ear?"

The door was pushed open, and Chu Changliao came in with a dry laugh.

"I just see Brother Ying's focus on thinking about things..."

"Sit at the beginning of the head." Ying Tianchang pointed to the chair, with a posture of anti-client.But Chu Changliao couldn't wait to ask: "How? When you saw Wanfang, did you find anything?"

Seeing his eagerness, Ying Tianchang felt a flash of disgust. He seemed to be the same as Wan Fang. Although he was invited to come up the mountain by Chu Changliao, subconsciously, he regarded this person as a person who was jealous of the virtuous and capable, and made trouble out of nothing.Immediately, another thought flashed across: Could it be that I have already started thinking about things in favor of Wan Fang?

This thought made his bad mood reach the extreme in an instant, and there was a feeling of vomiting in his stomach for a moment.Chu Changliao didn't know what to do, and was still eagerly waiting for his answer, but seeing his ugly face, he couldn't help but be concerned: "Brother Ying, what's wrong, his face is so pale?"

Ying Tianchang finally said: "It's nothing, it's frozen."

"This, huh, even in the mountains