a hundred times

The sun is just right, and the floating dust is jumping in the air.

He had a small book rolled up in his hand, and he only read half of it before falling into a drowsy sleep in the afternoon.The long-lasting bitter smell of medicine lingered on the tip of the nose, gradually becoming clearer and stronger, until someone walked over gently, with a low voice with a smile, "Master, get up and take medicine", which broke the sound sleep.

His eyelashes fluttered twice, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw an ordinary young face—it was really an ordinary face, but it had the most gentle and charming eyes in the world.

He couldn't help smiling, and said softly, "Ah Chen."

Ah Chen sat down beside his bed, stirred the jet-black medicinal juice with a spoon, and coaxed softly, "Take the medicine quickly. When winter comes, I'll take you out to see the snow."

He says that every time.

From the time when he entered the Zhou Mansion in the late spring of the third year of Qinghe, until the beginning of autumn when the golden osmanthus was fragrant.

And every time he heard this sentence, he would obediently hold the medicine bowl, drink the bitter and astringent decoction, enjoy it like sweets, and dream about enjoying the snow with Ah Chen in his mind.

If the willow catkins are blown by the wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms are blooming, and they are all in the same color. What a holy and pure picture it should be.

However, the screen changed.

He really saw the snow, the overwhelming snow.

The snow is cold, as cold as death; everywhere is white, that dead white like onyx.

Without Ah Chen, Ah Chen would have been gone long ago.When he used the sword move that swept across like a frightened bird, Ah Chen was already gone.

Such icy snow fell outside the ancestral hall all night, making people feel cold all over.He knelt in front of the candle, thinking in a trance that even if a cold wind blew through his hair, someone would hug him into his arms to keep him warm, as gentle as water.

But the reality is that he knelt from dark to dawn, and finally understood the size of the world, and suddenly he was left alone.

It turned out that the snow was not good.

Everywhere, the snow that he once could not touch, poured into his shoes.Trekking in the knee-high snow, the lower body lost consciousness, and the eyes were blinded by the wind and snow, and all the beautiful imaginations were shattered.

Limbs are cold.

So cold.

Zhou Chuze's body trembled uncontrollably, but his eyes suddenly opened, and he woke up suddenly.

There was a fireplace in the room, and someone was sitting at the table, with long silver-white hair hanging like a waterfall, and a long sword in one hand.

Zhou Chuze woke up from a long dream, and before he understood his situation, the man turned his face and said, "What you see in the dream is the past, don't be trapped by the past, and use your mind in vain."

Zhou Chuze forced himself to calm down, his voice hoarse: "I can't forget it."

"Of course you can't forget it. What's the use of wasting your energy on regretting the past and hurting yourself?"

"What can I do?" Zhou Chuze said painfully, "I clearly can't do anything."

Lowering his eyelashes, he wanted to tighten his cold fingers into fists, but in vain he found that he didn't even have the slightest strength.He hated this body, it was congenitally deficient, and even though he was a man, he couldn't withstand a little bit of wind and rain.

What can he do?

Why should he seek his sincerity from that person who is full of lies?

And why should he seek justice from that group of pretending martial arts decency?

"Practice martial arts."

As soon as the man spoke, the hand on the long sword somehow moved. Zhou Chuze raised his eyes, only to hear a soft moan, and the long sword had already been inserted in front of his bed.

The sword light was clear and chilly.

With just one glance, Zhou Chuze remembered the soul-slaying knife in his father's hand.

He was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"Practice martial arts."

The man stood up, moved his feet, and he was already standing beside the long sword.His eyebrows are handsome and deep, but his face is expressionless, as if covered with a layer of frost, indescribably deserted.

"People in the world call it the Heartless Sword, but they don't know that it was originally famous, and it is not a sharp weapon for killing people who will see blood."

Ruthless sword, the best sword in the world.

Since Xiao Wangsheng withdrew from the arena, he has been regarded as the number one martial arts soldier.

Zhou Chuze tried his best to prop up his body, half leaned on the head of the bed, his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "I haven't asked for advice yet...what's your name, senior?"

The man looked at Zhou Chuze quietly, glanced at the young man's brows with cold eyes, and said lightly: "Smile and forget life. I want to take you as an apprentice, just call me master."

After hearing the ruthless sword, Zhou Chuze faintly realized that the person in front of him might be the number one swordsman in the legend.However, for Zhou Chuze, the words just now surprised him even more than the recognized No. [-] in the world. He even raised his voice suddenly: "Me? How can I practice martial arts like this?"

"15 years ago, I made an agreement with your father to take his eldest son as an apprentice. Since you are Zhou Renfeng's son, why can't you practice martial arts? As for your body, your senior brother will naturally take care of you for a period of time."

"This is Bielong Peak." Xiao Wangsheng's voice was like stagnant water, and calmly stated a fact: "Since you have joined my sect, you will definitely be able to practice the best martial arts in the world."

Zhou Chuze was stunned, silent for a while, and asked after a long time: "Are you really the number one swordsman in the world who was as famous as my father in the past, Xiao Wangsheng?"

"Ah."

Zhou Chuze said softly: "My father once mentioned you."

Xiao Wangsheng was stunned for a moment, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and then he said shyly: "Really...how should I say it?"

Zhou Chuze thought for a while, and slowly said: "My father mentioned your name and sighed several times, but in the end he just read a poem."

Xiao Wangsheng's fingertips trembled slightly, "Oh? What poem?"

At this time, there was a figure outside the door, Ye Zhuchen was holding a medicine bowl, he just listened without pushing the door.

Zhou Chuze seemed to have thought of something, he stared blankly at a spot in the sky, his eyes were in a trance, and said softly: "Farewell to the lovesickness of the sky, it has been three lifetimes to look back. OK."

Reminiscing about the past, you can't ask for it.

Feeling melancholy towards the scene, chasing the fragrance a hundred times.

After half an hour.

Xiao Wangsheng laughed in a low voice, hoarsely and bitterly: "It's such an old chasing empty fragrance that has been practiced a hundred times...Zhou Renfeng, so, so you will regret it too?"

His laughter became louder and louder, his face showed a ferocious twist, coupled with his white hair, he looked really indescribably desolate and terrifying.Zhou Chuze was not afraid, he thought of his father's wry smile when he read this poem, seeing Xiao Wangsheng's sudden burst of madness, for some reason he felt a faint pain in his heart.

At this moment, Ye Zhuchen pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Wangsheng seemed to wake up with a start. He restrained his madness for a moment, turned around and walked out: "Zhuchen, you take care of him for at most three months. Before the beginning of spring, I want a completely healthy seedling."

As soon as the words fell, there was another sound at the bamboo door, and when the door was closed, Xiao Wangsheng's figure had disappeared.

It really came and went like the wind.

"When he was young, he had a unpredictable personality and was crazy and unruly. You are amazing. You can make him look like he was the first time we met." Ye Zhuchen glanced at the Wurui sword beside him, and handed over the medicine bowl, "Drink the medicine , If you are not good, I will not be able to go down the mountain."

It took a while for Zhou Chuze to recover from Xiao Wangsheng's madness. When he faced Ye Zhuchen, he had little expression on his face and didn't talk much.

"Drinking medicine can cure my disease?"

"You are just congenitally deficient, and now you have lost your vitality, so it is not really a disease. Starting tomorrow, I will open up the meridians for you, the hourly needle luck, supplemented by medicinal baths, and your body will be recuperated in three months."

"Your medical skills are very good."

"There are many people with good medical skills in the world."

Zhou Chuze smiled wryly. He was congenitally deficient. He had been dealing with herbal medicines since he was born. He had seen countless doctors. He knew what was wrong with him. If he really wanted to cure him, even many famous doctors were helpless.Ye Zhuchen is the second person here who confidently declares that he will take care of his body.

"You're leaving after you've cured me?" Zhou Chuze raised his eyes and asked.

Ye Zhuchen was stunned for a moment, and a frivolous smile was drawn on his thin lips: "Beauty, beauty, now you are my little junior, so why don't you want to see me?"

"Yes." Zhou Chuze looked directly at Ye Zhuchen with black and white eyes, and said coldly, "Luo Chen, when I saw you, I even wondered if it would be better for me to die."

Ye Zhuchen's smile froze on the corner of his lips.

The heart seemed to be touched unexpectedly by a big cold hand.

He hates all unexpected things, because he is used to controlling everything in his own hands...

"Okay, my young master." Ye Zhuchen quickly laughed again, and his voice changed from the pleasant and moving jade to the deep and charming in an instant, he asked calmly: "The banishing valley disguise technique is unparalleled in the world, tell me, How did you find out?"