After the Master's reinstatement

The 13 years that Mu Chun said was so long, it seemed like a lifetime.

Tianshan Mountain, located in the northernmost part of Kyushu, is filled with snow and fog all year round, making it an extremely cold place.

Every year, the Buzhou Palace will relegate some disciples who violated the rules to Tianshan Mountain. The conditions in that mountain are quite harsh, birds are difficult to get to, and the barrenness is so barren that wild animals are not willing to patronize them. It is a veritable cold palace.

There are more villains and less fun in the backcountry. Shang Yingqiu was in his early ten years old, the youngest among them, and he was named as one of the adopted sons of the Young Palace Master——

Even if it is someone who is not favored, once these two layers of identities are superimposed, he becomes the one who suffers first.

For a long time, people here have been used to calling him little devil, stinky dumb, or dead boy.

They also suspected that Shang Yingqiu was dumb at first, because from the beginning when he first arrived, he did everything silently, eating, sleeping, chopping firewood, and working, and he still maintained the habit of being in the school every day.

Yinshi gets up to study and practice early, and does his own thing like no one else, and there is no wave of contempt and insult to others, let alone the clique consciousness of worshiping his elder brother.

These people didn't get the fun they deserved, and they were very unwilling, and felt that they deserved a lesson from the brat.

The first one was a fat man, nicknamed Perverted Tiger. This man used to be a member of the patrol team. He was sentenced to 30 years in Tianshan for raping a peasant girl at the bottom of the mountain. Put on a good show.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The expectant scream pierced through the snowy night. Because of the silence, the high-pitched wailing sounded particularly frightening, but to everyone's surprise, the sound didn't seem immature.

The strong smell of blood trickled out from the crack of the door, mixed with the stone steps and flowed into the snow.

All of a sudden, a body like a mountain of flesh crushed the wooden door, rolling all the way down.

The fat man was shaking like a sieve, his hands were waving wildly, his voice was out of tune, and the gurgling blood mixed with hot air kept gushing from his throat. Fortunately, it was freezing cold outside, and within a few blinks, the rough air was frozen. Gone.

Everyone looked over in astonishment——

A thin figure walked out of the door. The young man had slender hands and feet, and his hair was tied up with wooden branches, not even a mess.

The air is rough and frozen, and the only thing that moves is the ice pick held in the boy's hanging left hand.

Hot blood mixed with ice water, dripping non-stop.

"I will return it to you, are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, you can come again."

The unique voice of a young man flows down from above, and the words are quiet, which makes people frightened.

These people knew that the little ghost was not dumb, he just didn't like to talk, just like a biting dog who doesn't like to make noise.

After everyone checked, the only fatal wound on Fatty's body was a scar on his neck.The wound is thin, smooth and even, with the same incision at the head and tail, clean and beautiful. It can be seen that the person who did it is not only calm in mind, but also extremely precise in controlling the strength.

Fatty's martial arts are considered outstanding here, but how long has that kid only learned martial arts?

It took only three years to be adopted with full play.

This kid was more ruthless than they expected.

After the people dispersed, Shang Yingqiu reinstalled the door. The blood on his hand was still wet and he had nothing to wipe, so he drew the blood on the dirt wall.

On the first day ever, he would write a vertical line on the wall, a stroke representing a day, day after day——

After three years and one thousand and ninety-five days, he will be able to return to Buzhou Palace.

He can remember it with memory alone, but after all, memory is intangible and invisible, unlike these accumulated traces that can give people happiness.

He counted, and when he reached the 674th day, which was a certain day in the deep winter of the second year, a rare avalanche occurred outside.

It was also this accident that changed the fate of everyone in the cold palace.

The Tianshan Mountains entered winter early, and apart from some stored grain on weekdays, the general life depended on the monthly supply of food from the town.After the avalanche, the only road up the mountain was blocked, people inside couldn't get out, and grain trucks outside couldn't get in, and the snow melting road would have to wait until early spring at least.

The cold palace is usually guarded by disciples, and the food stored is naturally used by these people first. As for the remaining guilty disciples, they will not be treated like this.In the first two months, everyone was able to get some dry buns and drink some porridge water that was so thin that there was no rice to find. After that, they were hungry for several days and relied on drinking fruit.

"How about... trying to escape?" A person who had just arrived suggested.

run?How to run, everyone here is sent up the mountain blindfolded, and they don't know the way, and this Lenggong is specially built on a lone peak, with steep surroundings, and the scenery is desolate and frozen for thousands of miles. This fate has to be explained on the road.

Lutong's days are far away, and everyone risked being frozen to death to search for food in the snow-capped mountains.

But these celestial animals are also avoiding the cold winter. It is not easy to find their traces. They finally caught a one-eyed wolf that was driven out of the wolf pack. , until there was nothing to eat nearby.

Time corrodes everything, from the body to the heart.

Those who can be assigned to come here are not good stubble, and one of them made a suggestion that if there is no food, they can only "make" food by themselves.

Whether he will be retaliated against in the future, or whether he will be discovered by guard disciples is actually not important.

The important thing is how to get the future first—it’s not a precedent anyway, it’s just being forced to follow the example of the predecessors, who knows if you don’t tell me?

It's all so difficult, why can't we allow a little mistake?

People make decisions very quickly, what is slow is the process of self-persuasion.

As for who that unlucky ghost is, needless to say, whoever doesn't fit in is the one.

"We always bully that kid, and when we go back, he might sue the Young Palace Master."

"Yes, this brat is not a good person. He is cruel at such a young age. Now that he has killed Fatty, he will definitely take revenge on us when he goes back. I don't want to stay in this crappy place for the rest of my life!"

"The boy sleeps with a burden every night, so he must have hidden something to eat."

Hunger becomes a force that manipulates the body—

Born from evil, they began to observe the opportunity to attack, like observing a pheasant that can peck people, and after looking at the problem from a different angle, they didn't think the kid was annoying anymore, and they even worried about his frailty from the bottom of their hearts. .

Yes, I'm too thin. I don't know how many catties or taels I will get in the end.

It is really easy to find out the child's schedule, because he is placing orders every day.

The child who was alone went out to look for food by himself every day, and the miraculous thing was that he went out alive every time and came back alive. Not only did he not freeze to death, but he also found something to fill his stomach every time.

Sometimes it is a handful of dead grass, the remains of wild eagles, or tree worms crawling under the bark. In the period when everyone must be cautious to survive, only those who are more careful than them can find clues.

Compared with animals, the whereabouts of people are much easier to find.

A person can hide his body, but it is impossible to completely hide his breath. Even if you hide in a snowdrift and think you are invulnerable, if you observe carefully, you will find that the melting speed of this piece of snow is very different from other places.

Holding a base of dry firewood, Shang Yingqiu glanced from the door to the tree.

After he paused for two more breaths, he dropped the things in his hands and ran away without warning.

No, it was discovered!

Gritting their teeth, the three groups of people who had ambushed had no choice but to rush out from the house, the trees, and the snow, catching up like wolves and tigers.One-on-one brats can be tricky, but bullying the few is always safe.Shang Yingqiu didn't like to fight, he dodged from left to right, and retreated into the snowy forest with a keen figure.The leaders chased after them closely, and they slipped away again after touching their hands several times. They couldn't help yelling angrily: "Stinky boy, let's see where you can escape!"

Escape, of course you have to escape, people are fleeing, and the wind and snow are also fleeing,

The night wind was wrapped in frost and hit against the trend, biting as if it wanted to split people into pieces. This chase lasted until dark, until the stars fell and the night was deep.

On the edge of the cliff, the road has come to an end.

Someone first tore off the rag bag on the child's back. It was fluffy, and there was nothing to eat inside, only a rusty dagger and a few gadgets carved out of wood.

Shang Yingqiu looked back abruptly, his face changed suddenly, and he jumped to the ground. At this moment, a black figure flashed from behind the cedar tree trunk, wrapped around the child's helpless arm, and snatched away the ice branch that was used as a weapon.

The man who succeeded raised his hand, slapped his head with a few slaps, and grinned viciously: "I told you to run, run, let me see how strong you are and where you can go!"

Shang Yingqiu didn't dodge, didn't even blink, pressed the things Mu Chun left for him tightly to his heart, and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

On the edge of the cliff, the road has come to an end.

People in the forest heard the movement and rushed towards this side. There was no way ahead, and there was no possibility of breaking through.

He moved his mouth, thought something through, raised his eyes, and said with a voice of only two people.

"I have food. I can't finish the dry food distributed before. I hide all of it. If you let me go, I can tell you where it is."

The man was triumphant: "Now you will beg for mercy? It's too late, you can't help but tell me later, we all know!"

The child's face was smeared with blood, his cheeks were swollen, and his whole body was bloody and wet, except for his eyes, which were still as before.

"If everyone knows, isn't your work in vain? There are too many monks and too little meat, so how much will you get in the end?"

The man's heart moved, and he thought that anyway, he should deal with it on the surface and agree to it, and then just silence it after the words are set out. This kind of young boy is still too stupid.

"What? Where is it hidden? Tell me louder!"

The wind and snow were blowing, and the man couldn't hear clearly, so he had to bend down to listen carefully. Suddenly, the child grabbed the man's arm instead, and with a sudden force on his feet, he jumped up.

The man didn't expect that the kid still had the strength to resist, and the exclamation in his ear made him realize the boy's intentions belatedly——

There is no road ahead, but there is behind.

There is a cliff of hundreds of feet, and there is the unknown of life and death.

In the blink of an eye, one large and one small disappeared into the mist.

The stars are above, and the rocks below the cliff are jagged, like fangs, which can chew everything that falls.

Yu Yan's gaze seemed to fall into the abyss with the figure falling.

According to records, there was a volcanic eruption in Tianshan more than 500 years ago. The terrible disaster lasted for several days and nights. Large and small high-temperature hot pools.

But no one thought that under the desperate situation of being called a bad place, there would be an overseas paradise.

The Witch King's lineage has lived in seclusion here all year round. They saved Shang Yingqiu at the same time.

It's just that people who enter here have no way out, and if they want to go out, they must pass through 36 checkpoints set by the patriarch himself.

Shang Yingqiu came to Tianshan and walked for three months, but it took a full ten years to come back.

This is No. 13 years since Muchun left.

Mr. Gu said that this was a friend he fantasized about in a difficult situation, not real, but he didn't believe it.

Buzhou Palace was still the same as before leaving, he came to the end of this long corridor paved with bright jade and gold bricks, and put his palm on the stone gate.

The prayer beads on his wrist swayed.

After 13 years, no matter how carefully you wear it, the red string is still weathered.

"Muchun." He silently said the name.

He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but now, he starts to pray to heaven, praying to see Mu Chun again.

Either side is good, no regrets in life.

There was a deafening roar as the stone gate rubbed against the ground, and the gravel fell down from the top of the cave. The doors on both sides of the stone gate were roughly opened, and the resplendent and resplendent inner room could be seen at a glance.

And in the secret room, there is no devil.

But there is late spring.

There is his spring, his future.

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