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When Yan Lian received the news from his disciples, he was reading in his room.

"The master of Fuxue Temple has passed away."

"Oh, I see."

The white-haired young man didn't raise his head, he just answered a sentence, and the disciple retreated knowingly.

"Hey, tell me, our sect master has never been able to get along with the master of Fuxue Temple. Now that the master of Fuxue Temple has passed away, why doesn't he even smile?"

"What do you know, no matter what, you still have to maintain the image of the sect master, maybe you are having fun secretly right now."

"that's true."

Yan Lian in the room closed the book in his hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, it was winter, and it was snowing heavily outside the window.

In the past, I hated Xiao Bieye to the core, but now that he is dead, it is not just in line with my wishes.

But Yan Lian was not happy at all.

"People always say that many old people can't survive the winter. I think you are too old, master."

Yan Lian felt a little tired, he leaned half against the window, through the heavy snow, he seemed to see the scene when he first met Xiao Bieye that year.

It was the coldest winter in Yuanhui.

Yan Lian didn't know how long he had been walking, and he still couldn't see the end of Bai Xue. He walked forward step by step with difficulty, only feeling that his body was getting colder and colder.

But the will to survive insisted on him, not wanting to let himself fall.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally saw a Taoist temple in the heavy snow. Yan Lian used his last strength to half-walk and half-crawl to the door of the Taoist temple. His eyes darkened and he fell down.

"Why did someone pass out at the door of our Taoist temple?"

"Go and report to the Lord!"

"It's still a white-haired one, so rare..."

When Yan Lian woke up again, she felt very warm all over her body, and everything in front of her was so strange.

"You're awake." A gentle and deep male voice came, Yan Lian hurriedly sat up and looked towards the source of the voice.

Yan Lian searched all the words in his mind, and he could only use one idiom to describe that person, "Xia Ming Yu Ying".

I have grown up so much, and I have never seen such a person. Although he is wearing an ordinary Taoist robe without decorations, but on this person, I only feel that even the clothes are stained with glory.

People always say that people depend on clothes, but in this case, Yan Lian only thinks that clothes depend on clothes.

The man brought over a bowl of hot porridge, took a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Yan Lian's mouth.

Yan Lian hesitated, no one had ever treated him so intimately.

"Don't you like porridge?"

"no!"

Fearing that the man would get angry, Yan Lian swallowed the porridge in one gulp, and choked before he could prevent it.

"Drink slowly, don't worry, if you don't have enough, there will be more."

"Ah."

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Yan Lian felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach.

The man put the bowl on the table, turned around, and sat on the couch: "What's your name?"

Yan Lian was a little timid: "Yan Lian."

"I am the master of Fuxue Temple, Xiao Bieye. How could you collapse in front of Fuxue Temple on such a cold day?"

"I... I escaped."

"Escape?" Xiao Bieye actually saw Yan Lian's white hair, and guessed half of it, "Have you been bullied?"

"Well, they say, I'm a monster."

Because he was born with white hair and was abandoned by his parents, from childhood to adulthood, he has suffered countless doubts, disgust, frightened eyes and discussions.

For more than ten years, I have nothing else to ask but to survive.

until that day.

"Yo, I didn't expect you, a dead monster, to be good-looking." The gangster in the village grabbed Yan Lian's hair and teased him viciously.

This man is the son of a village official, and he has done a lot of evil things on weekdays. What's more, this time he is bullying Yan Lian, a "monster" that everyone wants to stay away from. No one will take care of him.

"Go away!" Yan Lian pushed him hard, but how could Yan Lian, who was thinner than other peers since she was a child, have such great strength.

The little gangster pinched Yan Lian's chin: "Yo, if you still know how to say no, then I will satisfy you!"

As he said that, he was about to pick off Yan Lian's pants.

Frightened, Yan Lian exhausted all his strength and kicked the opponent's lower body fiercely. The man screamed and rolled around on the ground, Yan Lian took the opportunity to run out.

In the heavy snow, Yan Lian was walking aimlessly. The clothes on his body were already thin, which could not keep out the cold at all, and only served as a cover.

But Yan Lian knew that he couldn't die, he wanted to live.

"How could you be a monster?" Xiao Bieye put his hand on Yan Lian's head lightly, and gently raised a strand of his white hair, "You are rare."

"Rare and rare?" It was the first time Yan Lian heard someone praise him like that.

"Look, people in this world are all black-haired, even me, but you are different, you are white-haired, one in a million, isn't it rare?"

"I……"

"Yan Lian, you don't have to belittle yourself because of other people's bad words. People are born different, and most of these different people eventually become the favored ones of heaven. If you are willing, or stay in Fuxue Temple, I will personally teach you you?"

"Me?" Although Yan Lian was pleasantly surprised, she was still hesitant and afraid, "Can I do the same?"

"Why can't you? I think you are a piece of jade in the rough, but you need to be polished. If you want to, you can stay. If you don't want to, I won't force others. When you want to leave, I will prepare enough money for you. , you can also go where you want to go.”

"I want to stay!"

Yan Lian didn't know whether this decision was the most correct or the most wrong one she had ever made.

But at least at that moment, he never thought of regretting it.

"Remember, you swing your sword with the strength of your wrist, not your hands alone." Xiao Bieye walked over and corrected the positive gesture for Yan.

"This talisman is wrongly drawn here, and a little more is drawn below. Although it is only a little difference, the effect will be very different because of it. There must be no mistakes." Xiao Bieye held Yan Lian's hand holding the pen, and taught him to write carefully. Carefully redraw a correct rune.

Yan Lian, who is in his early teens, doesn't know love yet, but has a different kind of affection for Xiao Bieye.

Xiao Bieye also dotes on this apprentice who has been bullied since he was a child, he has to teach everything himself, and he is not stingy in complimenting Yan Lian, saying that he is a master of everything.

If Xiao Bieye hadn't said those words, perhaps the relationship between the two would not have deteriorated.

One day, Yan Lian left Fuxue Temple on the pretext of buying gifts for Xiao Bieye's birthday to go to Heyuan Town.

He did go to Heyuan Town, but before that, he went to another place that was more important to him.

Yan Lian went to the village where he was born, and personally cut off the hands of the gangster who tried to rape him back then.

But when he returned to Fuxue Temple and gave Xiao Bieye the gift he had carefully selected for a long time, the other party didn't appreciate it.

Yan Lian had never seen Xiao Bieye like this.

"Where did you go?"

"Master, what's the matter with you? I went to Heyuan Town. This is the birthday present I bought for you. It took me a long time to choose!"

Xiao Bieye took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Yan Lian, tell me honestly where you went. I personally taught you to raise you for so many years, and I can tell what you are going to do just by looking at you. I don't want you to lie to me."

Yan Lian stubbornly refused to open his mouth, but seeing that Xiao Bieye might be really angry, he finally imitated the tone of his childhood mistakes and acted coquettishly: "Master, that person bullied me when I was young, you know, I just gave him some A small lesson is not a big deal, today is your birthday, so don't be angry."

"You still know that today is my birthday! Yan Lian, I have taught you for so many years, not for revenge. When I let you stay in Fuxue Temple, I thought you were a kind-hearted child, but now you use this It hurts, and it really disappoints me..."

Yan Lian really couldn't understand how Xiao Bieye lost his temper because of this, and he didn't kill anyone, but just taught that person a little lesson, cutting off his hands would be considered cheap for him.

"Change some other day and come to someone's door to apologize."

"What!?" Yan Lian's eyes widened in disbelief, he never expected Xiao Bieye to say such words.

"Master, you know how that man treated me back then. It is absolutely impossible for me to apologize. When I see him, I wish I could kill him first and then quickly."

"Banquet!"

"Master, you can scold me, punish me, even put me in confinement, but let me apologize, you might as well kill me with one sword!"

Xiao Bieye cherished himself as a little apprentice, and was always doted on. In the past, he occasionally made some small mistakes, and it was over with a few words, so he was willing to punish him.

But this time was different, Xiao Bieye was afraid that if he didn't teach, he would hurt someone once, and kill someone later, with hatred in his heart, thinking of revenge every day, one day, he would be swallowed up by such emotions.

Xiao Bieye made up his mind to discipline this little apprentice this time: "Yan Lian, you go to the backyard to reflect, and come to me after you realize that you have made a mistake."

"Master, do you really want to do this?"

Xiao Bieye looked at him, without the slightest hint of joking in his eyes: "If you don't punish small things, it will lead to big mistakes in the future!"

Yan Lian also put away the obedient expression on his face: "Understood, master."

In his memory, this was the last time Yan Lian called Master Xiao Bieye.

Instead of going to the backyard to reflect, he left Fuxue Temple without hesitation.

Many years later, a sect named Bu Ruo Shan suddenly appeared in the world. It is said that the master of the sect is different from ordinary people, with white hair, who does things from his heart, does not ask cause and effect, and does not say right or wrong.

Xiao Bieye knew that this must have been created by his little apprentice, since Yan Lian left Fuxue Temple that day, he didn't know where he went.Now that I could hear his news, my hanging heart finally let go. Although I was still worried that he would make a big mistake someday, but knowing that everything was safe with him, I didn't ask any more questions.

From the creation of Yanlian to the expansion of Yanlian step by step, Xiao Bieye still couldn't wait for a caring greeting. Although the disciple of Buruoshan and the disciple of Fuxue Temple had a good relationship, the two sects The master and the viewer never touch each other.

Yan Lian felt that his master probably really hated him so much that he didn't see him without asking, and he didn't even send someone to say a word.

"Forget it, I don't care too much." After living for so many years, I have long been accustomed to the malice of others, so Xiao Bieye's dislike is nothing.

Now, Xiao Bieye has finally left, and I will never see him again. I should be at ease, but why can't I feel happy at all.

One year, it snowed heavily in Yuanhui again, and Yan Lian clamored to go out to play, so Xiao Bieye wrapped him in a cotton coat and carried him out.

Xiao Bieye walked slowly in the snow, with Yan Lian in his arms lying on his shoulder, shaking his head curiously looking at the footprints left behind by Xiao Bieye.

"Master, look, there are your footprints on the snow!"

"Master is holding you, so this is not a footprint of one person, it is left by Master and Yan Lian together."

"But after a while, the heavy snow will cover the footprints again, and we have nothing left."

"Yeah, Yan Lian thinks that we are walking on this snow, does it look like a poem, 'Life is like everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on snow mud'."

"What does the master mean?"

"When Yan Lian grows up, he will understand."

Yan Lian stretched out his hand from the house, catching the falling snowflakes: "I don't know what life is like everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on snow mud..."

Perhaps, Xiao Bieye just stayed in his life for a moment by accident.

It's just that this moment is too long, so long that it needs to be remembered and engraved with all the rest of life.