[full-time master] immortal

He walks in the snow.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in this desolate snow mountain.He was alone, the exquisite snow fell all over his body, he shook off the snow covered sword, and suddenly felt a kind of extreme loneliness in this vast world.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Feihong flashed past in the sky, casting a small shadow over his head.

He saw a wisp of smoke.

This rare trace made the young knight rejoice.He stepped forward quickly and stopped at the cave entrance.Perhaps the man in the cave heard his footsteps, extinguished the fire, and concealed his breath.

"Su Muqiu from the Lower Qiantang is a disciple of the Wuhen Sword Sect. He has lost his way in this mountain for many days. Seeing that there are still people living here, he dared to come here to offend him." He announced his family name and spoke humbly.Xu Shi was moved by his words, the people in the cave made a movement of Xicuo, and a pair of hands stuck out from the cave.He noticed that it was a pair of extremely slender and delicate hands.

"Come in." The owner of those hands said, his voice was clear and young.

He patted the snow particles off his body, and walked into the cave with a cold air.The man in the cave was an unkempt man with long hair and beard, ragged clothes, and his age was unclear.Although the man looked sloppy, the cave was well-organized and there were many pottery on display. It could be seen that the people in the cave had lived here for a long time.The man turned around and crawled towards the fire with difficulty—yes, crawling.Su Muqiu noticed that the man's legs were useless, and he could only crawl with his hands.Seeing this, he hurried forward to help the man in the cave rekindle the fire.

The burning flames dispelled the chill from his body.At this time, he chatted with the man in the cave.

"Thank you, brother, for taking me in. Dare I ask your name, brother?"

"Miangui, your surname is Mu." The man in the cave picked up a twig and wrote the word "Mu" on the ground. This is not a common surname. "I'm a vulgar person, so I don't need these silly etiquette. See how much older I am than you, just call me Brother Mu." The man raised his eyes, looked Su Muqiu up and down, "Brother Su, seeing how young you are, the sword in your hand seems to have a strong background."

Brother Mu's words made Su Muqiu blush.He lowered his head to look at his saber, it was an excellent sword, under the reflection of the fire, there was a slight blue radiance.He nodded slightly: "Indeed. This is the treasured sword of the Wuhen faction, and it is the heirloom sword of the Gu family in Huating."

"Your surname is Su, and you are not from the Gu family. How did this sword fall into your hands?"

"I'm ashamed to say that Ding Zuobo, a member of the Gu family, has passed down the incense for the generation of the family teacher. The family teacher is kind, and when he traveled to Qiantang, he adopted three children and raised them carefully. The younger brother is one of them. Now, The person at the helm of the sect is my junior sister." Su Muqiu lowered his head and stared at the fine lines on the Wuhen sword, "I have been traveling far away, and the sect leader was worried, so he borrowed this sword from me for self-defense."

Although Su Muqiu said so many things, it seems that he can justify himself, but in fact his memory is vague and indistinct.When he fell into this vast snowfield, everything in the past seemed to be erased lightly by a pair of invisible hands.He tried his best to recall, but all he could think of was faint and faint, like a distant mountain in the fog.

He remembered his name, Qiantang and Huating, the sword of no hatred, his sister, and a woman.Her name and face have been hidden in the mist, but Su Muqiu still has her sword and jade pendant on her body, and she still knows that she owes her a lifetime of tears.

On this windy and snowy road, he picked up everything he remembered and weaved such a picture of life.

When Brother Mu heard the words, his eyes froze: "Is it the junior sister, the master, or the sweetheart?"

Su Muqiu blushed, lowered her head in a panic, and touched the tasseled jade pendant tied around her waist.

"Yes, both. I promise her... to return safely."

Brother Mu nodded, then raised his eyes and looked out of the cave with some sense of loss.There is still glistening snow in the leaden gray sky, blocking the dusty return.

"I also have a sick wife and children in my family, but now I am trapped here, and the old man will die forever." Brother Mu sighed and shook his head.Su Muqiu's eyes fell on his pair of broken legs, showing some pity.This bit of compassion did not escape Big Brother Mu's eyes, "Brother Su, do you want to ask me about my broken legs? I'm not afraid to tell you that I was hit by a thunderstorm when I entered the mountain, and I became like this." Stretching out his hand, he pointed at the pottery displayed in the cave with his clear fingers: "I was originally a craftsman, relying on my craft to make a living, but who knew that a catastrophe would strike me and let me end up in this field."

He remembered more things than Su Muqiu.He remembered that before coming to this snow-capped mountain, an old man with a fairy wind and a crane bone told him that there might be a glimmer of life there if he walked northeast.So, many times, he wanted to find a way out with a pair of broken legs. He gave up all his self-esteem, crawled out of the cave like a bird and a beast, and traveled thousands of miles in the ice, died several times, and woke up several times. Turn around, but always return to the original point.

This piece of green hills covered by wild snow turned out to be a place of solitude that would never be born or die.

"For many years...you are the first person I met."

When Su Muqiu heard the words, he fell silent.The rising fire crackled between the two of them.He stretched out his hand to warm the fire, but somehow felt the chill rising from his heart.

"She's still waiting for me...they're all still waiting for me to go back."

Brother Mu chuckled, and fiddled with the firewood with the branch in his hand: "Brother Su, I was supposed to have a daughter." With a click, Brother Mu threw the branch into the fire, and the orange-red flame immediately Jumping and swallowing the slender branch, "She should be as big as you."

Su Muqiu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but thousands of words turned into silence.

Brother Mu in front of him, although his unkempt face does not reveal his age, his voice is youthful.But Su Muqiu also quickly realized that in this illusory land, a thousand years and a thousand years are but a fleeting moment, so why would he bother to care about such a tenth of an age.

"I named her before," Brother Mu said, "Unfortunately, maybe I couldn't use it." He lost the branch, so he wrote a name on the ground with his finger.Su Muqiu took a look, and it really wasn't the girl's name—as for why he knew it, he couldn't say it himself, he just knew it vaguely, no.

"Brother Mu, let's find a way to go out together." Su Muqiu stood up, looked at the bright snow outside the cave, and the leaden sky above the snow, "I'll carry you on my back, we'll go northeast. "

"Brother Su, I don't dare to delay you." Brother Mu shook his head gently. direction, let’s go quickly, don’t waste time.”

"Brother Mu, if I leave, what will you do? I can't leave you alone." Su Muqiu said eagerly.Although he had just met this brother Mu in front of him for the first time, he somehow felt that he hit it off very well, and he was unwilling to leave this man with crippled legs, which was not in line with his morals.

Brother Mu raised his eyes, and sized up Su Muqiu again, his eyes were covered with a layer of bright light.He laughed ho ho.

"Brother Su, you and I met today by fate. It also taught me to believe that God is also a kind and righteous person. In the past few decades, I have always cared about you. Today, it is finally Tiansui Please, let me meet you. You are indeed as I imagined, a good man who is merciful, righteous and upright."

Su Muqiu was puzzled when he heard his words, but soon, the frozen memory was broken like melting snow on the top of a mountain, slowly flowing and spreading.Brother Mu in front of him brushed aside his long unkempt hair, and looked at him with amber pupils.In the blink of an eye, Su Muqiu seemed to see himself in front of a bronze mirror of time.

Finally, the snow melted and the green hills became green again.He seemed to be vaguely in a certain gap, remembering who the person in front of him was...

"Cook on the fire again, warm your body, and eat something to cushion your stomach." Brother Mu said softly, "Then, go, Mu Qiu. Go back to the world."

Flames danced soundlessly between them.

"So, what about you?" Su Muqiu stood up, and the hilt of the sword at his waist collided with the jade pendant, making a clang, "You are still here...will you always be here?" Years of grievances. "They all say that you... have lost your soul."

"Of course I'm here, I've always been here." Brother Mu smiled. "In this Saha world, all dharmas are empty, and cause and effect—" Stretch out your finger, and write two words next to the daughter's name.

Immortal.

Su Muqiu opened his eyes for a long while, and suddenly there was infinite softness and reluctance in his heart.

"Can I see you again?" Su Muqiu asked, "In the world."

"God's will is unpredictable, and the heart will never change." It's like a prophecy with a long meaning.Brother Mu looked up at him, and finally asked, "Can you tell me, my daughter, what was her last name?"

Su Muqiu nodded slightly.He lowered his head, imitating Brother Mu, and wrote down the girl's name with one stroke of his finger on the ground.

"Su Mucheng." Brother Mu pursed his lips and smiled, as if he had finally reconciled with this ruthless and loving God, "Good name. It's like her name."

Su Muqiu bid farewell to Brother Mu.He faced the wind and snow and continued on his way.Although the future is still uncertain, his heart is unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful.In this vast and illusory realm, he seemed to have lost nothing.The man in the cave polished the candle and pointed out the long way forward for him.Go northeast, there is a glimmer of life there.

He seemed to see that at the end of this thousands of miles of ice, the snow finally stopped and the sky cleared up.He stood on the peak, with clouds spreading under his feet, and a red sun swayed and rose.Then, he saw her in a crimson and bright color, she was as beautiful as flowers, as warm as Ying, as bright and pure as a goddess possessed by grass.He remembered her name, he remembered her face, he remembered the tears he owed her all his life.So he took a step towards her.In the watery sky, there was a quiet and peaceful snow again, and the compassionate sky finally showed mercy, and shed fine and crystal tears.

He seemed to hear that the Wuhen long sword on his waist collided with the tasseled jade pendant lightly, and there was a clang.He stopped in the flying snow and met her eyes.Her eyes were burning, like stars that could not be hidden in the cold night of ice and snow.

I send to the world, the long sword is covered with snow.

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The author has something to say: *Jade pendant with tassels: In ancient times, an unmarried woman could adorn the jade pendant of her favorite person with tassels to express her heart.

Surprise!Sudden early update!

The arrival of spring in March does deserve some surprises. "Immortal" Chapter 1 was published on Tuesday, so let her end on Tuesday, which can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

In fact, strictly speaking, the whole story has actually ended in the previous chapter, and this chapter is more like an epilogue.

Su Muqiu met his father in the illusory world. It turned out that there was a silent snow field besides the human world and the ghost world. His father never lost his soul.This ending also counts as a kickback to the title of the article: Immortality.

The previous articles were all presented from the perspective of Xiaoqing No.1, but in the writing style and imagery at the end, I tried to move closer to the traditional gentleness and honesty.

I decided very early on that the text would end with an open ending, just like "Border Town": Will he come back?He may never come back, maybe he will come back tomorrow.Leave everything blank.

However, these months of writing have finally given me some intimacy and reluctance to the characters, and I am not willing to let their stories end silently like this.

So, originally this article was only intended to be a side story that complements Shange’s perspective, but now I have increased it to five: Shange, two, Ye Shen, one, Mucheng, and one Xiaoqing.The two of Brother Umbrella are mainly to complement the perspective of the male protagonist. Readers who like OpenEnding or NormalEnding and want to have some white space aesthetics can just read the main text and Brother Umbrella's extras!Friends who want to see the out-and-out HE can try the three (?)

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