Non-delivery

Another year of winter.

After class, Xie Changming and Chen Yibai walked out of the classroom together.

The sky is gloomy, with dark clouds piling up, and it seems that the first snow is coming.

In this kind of weather, it is too boring to practice alone. It is suitable for sitting around the fire with others, chatting, drinking and talking.

Chen Yibai made an appointment with a few friends to go to Xiangui Pavilion.

They were walking down the mountain, Chen Yibai said: "Cong Yuan is going, Ruan Liuxiayuan is also going, there is something to do and I can't go, why don't you go?"

Xie Changming looked up at the sky and refused, "It's snowing today, I'm going to Lingzhi Garden to take care of the fruit trees."

Chen Yibai shook his head and said, "What is there to take care of the fruit trees? Why are you still in Lingzhi Garden?"

In the two years since I came here, the academy was worried that the students would go nowhere without spirit stones, and forced everyone to do things.But after studying for two years, I still have some cultivation after all, I can take on the missions outside, and I get far more spirit stones than those given in the academy, so it is no longer compulsory.And the vast majority of students have also resigned from those jobs, unless they have a good relationship with real people and become managers.

Like Xie Changming, there are almost no students who have not quit their jobs in three years.

He keeps a piece of fruit trees, and he doesn't sell the fruit when it bears fruit. He only collects some of the fruit, and entrusts others to make candied fruit, which can be stored for a longer period of time.But it won't last long, and it will be thrown away if it breaks.

so repeated.

Chen Yibai was very anxious for him: "We have been here for three and a half years, why don't we make more friends, so that we can travel all over the world with more roads."

Xie Changming remained unmoved: "I won't go."

When he reached the intersection, Chen Yibai was still trying his best to persuade him: "Last time, someone asked you why you didn't participate in the Broken Branch Meeting. You are so powerful, it's a pity not to participate."

Back then, Xie Changming folded the osmanthus twigs in spring, which became famous in the academy.But after that, he became ordinary. Whether he was studying or cultivating, he seemed to be an ordinary person.

Chen Yibai really thought that the emperor was not in a hurry to be in a hurry with the eunuchs, and he always felt that Xie Changming was too silent, which delayed his future future, so he wanted to make friends with him.

Xie Changming was silent.

It's fine if you don't participate, if you really go to Zhezhihui again, it will only make others feel pity.

Another rejection.

The two parted at the intersection, and Xie Changming went to Lingzhi Garden.

It was dim and dark.

Xie Changming walked in, but there was no one else in the garden.

The rules in the academy are not strict, the gentlemen mingle with the students after class and after class, drink together, and even set the exams, forcing many gentlemen to refrain from drinking alcohol during the exam.

At this time, the first snow is approaching, and the whole academy is filled with a happy atmosphere.

No one is normal.

If there are birds, Xie Changming will probably join in the fun.But now there are no birds to raise, and nothing to do, so there is no need to join in the fun.

He walked around the deserted yard and sat on the stone chair under the tree to read a book.

It has been three years since I parted from Shengliuyu's seaside.

For three years, Xie Changming had to go to Xiaochong Mountain whenever he went down the mountain.

Xiaochongshan is like an isolated island, with triple restrictions on the outside and a large formation to protect the mountain. It is difficult for ordinary people to enter, but it is not too difficult for Xie Changming.

He has also been to the place where the little Changming bird lived before.

It was a flat slope between valleys, and a palace was hidden among a large sycamore, surrounded by a clean river.There is an undead tree in front of the window of the room on the far right, which should be the tree Sheng Liuyu mentioned before.

Xie Changming stood on the undead wood, but no one opened the window.

Nor did the lights in the palace ever come on.

Later, Xie Changming used other methods to pry open the mouths of other people, only to realize that it was a god who descended to the world to heal Sheng Liuyu, so the little Changming bird stayed at the altar.

The altar is closed and cannot be entered.

Sheng Liuyu also stayed there for three years.

Xie Changming went to see it, and he must have completed the cultivation base of crossing the catastrophe before he can try to see if he can break the restriction.

But Xie Changming didn't do that.

He knew that Sheng Liuyu didn't come out, and he couldn't see him when he went, so he still went every time he went down the mountain.

When Fang Sheng Liuyu left, he never thought that the bird would stay in a closed cage that even he couldn't open.

A little regret.

But if we go back to the beginning, Xie Changming's choice will not change.

Xie Changming thought about the book for a while, and then glanced at the sky.

It's almost time for appointment.

Xie Changming stood up and walked out of Lingzhi Garden.

This time, she met Ruan Liuxia on the road.

She asked, "Did you go to Mr. Xu's too?"

Xie Changming nodded.

Ruan Liuxia is a very bad-tempered girl, and it is rare for her to be a little sad at this time: "Mr. Xu called Xiao Luo away again, did he really have some serious illness, or fell under a curse?"

Xie Changming knew the inside story, but he couldn't tell her.

The two walked together and knocked on the wooden door.

It was Qing Gu who opened the door.

Mr. Xu was sitting in the inner room, Zhou Xiaoluo seemed to be very afraid of him, and stayed motionless on the chair at the corner.

Seeing Ruan Liuxia coming in, she rushed over immediately.

Ruan Liuxia hugged her, frowned and asked, "Mr. Xu, what's the matter with Xiao Luo?"

Mr. Xu coughed a few times: "It's nothing. It's just a routine inspection."

Ruan Liuxia knew there was an inside story, but she couldn't find out why. She glanced at Mr. Xu, and then stared at Xie Changming seriously.

After a long time, he finally said: "Forget it, if something really important happens, you can't hide it from me."

After speaking, he protected Zhou Xiaoluo and left.

Mr. Xu didn't look up, he said to the outside: "Qinggu, buy me a pot of hot wine."

Qing Gu said: "You still have to drink if you don't cough enough?"

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "So drink hot wine. Otherwise, it would be interesting to drink cold wine in such a cold day."

Qinggu had nothing to do with him, so she opened the door and went out.

Mr. Xu cast a spell, and a bamboo umbrella was attached to Qing Gu's back.

Xie Changming sat across from Mr. Xu, fiddled with the chess pieces lightly, and said casually, "How is Zhou Xiaoluo?"

Mr. Xu has done some research on the matter of the arrival, and he has been paying attention to Zhou Xiaoluo, so he often has to check it carefully.

He said: "As she gets older, her own spirit gradually becomes stronger, while the other hidden spirit gradually disappears. If she can cultivate the hole, she will probably be able to get rid of this failure."

"However, I always feel that this is not the same as the previous person's arrival. Zhou Xiaoluo's cultivation base is too low. Even if the descent is successful, it is only a fusion cultivation base."

Xie Changming remained silent.

In the past few years, Xie Changming acted as a thug, going down the mountain to find out who might have been descended.This matter is mainly for the bird. Once the coming of the real person is related to the abyss, it is also possible for others.At the beginning of this year, he really caught a person who said he was coming, and Xie Changming brought him alive to Mr. Xu.

After some tricks, he finally opened the man's mouth.But before he could really say it, his mind exploded, and he died directly.

Mr. Xu immediately collected the man's soul, and found a small group of souls, which did not belong to this person, but from a foreigner.

But only at the moment of death, that group of souls will appear for a moment like a mayfly, fleeting.

Other than that, unless I admit it, I can't find any reason.

Mr. Xu said a meaningful sentence: "In short, it is hard to do it by manpower. But I have only seen that one person, and I don't know if others are like this."

Having said that, he looked at Xie Changming with reproachful eyes.

Yes.There was also a Daoist Yijian who was indeed descended, but Xie Changming filled the blood sacrifice pool.

There was silence in the room, except for Mr. Xu's continuous coughing.

He has become more and more ill recently, and this winter, he can't even teach books, so he can only recuperate in the house.

Xie Changming glanced at him, and said softly: "You also have Mahayana cultivation, it's time to stop."

Mr. Xu took a sip of tea, suppressed his cough, and smiled: "I haven't practiced any crooked exercises, why stop?"

Xie Changming knows that it is hard to persuade a dead ghost with good words, but it is rare to talk nonsense: "The magic technique is to kill others. The technique you practice is to sacrifice your own life. What's the difference?"

Mr. Xu quibbled: "I didn't harm others, I just practiced my own exercises, which is naturally quite different, so please don't slander me."

After a while, he said: "The Yijian Daoist is only a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he reached the Mahayana after being descended for a few years."

Xie Changming had fought against that person, and he knew very well: "His Mahayana is very empty."

Mr. Xu turned his head to look out of the window, and asked lightly: "But if a young genius who is already extremely talented, will he be vain if he has been cultivated for decades after being descended?"

"Will not."

His face was strangely pale, and he seemed to be suppressing his cough: "When I was a child, I injured a bone, and I was destined not to be able to practice Mahayana. Later, I brought back some, and it would be very difficult if I took the usual route."

Xie Changming didn't look at him or speak, just listened.

They have known each other for more than three years and have cooperated many times. The relationship can be considered familiar, and they can talk a little bit about some things.

Finally, Xie Changming heard him say: "You have someone to look for, and I also have revenge to avenge."

He stopped persuading, put down the chess pieces, stood up, and just said: "You just have to measure."

Xie Changming opened the door and went out, the wind and snow poured into the house, making it a bit colder.

Xu Qianlin unconsciously clenched the bodhi beads on his wrist.

The beads are very cold, but he seems to regard the Bodhi beads as the only heat source for heating.

He looked down at the beads hanging from his wrist.

When he was young, he often had nightmares, and his sleep was easy to wake up, and he often couldn't sleep at night.Someone went to visit the abbot of Dayuan Temple for him, and used three volumes of scriptures to ask for this string of magic tools blessed by the master for decades, so as to calm his mind and refresh his mind.

After that, Xu Qianlin slept peacefully for a long time.

Three volumes of scriptures and a string of bodhi beads, anyone who knows it will say that this deal is not worth it.

But such unworthy things have been done countless times for Xu Qianlin.

Xu Qianlin didn't want to look at the Bodhi Pearl again, and turned his head, through the thin window paper, trying to see the winter snow that fell at an unknown time.

The first snow is powdery white, very finely divided, and falls lightly on the evergreen bamboo leaves, covering a thin layer, and then slowly accumulates. The snow on the tip of the leaves freezes into icicles, and suddenly falls with a crisp sound.

On the same day, the young Xu Qianlin was found by that person and picked up by that person. The person coaxed him and said, "Don't be afraid."

The backyard of the house used to be like spring all year round, and he hid on a peach tree full of flowers. After the formation was destroyed, the cold winter came suddenly, and the peach blossoms turned into ice flowers, covering him.

He was frightened and cried so hard that the man's clothes were soaked with tears.

Hot tears, cold snow, warm embrace.

"I'm afraid," he said.

The man didn't seem to have seen such a scene before, and he was a little flustered. His usually steady hands, holding a sword, patted his back lightly, probably because he didn't know how much strength he needed to use.

Later, those hands also taught him how to hold a sword, how to form formations, and how to cast spells.

Xu Qianlin didn't even know how to use it in the past.What I will learn in the future will be taught by that person.

That person became famous at a young age, and he saved countless people all over the world.But there was only one Xu Qianlin who brought him with him and raised him personally.

Xu Qianlin always remembered what happened a long time ago.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he can think of the thousand-year-old magnolia tree that covers the mountain behind the Crane Gate.

He was picked up by the man and recuperated for a whole winter. In the spring, he was not in good health, so he could only look at the flowers through the window.

The man carried him out, and they sat under the magnolia tree, their bodies covered with fallen magnolia flowers.

Xu Qianlin was very scared and would ask that person, "Will you always take care of me?"

It was like a child's joke, but the man took it seriously and answered it seriously.

He said: "You were rescued by me, of course I want to take care of you. But the world is impermanent, and fate is unpredictable. You can't say always, but only when I was alive."

Xu Qianlin made trouble unreasonably: "You saved so many people, do you have to take care of them one by one?"

On the occasion of the New Year's Eve, more than half of the visitors to the small Crane Gate came to visit and thank him.

The man was not very good at speaking nice words, so he just said: "You are different."

How different, he will not say.

Xu Qianlin felt relieved.

The man kept him.

He was not allowed to go out, he was not allowed to hold a sword, and even the exercises to be practiced were tried by himself.

Xu Qianlin sometimes deliberately doesn't think about him.

But because of the unpredictable fate, he couldn't think about it.

Many things, too many things, there is no way to avoid all memories.

Even when Xu Qianlin saw the notch on the corner of the table, he would think that when the man taught him the formation, he was not serious and scratched on the table with a carving knife.The man didn't blame him, but asked, "Is Ah Lin tired of studying and want to go out to play?"

Clearly Xu Qianlin heard from someone in Fuhemen that when he was young, he only rested for two hours a day, and the rest of the time was either studying or practicing.

These things, Xu Qianlin doesn't want to forget, can't forget.

He just, just occasionally hurts his head, and wants to avoid it and take a break, even if it's just for a moment.

So Xu Qianlin pushed open the window.

The wind and snow hit my face, very cold and icy, blowing away those unrealistic delusions, and taking away those past memories, and finally, even the tears were frozen.

He said in a very soft voice that he could barely hear, "Senior Brother."

my brother.

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