Jiaohua

Chapter 457 There is a master (one more)
The morning wind whipped up the frost and snow on the ground, dancing scatteredly on the top of the mountain.

Xia Zhaoyi dragged his long sleeved shirt and came down the steps of the mountain gate, his steps were very slow.

Feeling something at this time, Xia Zhaoyi stopped in his tracks, looked up, and saw the old man standing on the side of the mountain gate, looking down at him, his eyes were the same as before, like an ancient well with no wind, cold and indifferent.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't go any further, and stopped in place.

Although I have seen it last night and cried while hugging Master, my mind is not as clear as it is now, and the world is not as clear as it is now.

She looked at Master like this, and suddenly felt that the vastness of space and time spanning thousands of years, the mountains and rivers and the distance between life and death, seemed to be condensed into a concrete painting around her.

In the painting, there is a surging sea, beautiful and glamorous, full of turmoil, annexing the wilderness, submerging the peaks and ridges, and swinging through the desolate city.

And Master, he is the lonely moon in the sky, shining vastly on the sea and mountains, lonely and cold, hanging silently in the night sky.

Another gust of wind blew up, and the frost and snow from the heights flew in. Xia Zhaoyi said very lightly, "Master."

"You've become a girl again," said the old man.

Xia Zhaoyi bent his lips and smiled, looked down at his long-sleeved robe, and said, "It's okay, it will grow up."

"Age." The old man said.

Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "I don't know, I was about ten years old when I woke up, and more than half a year has passed, there may be some birthdays among them, so maybe eleven now."

"Age doesn't matter at all," said the old man, "Why don't we count it as twelve?"

"Why twelve?"

"Because I picked up a young apprentice a year ago. If you were twelve, you would still be his senior sister. But this is up to you, the choice is yours."

"Junior Brother?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious, "Is he eleven or twelve years old?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll be twelve," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "I also want to say I'm older, if I'm too young, I'll always be treated like a child."

Saying that, Xia Zhaoyi raised his skirt and walked up to the old man, raised his head and said, "Master is here to wait for me?"

"Well, I heard that you went to find Shen Lie as soon as you woke up," the old man said, "You are not in good health, so don't run around."

"Shen Lie was seriously injured," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the way he came, and said, "When he was in the capital, he was injured all over because of me. Now he came to Longdan Mountain because of my entrustment. If it wasn't for me, He is not sure how comfortable he is now, how could he live and sleep in this barren mountain and wilderness."

"He also suffered a lot of injuries looking for you yesterday. He jumped off such a high mountain." The old man said.

Xia Zhaoyi paused, raised his head and asked, "How tall?"

"Very high," said the old man.

"..."

Xia Zhaoyi pursed his lips, knowing that Master was too lazy to describe it.

"In short, it's a great friendship," said the old man. "It's really rare for such a young man, with a beautiful appearance, great skills, and emphasizing love and righteousness."

"Yes, there are dragons and phoenixes among people." Xia Zhaoyi looked at the snow-capped mountains and said with a sigh.

But it's a pity that there is such an elder brother who is always calculating him.

"By the way, Old Sect Master Pei spoke ill of you." The old man said.

"Huh?" Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze.

"He said you are not allowed to stay in a female university."

"..."

"Let's go, it's windy here," the old man turned around, walked towards the sect, and said, "However, have you thought about how to see your second brother?"

The girl bowed her head and followed, dragging her long gown and sleeves, and said, "Just see with your eyes."

"I'm not afraid of being cold."

"There is a master."

"Last night, I was so sad."

"It's sad to say it now, and I still feel like crying."

"Then cry, I will not laugh at you as a teacher."

"Master wants to laugh, but Master can't make a smiling expression at all."

"...A traitor."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled mischievously, and said: "A great master like you can't teach rebels with his feet, he can only teach good disciples who are equally great."

"Hmph." The old man snorted very lightly.

The old man has never held a girl's hand since he was five years old, and he will not have this habit now.

They walked on the snowy ground, two figures, one big and one small, gradually walked away.

……

……

Xia Zhaoxue didn't sleep all night, and it was only at dawn that he finally fell asleep. After a while, he woke up again, heard voices outside, and opened the door to go out.

Many disciples walked towards the edge of the cliff, but they were chased back by the immortal master and the masters.

When Xia Zhaoxue passed, there were only ten people on the edge of the cliff.

The cliff here is just enough to see the palace below. The carriages are parked outside the palace, and the nobles of the royal family come out to get on the carriages gradually. There is a vast open space across the river in the southeast of the palace.

This is, to go.

Among the crowd as small as ants, the dragon chariot dedicated to the supreme ruler is the most obvious.

From the looks of it, Emperor Xuanyan was already on the dragon chariot.

Xia Zhaoyi stood beside the old man, looking sideways at Xia Zhaoxue.

The expression on the second brother's face didn't change much, he was very peaceful, looking down the mountain lightly.

"Second brother." Xia Zhaoyi called out.

Xia Zhaoxue didn't respond, and after a while, he realized that he was being called to look at the girl.

"Second brother." Xia Zhaoyi still shouted like this, grinning sweetly, his eyes were bright and clear, and the brilliance in his eyes was very much like his beloved sister.

Xia Zhaoxue also bent his lips, and gave a very shallow chuckle.

"Ali," Xia Zhaoxue said, "are you feeling better?"

"much better."

"Yes." Xia Zhaoxue nodded.

I don't know what to say.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't know what to say.

The haggard second brother in the morning light intensified the bitterness and heartache in her heart.

At the same time, the brothers and sisters who have always talked about everything are now silent about each other, which is really uncomfortable.

"Don't worry." The old man's voice rang in his ears.

Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and looked at Master.

The old man was still looking down the mountain, his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear: "I have already sent someone to call your junior brother."

"Junior Brother?" Xia Zhaoyi said softly.

Yes, Master mentioned it first.

"It's just," the old man withdrew his gaze, looked at Xia Zhaoyi, and said, "You still need to untie the knot in your second brother's heart with your own hands."

Xia Zhaoyi was taken aback: "Master knows?"

"I don't know," said the old man, looking back down the mountain, "but I can guess."

That Xia Zhaoxue was still alive was something the old man never thought of.

Two years ago, Xia Zhaoyi died in Beiyuan. Not long after, the old man also went there, wanting to bring back his lover's bones.

However, after he went to Beiyuan, what he greeted was the dust that had been completely burned by the fire.

He didn't come back right away, but stayed in Beiyuan for half a year without asking about worldly affairs.Half a year later, he went for a walk in the remote mountains and cloudy ridges where there was almost no human habitation, and it was another half a year.

Then, I learned that something happened to Dingguo's mansion.

In the catastrophe of genocide, all members of the Xia clan were beheaded on the Shengjing Square, and another three hundred people involved with Dingguo's mansion, including distant relatives and servants, were all exiled to the Hechuan wasteland.

Such a man-made disaster personally designed by the current totalitarian, the old man would not suspect that Xia Zhaoxue's death was fake.

And Xia Zhaoxue is still alive now, and he is living extremely unhappy. The old man knows how much there are right and wrong grievances here.

(End of this chapter)