"Students" Conspiracy

Snow stopped.

The wind stops between the flower stalks, and there is a thin layer of snow.Looking at it, green, white, gray and verdant are intertwined, and the rising sun in the sky spreads bright red.The mountain behind Yunqin Peak is peaceful.

The light penetrated under the eyelids, and the consciousness gradually became clear, and the stamina of the hangover slowly came up.His head was about to burst, and he opened his eyes unsteadily in the wind for a long time.

It's been a long time since I've been so drunk...and it's been a long time since I've been so sad like last night.Mu Ye, a disciple of Nanqiong who was stationed in Yizhao Township during the day, sent someone to send a secret letter: "Recovery Seven Shadows came to the town the day before yesterday to encourage everyone to invite the sword master to be born. This is a big matter, and I dare not act rashly." To draw a conclusion, I can only ask the Juggernaut to explain it himself."

A few sentences, the words are heavy.The ground is clear, and the heart is at a loss.

He has always been conceited, free to come and go, not afraid of the sky and the earth, but the most worrying thing is this kind of situation.

If you avoid the world, you are afraid of disappointing the world, and when you are born, you are afraid of disappointing future generations.In a dilemma, he simply got drunk to relieve his worries, opened most of the tank of wine sealed in the mud cellar at the back mountain, and forgot to restrain himself after drinking it.Forget the troubled times, forget the world, forget that there are still heavy clansmen pressing on the sword.

I only remember Ah Che's vivid face flashing in front of my eyes after nightfall, my soft and waxy voice lingering in my ears, and my soft hair tugging at my fingertips, but after waking up, I felt desolate and difficult, and the problem remained.

His worries were all in the bottom of his heart, but there was still nothing unusual on his face.He raised his arms and was about to stand up, when something slipped down his legs.

Only then did he realize that something was still covered, and looking down, it was a blanket, which hadn't been fully unfolded, crumpled up and thrown on him—the perpetrator's impatience was fully exposed , you can tell who made it at a glance.

Feeling helpless, he couldn't help but pull his lips into a smile, inexplicably in a good mood.Shaking off the snow and dust all over her body, she stood up with her long legs slightly bent, with the blanket hanging on her arms.Baili Fengjian gathered his robe and was about to leave with his hands behind his back when he saw Jing Che sitting sideways in the pavilion not far away, holding a roll of thick bamboo slips in his hand.

She took his blue cloak and draped it casually on her body, leaning cross-legged against the pillar of the pavilion, with a serious look, meticulously scanning the words on the thick bamboo slips line by line in the faint light of the morning sun.Three thousand blue silks hang down to her waist, and the small face is not stained with rouge at all, but it is natural, exquisite and translucent, no matter how heavy makeup is applied by others, it will not be able to imitate it.

The longer the apprentice is, the more beautiful he is. As a master, he has mixed joys and sorrows.Needless to say, not everyone can have a good skin for joy; for worry, he can't figure out why, and he has never delved into it, only occasionally feeling uncontrollable in his heart.This beauty is too seductive, as proud as her, it is difficult for him to control it with one hand.

When Xu Shi heard the movement, Jing Che raised his face to look over. He was still in a peaceful posture just now, but now the girl's vividness appeared on his face.With half-closed peach blossom eyes, crimson lips and bright teeth, her smile is like a hundred flowers blooming, and her tone is half mocking: "Master, did you sleep well?"

The ending was long, and her soft voice, which hadn't grown up much, made people's bones crisp.

"It's comfortable, but it's a little cold." With long legs, he staggered up the steps.

Sitting in front of her, he took out the bamboo slips in her hand and looked at them without saying hello.It turned out to be Jiuhensha's heart formula, and then remembered that she seemed to say that she wanted to learn swords last night.

This is really unprecedented, what stimulated the little apprentice to suddenly become so eager to learn?In the past, she taught more than one style and didn't learn it. If she learned too much, she couldn't remember it.However, he didn't urge her to become a talent, instead, he sometimes admired his apprentice.On weekdays, she is half-tempered, quick-witted and vigorous, but when it comes to martial arts training, she is extremely patient, demanding perfection in every move and every move.

"Take it back." She glanced at him and snatched back the bamboo slip.

It's always a situation where the master and the apprentice hate each other.

"Have you memorized it all?" Baili Fengjian smiled lazily, with his usual indifferent appearance.

"Well, I learned it by heart a month ago, and now I'm reviewing it again."

Facing the cold wind, he yawned in the wind, touched the stubble with his thumb at the end, and stood up again: "Then you will see for a while, master go to sleep and go back to the cage."

"You—" thought he was going to teach her Yihensha, and was about to warm up and start practicing swords, but unexpectedly, his thoughts went to waste, and he inevitably grinned at Baili Fengjian.

He turned his head and smiled, and walked away, looking a little cold and deserted from his back, as if he had changed his face in an instant.

Jing Che took a deep breath, and stretched his brows and eyes back.Anyway, Master has this temperament horizontally and vertically, and I get used to it after seeing a lot.He unfolded the bamboo slips with a clatter, found the place where they had just been broken, and continued browsing.

This seriousness is naturally for the three-day period to go to Gong Lin, not to mention how humiliating it is to kneel and kowtow. Blown cowhide.

In the center of the pavilion, a pot of tea was slowly brewed in a small green cauldron, and the smoke curled slightly, and the thick eyelashes cast long and slender shadows on the white face.Unknowingly, Jing Che finished flipping through the entire volume of formulas, his eyes felt sore, he raised his face and looked at half of the sky through the Hexagonal Linglong Pavilion. The sun was on his head, and it was already noon.

The sun is not rushing or slowing down, and the snow is so still that it looks even colder.

She carefully put away the bamboo slips, and laughed at her frozen hands.I don't know if the master's return to the cage has awakened, but she couldn't wait to learn the sword, so she got up to look for him.

I went to the front hall first, and the moment I opened the door of the hall, the cold wind swept in. The empty hall was empty and no one was inside. .

Picking up the scattered papers and flipping through them casually, they were all just clean white papers, with half a trace of ink unstained.This paper seems to be cursed, water and fire are impenetrable, and it is used for sending messages. The contents inside must be confidential, and only specific people can see it.

I always feel that Master is not normal recently, and I don't know what disturbed his old man's unruly heart.

If he wasn't in the front hall, then he was in the room. Jing Che was turning around when the door of the hall opened and closed. When he saw him stepping into the hall, he couldn't see his expression clearly against the light. He just heard his tone casually: "Ache, here we come."

Putting the paper in her hand back on the table, she turned around and nodded, with a rare tranquility on her face for a moment.

His eyes fell on the desk through her body, and a corner of the stack of white paper slightly moved.He knew she saw it, and didn't explain much.He intentionally hid her under his wings and didn't want her to get involved in these things, not only because of the three shocking **** seals in her hand, but also out of a protective mentality.

Thousands of clues flashed through my heart, the corners of my lips were already pulled up, and I said in the least serious way: "Just now I went to the Zangbao Pavilion to pick out a weapon for you, since you want to learn Jiuhensha, you can't keep using it Rotten copper."

Broken metal?Jing Che's complexion turned dark for a moment.The sword she is using now is also fought for her by Yexiu himself. Although it lacks power, it is with a heart.If he said anything casually, he would be demoted to nothing...

Forget it, anyway, she also knows her master, looking at the whole person's slovenly and indifferent attitude, in fact, he is very picky.

"Although Jiuhensha is a sword technique, it doesn't have to be used with a sword. Master picked out a fairy stick for you, named 'Daigo'."

"When Pangu did not divide the world, there was a strange tree in the chaos. It took millions of years to grow, it took millions of years to bloom, it took millions of years to bear fruit, and when the fruit fell, it turned into a gourd. interest."

Jing Che took Daigo.The whole body of the fairy stick is blue, with a translucent white shark bead embedded in the top center, shrouded in faint fairy light.

"Is the usage of the sword and the stick the same?"

"There is almost no difference. And the stick is more suitable for you to learn Jiuhensha for the first time, and it will not affect your inheritance of Longyuan White Sword in the future."

"I still want to inherit the Longyuan White Sword?" When these words hit his ears, Jing Che instantly felt that the mission was sacred, and he was inexplicably nervous, "When is it?"

"Naturally after my death." He said calmly.

Jing Che raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were imprinted with his expression of not taking anything seriously, and suddenly there was a void of fear in his heart.

The fate of life and death has always been determined by the sky, but she never seems to have thought about this issue. Her master who is as powerful as a god will die one day, and she will inherit everything from him.

"Don't worry, it's estimated that it will be 80 or [-] years—" He saw her sudden seriousness, thought it was his words that frightened her, and joked nonchalantly, "Come over to the back mountain to practice swords. snow."

Jing Che followed behind him in a rare obedience, his mind suddenly lost, and he seemed to be still immersed in the dilemma of life and death.

Started to teach Jiuhensha, the essence of Juggernaut Sect is here, Baili Fengjian also took on a rare seriousness, every move in the sword and outside the sword is a serious move.

Jing Che has a solid foundation and high talent, but for some reason, he is a bit out of shape today.

Baili Fengjian was dissatisfied, so he put away his sword and stood beside her, holding her wrist holding the stick with his slender fingers, helping her to level it up, and said: "Qi runs through the whole body and converges between the stick, if there is a blockage, it will Stiff."

"The only way to breathe freely is to relax, Ah Che, the wrist should not be too tight, you need to use the strength of your arm to drive the stick."

After a short distance, he wrapped his arms around her and adjusted her posture with his fingers still on her wrist.The slightly callused fingertips rub against the skin on the wrist through the thin fluff of the cuff.His hands seemed to cover the sky with a characteristic heat, while her hands were frozen and stiff in the cold wind.

One cold and one hot, the master's heat hits from behind again, piercing the skin, and the fine hairs are solemn.

Unnaturally, Jing Che's eyes fluttered, and Jing Che wanted to relax his wrists, but when his knuckles lost strength, the fairy stick came out of his hand, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

She froze on the spot for a moment and didn't move. Baili Fengjian looked down and saw her awkward expression, and it was clear at a glance that Ah Che was so proud, he was always strict with himself, and he would not allow himself to fail.

He leaned over to help her pick up the daigo, put it in her hand, raised his eyebrows, and broke the stiff atmosphere with a teasing smile: "Why, didn't you have enough for breakfast?"

When Jing Che was asked by him, he came back to his senses, his embarrassment was a little less, and he said anxiously and annoyed: "You are not full! Come on!"

[Note: Daigo's description is quoted from Fantasy Westward Journey. 】