"Students" Conspiracy

The sunlight blurred a tranquil snowy light, warm and cold at the same time, tilting from the shadows of the branches and trees into the setting sun and sunset.

It was almost evening, and all the lessons that should be taught have been taught, Jing Che learned it decently, but Baili Fengjian finally frowned, and asked, "Ah Che, what's wrong with you today?"

Jing Che pretended to be confused: "What?"

Looking up and down Jing Che, Baili Fengjian was pulling his lips to speak, guessing what kind of sarcasm he was saying, but was interrupted by a voice from afar——

"Juggernaut!"

A white-clothed disciple came down with his sword, bowed his hands first, and then hurriedly handed over a brocade.

Baili Fengjian shook his head to look at it, and before Jing Che's curious eyes glanced over, he tucked it into his sleeves, still calmly saying, "I see."

The disciple didn't expect the Juggernaut to have such a neutral reaction, he raised his head in a daze, his anxiety froze on his face, but he couldn't say anything more, so he bowed his hands and retreated.

Baili Fengjian withdrew his sword, shaking his whole body in snow, and said, "Let's practice again tomorrow."

After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back, and finally turned his head and pulled his lips, and made a conclusion, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Ah Che, learn slowly, it's not like you to be so impatient."

His patience has never been much, and lately he has been more absent-minded.Just now he taught me to be rigid, but now he lost his patience.Jing Che was a little disappointed, but with a proud and disdainful expression, he squeezed away his leisurely steps, and walked back to the room before him.

In the middle of the night, the goose feather snow began to boil at some point, and the sky was intermittently black, with different shades of ink.

The carved door squeaked through a crack, Jing Che wrapped his cloak tightly, and tiptoed out cautiously.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the snow on the hair melted and flowed into the vest along the neck. It was icy cold and hot.

The celestial stick she held in her arms was covered with a thin layer of clear light, illuminating an inch of the road ahead, but there was still endless darkness winding past.After touching the back mountain all the way, he took off his cloak and put it on the railing of the pavilion, and breathed into the palm of his hand.

She didn't want him to know, so she just figured it out by herself and practiced hard.

Following his smooth and flowing swordsmanship in memory, he learned every move and style with nose and eyes. The dense sword light is all over the ground, beautiful but less sharp.

After repeated practice several times, a thin layer of sweat broke out from the cold body, and the last stroke missed, and Daigo came out of his hand and staggered into the snow.

Slightly annoyed, he scratched his hair, leaned over to pick up Daigo, but his feet fluttered, and he fell headlong into the snow.

His head was really heavy, as if he had suffered from the wind and cold, and he was also sleepy. He really wanted to lie on his stomach in the cold snow and didn't want to get up.

After a while, he struggled to get up, put the cloak on his arms, and didn't feel cold in the messy wind and snow all the way, his body felt as if he was burning.She staggered to the apothecary pharmacy, randomly grabbed a few pills from memory, and swallowed them whole.

Going back in the dark with sleepy eyes open, feeling that it was almost this room, Jing Che casually pushed the door open and entered the room.Too lazy to light candles and candles, all I can do is go back to bed and wrap myself in the quilt.

Suddenly heard a low murmur, very indistinct, like a vague sigh, like calling someone's name: "Axi..."

Being in the dark was like an auditory hallucination, and there seemed to be a smell of alcohol in the room. Jing Che paused and opened his eyes, but there was no movement again.

She didn't pay attention, and wanted to go straight in, but was picked up by the back of the collar unceremoniously, and a sullen voice said: "Who?"

The sleeve wind rubbed a ball of flame and swung it out, hitting the candle wick.With a slight thunderclap, the room was torn into a bright light.

"Master?"

She was taken aback, and her mind became clear now.Looking around in surprise, he realized that he had gone to the wrong room.This place should be a room that is locked on weekdays, but my own residence is still in the back row, and I was groggy at night, so I missed a corridor and came here by accident.

It's just Master...how could he be here?He's drinking again?

Before she could ask, he frowned first, with the shattered candlelight in his eyes revealing an elusive depth, he pulled his lips viciously and said, "What are you doing here?"

The flash of ferocity in his tone was accurately captured by her.

Jing Che subconsciously took a step away, only to feel that the master at this moment was like a lion guarding the position, his whole body was languid and peeled off, revealing his undisguised intimidating power.And she was more sensitive to realize that she was treated as an outsider, isolated from his position.

A cold wind blew in from behind, and suddenly the hairs stood on end.Only then did he feel that it was a bit cold to wear only a single shirt, so he wanted to put on the cloak on his hand.But because of the solemn breath, he bit his head and held back the trembling of his body, turned his eyes away to escape his cold eyes, and explained embarrassingly: "Isn't this room usually locked? I walked in the wrong way in the dark, so I accidentally entered of……"

His eyes were like rain flower stones under a deep pool, and there was a hint of coldness in his abrupt smile.Her voice lowered, she closed her mouth consciously, and heard him say without emotion: "Go out."

Jing Che looked at him incredulously, with grievance and anger gradually welling up in his eyes.

It's just that he went to the wrong house, and he has already explained it, so what else does he want?As for being so ruthless?

He didn't look at her at all, turned his back and walked towards the hanging curtain.There seemed to be something dark in the tent, and his eyes seemed to become long and lingering as soon as he looked there.

Jing Che's self-esteem was strongly frustrated, and he was extremely annoyed. He casually copied the copper candlestick on the table and threw it at the back of Baili Fengjian. His voice was filled with anger, "Why are you angry at me for no reason!"

The candlestick was thrown sideways, and with an unrestrained force, it hit the thing behind the curtain.

With a bang, the ceramics shattered to the ground.

It's like a full house, everything is quiet after the sound, the sudden outside wind blows, squeezed into the window crack, it seems to be strong, mixed in the air like an auditory hallucination.

Gululu rolled out a broken head from inside the curtain, lying sideways on the ground, looking very strange.However, if you look closely at the head, it is not hideous. It turned out to be a porcelain statue of a woman, which was completely smashed by her.

Pieces of white porcelain sculptures were caged in the yellowish candlelight, motionless, like crying faces.

It's all broken like this, and it shouldn't be able to be repaired.Jing Che was startled, feeling slightly flustered.

Baili Fengjian stood still for a while, then turned his head, the pain that could not be expressed was hidden in his eyes, which made people feel a little thrilled.

"I—" The girl's panic was half hidden between her eyebrows, her fingers were involuntarily pinched together, revealing a bit of apology.

"Get out."

In the sky outside, the wind and snow are getting tighter, and the countless threads are like a rain of arrows.A layer of window paper reveals the light and shadow of candles, penetrating into a pair of peach-blossom eyes, as if a big drama is kicking off, with various hues and beautiful colors on stage.

"It's just a broken porcelain sculpture! What are you pulling!" She said without showing any weakness, straightened her back, turned around and left.

The door was closed with a "bang", and the bitter wind and rain poured on her body.

When I got back to my room, I rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.When I woke up again, it was already the second day.

His heart was still pressing down on his eyes, which were genuinely sullen, as if he couldn't get away from him.

A bit wronged, a bit ashamed.However, the matter has come to this point, and the words have been put aside, her proud temper does not allow her to give in and apologize first.

Jing Che was so irritable that he hammered the swollen quilt, and after calculating that the date agreed with Gong Lin was tomorrow, he became more and more anxious.

However, the thought of the loser kowtow—the fighting spirit came again in an instant.It hasn't even started yet, so she must not belittle herself and lose momentum first.

No matter what kind of temper he has in Baili Fengjian, she can do it by herself.He hurriedly got up, got up and washed, took the daigo and went to practice sword.When passing by the main hall, I glanced at it, but there was no one there.

At this moment, a cursed piece of paper floated over from the desk and landed in front of her eyes.

"Going down the mountain for a few days."

"What are you doing—" the paper was crumpled and thrown to the side, Jing Che was disappointed and dissatisfied, his words choked in his throat, and finally he only said bitterly, "Is it a man who escaped so fast?"

At this time, the Bailifengjian far away in Yizhao Town sneezed against the cold wind.Brushing his frozen red nose, he walked quickly to the square in the center of the town.

Early in the morning, the snowdrops were still hanging on the eaves, and it was supposed to be a bustling start to a new day's life, but now there was no one on the gravel road.Across the stretches of thatched roofs, the source of the commotion could not be seen in the distance.

Speaking of these years, Baili Fengjian rarely came to Yizhao Town.I don't want to see my clansmen in dire straits, which only adds to my sense of powerlessness.Although the clansman living in the Northland is not without clothes and food, they are still in a difficult situation.But this time he came to Yizhao Town, partly out of compulsion, and partly to cut off everyone's thoughts.

Yesterday evening, Mu Ye sent someone to send a secret letter, and Qiying encouraged tens of thousands of townspeople in Yizhao Town to gather in the square tomorrow and kneel down to pray for the birth of the Sword Master.

It is equivalent to giving him another arrest warrant.He was so entangled in his heart that he entered Yuxi's former room and sat opposite her porcelain sculpture for half the night.And since he was able to make a decision, he was also thanks to Jing Che's sudden intrusion last night.

That was the only voice and smile he left about Yuxi, but she smashed it for no reason.At that moment, he picked up the fragments furiously and sadly, and suddenly accepted it calmly after realizing that they could not be put together.Everything is already irreparable.No matter how sorry, no matter how sorry, it just adds to the useless feelings.

He had an epiphany, knowing that only by smashing it with his own hands can he stop thinking.If he just didn't answer everyone, he would give everyone an expectation, and he couldn't bear the burden.Everyone regards him as a savior, but he understands that he is not.It wasn't before, and it's even less likely to be now.

There is no God in the world, and compassion is just vain.Everyone who is alive today bears the lives of countless people on his body. To squander them easily is to be ashamed of protecting the predecessors to death.This Yizhao town was saved by Jiahuang Mountain with the lives of a generation, and they must not take the risk of letting the tribe die.Even if you live forever in the miserable north, it is better than dying in humiliation under the knives of dogs and thieves in Lincang.

So in the early morning he went down the mountain.

I have already walked to the square, and I can see that it is full of people.The snow and dust accumulated most of the night on the ground, and there were puddles of dirty ice water step by step.

Someone shouted, "The Sword Master is here!" Everyone turned their heads in unison.

"Sword Master!" A man with a happy face walked down the stone steps, breaking through the crowd and hurried over.

In the crowd of people, he could see clearly that it was Qiying.

He walked in front of him, cupped his fists and knelt down: "I implore the sword sage to come down the mountain and lead the clansmen to fight side by side with the rehabilitator."

"I implore the Sword Master to come down the mountain!"

"I implore the Sword Master to come down the mountain!"

Wave after wave of sound, the black crowd knelt down towards him layer upon layer.

Baili Fengjian's eyes swept over the ignorant children, the young woman holding a baby, the big man with a firm face, and the old man with a stooped waist. Their piety was in the bottom of their hearts.

He silently looked into the distance.The undulating eaves are still like a pair of huge wings, and there are countless long and deep lanes under the wings, and countless undisclosed day and night.