The cold of spring enveloped Dayuan City, and the people hurriedly turned over the boxes and cabinets and turned out the thick clothes for the winter again.The padded jackets that have been taken off the shelves in the store are selling hot again, and they are often out of stock.Several large carts were parked in front of the clothing store, and the guys kept moving goods below, and the fog generated by sweat was very noticeable in the cold weather.In front of an antique shop not far away, a man looked at these scenes with hot tea and asked, "Have you sent out your winter clothes and charcoal?"
”This person is about thirty years old, with a calm bearing, clear eyes, but some starry sideburns.It was the same Li Gongzi back then.The steward of the antique shop said repeatedly: "If you go back to Gongzi, it's all done." ”Before leaving Ohara Castle with the winter, Jing Jiu left him a box of gold leaves, which he used to open an antique shop.Soon after, his father, Li Taishou, was also released from prison, and the officials of Ohara Castle were shocked, of course, they had to give a little more face, and the antique dealer's business was naturally good.Ten years have passed, and he has become a well-known literary merchant in Ohara City, but he is still known as Li Gongzi because he has not yet married.The steward continued: "Yesterday, Sanqianan came to buy a lot of cotton jackets and quilts, I don't know if I am going to provide winter relief. ”Sanchian is not very famous in Ohara Castle, and the steward naturally has to be ordered by the owner to pay attention to every move over there.Li Gongzi was a little surprised, thinking that there were only a few elderly teachers in that nunnery, and he had never done things like soup kitchens, so what did he do with so many cotton jackets and quilts?
He decided to check it out in a few days.I haven't been there in years, and I miss it a little.He remembered that back then, after drinking with those bad friends, he strayed into the depths of the valley, greedy for the rising sun, and ended up in the lotus pond......
I couldn't help but laugh at myself.After a smile, there was a faint amazement.………… said that he would go to see it in a few days, but in fact Li Gongzi went the next day.It has nothing to do with the occasional rise, but just a very suitable reason to revisit.In the first few years, he often went to the nunnery and played the piano in front of the uninhabited lake, and the nuns in the nunnery ignored him.The sound of the piano drifted over the lake, but no one came, so he gradually came less and less, until he did not come again.Looking at the two words on the stone, Li Gongzi remembered what happened back then, shook his head, and walked in.As in those days, the teachers and wives in the nunnery did not appear.He hadn't gone far before he felt a little strange, wondering how could it be so cold here?
The stream had been frozen, and the snow on the bridge was so thick that there were no footprints, and the roofs of the nunnery on the opposite side were also covered with so thick snow that people were worried about whether they would collapse.He slowly walked across the snow bridge to the front of the meditation room, looking inside.The round window, facing the snow lake over there, cuts out a very beautiful world.In the house, there were countless quilts piled up on the floor, like a mountain, and a little girl was buried in it.The little girl was covered in a quilt, her mouth and nose were covered, and only her closed eyes were exposed, and her face was pale, as if she was not breathing.Li Gongzi was taken aback, looked around, confirmed that there was no one, and without hesitation, climbed over the railing and rushed towards the house.There was a muffled buzz, and an invisible force bounced him back and fell heavily into the snow.He didn't get up, pulled a knife out of his boot, looked into the meditation room, and wondered where to enter?"
Put down the knife, I don't want to kill you."
There was a voice in the snow.The voice was cold, without any emotion.Li Gongzi held the knife, looked at the voice vigilantly, and said, "Who are you?"
What did you do to that little girl!
”The voice didn't answer him.Li Gongzi shouted angrily: "She is going to be crushed to death!"
”In his opinion, the little girl was afraid that she had been crushed to death by a mountain of quilts, but he didn't want to think so, and still wanted to keep some hope.Quietly, Jing Jiu walked over from the snow, looked at him and said calmly, "She is not dead. ”Li Gongzi looked at his face, couldn't help but be stunned, his mind was confused, and muttered, "Then she will also be killed by heat." ”"She's not going to die of heat.And if you don't, everyone in Ohara Castle will freeze to death. ”After saying this, Jing Jiu turned around and walked towards the snow lake behind the meditation room.Li Gongzi finally sobered up, all the memories of the year came to his heart, looked at his back, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "You guys......
Coming back?
”"She shouldn't come back here."
Jing Jiu's figure disappeared into the Zen room.Li Gongzi slowly lowered the hand holding the knife, and then lowered his head.Back then, he guessed that this brother and sister should be immortals, and today he saw that Jing Jiu's face had not changed from back then, knowing that he had guessed correctly, he couldn't help but feel slightly bitter.His father escaped, the ancient painting was returned, and the sinister friend was captured, and he wondered if it had something to do with the siblings.And that box of gold leaves.There are so many things I want to ask, but I don't know where to start.Immortals have different paths, the world is like dust, and each other's times are different.He stood in the snow for a long time, took a deep look at the meditation room, and turned away.Tong Yan and Qing'er came to the railing outside the Zen room, looked at the figure who left, and felt so strange.Who is this person?
In front of the meditation room, there was a killing array laid out by Jing Jiu with the Chengtian sword technique, this person wanted to enter the meditation room, but he didn't die, naturally Jing Jiu didn't want him to die, so he temporarily withdrew the formation.What's even more incredible is that Jing Jiu actually said a few words to this person, with his temperament, this is really a very rare thing.Qing'er turned to look at Xue Ji, who was pressed by the quilt mountain, and was more puzzled.In the Qingtianjian Fantasy Realm, she had watched Jing Jiu for decades and knew him better than most people in the real world.Jing Jiu is afraid of trouble, he doesn't like to cause trouble, to be precise, he is afraid of death, so why did he agree with Tong Yan's approach and bring Xue Ji here?
When night comes, snow clouds cover the stars, and the lights in the darkness are very eye-catching.The old nun walked out slowly, and with trembling hands, lit the remaining ten lamps in turn.Jing Jiu said: "It's hard work. ”The old nun raised her head, looked at him and said: "My life is over, I should have died a few years ago, it is not easy to survive until now, I thought ......"
This sentence was not finished, and the unfinished words turned into a sigh.Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said, "She is fine now, she should wake up in a few years." ”The old nun didn't say anything more, and returned to her room with the help of her disciples.The lamps in the 3,000 nunnery are all immortal lamps that have been provided for more than 100 years, and with the realm of old nuns, they can only be lit more than ten times a night.It took a few days for her to finally light up all the immortal lamps in the nunnery and successfully activate the formation of the Suigetsu hermitage.With this formation, the chill that Yukihime spreads towards the heavens and the earth, or the loss of it, will be controlled.Jing Jiu looked at the sky and found that there was no more snow, knowing that Yukihime should be waking up soon.Suddenly, the sound of the piano came from the front of the hermitage.He looked that way.Li Gongzi was dressed in black, sitting in the snow, with the guqin on his lap, and was playing intently.Its sound is loud, and its breath is warm.This is a song of Wangchun chant.When winter passes, spring will come.If you don't come, don't come.That's probably what it means.()