Hidden Blade Chapter 54: Chill

"Thank you! Thank you!" Mr. Wei held his porcelain bowl and thanked the pedestrians one by one.

Although it has reached the end of the new year, Daxia still looks like a midwinter and severe cold. At this moment, the snow is temporarily suspended, but the streets are still covered with a thick layer of snow.

In this weather, even the Daxia people, who are known for their martial arts, are unwilling to take to the streets to suffer the chill. Few people are willing to stop and listen to the old man's opera in this blizzard.

Really because of this, Mr. Wei's harvest today is not very good.

When the crowd of onlookers gave money to the outside, the old man did not pack up his clothes as usual. Instead, he stood alone on the gradually inaccessible street, counting his hands in the porcelain bowl with his head down. The pitiful few coins.

He has the final say.

Today should be the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month.

Tomorrow will be the end of the year, and one hundred thousand silver is still a lot short of it.

But there was only less than three months left, and he couldn't help sighing, frowning deeply.

His thoughts reverberated in his mind, and inexplicably thought of the end of that long time, the conversation engraved in his heart.

......

The white-haired, but handsome Taoist man swung his sleeves, shaking back the white-robed figure surrounded by cranes.

The sky's glow dissipated here, and the lotus blooming in the pond withered.

The figure in the white robe looked at the Taoist incredulously, and asked in a deep voice: "Wei Changming! What are you going to do?"

The beautifully born Taoist did not respond to the meaning of the white robe. His right hand stretched out into the void to hold it, and a sharp sword was held in his hand at that time.

He looked at the white robe figure with cold eyes, without saying a word, but his eyes were cold.

"This world, a place of true immortal in a thousand years, is right in front of you, Wei Changming, for the love of children that was less than a few years ago, don't you want this place of true immortal?" Bai The robe figure asked, although his appearance was wrapped in the holy light, from his tone at this moment, it is not difficult for the handsome Taoist to imagine that his face must be full of confusion and anger at this moment.

He thought, that should be a very interesting scene.

It's a pity that someone never saw it.

So, he sighed and shook his head again.

"Are you rejecting me?" the white-robed figure asked, "A hundred years of penance, the opportunity that thousands of monks could not ask for for thousands of years, do you have to give up? Then what is your hundred years of penance?" /

The white robe's tone was full of surprises, and besides this surprise, there were more puzzled.

With his full experience of the world and the experience of hundreds of catastrophes, he still cannot understand the choice of the Taoist man in front of him.

"In order to see you." The handsome Taoist took his own steps towards the figure in the white robe.

That step is lightly treading, like a dragonfly touching the water, and like a mountain buckling, lifting the weight lightly.

So the lotus pond waved, and the courtyard fell until the sky and the earth shook.

The figure in the white robe is instantly enlightened.

His tone is also somewhat colder than then: "Do you want to avenge that monster?"

Monster? Taoist doesn't like this name, or dislikes the contemptuous tone of Baipao when he says it. To put it more bluntly, he should not like Baipao.

So in the next moment, he took another step forward.

This step is as heavy as a mighty one, like a Mount Tai squeezing the top, and the army is galloping.

So suddenly the wind and rain came, the sky and the earth were dimmed, and the thunder hung in the sky, desperately about to fall.

That is a sword that shocks the ancient and the modern.

is a sword that runs through the world.

It is also a sword that annihilates invisible.

The momentum that came from that sword was fierce, but it dissipated silently.

The Taoist looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the white robe figure An Ran standing on the spot, frowning.

"The body of a true fairy is above the tribulations, immortal and immortal. If you are not as good as the true fairyland, you will not hurt me for a day."

"But once you have inherited my way and entered the real wonderland, you have no reason to kill me."

"This is a dead end."

As the white robe said, the broad clothes agitated, and the expression on his face surrounded by fairy light was hideous.

The Taoist can't see the scene, but he can really feel it.

I have to say that he hates the appearance of the white robe at the moment.

But as Baipao said, he was helpless about it.

So he took the sword and turned around to leave the cottage where he had been sitting for a hundred years.

"Where are you going?" Baipao asked.

"Find a way to kill you." Taoist said.

"What you can't do, the rules of heaven and earth have long been established. If you miss this opportunity, there will be no chance to enter the realm of real fairyland. Waiting for you will be endless thunder and tribulations, until you smash you Until it's gone!" Baipao said loudly.

The steps of the Taoist leaving paused at that time, seeming to be moved by the words of the white robe.

"I want to try." But the next moment the Taoist's voice sounded again. This time, without hesitation, he stepped out of the cottage.

......

Thinking of this, Mr. Wei suddenly felt a chill from his fingers.

He was so excited, his mind was pulled out of his thoughts.

He looked intently, only to realize that the palm of his hand holding the porcelain bowl was stained with a little white crystal at some point.

The old man was stunned, and suddenly came to his senses.

That is snow.

He raised his head and looked towards the dark sky. Such things were constantly floating in the dim sky~IndoMTL.com~ They fell lightly, and in a blink of an eye they fell on the shoulders and top of the old man's head.

The chill became clearer at this time. It came from the shoulders, from the arms, from the top of the forehead, through the old man’s limbs, through his internal organs, and reached his brain and heart. .

It was a trembling sensation.

The old man subconsciously put away the porcelain bowl in his hand, and closed his clothes again to resist the sudden chill.

In the whole process, the old man's movements were a bit rusty.

He can't remember how many years he hasn't felt this way.

He didn't find it disgusting or uncomfortable, instead he felt an inexplicable sense of ease.

"This is what it feels like to be a human." The old man said like this, a smile on his face.

But perhaps because of the cold, this smile was a little stiff, as if his wrinkled face had been frozen by the heavy snow and cold wave.

But Mr. Wei didn't notice it, and even swept away the gloom before, humming a little tune leisurely.

He squatted down, braved the bitter cold to clean up his belongings, put them in his wooden box as usual, then carried the big box on his back and was about to leave.

Only when he got up, he found that the wooden box seemed a bit heavier than before.

The old man shook his head, gritted his teeth, and stood up.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, as if to swallow the whole town.

The old man crouched in the heavy snow, and walked slowly, leaving a row of footprints of different shades under the snow.

He gradually walked away, but the melodious tune still echoed.

I just don’t know if it’s the little tune, or the old man deliberately did it. At this moment, I hear the tune...

Imagine both the whisper of a lover from afar, and the roar of a wild fox in the Muli mountain stream...