The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Yunyang City, the fourth night of falling snow.

The chariotous horses and horses, the shouting of the pawns, the beautiful silk bamboo, the crying of the children, all faded away in the thick night.

On such a night, no clear moonlight shines into the vermilion house, no green wine glasses, or a scarlet dance skirt.

I only heard the sound of Can Xue breaking the broken branches, and the howling wind rushed into the alley, mixed in the crisp impact of the silver bell under the flying bonnet.Long and harsh.

The falling snow curtain overwhelmed the ground, and it was rolled up by the wind before the ground, and the waves smashed on the blue stone plate long street.Only in the snowy days on the street was the servant of the gate carefully swept through. At this time, a thick layer was accumulated again. I was afraid that it would be hard work to wait until dawn.

Such a city that is used to weather and rain, and the fire is cooking oil. Under the once-in-a-century snow, Zhumenli must have smelly wine and meat, but the frozen bones on the roadside are rare.

After all, in the rich city, beggars and wild cats are also rich. Who doesn’t have a bridge hole to avoid the snow and the haystacks that block the north wind?

The lonely ten-mile long street suddenly sounded the creaking sound of the soft snow being stepped on. From far and near, it has a wonderful rhythm, and it is not fast.

Traveling in the snow and snow at night, it is not like an anxious and anxious return to people, but it seems to be a casual passerby.

The bright yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves of the vermilion palace fluttered against the white wall in the wind.The swaying and dim light sprinkled the snow with warm colors, which gave people an illusion of temperature.

It also reflects the shadow of passing guests.

The white robe is light fur, the brocade brood boots, and the sky blue gold-painted oil paper umbrella.A long sword was tied around his narrow waist, and as he paced slightly, it seemed like a delicate ornament.

He came from the snow, which was supposed to sink into the thick snow of his ankles, leaving only a slight trace on the bottom of his cloud boots.

He walked along the eaves of the vermilion gate, and walked to the innermost corner. The sobbing wind and the swaying tree shadow were all strangely calm.

The dead corner where the lantern can't shine is a black shadow shrunk.

At that moment, the dark shadow Huo Ran raised his head, but just glanced at the person who came, and then quickly lowered his head.

The visitor did not leave, as if he had found something interesting, or perhaps it was lonely to walk alone in the snow and snow night.He looked at the skinny child left in front of him.

The child wrapped a half straw mat outside the worn cotton robe and leaned against the corner of the wall, using the posture that kept the temperature and physical strength the most.

In such weather, the fox and fur are still not enough to keep out the cold. The children do not know how long they have stayed. The eyes have become blue and black, and their breathing is weak, even if they can stay conscious now, or they will die quietly in the middle of the night.

The visitor did not have any pity, but he seemed to think of something and asked, "Do you want to visit Lanyuan Academy?"

There was a hint of obscurity peculiar to the teenager in the voice-changing period.

The child frowned, and speaking to him was a great waste.But he remembered that it was rude to ask people not to answer.

He knows how to save energy. The words he utters seem to be slightly inaudible, low and short,

"Yes."

The comer smiled, "The old husband Wei Jingfeng, do you want to be an apprentice of the old husband?"

No one doesn't know the three words "wei Jingfeng".No one dared to admit this name.Even if the person in front of him looked like a young boy who was walking away.

But who said that Juggernaut could not be a young son?

This name is enough to change the world.

Unfortunately, this night and here, the listener is the only child and the snow and the sky, it is destined to see no touching scenes of crying and running.

The child ignored his self-proclaimed and violations, and his eyelids did not touch. Instead, he asked, "What are the benefits?"

Wei Jingfeng felt a little ridiculous, and no one had asked him such questions for many years.

But he did not laugh, because the child asked seriously.I really don't know what the benefits will be.

He thought about it and replied seriously, "Be my apprentice, if you ask for power, you will be a master of the extreme kingdom, powerful, powerful and enemies, become the belief of thousands of people, countless people will kneel at your feet, The ants are begging for a look..."

The child did not speak, still leaning against the corner in the most effortless posture.

Wei Jingfeng went on to say, "If you practise the Tao, you will reach the end of the world and practise the best swordsmanship. You will become very strong. People will respect you and fear you, because your heart will be able to lay millions of corpses and shed blood. . Anyone who controls life and death without anyone daring to put his beak."

With a "creak", the snow broke the green calyx branch.The snow is getting colder.

Even though it was a heavy snowstorm, Wei Jingfeng still heard clearly, the child said,

"Do not."

This kind of answer without much thought but serious enough obviously made him a little surprised and... puzzled.

The young boy raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why? Canglan Academy can give you, I can give you a hundred times."

The child really didn't want to speak again, but out of politeness, he explained the reason,

"There is rice."

"Hahahahaha--"

Wei Jingfeng laughed longitudinally, the laughter resounded through the sky, and the snow fell on the eaves, and the decayed plum branch shivered slightly.

He smiled and seemed to be in a good mood, saying, "I also care about the meals."

The child finally raised his eyes and stared at him with dark eyes, as if confirming the credibility of the man in front of him.

Wei Jingfeng almost jumped his feet, "The old saint, the saint, will still deceive you?! Do you know! How many people are catching up..."

"it is good."

Wei Jingfeng suddenly froze, because the child pulled up his wide-sleeved clothing corner.

Almost instinctively, when the skinny little hand approached, he had to strike out.

But he resisted all his life.This feeling is too strange, because no one has touched him for many years.Those who saw him were in awe of him, far away from him.Everyone who wanted to get close to him came to kill him and died.

The thin child stood tremblingly by the strength of the pull-off angle.Then let go.

Bai Qiu left a dirty handprint.

The child thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry."

Wei Jingfeng regretted it.

Not because of such a hasty receiver, but because I don't know how to answer.No one said these three words to him.

In the past few hundred years, he did not include peaceful conversation with people.

He tried it, but he was always regarded as provocative or disdainful. He always irritated others to draw swords, and in the end he could only defeat or kill the man.

Like just now, he thought there was nothing wrong with what he said, and he was honest.But if you listen to another person, you will feel that he is a kind of condescending mercy and charity.

Therefore, he really does not know how to deal with people...or rather, get along with the apprentices.

What should I say at this time?

"It's ok."

Yes, he is a master, how can he be seen by his apprentices and do not understand the world.

The child was silent, he didn't know what to say,'Master is good' or'Has seen Master'?What is it like to accept others?he does not know.

In fact, he walked all the way from the far north to Huangyun City, Zhonglu, and didn't talk much.

The dumb servant who cares for him is dead. Before he died, he was asked to go to Yunyang City, Zhongdu City.He buried the old woman and put the only two clothes in the parcel on the road.The broken silver was spent before reaching Yunyang. Because he was too young, he ate a lot. Although he had more energy, there were few places where he was willing to accept him for work.

The tuition fees of other institutions are expensive, and of course they are not affordable.It's been almost half a month. In the past, the city of Yunyang, which was full of traffic, has become more crowded and difficult to walk.He only heard that it was Lanyuan College that was going to open its doors and accept students.This school is really good. It does not charge tuition. It can not only manage meals, but also meet the world and learn skills.

He naturally didn't wait here all the time. He used to be on an abandoned boat. These days, I heard that the college entrance examination is about to take place.

Until now, he still didn't understand why he asked how to enter the college. The strange expressions on those people's faces were unbelievable and mixed with strange smiles. They asked,'You like this, but also want to enter the college?'

He doesn't understand, can't he enter if he eats too much?Then eat as little as possible...

In the end, I believed what others told him-'the school uses the order of entrance as the standard for admission' and waited for three days in the corner.He thought that people in the back had to come and wait, so they had to wait in line.

Before the school opened, Wei Jingfeng came.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Obviously, this is the most non-speaking pair of apprentices in history.

Wei Jingfeng hit the umbrella on the child's head.After thinking about it, I took off the light fur and put it on the child.

Master...should it be like this?

The big fox fur draped over him, dragging him behind the child.Like the robe of the nobles of the northern capital.

The child moved and found it too inconvenient to walk like this.

But it is really warm.

Wei Jingfeng held the umbrella in one hand and the child in one hand, walking slowly.

"what's your name?"

"Jun Twelve."

"How could my apprentice of Jianjian be called such a name." The young boy frowned and thought for a while, "Yu Zhe, Yao Ye, Guanghua Dasheng meaning, from now on you will be called Jun Yu... really a good name!"

His eyes recovered from the signboard of'Yu Heji Cake'.

Jun Yu has no objection. For him, the name is just a salutation, not to mention that few people call him.So he has no idea.

The young boy held the umbrella and took the child's hand.

The figure of one big and one small, gradually moving away.

As night fell, the sky and snow annihilated their figures.

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The night rain lonely boat drifted on the Minchuan River like a fallen leaf.

The lights in the cabin were full of beans, and the two sat opposite each other, and the warm wine on the table had long been cold.

The young boy wiped his sword and looked attentively,

"Even if you can't do everything in the world, it's hard to get everything done. How can you really be casual in the world? You don't understand this principle now, just like people who don't learn swords, they never understand the truth of learning swords. I will understand when I want to let go..."

Yin Biyue still didn't understand. In his view, he was the cheapest master in the world.

"What is unwilling to let go?"

Wei Jingfeng thought about it and decided to give an example,

"When the old man was young, he had to give up a hand whether he was holding an umbrella, wine, or silver. Do you know why?"

Yin Biyue thought for a while,

"Empty one hand, it is convenient to carry the sword at any time.

Wei Jingfeng smiled with satisfaction, "That's right! If there is no hand that can only hold the sword at any time, my heart will be empty and uncomfortable!"

His eyes fell on the river in the night rain, like a distant past, his tone slowed down,

"The first time I saw your brother, the snow was so heavy that night, the big snowflakes were overwhelming... Your brother was unsteady, I held an umbrella in one hand and held him in the other. I again Without a third hand, how can I still get a sword?"

"But I'm not at all comfortable. I just feel like it's enough to hold him and pull the umbrella."

"Many years later, I realized that this is the reluctance to let go."