I will bury the gods

Chapter 283 Meeting in the Snowstorm
Winter, sunny.

Lin Shouxi finished grading the homework, handed the notebook back, Xiaoyu took it solemnly, and spread it in front of him.

"Why are you still wrong about five things..." Xiaoyu showed an annoyed look, and asked, "Master won't be angry if he has made so many mistakes?"

"Of course not." Lin Shouxi said gently: "Although there are some mistakes and omissions, Xiaoyu is already very good. If you read and memorize it more on weekdays, you will definitely improve."

"Oh……"

Xiaoyu nodded slightly, looking a little disappointed, as if she felt guilty for her mistake.

Seeing Lin Shouxi, he got up quickly, sat down beside her, and explained to her question by question, explaining the mysteries of the scriptures and spells. Speak patiently several times until Xiaoyu understands.

"Master is so kind, Xiaoyu is very lucky to have found such a good master like you." Xiaoyu said sincerely.

"It's only natural for a master to be kind to his apprentices. When Xiaoyu grows up, he will become a master for others, so he will understand it naturally." Lin Shouxi said.

Xiaoyu nodded with a vague understanding.

Seeing that Master didn't make any unnecessary movements, Xiaoyu couldn't help pushing the ruler, and asked in a low voice, "Master...won't Xiaoyu be punished?"

"Xiaoyu is so obedient, why punish you?" Lin Shouxi said softly.

Xiao Yuxiang's cheeks puffed slightly, she didn't speak, and said after a while: "Then... Master taught me how to practice sword?"

"Okay, I also want to see how far Xiaoyu's swordsmanship has been cultivated." Lin Shouxi smiled and nodded.

A year ago, Xiaoyu used just seven days to cultivate his clumsy swordsmanship to perfection, and his talent was terrifying. Now that a year has passed, this little sword fairy's demeanor is even more outstanding.

Xiaoyu casually took the wooden ruler, held it in his palm, and said: "I use the ruler instead of the sword, and show the master the dance."

As she said that, this petite girl flicked her long hair, and danced directly. In the spacious room, the girl held a ruler in her hand. Although she turned around with her sword, she moved with her steps. The autumn wind that kills the fragrant flowers is pleasing to the eye, and everyone who sees it admires the awesome future.

When retracting the sword, Xiaoyu wanted to try a more difficult move, but accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt, leaned over, and fell straight towards Lin Shouxi. When she recovered, she fell into the arms of her master.

She pressed her cheek against Master's lower abdomen, raised her head, and carefully looked at the young man's delicate face.

"Master, I..." Xiaoyu bit her pink lips, blaming herself.

"It's okay, when you practice swords, you should challenge more sword styles, but Xiaoyu, you must not do this when confronting others in the future." Lin Shouxi seriously instructed.

"Xiaoyu understands." The girl nodded seriously.

Then, Lin Shouxi helped her replay the sword moves just now, and corrected her errors in posture and force one by one. teach.

"Master, why are you always looking at the sky outside? Is Master looking for someone?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Well... I'm going to visit Shenshou Mountain later to meet your other mistress." Lin Shouxi said.

"Second Master?" Xiaoyu showed surprise, and asked, "Who is more beautiful, Master Mistress or Second Master?"

"Xiaoyu, you are afraid that Master will live another day." Lin Shouxi smiled wryly.

"Is it because Master's wife is too fierce?" Xiaoyu lowered his voice, and said, "When I was walking around the house this morning, Master was often bullied by Master Xiaohe. Master has such a strong body, um..."

"The ancients said that if you want to commit crimes, you don't have a wife. Xiaohe's temperament is like this. The more she likes me, the more delicate she is. She is actually very gentle." Lin Shouxi interrupted Xiaoyu's wild thoughts and said gently.

"So, master prefers fierce ones? Is the second wife also very fierce?" Xiaoyu blinked and asked.

"..."

Lin Shouxi couldn't tell if she was deliberately teasing him, but he just put on a straight face, pretending to be stern and said: "If you keep asking Xiaoyu, Master will become fierce."

"I see, Master is going to be fierce to Xiaoyu..." Xiaoyu shut up obediently and straightened his expression.

She continued to practice swords.

Xiaoyu dances the sword, the intention is for the master.

Her moves were always drawn towards Lin Shouxi. In order not to interrupt his apprentice's sword practice, Lin Shouxi retreated step by step until he shrank to the corner of the wall. Looking at the whispers of dancing swords and dancing wildly, Lin Shouxi felt that he was a formidable young man.

If this continues, when Xiaoyu is 16 years old, maybe he can really catch up with his 16-year-old self.

In the last sword strike, Xiaoyu used the move of looking back at the moon. She touched the ground with her toes, turned around abruptly, flicked her long hair, and raised the wooden ruler obliquely, which concealed the beautiful meaning of the fairy Lingbo looking back. Lin Shouxi was slightly startled.

This girl was already like this when she was young, so when she grows up, is she okay?
Xiaoyu was ignorant, as if she didn't know anything, she threw the ruler, caught it, and ran to the master to ask for credit, "Master, how is my swordsmanship, is it not slack?"

"Small words will become great tools in the future." Lin Shouxi said sincerely.

Xiaoyu smiled sweetly, then hesitated to speak, and said, "Master, can you not go to see Second Teacher today?"

"Why?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Because today's master is Xiaoyu." The girl said eloquently.

Looking at her innocent smile, Lin Shouxi felt a pain in his heart, as if gouged out by a sword. He recalled the experience of this year, and he knew how hard-won this meeting was. Looking at this lovely apprentice, his eyes also slightly Wet.

He hugged Xiaoyu in his arms, and said softly: "Okay, today's master belongs to Xiaoyu only."

Xiaoyu leaned against his solid chest, closed her eyes, greedily absorbed the warmth of his embrace, smiled, and was satisfied.

Throughout the afternoon, Lin Shouxi and Xiaoyu discussed their homework in the study, and Xiaoyu sat in the arms of the master and read a book with the master.

The pleasant time is short-lived. In a blink of an eye, the sun is setting and the clouds in the distance are pale red.

In the evening, Xiaoyu said that he would go to the night market with his master, Lin Shouxi agreed, and Xiaoyu closed the door temporarily to change into beautiful clothes.

While changing clothes, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xiaoyu looked back and saw Chu Miao's fairy figure fluttering in her white dress.

"What are you doing here?" Xiaoyu asked lightly.

Chu Miao sat down directly on the desk, crossed her legs, and said with a smile, "Let me take a look at our cute Xiaoyu."

"Who belongs to your family?" Xiaoyu rummaged through the clothes and snorted coldly.

"Tsk tsk, after changing your clothes, even the tone of your speech is different. Sometimes I'm also curious whether you are acting or showing your true feelings." Chu Miao said leisurely.

"I want you to take care of it." Xiaoyu didn't want to talk to her.

Seeing her rare and arrogant appearance, Chu Miao couldn't help giggling, smiling, she looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, feeling a bit sad, time flies, time has passed, looking back at the long 300 years, As short as the blink of an eye.

"What should we do in the future?" Chu Miao asked softly.

"What future?"

"Are you going to maintain this lie forever? It will be shattered one day, and then, how will you face them?" Chu Miao sighed softly.

"If I didn't have that trip to the south this year, I might have thought about it, but now I'm too lazy to think about it."

Xiaoyu's tone is calm, but her voice is immature, like a little girl pretending to be an adult, "The evil spirit is still watching, the evil god is waking up, one day the world will be turned upside down, and we will all be dust in history... Tomorrow has not yet come, think What does it do, I just... just don't want to leave regrets."

Xiaoyu turned around with her clothes in her arms, and saw Chu Miao sitting alone by the window.

The setting sun slanted on her dress, usually pale red, half plain white, she looked at herself quietly, with a smile on her face, as if she was looking at her childhood sweetheart yesterday.

They looked at each other for a long time.

Finally, Xiaoyu lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly. She calmed down and shook out the clothes in her hands. One was embroidered with a fire-breathing dragon, and the other was embroidered with a fierce and cute crocodile.

"Which one looks better?" Xiaoyu asked.

Chu Miao looked at it for a while, then murmured: "Hard words hurt people... this crocodile is more compatible with you."

Xiaoyu frowned, and threw the crocodile back into the cabinet.

After putting on the Huolong clothes, Xiaoyu looked much more majestic. She stood in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips, majestic and majestic, as if she could spew out a ball of flame with one mouth.

Chu Miao came behind her, combed her hair, tied it in a bun, and dressed her up beautifully.

After dressing up, Chu Miao gently hugged her in her arms and buried her little head in her chest.

Xiaoyu lay on her stomach quietly, looked up, looked at the faint sadness on Chu Miaoxian's face, thought that she had brought back sad memories of her childhood, and couldn't help but comforted: "Okay, the past is over, don't worry too much about it." think."

"No, I was just thinking about Yingchan." Chu Miao lowered her head and said with a light smile, "When Yingchan was young, I hugged her and nursed her like this."

"..."

Xiaoyu hastily pushed her away.

Before dark, Xiaoyu changed her clothes, dressed up and went downstairs.

In the pavilion on the side, Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe were sitting on long stone chairs, holding hands, watching the beautiful scenery of the setting sun falling from the wall of the gods together. In the snow scene, Xiaohe looked very cute, she leaned slightly, gently Leaning on Lin Shouxi's shoulder, squinting his eyes, as if falling asleep, Lin Shouxi put his arms around her shoulder, stroking his wife's long snow-white hair, at this warm moment, Xiaoyu came bouncing over and squeezed between them.

"Master and wife—" Xiaoyu called out cutely and crisply.

Xiaohe opened her eyes, looked at Xiaoyu's outfit, and said, "Xiaoyu is so cute."

Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, and asked: "Master, are you sleepy, why don't Xiaoyu help Master to rest?"

"You bad girl, are you trying to take my little husband away again?" Xiaohe asked vigilantly.

"No, I just care about my wife, what about my wife..." Xiaoyu said aggrievedly.

Xiaohe didn't bother to argue with her.

She remembered her original intention to educate well, took her hand, and insisted on going to the night market with her, so as to enhance the relationship between the apprentice and his wife.

The night market is very lively, with thousands of lights and flames reflecting the white snow, high-rise buildings with red sleeves swaggering, women with heavy make-up leaning on the windows and looking around, smiling coquettishly, and singing and singing are heard from afar. Listening to the words, it should be the admiration of ordinary people for the immortal family.

It snowed again at night.

In the night market, which is as bright as day, snowflakes are falling all over the streets and alleys. People who are on the road are not in a hurry, but stop to look at the snow, and point to the thousands of silver trees beside the road to sing poems.

Xiaoyu took the hands of Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe, and walked slowly on the long street, looking at everything that was unfamiliar but familiar.

There are many food stalls along the roadside, offering all kinds of dim sum, dried dried meat, and fried meat, as well as chicken, rabbit, beef, sheep, eel, and fresh shellfish.

Xiaoyu tasted one by one. In order to eat more, she didn't taste much of each one. After a long time, she walked all the way from the street to the end of the street. While eating the glutinous glutinous rice balls, Lin Shouxi took the time to buy a tiger head hat. Putting it on Xiaoyu's head, Xiaoyu let out a cry, covered his hat, raised his head, and saw Lin Shouxi's gentle and smiling face.

While scooping up the small glutinous rice balls with a spoon, Xiaohe raised her eyes, glanced at Lin Shouxi faintly, and said coldly, "What about me?"

How could Lin Shouxi, who was extremely capable of surviving, forget this episode?He smiled, stretched out his other hand hidden behind his back, took out the tiger hat he had prepared, and gently pressed it on Xiaohe's head.

"Why is Shi Niang's tiger white?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Because your teacher's wife is a little white tiger." Lin Shouxi bullied Xiaoyu and couldn't understand.

Xiaoyu let out a groan, and after complimenting 'Ms. Ma'am is amazing', she lowered her head and ate the sweet little round balls in the bowl.

Xiaohe secretly kicked him under the table, as if complaining about his indiscretion.

Lin Shouxi sat down beside Xiaohe, hugged her gently, pressed her ear, and said: "Back then, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, I was besieged by killers, and Xiaohe came to save me...Great kindness, my husband has not had time to spring to meet her." Report it."

Xiaohe didn't know what Yongquan meant, she said indifferently: "Before I saw Chuchu, I was a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, are you sure you want to break into it?"

"How would you know it's a blessing if you don't enter the tiger's den?" Lin Shouxi asked with a light smile.

"Frivolous Meng Lang." Xiao He said while biting his ear.

Xiaoyu lowered his head and ate the ball, as if he didn't hear anything.

At night, the three of them returned to the family together. Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe entered the house holding hands. Xiaohe let go of her long hair and put on a Buddhist robe. Her every frown and smile were so peaceful and beautiful that it would make the iron tree bloom.

When Lin Shouxi carried the girl to the bed, there was an untimely knock on the door.

Lin Shouxi frowned and opened the door, and saw Xiaoyu standing at the door, holding a bear doll in his arms.

"Master, Xiaoyu is afraid..." the girl raised her head and said timidly.

So, that night, Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe slept together, but they couldn't do anything, they could only look at each other silently, and Xiaoyu curled up between them, hugging Lin Shouxi, sleeping peacefully.

……

The next day.

The annual snow field competition of Mount Shenshou has begun.

The rocky cliffs are steep and the cloud platform is towering. Walking up the plank road built against the mountain can lead to a flat snow field. It is romantic to try the sword against the snow under the blue clouds. The annual ski field competition is even more romantic. It is an opportunity for young disciples to make their mark.

Today, not only Shenshou Mountain, but also many immortal sects from Yunkong Mountain and Patriarch Mountain also came to the banquet to discuss Taoism together in the name of martial arts competition.

When Chu Yingchan found Mu Shijing, Mu Shijing was fishing by the river.

She made a hole on the ice, fishing seriously with a fishing rod, with a calm demeanor.

When Chu Yingchan came, Mu Shijing told her to keep her voice down so that she would not be affected by her fishing. Chu Yingchan grabbed the fish basket, looked at the thumb-sized fish and shrimp inside, sighed, and put She carried the man and the fish back to Shenshou Mountain.

When Chu Yingchan arrived with Mu Shijing, the ski field competition had already started.

As soon as the pair of sisters arrived, the rest of the glamorous fairies in Shenshan suddenly lost their color, and more and more monks cast their gazes over, either surprised or dazed, as if seeing heaven and man.

Mu Shijing didn't take it seriously, she tasted the fine fruit wine presented by Shenshou Mountain, praised it and accurately said the year it was brewed, she looked at Chu Yingchan proudly, but saw Fairy Chu's expression was cold.

"I... I'll just taste two." Mu Shijing whispered, but couldn't help complaining: "Master is not as strict as you."

"Drink after you win the contest," Chu Yingchan said.

"Oh... then Senior Sister, save some for me." Mu Shijing looked at Leng Yan Senior Sister drinking to warm up, and said in a low voice.

"Are you really not afraid of losing at all?" Chu Yingchan asked curiously.

"What's there to be afraid of? Although I haven't cultivated a single celestial being these days, I'm more than enough to deal with them." Mu Shijing said.

"Have you ever cultivated a little immortal?" Chu Yingchan asked with a smile, "Then why are your eye sockets a bit dark?"

"Have it?"

Mu Shijing was startled, and hastily touched it with his hand, then turned around, only to see Chu Yingchan laughing so hard that the flowers trembled.

She knew that she had been tricked again, so she couldn't help being annoyed, but she didn't get angry, she knew that now she was just begging for perfection, and when her cultivation reached a high level, she would definitely find her way back and make this bad fairy complain endlessly.

The competition in the snow field is also in the form of a ring, and the disciples compete to enter the arena. In order to make the competition more exciting, the first to enter the field is often weak, and then becomes stronger and stronger. Appeared one after another, showing off their unique skills.

Although Mu Shijing was willful, she did not break the rules. She leaned against Chu Yingchan, watched the fight on the snow field quietly, and marveled at those weird exercises and magical spiritual roots.

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.

The disciples split and united, each winning or losing. Now standing on the stage is the well-known little fairy from Shenshou Mountain. This disciple has already entered the Yuan Chi Realm at the age of 17, and he can be called a genius Absolutely enviable, many people say that she will be able to wield the Excalibur in the future.

She has defended three rounds, and three monks at the peak of the pure gold realm came to challenge, and she defeated them all.

Mu Shijing couldn't bear her arrogant arrogance, got up with a cold snort, and said, "I'll teach him a lesson."

The moment Mu Shijing got up holding the sword, everyone looked over. She ignored people's gaze and walked towards the snow field step by step, and then... was stopped on the steps.

"What are you stopping me for?" Mu Shijing frowned.

"Miss Mu, don't go." The old man who stopped him said.

"Why?"

"Miss Mu is a disciple of the Immortal Tower of the Yunkong Mountain Daomen, and Fairy Chu is the master of the Chumen of the Yunkong Mountain. You are not a member of her sect, how can you represent the Trumen in the battle?" the old man said.

"Then can't I fight on behalf of Daomen Xianlou?" Mu Shijing asked.

"No, unless the owner of Xianlou comes personally." After the old man finished speaking, he added: "This is the rule."

"What rules, I think you Shenshoushan can't afford to lose." Mu Shijing said bluntly.

The old man has seen too many arrogant sons of heaven, he has long been used to it, and he doesn't get angry, he just smiled and made a gesture of please come back.

This old man's cultivation was much higher than Mu Shijing's, so she couldn't force her way in. After thinking about it, she could only bite the bullet and go back.

"You guys have this rule, why didn't you tell Fairy Chu when she signed up?" Mu Shijing asked.

"When Fairy Chu signed up, we all thought that the famous Mr. Lin was coming." The old man explained helplessly.

"Lin Shouxi..."

Mu Shijing never thought that today, even if Lin Shouxi didn't come, she would hurt herself... She couldn't help feeling a little tight in her chest.

Mu Shijing put her hands on her hips and didn't care about them like they did, but when she turned to go back, she heard a lot of unfriendly comments.

"That Lin Shouxi hasn't heard from him for a long time since he became famous last year. Where did he go? Maybe something happened..."

"What can happen to the grandson of the Taoist master?"

"That's right, where did he go?"

"I think it's probably because I don't like Chu Yingchan's cultivation in the fairyland, and I'm going to find someone else. Truman is not easy to make public because of his face."

"If that's the case, then wouldn't the Trumen belong to one sect?"

"..."

Although Mu Shijing was thinking about bullying Chu Yingchan all day long, she was so sarcastic that others couldn't!
She looked at a fairy who was smiling coquettishly, her eyes were stern, the fairy was stared at by her, she couldn't help but startled, and said: "Master Mu Xiaoxian, what are you going to do?"

Just when Mu Shijing wanted to reprimand her, Chu Yingchan had already walked up to her, took her hand, shook her head at her, and said, "It's okay."

"You silly fairy who lives in a nest, how can you be so good-tempered to outsiders?" Mu Shijing said angrily.

After hearing this, Chu Yingchan also felt guilty, and lowered her head lightly.

The girl on the ring looked here, and said coldly: "If there is no one in the Tru Clan, go down as soon as possible, other disciples are still waiting, don't make things difficult for my master."

This charmingly smiling fairy was actually the teacher of the girl on the stage.

Of course Chu Yingchan wanted to refute a few words, but her rebuttal was powerless, her cultivation was not high, she had only a few disciples, and now she had been separated from Lin Shouxi for a year, and it was meaningless to talk to them quickly, and finally Lost or myself.

The fairy in the white skirt sighed softly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she took Mu Shijing's hand and walked towards Trumen's Yuntai.

Listening to the discussions at the banquet, how could Mu Shijing swallow this breath, she already planned to break into the rules and go directly to the arena in the snow field.

Suddenly.

After the snow field, a cold voice came:

"Who said there is no one in Truman?"

It was as if a wooden peg was suddenly broken, and a blizzard poured into the atrium, and Chu Yingchan's sea of ​​consciousness was blank.

She raised her head stupidly.

The wind and snow fluttered.

On the originally empty cloud platform of Trumen, at some point stood a handsome young man in white clothes. The young man looked at her from afar, his eyes were as soft as water: "Master, the apprentice is back."

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