Wuchang Mountain is not a high mountain, but for some reason, there is always snow on the top of the mountain.
By daybreak, the heavy snow that was fluttering like goose feathers had stopped.
Looking from the door, the mountain is a vast and desolate expanse of white.
The snow on the training platform had been cleared away. With a "clang", the boy's hands were frozen red and he lost his grip on the branch, which fell to the ground, scaring away hundreds of birds in the forest.
Jiang Ziyou shouted: "This person looks exactly like me."
Yin Buqi asked: "When did you become Wen Shili's disciple?"
Jiang Ziyou blurted out: "Thirty years ago."
"Senior brother has always looked like this since I can remember. He should have reached the Golden Core stage a long time ago." Yin Ci muttered softly.
Yin Buqi asked: "Are you sure?"
Jiang Ziyou nodded: "Of course, I remember it very clearly. I came to Rimuli at the same time as Saint Fuhua, but Saint Fuhua came a few months earlier than me."
Yin Buqi was startled, as if he had thought of something, his eyes misty and fluttering, and then he asked Jiang Ziyu: "Do you have any family?"
Jiang Ziyou shook his head: "I don't know. The first person I saw when I woke up was Master, and I had no memory of the past."
Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi: "But what did you think of?"
"Not sure yet, let's wait and see."
The wind swirled down from above, and a man appeared at the mountain gate, looking cold and lonely. His white clothes were very thin, but he seemed not to be afraid of the cold.
There was no trace of warmth in those eyes as deep as an ancient well.
Wen Shili was even more indifferent back then than he is now.
The young man was overjoyed when he saw him appear, and he ran over immediately, "Master, Master! You're back!"
These two people are Master Wen Shili and his disciple.
Jiang Ziyou grabbed the corner of his clothes, put the branch in his hand behind his back and hid it, and said: "Master, I have been practicing sword well every day these days and have not been lazy."
Wen Shili took a few steps and found that the corner of his clothes was pulled. He looked down at his red, frozen hands and said nothing.
Jiang Ziyu quickly retracted his hand and looked at him anxiously and expectantly.
Young people always desire praise from their elders.
Unexpectedly, Wen Shili simply said, "Your physique is not good, so you are not suitable for cultivation."
"Oh..." Jiang Ziyou lowered his head as if he was disappointed. After a while, he raised his head again and said carefully:
"Master, I am stupid and don't have your understanding and talent, but I believe that hard work can make up for lack of talent, so I will work harder and never waste time... I like practicing swordsmanship. I want to be like Master, a chivalrous man who can save people."
Seeing that Shi Li didn't say anything, Jiang Ziyou continued: "Master, don't worry, I won't get hurt. I will take good care of myself."
"Yeah." Wen Shili nodded and responded. Without saying much, he walked into the palace.
Despite such coldness, Jiang Ziyu was not annoyed at all and kept sticking to her with a smile.
The master has a cold temper.
He took the initiative to get close to him, talk to him, and do things for him. He waited for him at the door every morning when he got up to study, and waited for him at the mountain gate every month when he came home.
The coldest time has passed, the weather is gradually getting warmer, and occasionally you can hear birds singing.