Li Chengfeng didn't notice Su Yuehan's complicated heart at all. After he carefully bandaged Zhao Xiaobao, he rested against the door frame for a while, adjusted his strength, then suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
Su Yuehan was stunned and blurted out: "Master, where are you going?"
Li Chengfeng tilted his head slightly, his face was as dark as water, and he looked at Zhao Xiaobao who was in a coma with a firm expression, and said: "Go to Zangxiu Pavilion!" After that, he walked out quickly. His feet were not necessarily very fast, but he could walk in just a few steps. Arrived in the distance.
Su Yuehan looked at Li Chengfeng's figure, slightly dazed, and even more anxious in her heart: Hidden Show Pavilion? What was he doing in Zangxiu Pavilion? Could it be... that he was going to ask someone from Cangxiu Pavilion to save Zhao Xiaobao
Li Chengfeng left quickly, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he felt like he was holding a ball of fire in his heart. The flames made his whole body anxious and hot. He was not hungry, so he loaded a pair of hot wheels on his feet and rushed to the Lord Zangxiu.
The sky was gray at this time, and light snow began to fall quietly. The cold wind mixed with granular snow particles hit Li Chengfeng's face, which made him numb slightly. He faced the cold wind and stared at the flying snow. , speeding along a deep mountain path that quickly turned into blue-white. He was so turbulent and impatient that he seemed to be out of tune with the slow flying snow around him.
Li Chengfeng ran all the way, and when he arrived at the gate of Zangxiu Pavilion, it was already dark. He was sweating all over his heavy clothes, white steam was steaming from his head and shoulders, his face was red, and his forehead was as sweaty as beans.
"Stop! The Cangxiu Pavilion is an important place. Men are not allowed in unless invited!" Before they reached the mountain gate, two female monks wearing Cangxiu Pavilion monk uniforms with three green lines embroidered on their cuffs jumped out from under the mountain gate.
Li Chengfeng didn't care to get a clear look at the appearance of these two people. He bowed with the etiquette of Cangjian Pavilion and said: "Li Chengfeng of Cangjian Pavilion, please see the senior sister of Cangxiu Pavilion..."
Li Chengfeng wanted to address her by her given name, but he was stunned when he opened his mouth. He didn't know the name of the senior sister, so he had to swallow the rest of his words in embarrassment.
A female monk on the left shouted: "How dare you, senior sister, you, a low-ranking newcomer in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, can see me just when you want?"
The female monk on the right also sneered and said: "Go back quickly, don't waste time!"
In normal times, Li Chengfeng, who has a strong self-esteem, would have been furious, but now he seemed to have not heard anything and said firmly: "Two senior sisters, please inform me. Li Chengfeng of Hidden Sword Pavilion begs senior sister to show mercy and extend my kindness." Help, save lives!" As he said that, he knelt down with a thud.
The two female monks were unmoved. The female monk on the right had extremely high cheekbones, thin cheeks, and a very mean appearance. She sneered and said, "Oh? Just come to any cat or dog, kneel down, and take a bite." Have you asked our senior sister for help? Humph, this favor is a bit too cheap! If someone comes and takes a bite, won’t our senior sister be exhausted to death?"
The female monk on the left laughed, her laughter extremely sharp.
But Li Chengfeng did not give up. He stared unwillingly at the two senior sisters in front of him and the mountain gate behind them.
The mountain gate of Zangxiu Pavilion is very unique. It is not like the majestic palace of Zangjin Pavilion or the awe-inspiring and solemn Cangjian Pavilion. Its left and right stone pillars are shaped like flowing water, with a half-moon-shaped waning-moon stone arch arched on the left and right. The stone arch is carved There is a delicate woman with fluttering clothes, hair on her temples, and colorful sleeves with tassels. She is leaning on the stone arch with the moon, silently watching everything at the bottom of the mountain. She is so graceful and graceful, yet so high and unattainable.
This was not just an ordinary mountain gate, but also a dividing line, an insurmountable chasm. It clearly made Li Chengfeng realize the gap between himself and them.
In the past, he was arrogant and domineering, and the things he was proud of had no effect at all in the face of such a powerful force. In the past, he had no desires and desires, so he could naturally enjoy himself. There were no tigers or monkeys in the mountains to call themselves kings.
But now, since you have something to ask for from others, you have to grovel, bend down, lower your head, spread your humble self-esteem on the ground, and let others step on it to pieces and turn it into mud.
Li Chengfeng had tasted this kind of shame once when he met Sun Boren, and now, he had tasted it a second time.
For the first time, he bent his knees for his mother. This young man, who was so proud to the core, felt that it was worth it.
This time, for the sake of his little brother, he once again bent his knees and his usually straight spine. In his opinion, as long as he could save Zhao Xiaobao, the so-called dignity, reserve and pride were not important!
The sky is big and the earth is big, but it is not as big as a brother’s destiny!
Li Chengfeng no longer looked at the two female monks at this time. He said loudly: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to lend a helping hand and save people's lives!"
The female monk on the right shouted: "Hey, Li, you've had enough! Get out of here, the senior sister won't come out!"
Li Chengfeng seemed to have not heard anything. After a while, he loudly said again: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to lend a helping hand and save people's lives!"
The female monk on the right said angrily: "Young man from Zangjian Pavilion, are you provoking our Zangxiu Pavilion!"
Li Chengfeng looked at her and said seriously: "Senior sister, which one of the Lingshan sect prohibits me from shouting for help in front of the mountain gate?"
"You!" The female monk was furious, her words stagnant.
The female monk on the left has slender eyes, which gives people a hard-to-get-together impression. She said to the female monk next to her: "You are too nagging with this bastard. If he wants to kneel there or shout, just let him go. It's all right, you just keep kneeling until the senior sister comes out!" As she said this, she looked at each other and the female monk next to her, and the two of them burst into laughter, with gloating faces on their faces.
Li Chengfeng took a deep look at the two of them, as if he wanted to imprint the appearance of these two people deeply in his heart. Then he withdrew his gaze, stared straight at the mountain gate, and said loudly: "Disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Li Chengfeng Chengfeng begs Senior Sister to lend a helping hand and save lives!"
After shouting like this for a full hour, the sky became darker and darker, the flying snow became heavier and heavier, Lingshan was rendered into a world of blue and white, and Li Chengfeng's shoulders and hair were also covered with a thin layer of crystal Every half a stick of incense, Li Chengfeng would shout loudly, sending snow seeds into the mountains from a distance, but Li Chengfeng didn’t know that his voice could penetrate this high and mighty place. Mountain gate, how far is it sent in
The two female monks from Zangxiu Pavilion who were guarding the mountain gate were still watching the fun at first, but after a while, they saw Li Chengfeng kneeling on the ground motionless, like a machine puppet telling the time on time. They soon felt bored. The figure flashed and disappeared in place, but Li Chengfeng knew that as long as he moved, the two of them would appear again. He was probably hiding in a corner where he could avoid the wind and snow, peeping around. .
After another hour, snow seeds finally stopped falling from the sky and was replaced by goose-feather snow. This was the biggest snow since the beginning of winter in Lingshan and even Cheng'an. Only tea cups fell in this heavy snow that was flying all over the sky. In a short time, almost all the green of Lingshan was covered. As the sky became darker and darker, the waning moon carved on the mountain gate of Zangxiu Pavilion was now emitting bursts of soft light, illuminating the surroundings.
Li Chengfeng knelt alone in front of the mountain gate, and soon turned into a snowman. He was motionless, but his voice was still loud: "Li Chengfeng, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, begs the senior sister to lend a helping hand and save people's lives!"
This voice was sent out from afar. The two female monks in front of the Zangxiu Pavilion Mountain Gate were hard-hearted and sneered. However, they followed quietly. Su Yuehan, who was hiding in the distance and watching all this, couldn't help but her eyes were covered with tears, and her vision was a little blurred. Vague.
This is exactly what it is: a long journey through three mountains, and a dangerous journey thousands of miles away. On a snowy night in Lingshan Mountain, a stranger is alone. Although they are far apart from flesh and blood, they are still close to children and servants. It's just wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.
Looking from a distance, Li Chengfeng's figure is so small and helpless, so lonely and fragile, but at this moment, in Su Yuehan's heart, he is so tall and upright, and he will be dignified. He was placed on the ground and trampled into the dust, but his character rose up in Su Yuehan's heart like never before.