Evening Snow

Chapter 10: Thousand years of snow

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How could a crane get angry or drunk? Could it have drunk a high-concentration liquor that could directly ignite a fire

Qian Yuexi was silent for a moment, then slowly glanced at the word "天" written on the entrance to the cave, and then spoke: "No offense, fellow Daoist, would you mind letting me in?"

Zong Ci felt guilty about being caught. When he heard Qian Yuexi's voice, he immediately replied subconsciously, "It's convenient, of course it's convenient."

The leader of Tianji Sect came personally to look for his pet crane. That was too much! Zong Ci was so anxious that his palms were sweating. He didn't have time to think so much.

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized—

It would be rather rude to greet guests at a time like this.

He was still soaking in the spiritual spring, wearing only an undergarment.

Thinking of this, Zong Ci looked down again. He saw that his pure white undergarment was soaked by the warm spring water, and it was all sticky to his body. It was like he was not wearing any clothes, and it became vague.

He immediately grabbed the wall of the spring and began to try to pull his entire body down.

As a result, when Zong Ci was performing this operation, he suddenly heard the sound of a wheelchair turning.

Zongci: !!!

He had been relatively calm, but when he heard the sound he was startled and lost his grip on the pool wall, falling face first into the water, causing a violent shock that dragged several herbs into the pool, splashing water everywhere.

“Gulululu—”

He struggled hard in the water and swallowed several mouthfuls of hot water, but the pool wall was slippery and he couldn't hold on even with his spiritual power.

Just when Zong Ci was filled with despair, he was brought out of the water by an extremely gentle force. In a trance, he could still feel a slightly cold and powerful touch.

In the mist, he vaguely saw the leader of the Tianji Sect sitting not far from him. He flipped one hand, and spiritual power wrapped around him like a silk thread, slowly lifting him up and floating him on the water again.

"Thank you for your help, Master."

When Zong Ci stabilized his body and lay down beside the spring, he realized that the situation had become more difficult to resolve.

After all this, his already thin undershirt became loose and drooped on his body, exposing a large area of his chest. So in order to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, Zong Ci could only hug the cobblestone in front of him as tightly as possible and lower his body.

This kind of suffocating embarrassing moment is rare in Zong Ci's two lifetimes. He made mistakes again and again in front of Qian Yuexi, and he even suspected that he and the leader of Tianji Sect were incompatible.

It was because Zong Ci was trying hard to avoid embarrassment that he did not notice the momentary unnaturalness of the Tianji Sect Master.

Although he has reached the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, Qian Yuexi rarely keeps his spiritual consciousness open like other powerful beings of the same level. First, his strength has reached a certain level, his body is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is invulnerable to water and fire, so few people can get close to him; second, he is close to being able to see through the secrets of heaven, and if he puts everything under the control of his spiritual consciousness, it will lose a lot of meaning.

Therefore, in Qian Yuexi's world, it is not all colorful created by divine consciousness, but rather there is more almost monotonous darkness.

Because the sound of falling into the water just now was too sudden, Qian Yuexi subconsciously expanded his spiritual sense and pulled the young man out from under the spiritual spring.

The boy was soaked all over, his pale skin was dyed with a bright color, and his eyebrows seemed to be burned bright red by the scorching temperature, like peach blossoms blooming in the spring breeze, alluring and captivating.

Qian Yuexi was stunned for a moment, as if he had been burned, and quickly withdrew his consciousness.

For some reason, his mind was filled with the black hair winding down his back, clinging to the edge of the boy's beautifully shaped face.

Even in the darkness, the scene was so dazzling that even the leader of the Tianji Sect felt helpless for the first time in a long time.

However, this kind of helplessness was accompanied by a fatal familiarity that was almost certain. It was so familiar that Qian Yuexi didn't dare to think about it deeply.

His five slender fingers were tightly clasped on the armrest, and a light white color appeared on his fingertips.

Qian Yuexi would only lose control like this towards one person, not to mention that he has now cultivated to the eighth level of his mental method, which is similar to the state of being calm and understanding the world.

In other words, every leader of the Tianji Sect will only lose control over one person, and that is the only unavoidable disaster in their life.

Both of them had their own thoughts. For a moment, the whole courtyard suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The Changshenghe, who was lying on the ground and was unexpectedly forgotten by the two, said: "...Quack!"

It would have been fine if it hadn't made a sound, but as soon as it made a sound it attracted Zong Ci's scattered thoughts.

"I'm sorry, because I didn't know it couldn't eat ginseng fruit, so-"

Looking at the crane rolling around on the ground as if it had drunk fake wine, the young man's face became embarrassed and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's.

The man in white clothes and black hair did not speak. He moved his fingers and the silk thread made of spiritual power sank into the body of the Changsheng Crane.

He opened the long bird's beak again and saw that there was still some ginseng fruit juice left around it. He then looked into He Shisi's lifeless and timid little eyes. What else was there that he didn't understand

In the final analysis, it was because Qian Yuexi did not discipline these immortal cranes on weekdays, allowing them to fly around the villages around Tianshan Mountain and act arrogantly. Crane Fourteen was greedy more than once or twice. He was the most beautiful among the whole group of cranes. He was also vaguely like a small leader and had the most reckless and arrogant personality.

Thinking of this, Qian Yuexi casually reached into the void of air, took out a medicine bottle, stuffed a pill in it, and gave it to He Shisi to digest.

Zong Ci, who still wanted to shrink himself back into the pool, opened his eyes wide with mixed feelings.

The pill that had just been poured out had a medicinal aroma as soon as it was exposed to the air. Even around the spiritual spring filled with rare treasures, it could not be concealed. It was obvious at first glance that it was a pill of the earth level or above.

Such a pill is used to heal a crane...

Zong Ci felt the long-lost heartache, especially since he was still a poor man in his whole life, the contrast seemed even more tragic.

After doing all this slowly and calmly, the leader of Tianji Sect turned his head slightly and spoke in a sincere tone.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining you properly, causing He Shisi to cause trouble for you, fellow Taoist."

Although the food, clothing and daily necessities of Tianji Sect are all top-notch, the disciples rarely go out into the world. Although Qian Yuexi is not in the game, he has a keen insight into worldly affairs and knows what is going on in the world without leaving home.

Tianji Sect has no shortage of 10,000-year-old ginseng fruits, but if they are put outside, they will be a treasure that everyone will fight for. So, he also proposed his intention to compensate according to the price.

"Compensation is too polite. I was wrong in the first place... I was the one who made the decision before—"

Zong Ci was halfway through his speech and wanted to call her "senior". But for some reason, looking at Qian Yuexi's beautiful face in the sunlight, he suddenly couldn't say it and changed his name to "... It ate happily during the sect master's sermon, so I thought it usually eats this."

Zong Ci knew about the Immortal Crane eating Tianshan Snow Lotus in his previous life. As a Qi Refining Stage disciple, he should not know the details of the diet of such a rare spiritual beast.

In fact, Zong Ci didn't know that the Changsheng Crane would actually be interested in the ginseng fruit. He saw the crane accurately pick out the ginseng fruit from the snow lotus pile in the jade box and eat it so happily, so he had a preconceived idea that the Tianji Sect would occasionally change their taste. He didn't expect that it almost caused a disaster.

Each of these cranes is the face of the Tianji Sect. The Sect Master came to see them in person even though one of them was missing, which shows how important they are. If something happened to Zong Ci, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Zong Ci glared fiercely at the crane that was still half-dead on the ground, like a drunk crane.

He Shisi was completely unaware. It flapped its wings and moved crookedly to Zong Ci's side. It stretched out its slender neck and rubbed his fingertips.

"They usually only eat Tianshan Snow Lotus, and it likes you very much."

Qian Yuexi changed the subject, "It's rare to see He Shisi being so close to others."

"Really?" Zong Ci scratched He Shisi's chin doubtfully, earning him a very cold glance.

Just when he was addicted to masturbating, Qian Yuexi finally made up his mind.

"I am not very talented, but I have some knowledge of medicine, maybe I can help you a little."

This is a bit of an understatement. Qian Yuexi learns everything very quickly. He has read through all the medical books collected in the Tianji Sect over a long period of time. Although he has basically no practical experience, it is no exaggeration to say that he is as good as the Huangdi in medical techniques.

If there were any children from the Tianji Sect here, they would be stunned.

Qian Yuexi likes quietness the most. In the past, he had to send away the servants when he made tea and tuned the piano on the top of the snowy mountain, let alone he took the initiative to ask for contact with others.

"good."

Unexpectedly, the boy agreed to his request straightforwardly.

Zong Ci raised one hand and spread out his palm.

He originally thought that Qian Yuexi would continue to unfold the spiritual power thread, but he did not expect to hear the sound of the wooden wheel rolling gently.

The leader of the Tianji Sect stopped in front of him, very close to him.

The man sitting in the wheelchair had a dignified and noble demeanor, with a simple gold pendant wrapped around his black hair. His voice was gentle without any ups and downs, as if he was wearing a calm mask.

The wheelchair stopped.

Qian Yuexi bent down slightly.

His long hair hung down in strands, almost covering the boy completely. His eyelashes swept down like crow feathers, revealing a peaceful and beautiful feeling of time.

Zong Ci raised his eyes, but could only see the faint light of heaven shining through the gaps between the black hair, which forced him to look up.

The world's evaluation of the leader of Tianji Sect is always: the person who is closest to the way of heaven, almost like a banished immortal. Just like the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, he is an existence that is within reach but unattainable.

He looked at the narrow and tightly closed eyes in front of him, and in a trance he recalled the pair of purple eyes that seemed to be filled with the starlight of the Tianshan Mountains.

While Zong Ci was in a daze, Qian Yuexi's mood was far from being as peaceful as he appeared to be. Even his fingertips under his wide sleeves were trembling slightly, and his eyelashes were fluttering.

Wearing the same clothes, living in the same cave they once lived in, and having similar names, all of this can be explained by "coincidence."

But the lingering intense palpitations, like a familiar feeling like a maggot on the tarsal bone, could only make Qian Yuexi think of one possibility.

In fact, this mysterious premonition had already arisen when Qian Yuexi first saw Zong Ci.

But he didn't dare to think too deeply about it.

The feeling of hope turning into disappointment is too painful, especially for Qian Yuexi who has tasted the pain of heartbreak countless times. No one can understand the pain that he has tasted and pondered over and over again for thousands of years.

But when this omen became more and more obvious, he still couldn't control that tiny hope.

There are fifty great ways, forty-nine derived from heaven, and one is hidden.

On that snowy night, Qian Yuexi gave up everything she had just to try to get that person a glimmer of hope.

He once thought hopefully: Heaven cannot be so ruthless that it would not show favoritism to a person who saves all living things.

But on that night a thousand years ago, the endless snow seemed to have no end, falling from the sky to the bottom of his heart.

Qian Yuexi was almost trembling as her cold fingers accurately clasped the boy's slender wrist and she used her spiritual sense to investigate carefully.

The lifeline is the death gate for cultivators. If Ling Yun is really not dead, even if he has switched to the ghost path or the devil path, Qian Yuexi will be able to know it at the first time.

Unfortunately, after the spiritual consciousness circled around the young man's fragile meridians, it still found nothing, like a stone sinking into the sea.

It's just a simple physical illness, nothing else.

Qian Yuexi's heart sank back to the bottom again.

He was silent for a long time, then he exhaled softly, "I'll write a prescription for you, fellow Taoist."

Tianji Sect has some good prescriptions that may be of some help to this young man.

Just as Qian Yuexi withdrew his hand, the previously obscured vision quietly revealed itself.

In order to cooperate with his movements, the boy slightly raised his upper body and was forced to look up, revealing his beautiful and slender neck.

Below the neck, the wet and messy collar was opened wide, revealing large areas of skin.

Faintly, Qian Yuexi saw the winding dragon mark on the boy's heart.