Luo Jinxiao slept for a long time in the wind and snow. He didn't know what time it was. He didn't want to sleep anymore, so he stood up from the ice bed, opened the door and walked into the wind and snow.
The biting cold like a knife made her shiver. She raised her hand and gathered spiritual power at her fingertips to use for lighting, and went to look at the snowmen in front of the door. Although they were a little crooked, they were standing very steadily.
The biggest snowman has two red cheeks and a silly and charming look.
"The snow is blown down from high above. It's been a cold snap lately, and the winds are raging. We might as well move it indoors."
The voice came from behind. Luo Jinxiao turned around and saw the sect leader standing behind her. Her white clothes were flying everywhere. Her silver hair almost blended with the wind and snow. She looked very thin and cold.
Luo Jinxiao curled his lips slightly and shook his head: "Nothing, if you fall, I will pick you up again."
The sect leader took a few steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with her on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dark mountains and rivers below. The scenery was the same every day, without the slightest change, as if there was a landscape painting hanging there, staring at it all day long.
Ke Luo still likes to stand here and watch day after day.
"Do you miss that person?" the sect leader asked.
Luo Jinxiao tilted his head to look at her and just smiled without saying anything.
"Master, how is Zhaozhao doing recently?" Luo Jinxiao asked.
"I've said it many times, I'm no longer the Sect Master, call me Bei Sang." The Sect Master sighed, his eyes vaguely sad, "The last of her soul will disappear soon."
She had been guarding it for decades, but it was still meaningless.
Luo Jinxiao's eyes were filled with compassion. She took off her coat, gently placed it on the leader's shoulder, and smiled, "Then let's go see her again?"
The sect leader coughed lightly and agreed.
Ever since she helped Luo Jinxiao save someone that day, her health has not been as good as before. She didn't know if it was because of her age or because she hadn't practiced for a long time, but she suddenly consumed a lot of energy and has not been able to recover.
Luo Jinxiao saw it all and felt very guilty, so he never mentioned wanting to leave.
Although the longing in her heart has not diminished in the slightest with the passage of time, she often imagines what kind of life Qu Weiyin is living at the foot of the mountain and whether he has forgotten her.
The Wuhui Sect has had successive generations, and I wonder how many familiar new disciples have come.
Luo Jinxiao took one last look at the snowman with rosy cheeks, then helped the sect leader into the cave.
The cave was no different from five years ago, except that there was a big furry cat beside it. Compared to five years ago, Qiongqi had grown a lot bigger, and Luo Jinxiao could no longer hold her.
But at the same time, she also lost weight, and her hair grew more vigorous to keep out the cold. This made Luo Jinxiao sigh that animals' adaptability was much better than hers.
Zhao Zhao lay there as usual, motionless. The sect leader lifted up his skirt, knelt beside the coffin, and stared at her.
"Once her last bit of soul disappears, her physical body will no longer be saved." The sect leader's voice was soft, yet filled with infinite sadness.
She just lay beside the coffin, staring at Zhaozhao intently, but after a few decades, she had almost forgotten her voice, appearance and smile.
If even Zhao Zhao's body was gone, what would she be able to remember in the future
She didn't know how long she looked before she raised her head. She saw Luo Jinxiao sitting next to her, leaning against the coffin, staring at the dark entrance, wondering what he was thinking.
"Your clothes are much smaller." The leader said.
Luo Jinxiao's attention was drawn back by her words. She moved her eyes to her sleeves and then smiled: "This dress was given to me by Junior Uncle-Master. It is indeed quite old."
At this moment, someone suddenly ran in from outside the cave. It was the old woman. She looked a little flustered, with a few flakes of snow on her gray hair. She said in a panic, "There's something wrong with the sect master's barrier. A big bird broke in."
"Big bird?" The sect leader frowned slightly, slowly stood up and walked out of the cave, "How could there be a problem with the barrier?"
"Hey!" Luo Jinxiao quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Master, I'll go."
The sect leader paused and nodded. She looked at Luo Jinxiao and said, "Well, this is a good opportunity to test your cultivation level and see how far you have come."
Luo had work to do tonight, and he immediately became full of energy. He ran out of the cave and into the snow.
"Master, that bird looks like it has evil spirit. Aren't you afraid that it will get hurt?" The old woman followed him out with a worried look on her face.
The sect leader shook his head and raised his thin lips: "The spiritual energy of Nandou Peak nourishes people, and she cultivates quickly. Her cultivation has increased a lot over the years. Don't underestimate her."
The old woman nodded half-believingly: "But why can't I see Miss Luo's cultivation level?"
"Someone put a spell on her. You can't see it, but I can."
As Luo Jinxiao just walked out of the door, a huge bird's wings flapped over there, blowing up the snow on the ground and making it hard for people to see clearly. Luo Jinxiao jumped up on the spot, and Wu Jue suddenly appeared under her feet, allowing her to stand firm in the strong wind.
There were many golden feathers scattered on the snow. Luo Jinxiao felt very familiar with them. She looked up and was very surprised. Isn't this the golden eagle of Qu Chengzhou five years ago
It turns out that it was not bitten to death by Qiongqi and is still alive today.
But for some reason, it seemed to be possessed by evil spirit and turned from a spiritual beast into a demon beast. Its golden feathers turned black and it kept circling and chirping in the air.
It aimed at Luo Jinxiao again, swooping down with a strong turbid air, as if it was determined to swallow her into its stomach.
Luo Jinxiao was just confused but not afraid. She transformed her right hand into an ice blade and swung it backhand. The ice blade rolled up the ice and snow and almost cut off the golden eagle's wings.
The golden eagle was huge but very agile. It dodged the ice blade, opened its beak wide, and black gas gushed out of it. When Luo Jinxiao saw the evil spirit, her eyes instantly became sharp. She put away the ice blade, grabbed Wu Jue in her hand, and floated in the air.
"It's the devil again." She spoke angrily. Wu Jue turned twice and suddenly, the snowflakes around her seemed to be controlled by her. After pausing for a moment, they swirled together and turned into densely packed knife tips, all rushing towards the golden eagle.
The golden eagle had nowhere to hide and could only use its hard feathers to block Luo Jinxiao's attacks. After a series of loud crackling sounds, it looked up again and saw Wu Jue, who was shining with cold light, already in front of it.
The next moment, the golden eagle didn't even have time to make a cry before its head was cut off by Wu Jue. Its huge body glided with the wind and then fell into the snow, leaving behind a very long bloody road.
Luo Jinxiao then slowly landed on the ground, standing tall and slender on the top of the frozen mountain, her green clothes swaying behind her and her long black hair flying.
She snorted lightly, spread her hands and took back Wu Jue, and chanted a spell, and the golden eagle's corpse lying in the snow was plucked of its feathers, turning into an enormous hairless chicken.
Knowing that the person she hated the most was Qu Chengzhou, this fool dared to bump into her, he deserved it. Luo Jinxiao thought fiercely.
Qiongqi was awakened by the noise. He ran out happily, swallowed the bird's head in one gulp, then rushed towards the bird's body that was as big as a hill, wagging his tail, and started to bite it.
Luo Jinxiao was covered in snow by her claws. She had no choice but to cover her eyes and said with a smile, "Eat slowly. Be careful not to choke."
During the past five years, the mountain was bare and there was little food, so this guy was starving to death. Now he has changed his picky eating habits and only wants to eat grass.
But her sleeve had just been cut by the golden eagle's feathers. She touched it with heartache and would have to mend it when she got back.
Luo Jinxiao walked back to the ice room and entered the cave, but just after entering the door
, I felt that the atmosphere was very wrong.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran a few steps, half-crouched beside the Sect Master, leaned over to look at her face, and said worriedly: "Sect Master, what are you doing..."
The old woman at the side wiped her tears and shook her head, saying, "Miss Luo, Zhao Zhao's last soul has also passed away."
Luo Jinxiao's heart, which had just seemed to be somewhat relaxed, suddenly fell to the bottom. She hurried to look inside the coffin, only to see that the originally beautiful and delicate girl was rapidly aging, and finally turned into crystal powder, rising in the air and gradually dissipating.
Even Luo Jinxiao, who had never seen Zhao Zhao alive, felt a pain in his heart after seeing such a scene.
The expression of the sect leader standing aside was very calm. He looked up at the place where Zhao Zhao disappeared. His glass-like eyes reflected the starlight, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.
After a long time, a tear slid down her pale cheek.
"I've expected this day to come." The sect leader's pink lips were now completely bloodless. As she spoke, her body was swaying.
"It's time for her to go," she said again, then slowly stood up, holding onto the coffin.
Before she could stand completely, she fell forward. Luo Jinxiao quickly stood up and supported her. Over the years, the sect leader not only did not treat her badly, but also taught her many cultivation techniques. She had long regarded her as a teacher.
Now seeing her so miserable and desolate, I feel very uncomfortable, but I don’t know how to comfort her.
She unconsciously thought of Qu Weiyin and wondered if she was also as sad.
Five years of longing day and night reached its peak at this moment.
"Master, please take care of yourself!" The old woman also hobbled forward, wiping her tears with her withered hands.
"I'm fine." The sect leader gritted her teeth, not letting her grief show too obviously. She pushed Luo Jinxiao away and slowly walked out of the cave.
Luo Jinxiao was worried that she would faint, so he followed her all the time. He only sat beside her after the sect leader lay back on the ice bed.
"You don't have to stay with me. I want to be alone." The sect leader's voice was no longer as ethereal as usual.
"The Sect Master has been alone for decades, and he's had enough." Luo Jinxiao said bravely. She took out a handkerchief from her purse and gently wiped away the tears for the Sect Master.
The sect leader stopped talking. She lay flat on her back, her silver hair flowing like light, spread out on the crystal ice bed. When she closed her eyes, Luo Jinxiao had the illusion that she was gone too.
Luo Jinxiao didn't dare to leave, so he just sat beside her and waited for her to wake up.
The wind and snow blew outside all night and finally stopped early the next morning. The fiery red sunlight was reflected by the white snow, making the outside of the house brighter than usual.
When the sect leader opened her eyes, Luo Jinxiao was carving a small ice man. There were several of them neatly placed on the ground in front of her.
"Master, you're awake." Luo Jinxiao smiled.
The sect leader was stunned for a moment, then looked away and pointed at the little ice man: "Who are these?"
Luo Jinxiao was quite excited. She picked up the most exquisite and beautiful one, held it in her palm and showed it to the Sect Master, smiling: "This is my Junior Uncle. Look, she has the most exquisite body and the most beautiful appearance."
The sect leader looked at the ice man in her hand and coughed.
Luo Jinxiao happily took Qu Weiyin's little ice man into his arms, then picked up another square-faced one and said, "This is my master, his face is as black as charcoal."
"This is Lu Fanzhi, my good friend. This is Luo Ning, my sister and the only family I have in the world."
"What about what's in your hand?" asked the sect leader.
"This is you." Luo Jinxiao handed the ice man he was carving to the sect leader.
The iceman was only half carved, the lower part had not yet taken shape, and his hair was very long, dragging on the ground.
"Not bad." The sect leader said softly.
Luo Jinxiao looked at her worriedly and asked, "Master, how are you?"
"Nothing, just like usual." said the sect leader. Perhaps years of sadness had made her numb, or perhaps this day was really no different from the previous ones, because Zhao Zhao had died long ago.
"Do you really want to go down the mountain?" the sect leader suddenly asked.
Luo Jinxiao fell silent after hearing this. She held the ice girl who was singing Qu Weiyin in her arms and stroked her hair again and again.
She didn't really want to go down the mountain, as she could stand the loneliness very well.
But she really missed her, very much.