It was colder in the middle of the night, and the snow and ice beside the abandoned well were as frozen as solid rocks.
A small hand appeared at the edge of the well. Under the illumination of the imperial city lights, it was very white, even whiter than the snow and ice in the sky, as if it was also colder.
With the strength of that little hand, the ice and snow shattered, and a little girl crawled out of the well. This scene really resembled a horror story.
The little girl stood in the snow, her breath met the air, and it turned into a cloud of ice crystals, not because her breath was hot, but because it was too cold.
She was wearing a black dress, a little tattered and very old, very eye-catching in the snow-white eyes.
After hundreds of years, Zhizhi finally left the gloomy underground world, which was extremely cramped for her, and came to the real world.
At this time, the human world has long forgotten the extremely violent Xuanshuang dragon that was rumored back then, and she is also full of strange feelings about the human world at this time.
Her soul was once forcibly pulled out of the dragon body by the Holy Empress of Tianhai, entered the black jade wishful, and accompanied Chen Changsheng to the Zhou Garden. During those days, she had seen the streets of Kyoto and the green trees by the lake. , the prosperity of Wenshui and the valley under the twilight, but she is still unfamiliar with everything in front of her.
At this time, she is not a ray of spirit, but real and complete.
Her bare feet could clearly feel the soft touch and warmth from the snow.
The tips of her hair can clearly feel the softness and comfort brought by the winter wind.
She can see the real wind and snow with her own eyes instead of her consciousness, she can even see the real starry sky behind the snow clouds, the stars that have not been seen for hundreds of years, so you are still in the same position, scattered with the same beauty Yinhui, the hometown of the Southern Islands will still be the same as before
The sense of strangeness and reality kept entangled and collided in her consciousness, and then turned into the most real timidity.
She didn't know that in the near future, she would become a new legend in the human world. Although as a noble and powerful dragon, her existence itself was a legend to the human race, she was just afraid of this strange world.
——This world is a world of people, a world full of people, and people are what she fears most.
No matter noble or humble, strong or weak, life is always habitually trying to find the most familiar support when it is most fragile, bewildered, and fearful. That support may be a tree, a stone, or A window, or maybe a person.
Zhou Tong was already in a trance before he died, and he only knew to crawl to Beibingmasi Hutong.
There was only one person's name in her consciousness at this time, and that was Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng is the life she is most familiar with and trusts the most in this world, and for some secret reasons, she insisted that he was responsible for her, so after she regained her senses, she walked towards the not far away without hesitation. Walking towards the Orthodox Academy where he was, he made a clear track on the snow with his bare feet.
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The Orthodox Academy and the adjacent Baicao Garden are now heavily guarded. The cavalry of the state church and the army of the imperial court blocked the entire block, and they faced each other silently according to their respective camps. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and no one knew what would happen in the next moment.
The situation in Kyoto is constantly changing. With the return of His Majesty the Pope to Xinghai, people don't know what to do, but people's judgments are slowly tilting towards the court. The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy keep leaving, and now they are still staying. The number of people was less than one-third of the original number, and the eighteen girls from Nanxizhai and Su Moyu naturally stayed, but they knew very well that they could no longer influence the next thing, the two who could really decide the ending Personally, I am under the big banyan tree by the lake.
There is no sleep in Kyoto tonight, because many people know that the master and apprentice are in the final negotiation.
There has been a lot of wind and snow in the past few days. The National Education College, like other places in Kyoto, has accumulated a thick layer of snow. The withered grass by the lake has been completely covered up. Only some withered grass tips can be seen in the slightly raised places, giving people a sense of awe. A particularly stubborn feeling.
The leaves of the big banyan tree had already fallen, but the bare branches were still strong enough to withstand many people standing on them.
Chen Changsheng was not on the tree, but standing in the snow under the tree, because his teacher was also standing in the snow.
This was the first time the master and apprentice met each other after that morning in Tianshu Mausoleum. They passed each other on the Shinto that time, as if they were strangers, without looking sideways. This time they really looked at each other, and they could clearly see how the current opponent and Xining Town have changed.
Chen Changsheng is already the Pope, but instead of wearing a divine robe, a divine crown, and a divine staff, he wears the uniform of the Orthodox Academy. His black hair is meticulously combed, and he is tied into a simple bun, passing through the The black hair is not a precious ebony fork, but an ordinary wooden chopstick.
Shang Xingzhou's hair is full of black, not frosty, and combed meticulously. His brows and eyes are full of nobility and calmness, indescribably chic and casual, but his clothes are also very simple, just a blue Taoist robe, as if he is not Not the real first person in the world, but just an ordinary Taoist priest.
If anyone sees this scene, they should have a feeling that the master and apprentice are actually very similar in a sense. This similarity is not only in the appearance, but also in the deep indifference and concealment between the eyebrows and eyes. A sense of alienation beneath a calm exterior.
Chen Changsheng was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
He hadn't spoken to the man standing across the snow in years. To a monk, a few years is a very short time, but he always feels that it is a long time, so long that the memories related to the old temple in Xining Town have become a little blurred, at least some aspects of the memories are difficult to trace.
He still clearly remembers the mottled traces on the wall after the Daozang from the old temple was moved away. He still clearly remembers that the night before he left, his brother fried four plates of green vegetables with different styles and tastes. I put a lot of garlic, but I forgot what I said to Master at the end.
At this time, Shang Xingzhou spoke.
"I picked you up from the stream, although I knew you would be in that stream in advance, but without me, you would either be drowned by the stream, or eaten by the old dragon, anyway, I saved you One life, and I raised it, so your life is mine."
Tonight is the last night, tomorrow will be a new day, the same new day as countless days in the past, but it is the first day of the new continent. This conversation in the snow will determine whether people in Kyoto and even the entire continent can usher in the sunrise of the New Year in peace and joy as they have done in the past few years.
No one expected that the conversation would start so abruptly and proceed so forcefully that the opening remarks sounded like closing remarks.