Moonlight and wind

Shan Zimo touched the thin clothes on his body. The snow-white robe blended in with the surrounding snow. The fabric was of high quality, and the dragon scale pattern embroidered on it was faintly visible in the sunlight.

"Wearing these in such a cold day? It's too little!" Shan Zimo was shivering with cold. He looked at Shan Boyu beside him, who was wearing a thin light blue robe, but was as tough as pine and cypress, and showed no fear of the cold at all.

"Aren't you cold?" Shan Zimo almost curled up into a ball. "Is this cold? Have you forgotten that year when you were undergoing the trial in Hanyu Lake, the lake was three feet thick with ice, and the hall master dug a hole in the ice for you. You stayed in it for a day and a night, and you didn't even complain about the cold. This little bit of cold is nothing." Shan Boyu shook his head proudly, his hands on his hips, and exhaled a large amount of mist from his mouth.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! I'm freezing, let's go back and find me a warm place." Shan Zimo stretched out his almost frozen hands to pull Shan Boyu's wide sleeves. "Then let's go back and get on the horse!" After saying that, Shan Boyu lightly jumped onto a tall horse with a shoulder height of two meters.

Shan Zimo raised his head and looked at his horse, which was at least 2.6 meters tall. He was 1.9 meters tall, but he only reached the horse's belly. "How about we take a walk to keep warm?" Shan Zimo looked at Shan Boyu riding high on the horse, feeling a little worried.

As he was speaking, Shan Boyu slapped his head and jumped off the horse. "Look at my brain. The young master just fell off the horse. He must be injured. Come, let me help the young master get on the horse!"

"Or, you can take me with you on horseback?" Shan Zimo said weakly.

Shan Boyu was about to help the young master's hand when he froze there, with a look of disbelief on his face. "Well... young master, do you want to sit in the front, or... in the back?"

"Hurry up, back there!" Shan Boyu had no choice but to jump on the horse, and gently pulled Shan Zimo onto the horse's back. "Well... Young Master, how about you hold on to me? The mountain road is bumpy, be careful not to fall off the horse again."

Shan Boyu took the young master's horse with him. Shan Zimo, who was behind him, could feel the heat from Shan Boyu's body when he approached him, and unconsciously leaned towards Shan Boyu again, and finally his whole body was pressed against Shan Boyu's back. Shan Boyu was so nervous that his whole body was stiff, and he walked carefully all the way to the sect.

As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, Shan Zimo heard the sound of fighting and looked forward with his head tilted. A sect built on the mountain, with mountains on three sides and a cliff on one side. The winding stone steps extended from the foot of the mountain to the top. The white marble and wooden structure of the building was simple and elegant, with the eaves and corners looming in the sea of ​​clouds. The whole sect was integrated with the snow-capped mountains, giving people a sense of transcendence.

As he was staring blankly at the scene, the sound of fighting suddenly stopped. Shan Zimo looked up and saw a towering white marble mountain gate, supported by two huge stone pillars. Ancient Chinese characters were engraved on the gate, but the characters were blurred due to the passage of time. On both sides of the mountain gate, there were two three-meter-tall stone lion statues, majestic and domineering. On the mountain gate, there was a large plaque with three large characters "Xueyingtang".

"Welcome, young master!" The sudden voice brought Shan Zimo back to his senses. "Young master, it's time to get off the horse!" Shan Boyu said softly to Shan Zimo behind him. Shan Zimo slid off the horse with difficulty, and two young disciples in green clothes ran up and supported Shan Zimo who was still not able to stand steadily.

Shan Boyu jumped off the horse, handed the two horses to a hunchbacked old man, and urged Shan Zimo: "Young master, let's go quickly!" In front of the mountain gate, there were all kinds of people, with different weapons in their hands, and without exception, they were staring at Shan Zimo with a covetous look.

Shan Zimo's heart tightened: "Do I have so many enemies?" The two blue-clothed disciples pushed aside the crowd to make a path for them and led the way.

After passing the crowd, there was another sound of fighting behind him. Shan Zimo looked back and saw a group of blue-clothed disciples fighting with them. There were dozens of blue-clothed disciples standing in line with swords in their hands. If someone was defeated, another blue-clothed disciple would take over.

"What are you doing?" Shan Zimo asked. "Young Master, have you forgotten? These are all scattered sects in the martial arts world. The Emperor Wu once issued an order that those who want to establish a gang must obtain the approval of the world's number one sect, which is our Xueying Hall. It's like a weasel asking for silence. As long as we get a word from our hall master, the gang will be established!" Shan Boyu said proudly.

"Then why are we fighting here?" "Young Master, you still have the nerve to say that? Isn't this the rule you set?" Shan Boyu quietly rolled his eyes at him.

"What rules did I set?" "It's over, I'm really stupid!" Shan Boyu spread his hands, "Young Master, you set up five checkpoints, and this mountain gate is the first checkpoint, which is guarded by our sect's martial artists. These blue-clothed disciples are all newcomers to the sect..."

Before Shan Boyu could finish, Shan Zimo, panting, had just walked up a flight of stone steps. Holding Shan Boyu with one hand, he looked up at the endless white marble steps ahead and said, "No! No! I'm cold and tired now, and I can't climb anymore. Where are our horses? Let's ride them!"

"Young master, according to the rules of our sect, you are not allowed to ride after dismounting at the mountain gate." "Which idiot made up this rule?" "Or you, young master." Shan Boyu looked at the speechless young master with a speechless expression.

"Let's go, we've only just arrived. There are still six thousand stone steps to go!" After hearing this, Shan Zimo collapsed to the ground.

"Someone come! Carry the young master up the mountain!" Shan Boyu shouted loudly. Several green-clothed disciples came running from the foot of the mountain, and several Xuanying disciples came running up the mountain. Two disciples formed a group, put their hands together to make a carrying frame, and lifted Shan Zimo up. Then they ran up the mountain at a trot.

At the second mountain gate, the blue-clothed disciple put Shan Zimo down, bowed and said goodbye, and went down the mountain again. The Xuanying disciple from the second mountain gate lifted Shan Zimo up and continued to go up the mountain, faster than the blue-clothed disciple. Shan Zimo felt the cold wind blowing even harder on his face.

At the three mountain gates, several female disciples of Hanyu greeted the young master respectfully, and then they pretended to lift Shan Zimo up. Shan Zimo took a step back and waved his hand, saying, "This is inappropriate!"

"Then the young master can walk the next three thousand stone steps by himself!" "Thank you, sisters!" Shan Zimo was so embarrassed that he covered his face and sat on the handrails set up by the female disciple of Hanyu. As soon as he took a step, Shan Zimo was almost thrown off. He was so scared that he quickly held the shoulders of the female disciple, "I'm sorry, sisters."

I walked all the way to the last mountain gate, where only one person came to greet me.

"Who is that?" Shan Zimo pointed at the young disciple in plain brocade at the mountain gate and asked. "He is the third one! Zijun!" "Then which one are you?" "This... I am not on the list..." "Then who are you?" "It's over, I can't escape this beating! Young master can't even remember me! I am your personal attendant!" Shan Boyu looked like he was in great trouble.

When he came to the third disciple Zijun, a small man who just reached his chest and looked thin and weak, he looked at Shan Zimo with a silly smile and said, "Young Master, I will carry you up the mountain." "I'm afraid of crushing you..."

"Master, it's okay, don't worry." He said with a silly smile, while grabbing Shan Zimo's arm with one hand. Shan Zimo felt that he was lifted up, drew a circle in the air, and then lay steadily on Zijun's back, like a gust of wind, whoosh! Zijun rushed out, and Shan Boyu chased after him!

Finally, Zijun stopped in front of a majestic palace. Shan Zimo slid off his back and knelt down to vomit violently. Shan Boyu also ran up behind him panting. Looking at Zijun again, he was still looking at Shan Zimo, who was lying on the ground, with a silly smile on his face.

Shan Zimo raised his head with difficulty and looked at the hall in front of him. There was a large plaque with "Xue Ji Hall" written on it. This was the main hall of Xueying Hall.

Shan Boyu helped Shan Zimo up and walked inside. In the lobby, a graceful middle-aged man was drinking tea. He was wearing a snowy robe embroidered with a silver dragon pattern. His face was elegant and refined, and his eyes revealed a gentle temperament like jade. Judging from his clothes, he should be an important person.

"When I see the hall master later, the young master will have to say a few more words for me, so that I won't get beaten again." Shan Boyu said softly. Shan Zimo thought: "This man must be the hall master, the father of the master of my body!"

Shan Zimo and the other man stepped into the lobby. Shan Zimo shouted to the middle-aged man, "Dad, I'm back!" After hearing this, the man spat out a mouthful of tea, wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth and said, "Zimo, I'm your second uncle!"