How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

The snow has been falling for two days.The old snow has not yet melted and is covered with new snow, and it has not cleared until today.The sun shone on the new snow, and the silver light reflected that the whole mountain seemed to be a little colder at this time, but the sound of reading was still heard in the warm scripture room.

Only today, there is one less person.

The morning check about the way home is as unpredictable as Schrödinger's cat. Before he appears at the door of the scripture room, whether he will come or not will always be in an uncertain state.However, there is something called Murphy's theorem, the more worried things are, the more things will happen. For example, Feng Heming has been worried that Master will come to check the morning class today, so Master really came.

"Heming," asked Wen on his way home and sat down slowly beside Feng Heming, "Don't you think there are two people missing from the scripture room today?"

Feng Heming was under indescribable pressure, silently closed the inner strength formula in his hand, and quietly tugged his sleeve to cover a bit of white cotton wool that was exposed: "...Master, the third junior brother has severe typhoid fever, and Dr. Qi said that he needs to rest."

"Ah," asked the way back with a look of understanding, "I know this. The three of you brothers and sisters hid outside the master's bedroom in the middle of the night the day before yesterday. You must have sweated afterwards? Well, it's winter, so it's true. It's almost freezing out."

As soon as these words came out, the sound of reading in the surrounding immediately dropped three degrees. All the juniors listened to the corner with their ears up. The disciple who was passed on by the head of the sect lay in ambush outside the master's room in the middle of the night, and was sweating all over. "I didn't appear in front of all the senior brothers for two full days!Not only intriguing but also thought-provoking!It can't be that the master punished him to run eight laps around the house in the middle of the night, right? !

Feng Heming was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder when he asked about the way home: "Heming, don't be so nervous, you haven't done anything wrong. Master is just a little doubtful, Aying has typhoid fever, how can you be so nervous? Shan didn’t come today, did he?”

The gossip of all the disciples is boiling, yes, why didn't the senior brother come? !

Feng Heming silently raised his head to look at the sky while everyone was staring at him: "Because of senior brother...he also has typhoid fever."

"Oh." Asking about the way home seemed to understand very well, "Didn't you brothers have any explanation for what happened when you squatted outside the teacher's room for so long the day before yesterday?"

Feng Heming thought to himself, “Isn’t it too late to make it up? The one in charge of pulling the calf fell ill when he came back, and the one who could bear the pressure the most went to take care of the pulling the calf. Pretend to be okay...

Asking on the way back with a sympathetic look: "It's okay, Heming, as a teacher, just ask casually, and you can come to find a teacher after Xiaoying has compiled a reason."

After speaking, it seemed to be intentional, but he raised his hand and patted Feng Heming's arm, right at the place where Dr. Qi had carefully wrapped his wound.The wind and the crane screamed, and Changyun Peak, which was quiet in the sunny day and the years, gave a frightened magpie and bird on the branch to fall down.

Dr. Qi felt that these boys in Lingxu Sword Sect were either stupid or stupid.Otherwise, she couldn't explain why Xingheying, a direct disciple of the head of Lingxu Sword Sect who possessed the orthodox unique knowledge of Lingxu Sword Sect, was able to suffer from typhoid fever because he couldn't regulate his true energy.And what she couldn't understand was why Xingheying hadn't recovered yet, and Jian Qianshan, who took care of him, also had typhoid fever?

Sitting in the medicine hut at the moment was Jian Qianshan, who was forced to drink a stomachful of medicinal soup under Dr. Qi's knife-like gaze, leaning against the window in a daze.Dr. Qi looked Jian Qianshan up and down, tapped the table with his long and slender index finger, and his eyes were as if tortured to extract a confession: "I asked you to take care of him, it seems that I didn't ask you to sick for him, right?"

However, Jian Qianshan was so dazed at this moment that he really couldn't notice the complicated emotions in Dr. Saki's eyes, so he replied in a daze: "Aying...he's almost fine...he's outside."

When he spoke, his voice was all nasal, and he knew how uncomfortable this person was.Dr. Qi sighed lowly: "Okay, don't talk anymore, find a place to sleep, and Gai Yanshi sweats a little..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Jian Qianshan had already fallen asleep leaning against the wall with his head on one side.

Oh, by the way, this child has been taking care of Xingheying, not to mention the cold, he is probably tired.Dr. Qi got up to shake him awake, but the big cat suddenly jumped to Jian Qianshan's feet and rubbed his calf.So Dr. Qi looked down at the tabby cat, and the cat raised its head and gave her two meows.

"Okay," Dr. Saki whispered, turning around and taking out a blanket.

There was a wind, and a few snowflakes fell down, sticking to the young man's snow-white skirt, and then he brushed it off with his hand.

Xingheying stood at the foot of Changyun Peak, leaning against snow bamboo in the sea of ​​thousands of leaning bamboos.There are no traces on the snow in front of me. This snow has been falling for two days, and with the strong wind, it is enough to cover everything——

Not everything, for example, if you push away the snow, you can still see the blood-stained ice.Maybe when the snow melts, the bloody water will turn into snowy water, and then seep into the ground without a trace.If you look back, you can still see blood splashes on the bamboo leaves, it is the backhand sword in Lingxu Sword Art, the bloodstain left by a sword piercing the heart.When the next spring begins, and the green bamboos are washed away by a rain, then all the traces here will disappear.

"The traces left by a person in the world can be dealt with with time and means." Xingheying reached out and plucked a bloody bamboo leaf, and suddenly raised his hand and threw it at Chang Ye opposite.A piece of bamboo leaf carried a piercing murderous aura, a sharpness flashed in Chang Ye's purple eyes, and he immediately made a move, pinching it with two fingers.His eyes stayed on the bloodstain, his blood-red eyelashes trembled, and then he lifted his clothes and knelt down on one knee in front of Xingheying:

"The subordinate is incompetent, confused by Chang Zhou's actions, and failed to protect the young master comprehensively. The subordinate is willing to accept the punishment."

Xingheying shook his head, with a smile still on his lips: "You don't understand what I'm talking about, Chang Ye... It's easy to destroy Chang Day's body, and it's easy to clean up the traces... But staying alone in this world It has been proved that it is not so simple."

Changye looked up at Xingheying, but Xingheying just reached out and took off a bamboo leaf and played with it between his fingers: "Changye, let me ask you, if you had to choose between Heaven's Destiny and Changzhou, who would you choose?"

"Of course it's destiny!" Changye stood up immediately, and felt that he was too out of shape and wanted to bend over, but Xingheying waved his hand to signal him not to:

"That's why, Changye. It's actually quite good for you to do this." Xingheying said, raised his hand and tore open the bamboo leaf, his eyes fell on the bamboo leaf, "I wanted to come to Lingxu Sword Gate, but you insisted on following me ...I thought you were annoying, so I casually talked about Changzhou's tampering with the life and death sign. It was my fault, and Changzhou hated me, and it should be right. You and Changzhou, originally...wouldn't be like this .”

Changye lowered his head and didn't speak for a while, a few strands of hair blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions.Xingheying was silent for a moment, threw away the bamboo leaf in his hand, and stood up straight:

"Go back Chang Ye...you are really good like this." He said it again, so Chang Ye really turned around and left, hearing the words behind him drifting along with the wind——

"You don't know what you lost on this snowy night, so you won't be too sad."