Sudden HE with the villain

The snowflakes in the Tianshan Mountains are as big as a mat, blowing down in pieces, and the wind is like a knife, blowing between the sky and the earth.

Everywhere is silver and white, above the vast snow-capped mountains, the birds are gone, the people are gone, in the silence of everything, there are people who sing drunkenly.

"I am Qingdu Shanshuilang. Tianjiao pays and Shukuang."

She staggered and walked a few steps, holding a sword flower in her hand, shaking the snow all over the ground.

"Young and careless, now you are old... Birth comes from the void, and death comes from the void. What joy and worry do you have?"

The woman's hair is full of snow, and at first glance, it looks like white hair.But she didn't care about it, raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp, and danced her sword through her drunkenness.

"Who are you worrying about?"

"Since ancient times, Gao Xian has retreated bravely from the rapids, and he must hear about it early. In exchange for sorrow, he sleeps with his feet stretched out and smiles loudly."

She gave a long laugh, and the dead branches and snow fell down, sprinkled on the shoulders of the girl standing under the tree.

"Disciple, can you see clearly this trick of being a teacher?"

Qingping nodded, stepped on the snow, turned his wrist, the sword light flew up, a deep sword mark was burned on the ground, and the snow foam was blown up and scattered.

"No, no," Jiang Bujing sighed wistfully, "You are obviously a young man, why don't you have any youthful spirit at all, and you look like Hengshan old nun or Emei old Taoist when you dance your sword."

Qing Ping stood quietly holding his sword in the snow, his brows were covered with a layer of ice, and his face was expressionless.

At a glance, it looks like a Lingxiao fairy carefully carved by a craftsman, with a high-spirited appearance, cold and dust-free, without any fireworks.

Jiang Bujing had nothing to do with this cold-hearted apprentice, so he had to hang the sword on his waist, hold the wine jar with both hands, and urged: "Forget it, let's go back, I really shouldn't take you out, good wine will make you happy." I was defeated by you."

The two went back wearing snow together. After walking, the snow covered with fluff was still extremely smooth.

Jiang Bujing squinted at the people around him with drunken eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, a person like me who loves to be lively, why did he accept you, an incomprehensible apprentice."

Qingping has long been used to her temperament of sighing three times a day, so she cannot deny it.Back at the house, she lit the fire and started dinner.

Jiang Bujing looked at his apprentice's busy back, his eyes narrowed into crescents, his nose fluttered, and when he smelled the tempting aroma of meat, he couldn't help moving his index finger, clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Very good, very good, I Days when I see radishes, I feel like throwing up."

The mountains were covered by heavy snow, and there was not much food in the mountains, and it was rare to catch one or two livestock to eat meat. Of course, she couldn't be happier.

Qingping put the vegetables and rice on the table.

Jiang Bujing looked at the steaming chicken soup, his eyes were surprisingly bright. After finally waiting for his apprentice to sit down, he impatiently picked up a piece of pheasant meat with his chopsticks.

It's just that when the chopsticks were about to touch the chicken, they were picked away by another pair of chopsticks.

She didn't give up, picked up the chopsticks and went to pick it up, but was picked away again immediately.

The bamboo chopsticks fought several times, and Jiang Bujing couldn't eat the meat for a long time. Seeing that the food was getting cold quickly, she was so anxious that she looked at her apprentice anxiously, "Qingping, what do you mean?"

Qingping glanced at her indifferently, took out a small crystal clear cup from his sleeve, and put it on the table.

Jiang Bujing immediately became flustered, his eyes flicked around, and he said embarrassingly, "You, how did you find this?"

Qingping was silent for a long while before saying the first sentence of the day, "You bought a cup with 20 taels of silver?"

"Isn't that right? I got a jar of wine a while ago. The so-called 'grape wine luminous glass, drink the pipa immediately', if you use other glasses, wouldn't it be a waste of good wine?" Jiang Bujing wanted to talk about the way of drinking wine , but seeing the gloomy face of the apprentice, he fell silent instantly, shrinking his neck and not daring to speak.

After a while, she whispered: "When the snow melts, I will go down the mountain to work as a long-term worker in Fujiang Town and earn the money back."

20 taels of silver, how many years of work will it take to earn it back?

Qingping took a deep breath, seeing her like this, he didn't get angry after all, "Eat."

Jiang Bujing smiled brightly, and immediately got up to eat, and even clipped a leg and a wing for Qingping as he ate, flattering him, saying: "Good apprentice, you eat too."

On the surface of the Qing Dynasty, he remained calm, but in his heart he began to think about various ways to make money.

It is really not easy to have a master who is addicted to alcohol and prodigal.

She was an orphan in this life, she was taken in by Jiang Bujing when she was a child, she lived in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains, she practiced swordsmanship and self-cultivation, after a few years, she has also practiced the kung fu of stepping on the snow without a trace.

The years in the mountains are long, and everything is safe and sound, but as she gets older, she inexplicably takes up the burden of supporting the family, and then realizes that making money is actually not an easy task.

As for the task, she is not in a hurry, she is weak and needs to learn some skills to prepare for the future.What's more, those things will always find her by themselves.

"Apprentice, you eat, you eat." Jiang Bujing felt ashamed, and raised his head from time to time to grab a piece of meat for her.

With slightly warm eyes, Qingping raised the chopsticks.

It was midwinter, the snow was like catkins, and the north wind was howling.

In this weather, it is time to sit in front of the fire with hands folded and rest peacefully.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Qingping was a little surprised, this was the first time a visitor visited.

"Hezhong Zongqi, please Jinghong Sword come out of the mountain." The person outside the door knocked on the door three times and said loudly.

His voice was thick and clear even in the howling cold wind.

Jiang Bujing put down his chopsticks, his expression turned cold.

The man said again: "Hezhong Zongqi, for the safety of the Wulin, please come out of the mountain with Jinghong Sword."

The strong wind made the wooden door slam, and Jiang Bujing stared at the door with long-distance eyes.

Qingping had never seen Jiang Bujing showing such an expression, she was always drunk, giggling around the wine jar, with a carefree appearance.

But at this time, her usual frivolous smile was gone, her phoenix eyes were half-down, and her originally gorgeous complexion appeared.

It's kind of nice.

After a long time, the man spoke out for the third time: "Patriarch of Hezhong, for the sake of the safety of the martial arts, please Jinghongjian Jiangying come out of the mountain to eradicate the demon cult monsters."

Jiang Bujing replied coldly, "Jiang Ying is dead."

The man seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and quickly replied: "Chunbolu under the Bridge of Sadness, it was once a shadow of Jinghong. Do you still remember Chunbolu and Sad Pavilion?"

Jiang Bujing was silent for a while.

Qingping could see the watery light looming in her eyes.

She raised her eyes to look at Qingping, smiled, "Apprentice, I have to leave for a while, you stay here obediently."

Qingping agreed without asking why.

Jiang Bujing went to the back room, took out a simple and simple sword box, and left with the sword in his hands.

When she reached the door, she turned around again and said softly, "Apprentice, if I haven't come back, then you can do what you want, and you don't have to look for me."

"I will wait for you."

Jiang Bujing shook her head, said with a smile: "Stupid apprentice." She paused, and then said: "There is no need to send it away."

Qingping stood at the window and watched her go away.

Jiang walked without holding a sword, as if she was loose, and the cold wind filled her robes, but her tall figure could not be blown.

She is no longer a frivolous alcoholic, but a swordsman, a walking sword with a cold light.

After March, spring has arrived, the ice and snow are slowly melting, the snow water is flowing happily in the streams, and little greenery sticks out from the ground.

Qingping started to hunt some prey and went down the mountain to sell to the butcher, just like in previous years.

Day after day passed, and her life did not change much. She practiced swords, hunted, and went down the mountain.

With less expenses on buying wine, she saved more and more money.

When she saw that the restaurant started to sell limited-season apricot blossom wine, she still bought a few jars and buried them in the ground so that the man would not keep nagging in her ears when he came back.

It's just that when spring goes to summer, and summer goes to autumn, Jiang Bujing still hasn't returned.

Qingping wanted to go down to the rivers and lakes several times to inquire about news, but finally held back, thinking that at least this winter would pass.

Fortunately, on a snowy night, Jiang Bujing suddenly came back, his temples were frosty white, and he was holding a seven or eight-year-old girl in his arms.