all enemies

Shi Chen and Rong Buyu returned to Qinghe City without turning their eyes sideways. A pile of dried bones could be seen almost every few steps on the side of the road, which was horrifying.

Although every city has a city boundary to protect the city, the gate of Qinghe City is still built so high that it can become the last line of defense after the city boundary is broken.

The city gate was wide open, and after passing through the cold and gloomy city wall like a tunnel, one could see an endless long street with monks selling goods on both sides of the road.

Rong Buyu walked through the noisy crowd with his arms full of flowers, someone saw him and raised his voice to greet him: "Master, are you going outside to pick flowers again today?"

Rong Buyu didn't care about the sarcasm at all, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, the harvest is quite good, do you want to buy flowers?"

The people on the side roared with laughter, full of sarcasm.

"Third Master loves flowers so much, you should keep them for yourself."

"Hahaha, the third master can go outside the city with us next time, and you can pick up those flowers that are not in the dust, and you don't need Sanyu."

Shi Chen, who was at the side, turned pale with anger, and walked quickly past the crowd while clutching Rong Buyu's sleeves, leaving their taunts behind.

Rong Buyu was extremely soft-spoken in his actions, he was dragged and staggered a few steps, and a few flowers fell off.

He turned around and said, "Hey, Shichen, my flowers are gone."

Shi Chen still dragged him forward, holding back his breath and whispered: "No, if you go pick them up, they might even laugh at you, go, go!"

Rong Buyu: "But..."

Shi Chen didn't wait for him to finish, and forcibly dragged him to the end of the long street.

Although the long street in Qinghe City is long, there are only some good things in the front section, and the things get worse as you go in. As time goes by, everyone tacitly stops going back.

The people who set up a stall at the end of the long street were all monks with little spiritual power, and the things they bought were uneven, such as missing jade, waste jade, etc., all of which were waste products that no one wanted.

At the last stall on the long street, the colorful flower stalls are extremely eye-catching.

There was a dilapidated shelf on the booth, with beautiful flowers on it, and a bench missing a corner beside it.

A wooden sign stands there, and there is a line of words inscribed on it - a plant of three jades, children and old people are not deceived.

The entire Qinghe City people saw his face and wanted to take care of business, but they were also scared back by the lion's asking price.

There weren't many people around, so Shi Chen stopped, and turned his head to look at Rong Buyu bitterly.

Rong Buyu walked to the flower stand, was busy putting the flowers on the shelf, and didn't take Shi Chen's anger to heart.

"Uncle Rong." Shi Chen couldn't bear it anymore, "Those people obviously take you as a joke, but you still talk to them every time, thinking that they are not mocking them hard enough? And those two people today, they just pulled you into the group because of your Huafen, you are being used as a gunman, why are you so stupid and voluntary to be used?"

Although Shi Chen took the risk of being a bait, it was a thankless effort, but in the end he managed to get something back, but tolerance was different. He knew that he would only get flowers when he turned into dust, and he was willing to be used every time. This is Shi Chen. The most angry.

Rong Buyu finished arranging the flowers, turned around and said with a smile: "What's wrong with them saying a few words, don't be angry."

Shi Chen said: "I just can't get angry. The kind of person who takes other people's suffering as a joke is definitely not going well. You should never talk to you again in the future. When they see you ignore them, they will feel boring after a long time. I won't pay attention to you anymore, do you hear me?"

Rong Buyu said softly: "Okay - then do you buy flowers?"

Shi Chen: "..."

Shi Chen was so angry that he almost smashed his bow in the face: "Don't buy it!"

Rong Buyu didn't listen to his words, he picked up a pear blossom branch and threw it on Shi Chen's face like repelling mosquitoes.

Shi Chen was beaten so hard that his eyes were closed, and then he only felt the scent of flowers, and the tingling pain on his face seemed to dissipate in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, Rong Buyu was looking down at the pear blossom branch in his hand, and the petals that had been teased by Shuang Saixue just now seemed to have withered in an instant, falling to the ground withered and yellow.

Shi Chen touched his face in surprise, and found that the scars just now had disappeared long ago.

Rong Buyu tilted his head slightly, pointed his slender and white fingers on his pale lips, and smiled lightly.

"Shh."

Shi Chen swallowed back the exclamation immediately, his eyes still couldn't believe it.

He originally thought that his Uncle Rong was useless except for his beauty, so he suddenly used flower branches to heal his wounds, which was unheard of for a country bumpkin Shichen, so he began to wonder if Uncle Rong could pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Rong Buyu threw the flower branch casually, sat on the soft chair with one corner missing, and lazily said: "First credit, remember to pay me back next time, three jade stones, no one can deceive you."

Shi Chen was full of thoughts about whether Uncle Rong might be a reclusive expert, he almost choked to death when he heard these words, and looked at him in disbelief.

Does the hidden expert cheat money from acquaintances without changing his face when they meet?

Rong Buyu lay on the wooden slum, was about to close his eyes to sleep, saw Shi Chen still standing there, he didn't understand, so he said: "What's wrong? Do you still want to buy flowers?"

Shi Chen rolled his eyes, wanted to walk away but still didn't.

He stepped on the sandy ground for a long time before whispering: "Uncle Rong, is the city boundary really going to be broken?"

Rong Buyu seemed to be able to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. After a few words, his eyes were already narrowed, and the long eyelashes of crow feathers drooped down, casting faint shadows under the mole of tears.

He casually hung his long hair on the armrest beside him, and said lightly: "You don't know that Qinghe City's city boundary is breached so many times a year. What's so strange? Go back to sleep obediently. An adult will take care of it."

Shi Chen curled his lips: "All the adults in Qinghe City are either not doing their job properly, or committing crimes. Look at that long street, how can anyone be trusted?"

Rong Buyu chuckled, pointed to himself: "Me."

Shi Chen: "Oh, Uncle Rong, you should rest."

Rong Buyu: "..."

This unlucky boy.

The two of them were talking about each other, and the hot south wind around them seemed to have changed direction at some point, and there was still a faint chill mixed with it.

When Shi Chen had nothing to do, he was helping Rong Buyu arrange the flowers on the flower stand according to their colors, when the wind blew him in, he shivered unconsciously.

He raised his head to look at the drowsy sky, and muttered, "Why has the sky changed, is it going to rain?"

Rong Buyu seemed to be asleep and didn't speak.

Shi Chen didn't pay much attention, and was about to continue arranging flowers, when suddenly a distant and heavy bell sounded from the center of the city.

Once, twice, continuously.

The flower in Shi Chen's hand suddenly fell down, Rong Buyu opened his long and narrow eyes while taking a nap.

Soon, the strange bell stopped quietly, and the lingering sound dissipated after a while.

After the twelve bells had stopped, Shi Chen bent over to pick up the flowers on the ground in a daze, and murmured, "Winter is coming?"

Rong Buyu sat up with his hands propped up, his brows furrowed rarely.

Shi Chen turned his head and repeated blankly: "Uncle Rong, did I hear correctly, is it really winter?"

Rong Buyu nodded and said: "The cold air has come, winter is coming soon."

His voice was still out of tune, but his usually lazy temperament had quietly changed.

Winter is just around the corner, and the sun was still scorching just now, but with the chilly wind blowing just now, frost slowly formed on the yellow sand all over the ground.

The chill gradually spread around.

Heavy snow suddenly floated up without warning.

Rong Buyu's half-closed eyes opened slightly, and he looked up at the goose feather heavy snow, which was falling one after another.

Rong Buyu is surprisingly lazy on weekdays, and always keeps his eyes half-closed when talking to people, as if it takes too much effort to open them.

But when he opened his eyes and looked sideways at the void, Shi Chen realized that his pupils were light gray like glass beads, deep and unpredictable.

Just like him.

Shi Chen grew up at the end of the long street in Qinghe City since he was a child, and he remembered that this person had been selling flowers here since he could remember.

His appearance is too gorgeous, and his demeanor is full of grace and temperament that cannot be cultivated in such a poor country as they are, but when asked about other origins, no one can tell.

He seemed to appear out of nowhere, quietly blending into the most neglected end of the long street, staying for many years.

Shi Chen has grown from a kid to a half-grown boy, but Rong Buyu is the same as when he first met, he hasn't changed a bit.

Shi Chen: "Uncle Rong?"

Rong Buyu took a handful of snowflakes, looked at the flowers on the wooden frame, and said, "It's snowing? Then my flowers won't be sold?"

Shi Chen: "..."

Shi Chen really wanted to wake him up: My Uncle Rong, even if it wasn't winter, no one would buy your flowers.

He weakly pulled up the rain cloth next to the flower stand to block the flowers, and urged: "Let's go back quickly, or we will definitely be frozen into ice slag."

Shi Chen has only experienced winter once since he was a child, and he was still young.

At that time, he was a stranger at the same time.

As winter comes, the bells ring throughout the Qinghe River.

But Shi Chen was young and frivolous, thinking that the winter after the bell was just the usual winter with fluttering snowflakes and freezing, so he didn't take it to heart, and continued to play around in the street.

And when the second cold wind howled in winter, it directly froze his thin body in place, and just before he was almost frozen to death, Rong Buyu came out to rescue him like sleepwalking.

It was also because of that time that the two gradually got to know each other.

Rong Buyu had already stood up, he slightly raised his head and looked in the direction of the city gate, and suddenly said: "I want to go out of the city."

Shi Chen froze for a moment: "What?"

Rong Buyu took off the rough hairpin from his hair and stuffed it into his sleeve without any trace, then took out a tattered bone umbrella from under the bench, and said: "My wooden hairpin seems to have been forgotten in the city while I was sleeping. It's the door."

Shi Chen heard his words clearly, looked at his hair indiscriminately, and found that the deadly hairpin seemed to be really gone, so he snarled at him almost regardless of his age: "Uncle Rong, winter! Do you know winter? The wind blows The kind that will freeze you into ice slag, and you still have to go to the gate of the city for a hairpin, what is the difference between that and sending you to death?"

Rong Buyu blinked and said, "My hairpin is more important."

Shichen roared: "Uncle Rong!"

Rong Buyu looked very unkempt, apart from his love for flowers, the only thing he cared about most was the wooden hairpin on his hair. Shi Chen also knew that he treasured the broken wooden hairpin all these years, but he never thought that he would care about it this point.

The people on the side were busy packing their things and going home to escape the winter, when they overheard what the two said, they sneered and said, "Shi Chen, it's not that you don't know that the third master's mind is different from others, so don't care what he does, Hurry back and set up the barrier."

In just a few words, most of the people on the long street have already left.

The snow is getting heavier.

Rong Buyu didn't care about the cynicism of others, he held up his umbrella and said to Shi Chen, "Go back first, I'll go home when I find the hairpin."

Shi Chen was so angry that his eye circles were red: "You, you... you! Go, go! Just go, if I don't care about you, I will be eaten by a living corpse!"

Rong Buyu hurriedly said: "Don't say such unlucky words, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah bah, the evil spirits will disperse."

Shi Chen: "..."

Shi Chen was so angry that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Rong Buyu still smiled at him kindly, holding an umbrella and walking against the crowd towards the gate of the city.

Shi Chen stomped his feet angrily, and said angrily at his back: "You were frozen to death outside, I won't collect your body for you!"

Rong Buyu just gave him a nonchalant back view, as if saying, "Third Master, I use the earth as my coffin and the sky as my cover".

Winter came suddenly, and all the people on the long street walked away within a stick of incense, and the waves of cold and hot air rolled in circles, blowing up the yellow sand and dead leaves.

Rong Buyu inserted the hairpin in his sleeve back into his hair.

He walked slowly on the deserted long street with an umbrella in his hand. Pieces of snowflakes fell on the bone umbrella of the broken umbrella and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Just walking, he suddenly raised his left hand and touched his ear.

There was a black glazed bead on the wrist holding the handle of the umbrella. At this time, a black mist floated leisurely, and instantly turned into a faint human figure shrouded in black mist beside him.

That person couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, old or young, and even his voice was completely empty and difficult to distinguish.

Rong Buyu stroked his ears, and frowned in a rare way: "It's so noisy."

The noise he was talking about was not the noise of people running back and forth in the city, but the sound of bells that seemed to come from a distant void.

One after another, it has never stopped since the snow fell.

That black mist——Yu Xiang's voice was cold, with overlapping sounds, inexplicably strange: "Is there something coming from outside the city?"

Rong Buyu nodded.

On the long street, some people have built all their spiritual power into a thick barrier to cover the houses, lest they be frozen into ice slag, and there are fewer and fewer people.

Soon, the surroundings became quiet again, only the formation barrier exuded a faint blue light.

You Xiang turned into black mist again, climbed onto the handle of the umbrella along his hand, and then hovered on the paper umbrella like black ink to form an ink painting of flying dragons and phoenixes.

Only Rong Buyu could hear the bell ringing continuously, deafening, and the closer it was to the gate of the city, the louder the sound became.

Rong Buyu said: "It's impossible for a living corpse to have such a voice, not to mention that winter is coming, and the outside of the city may have already become a world of ice and snow."

Youxiang said: "Things from abroad? Ghosts? Or your enemies?"

Rong Buyu: "Nine out of ten."

He paused, frowned and said: "Ghost is annoying, I don't want to go."

You Xiang comforted him: "Don't think about it so badly, think about it better, what if it's those enemies from abroad who want to tear you apart?"

Rong Buyu: "..."

Rong Buyu stopped completely, and said quietly, "I don't even want to go."

You Xiang seemed to sneer, and said: "The enchantment is cracked into a spider web, if you don't mend it, do you want to wait for the living corpses to surround the city and turn it into a pile of yellow sand?"

Rong Buyu said: "I will not die."

You Xiang said: "You must not have died thoroughly enough."

Only then did Rong Buyu walk slowly.

The gate of the city was closed, and Rong Buyu walked through it holding an umbrella, and when he came across the huge gate, his body suddenly turned into a silvery-white spot of light, which exploded in the distance.

In the next moment, the light spots re-condensed into his slender figure outside the city.

You Xiang on the paper umbrella suddenly said, "Winter."

Rong Buyu looked up.

On weekdays, a silver-white line rose up from the sandy sea wasteland, which was invisible at a glance, and then rose like a snow mountain, pushing towards Qinghe City mightily.

There were loud bangs, resounding through the sky and the earth.

Rong Buyu lowered his eyes, as if he didn't see the approaching cold wave not far away, he still walked forward slowly.

"there."

The surrounding area is already shrouded in cold air, and if you exhale lightly, it will condense into a cloud of white mist, which will last for a long time.

He stepped on the frosty ground, one step at a time, but the next moment he would be submerged in the frost again.

When winter comes, even if you are powerful, you will be frozen into ice sculptures by the bone-chilling cold.

Rong Buyu walked for a while, and when even the hem of his clothes was slowly falling off, he finally stopped at the city boundary.

This is where the city boundary breaks during the day.

Rong Buyu's pupils flashed coldly, looking at the dark place not far away.

A white jade tree hanging from the handle of the umbrella slowly emits light, illuminating the surroundings.

In an instant, the sound of the bell beside Rong Buyu's ears stopped abruptly.

In the dead silence, on the snowy ground five steps away, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out, pressing the ground with a row of finger marks.

Rong Buyu didn't move his pupils, he looked at the snowdrift coldly as if he didn't know any fear.

——It was just that the hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly where no one else could see.

The person in the snowdrift seemed to have been seriously injured, and the bloody smell filled the surroundings, and the smell was terrible.

The man struggled and crawled forward twice, revealing a bloody face.

At that moment, the bell that had stopped suddenly rang violently.

The man looked at Rong Buyu beggingly with his pure and helpless eyes, his voice was trembling and a little hoarse.

"Please... help..."

Rong Buyu looked at him for a while, then turned around without changing his face, and left quickly.

That person: "..."

Youxiang: "..."

The author has something to say: Erqi: I heard that the best way to create a chance encounter is to be picked up by someone, be nice and wait for it. _:3」∠_

Rong Buyu: Heh, don't think I don't know, it's all a routine, if I pick this guy up and go back, I'll be fucked when he grows up, if he doesn't pick it up, he slips away, say goodbye.