Way of Choices

The night is colder and heavier, and the snow and ice beside the abandoned well have been frozen like a rock.

A small hand appeared at the edge of the well. Under the light of the imperial city, it was very white, even whiter than the snow and ice in the sky, and seemed to be colder.

With the force of the little hand, the ice shattered and shattered, and a little girl crawled out of the well. This picture really resembled a horror story.

The little girl stood in the snow, breathing into the air and turning into a mist of ice crystal cages, not because her breath was hot, but because it was too cold.

She was wearing a black dress, and it was a little worn and very old. It was very eye-catching in the white snow.

Hundreds of years later, squeak finally left the spooky, extremely formidable underground world for her, and came to the real world.

At this time, the world has long forgotten the rumored Xuanshuang dragon that was particularly tyrannical, and she is also full of strange feelings about this world.

Her spirit was once forcibly pulled away from the dragon body by the Queen of Heaven and Sea, entered the black jade ruyi, and accompanied Chen Changsheng to Zhouyuan. During those days, she had seen the streets of Kyoto and the green trees by the lake , The prosperity of Wenshui and the mountain valley under twilight, but she is still unfamiliar with everything in front of her now.

At this time, she is not a ray of soul, but real and all.

Her barefoot can clearly feel the soft touch and warmth from the snow.

Her hair tips can clearly feel the softness and comfort brought by the winter wind.

She can see the real snow and snow with her own eyes instead of consciousness. She can even see the real starry sky behind the snow clouds. The stars that have not been seen for hundreds of years, you are still in the same position, scattered as beautiful Yinhui, what is the hometown of the southern islands?

The strangeness and the realism kept entangled and collided in her consciousness, and then became the most real cowardice.

She does not know that in the near future she will become a new legend in the human race world. Although as a noble and powerful dragon clan, her existence is a legend for the human race itself, she is just afraid of this strange world.

——This world is a world of people, a world full of people, and people are her most feared objects.

No matter whether it is noble, humble, strong or weak, life is always habitually trying to find the most familiar dependence when it is the most fragile, sad and fearful. That dependence may be a tree, it may be a stone, it may be A window may also be a person.

Zhou Tong was in a trance before he died, only knowing to climb to the North Bingmasi alley.

There was only one person's name in her consciousness at that time, that was Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng is her most familiar and trusted life in this world, and for some secret reasons, she insists that he is responsible for herself, so after she returned to God, she did not hesitate to move forward The National College of Education walked around, and stepped barely on the snow with a clear trace.

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The National College of Education and the adjacent Baicao Garden are now heavily guarded. The cavalry cavalry and the army of the imperial court blocked the entire block of water, and faced off in silence according to their respective camps. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and no one knew what would happen next moment.

The situation in Kyoto is constantly changing. With His Majesty the Pope returning to Xinghai, people do not know what they want, but people’s judgment is slowly leaning towards the court. The number of people is less than one-third of the beginning. Eighteen Nanxizhai girls and Su Moyu naturally stayed, but they are very clear that they can no longer influence the next things, and the two who can really decide the ending Personally, at this time under the big banyan tree by the lake.

Tonight in Kyoto is sleepless, because many people know that the master-student is in final negotiations.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of snow and snow. Like the other places in Kyoto, there is a thick layer of snow. The hay on the lake is covered by all the snow. Only the slight uplift can see the tips of the hay. A particularly stubborn feeling.

The leaves of the banyan tree have long fallen, and the bare branches are still so strong that they can bear many people standing on them.

Chen Changsheng is not on the tree, but standing in the snow under the tree, because his teacher is also standing on the snow.

This was the first time after the early morning at Tianshuling, the two of them met. They passed each other on Shinto that time, as if they were strangers, and they didn't squint. This time it was the real staring. You can clearly see how the other party has changed with Xining Town.

Chen Changsheng was already the Pope, but he didn’t wear a robe, a crown, or a scepter. Instead, he wore the uniform of the National College of Education. His black hair was meticulously combed, and then he wore a simple bun. The black hair fixed the bun is not a precious ebony fork, but an ordinary wooden chopsticks.

The merchant boat is full of black hair, no frost, and also meticulously meticulous, between the eyebrows and eyes is full of nobility and calmness, the unspeakable chic and casual, but the dress is also very simple, just a blue robe, as if he and Not the first person in the world, but just an ordinary Taoist.

If someone sees this scene, it should have a feeling. This is actually similar to the mentor in a sense. This similarity is not only in appearance, but also in the deep indifference and concealment between the eyebrows. A sense of alienation under calm appearance.

Chen Changsheng was ready to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He and the man standing opposite the snow hadn't spoken in years. For monks, several years is a short period of time, but he always feels very long. The memories related to the old temple in Xining Town have become a little vague. At least some aspects of the memories have been difficult to trace.

He still clearly remembered the mottled marks on the wall after removing the Daozang in the old temple. He also clearly remembered the night before leaving, Brother fried four plates of vegetables with different styles and tastes, one of them I put a lot of garlic, but I forgot what the last thing I said to Master.

At this time, the business firm spoke.

"You picked me up from the creek. Although I knew in advance that you would be in that creek, but without me, you were either drowned by the creek or eaten by the old dragon. In short, I saved you It’s my life, and I’m the one who raised it, so your life is mine."

Tonight is the last night, and tomorrow will be a new day. Like countless days in the past, the same new day 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 greet the new year's sunrise in peace and joy, as they have in the past years.

No one thought that the conversation started so suddenly and so hard that the opening remarks were like closing words.

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