Chapter 463

The cold of late spring shrouded the city of Dayuan. The people quickly rummaged through their boxes and cabinets and turned out their thick winter clothes again.

The cotton padded jackets that have been taken off the shelves in the shops are hot again, and they are even often out of stock.

Several carts stopped in front of the clothes shop, and the guys kept moving goods. In cold weather, the fog generated by sweat was very eye-catching.

In front of an antique shop not far away, a man with hot tea looked at these scenes and asked, "have the winter clothes and charcoal of his friends gone down?"

This man is about thirty years old. He has a calm demeanor, clear eyes and some star white temples.

It was that young master Li.

The steward of the antique shop said repeatedly, "if you go back to the childe, it's all done."

Before Jing jiuyu left Dayuan city for the winter, he left him a box of gold leaves, which he used to open an ancient Dong shop. Soon after that, his father, Li Taishou, was also released from prison. The officials in Dayuan city were shocked. Of course, they had to give more face. The business of the antique shop was naturally good.

Ten years later, he has become a famous cultural businessman in Dayuan City, but he is still called childe Li because he has not been married.

The steward then said, "yesterday, 3000 nunneries came and bought a lot of cotton padded jackets and quilts. I don't know if they are ready to relieve the winter."

The three thousand nunnery is not very famous in Dayuan city. Naturally, the Steward will pay attention to every move there only when he has been ordered by his master.

Childe Li was a little surprised. He thought that there were only a few old nuns in the nunnery, and he never did porridge. Why do you buy so many cotton padded jackets and quilts?

He decided to see it in a few days.

I haven't been there for several years. I miss it.

He remembered that he had drunk with his bad friends, mistakenly entered the deep valley and looked at the rising sun. As a result, he fell into the lotus pond... He couldn't help laughing at himself.

After a smile, there was a faint sense of disappointment.

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He said he would go and have a look in a few days. In fact, childe Li went the next day.

This has nothing to do with the accidental rise, but found a very suitable reason to revisit the hometown.

In the first few years, he often went to the nunnery to play the piano against the deserted lake, and the nuns in the nunnery ignored him.

The sound of the piano floated on the lake, and no one came, so he gradually came less and less until he didn't come again.

Looking at the two words on the stone, childe Li remembered what happened that year, shook his head and walked in.

As in those years, the nuns in the nunnery did not appear.

He didn't go far, so he felt a little strange and thought how could it be so cold here?

The stream has been frozen. The snow on the bridge is very thick without footprints. The roofs of those nunneries opposite are also very thick with snow, which makes people worry about whether they will collapse.

He walked slowly across the snow bridge and looked inside before he came to the meditation room.

The round window, facing the snow lake over there, cuts out a beautiful world.

Inside, countless quilts were piled on the floor, like a mountain, with a little girl buried inside.

The little girl was wrapped in a quilt, her mouth and nose were covered, only her closed eyes were exposed, her face was pale, and she seemed to have no breath.

Childe Li was surprised, looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Without hesitation, he climbed over the railing and rushed to the house.

With a dull hum, an invisible force bounced him back and fell heavily into the snow.

He didn't get up. He pulled out a knife from his boots, looked at the Zen room, and thought where to go in?

"Put down the knife. I don't want to kill you."

A voice came from the snow.

The voice was cold and without any emotion.

Holding a knife, childe Li looked warily at the beginning of the voice and said, "who are you? What did you do to that little girl! "

The voice did not answer him.

Childe Li shouted angrily, "she's going to be crushed to death!"

In his opinion, the little girl was afraid that she had been crushed to death by a mountain of quilts, but he didn't want to think so and still wanted to keep some hope.

Quietly, Jing Jiu came over from the snow, looked at him and said calmly, "she's not dead."

Childe Li looked at his face and couldn't help but be stunned. His mind was in a mess and murmured, "then she will die of heat."

"She won't die of heat. If we don't, everyone in the city of Dayuan will freeze to death. "

With these words, Jing Jiu turned and walked to the snow lake behind the Zen room.

Childe Li finally woke up. All the memories of that year came to his mind. Looking at his back, his voice trembled and asked, "are you... Back?"

"She shouldn't come back here."

Well nine's figure disappeared in the Zen room.

Childe Li slowly dropped his hand holding the knife, and then dropped his head.

At that time, he guessed that the brothers and sisters should be immortals. Today, looking at Jing Jiu's face, there was no change from that year. He knew he was right and felt bitter.

His father suddenly escaped the disaster, the ancient painting was sent back, and the sinister friend was caught. He also wondered whether it was related to the brother and sister. And the box of golden leaves. There are too many things to ask, but I don't know where to start. Every immortal has a different way. Things in the world are like dust. Their time is different. He stood in the snow for a long time, bowed deeply to the Zen room, turned and left. Tong Yan and Qing'er came to the bar outside the Zen room. Looking at the figure leaving, they felt very strange. Who is this man? In front of the meditation room, there is a killing array arranged by Jing Jiu with the Heaven Sword method. The man wanted to enter the meditation room, but he didn't die. Naturally, Jing Jiu didn't want him to die, so he temporarily withdrew the array. What's more incredible is that Jing Jiu even said two words with this man. With his temperament, it's really rare. Qing'er turned and looked at Xueji, who was pressed by the quilt mountain, and gave birth to more puzzles. In qingtianjian dreamland, she has seen the well for decades and knows him better than most people in the real world. Jing Jiu is afraid of trouble and doesn't like to make trouble. To be exact, he is afraid of death. Why did he agree with Tong Yan and bring Xueji here? When night comes, snow clouds cover the stars, and the little lights in the dark are eye-catching. The old nun came out slowly and lit the remaining ten lights in turn with her trembling hand. Well nine said, "it's hard." The old nun raised her head, looked at him and said, "my longevity has been exhausted. I should have died a few years ago. It's not easy to endure until now. I thought..." before this sentence was finished, the unfinished words became a sigh. Jingjiu was silent for a while and said, "she's fine now. She should wake up in a few years." Without saying anything, the old nun returned to her room with the help of her disciples. The lamps in the three thousand nunneries are longevity lamps that have been supported for more than a hundred years. With the realm of an old nun, only more than ten lamps can be lit every night. After several days, she finally lit all the longevity lights in the nunnery and successfully started the array of Shuiyue nunnery. With this array, Xueji will spread towards the world, or the loss of cold will be controlled. Well nine looked to the sky and found that it was no longer snowing. She knew that Xueji should wake up soon. In front of the nunnery, the sound of a piano came. He looked over there. Young master Li, dressed in a black cloak, was sitting in the snow, with an ancient Qin across his knee, playing attentively. Its sound is clanking and its breath is warm. This is a song about looking at spring. When winter passes, spring will come. If not, then not. Maybe that's what I mean. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.