Chapter 200

Chapter 200

The snow had been falling off and on for five or six days, and the accumulation on the ground was already up to the knees.

With snow this deep, although Chasing the Wind was no longer as excited about it as he was in the beginning when it was still a novelty and he would go crazy playing in it every day, he still loved the snow very much. Taking advantage of his thick fur that kept him warm, he would roll around happily in the snow, having a wonderful time.

Compared to him, Long Qiqi had a much harder time with the snow. Not only was she afraid of the cold, she was also...

When she first arrived at Dan Peak, Chasing the Wind was still just a small cub, not even as big as her. But in the blink of an eye, after five or six months, Chasing the Wind had already grown as tall as a big buffalo, while she was still a little girl of six or seven, not even as tall as Chasing the Wind's legs.

Chasing the Wind was often curious why she wasn't growing.

So with snow this thick, it was very easy for her to sink into it and then not be able to find her way out.

After all...she really wasn't that much taller than the snow.

Li Shiyin was very diligent. Even in weather this cold she never stopped practicing her swordwork for a single day. Although, she did seem to quite like the snow.

For example, right now she was practicing her sword high up in the midair. The swirling snowflakes gathered at the command of her sword strokes, finally forming into a giant snowball about the size to wrap one's arms around. Then...

"Chasing the Wind! Look at the snowball!" She yelled loudly at Chasing the Wind who was napping by the Sword Washing Lake memorial.

"A snowball?" Chasing the Wind jerked up vigilantly, his eyes lighting up as the instincts of a feline made him get to his feet to go look for the little ball. Then he raised his head and saw the "little snowball" Li Shiyin had lobbed his way.

"Snowball?!!!" Chasing the Wind let out a wretched shriek as the snowball struck him square in the head. Snow spilled all over him and the entire tiger was jolted awake in an instant.

"Rwaaar~~" He tumbled two rolls on the ground after being hit by the snowball. Then he gathered up his own giant snowball with his paws and held it up with both front legs, hurling it back at Li Shiyin.

Li Shiyin flashed out of the way nimbly, giggling as she dodged it.

"Ahhh....!" Chasing the Wind was furious. "You dodged, unfair!"

When she threw snowballs at him he never dodged. Why did she get to dodge when he threw them back?

After all, with the master right there, Li Shiyin didn't dare act recklessly for the time being either. She walked over the frozen lake surface to Qin Ran's other side, making a taunting face at Chasing the Wind, "Daddy's good widdle boy..."

Chasing the Wind glanced her way before pretending tigers couldn't understand human speech. Lowering his head, he licked at the fur on his shoulder blades.

After playing around wildly for half the day, even Li Shiyin was getting a little tired now. Using the snow for cushion, she sat down cross-legged next to Qin Ran.

"Master, if you want to catch fish, why not use magic instead of fishing like this? This is too slow." She asked, puzzled.

Qin Ran slanted a mysterious look her way, "Fishing can also be a kind of cultivation."

"How's fishing considered any kind of cultivation training?"

"Fishing can cultivate the self and nourish one's nature, bringing peace of mind." Qin Ran said. "Alright, Master will tell you a little fishing story then."

"Yay, yay!" Li Shiyin nodded rapidly.

She didn't know if fishing could count as cultivation training, but the stories Master told were always fascinating.

"The legendary Jiang Taigong said, 'one who wishes to catch fish must cater to one's prey.' Many years ago lived an elder with exceptional knowledge named Jiang Shang...that day as he fished by the river banks, the hooks he used were straight hooks..."

The land was filled with a vast stretch of whiteness that day, the mountains were white, the lake was white, buildings were white, the ground was white, trees were white. The only spots of color by the lake banks were a young lady in pink clothing, a youth in pristine white robes, and a Spirit Beast White Tiger with fur the color of blackest night.

Occasionally the frigid winds would blow past, stirring the young lady's clothes, stirring the young lady's hair, blowing her lapels and sashes onto the white-robed youth's clothes. Blowing her hair across the white-robed youth's face.

Listening to her master talk, she felt blissful.

The Spirit Beast White Tiger finished licking its fur and looked sideways. Seeing the messy windswept hair of the white-robed youth, he kindly leaned over and extended a tongue, benevolently helping groom the other's hair.

Upon seeing the Spirit Beast White Tiger act this way, the young lady in pink felt unhappy. She slowly leaned into the white-robed youth, embracing his arm...

She couldn't let that stupid tiger hog the master all to himself!

Amidst the snow and ice, Qin Ran sat fishing by the lake side. On his left was a beloved female disciple...disciple. On his right was...was the silly child he had raised from young. He felt as if immersed in familial bliss and suddenly thought to himself that this was enough in life, with a good spouse what more was there to ask for?