Chapter 23 Snowy Night

In the middle of winter, the cold wind blows, and the weak winter sun in the southern sky does not seem to give any warmth. Under its shine, it is still cold and endless.

In the cold wind, Yan Ji and nine seven Xuanmen prisoners held cold firewood knives, endlessly repeating a action and clucking firewood. The firewood behind them is piled up like a hill. If they want to chop this pile of firewood, they don't know when it will be. Even if they finish chop this pile of firewood, it will be difficult to be officially collected by the Holy Dragon Church.

"It's been almost half a year. Let us chop wood here all day. I don't want to join your holy dragon religion. Let me go home!"

Finally, a captive of Qixuanmen couldn't stand it and couldn't spit it out.

When the guarded disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect saw this, they snorted coldly in their noses and walked over quickly. They casually threw the seven Xuanmen prisoners to the ground and scolded, "You son of a bitch, you really don't know what's good or bad. Now you can't help it. Give me be honest, or I will kill you with one slap! "

The seven Xuanmen prisoners saw that he was full of dirty words, couldn't suppress his anger and retorted, "Who are you scolding the dog? Swallow the dog dung, right?"

When the disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect saw that the prisoner dared to contradict him, he immediately rushed up angrily and punched and kicked the seven Xuanmen prisoners on the cold sand land, and kept cursing and swearing.

The seven Xuanmen prisoner was beaten by him for a long time, his head was bleeding, and his face was full of blood. Finally, he couldn't stand the beating and begged for mercy: "Forgive me, the villain knows it wrong... Please bypass the villain..."

He is just a 17- or 18-year-old teenager with little cultivation. How can he withstand such a beating?

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect did not pay attention to his plea for mercy at all. Instead, he beat him more fiercely and said: "Aren't you still stubborn just now? I really think you are a tough man. I hate people like you who can only be quick for a while.

The other seven Xuanmen prisoners saw it in their eyes. Although they had heartache and pity, they did not dare to stop it, and they were afraid that they would end up in the same way.

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect raised his fist and hit the temple of the prisoners of Qixuanmen heavily, as if he wanted to take his life.

When the huge fist fell, it was suddenly caught by a dirty hand with a chain on his wrist, which was a prisoner's hand.

The ragged teenager finally stopped him.

Did you once be as pitiful and helpless as this prisoner, beaten but unable to return? It was only when others were tired that you picked up your life.

Your encounter is so similar. When you saw his begging eyes for mercy, did you find your shadow in him at that moment?

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect struggled hard, but he couldn't break away from Yan Ji's hand. Seeing that the prisoner's cultivation was higher than his own, he was furious and warned harshly, "Let go quickly, or I won't let you live tomorrow."

"Everyone is dignified, and you must respect others, even if you are a prisoner." Yan Ji said lightly.

Seeing the beaten teenager, Yan Ji seemed to forget his task, but ignored the impact of such behavior on his task.

At this time, several disciples guarding the Holy Dragon Sect came over and did not fight, but pulled away Yan Ji and the Holy Dragon Sect disciples who beat people, and scolded the disciples, "We are going to collect them for my use. Why are you so fierce to them?"

The holy dragon disciple who beat people can't swallow his anger and can't vent his anger to his companions, so he has to vent his anger on Yan Ji. At present, he shouted coldly to Yan Ji: "Others can go back to rest, but you can't. You have to work until tomorrow morning."

The faint winter sun gradually fell, and the cold wind seemed to have lost its only nemesis and became a little cold.

On the logging field, there is no other sound except for a rhythmic sound of iron chains and a sound of cuttering wood.

"You must be patient. You still have not been rewarded by the master's teaching, and you still have to find the master."

In addition to churling wood, Yan Ji warned herself over and over again in her heart.

At this moment, he doesn't know whether his behavior is correct to take the lead for the seven mysterious prisoners.

Three feet behind Yan Ji, I don't know when a girl in a lotus-colored dress stood. Her face was pale, her figure was small, and her hair was yellow and sparse. She seemed to have enough to eat all year round, resulting in malnutrition, bloodless face, and a weak and delicate appearance.

The girl's big eyes, like stars, flowed out of the bright water, deeply annotating Yan Ji, with a trace of sadness in her eyes, as if recalling the sad past.

"Miss, go back quickly. What's there to see here!" A blue-shirted maid came to pull the girl away.

Only then did Yan Ji find someone behind him. He looked back at the two backs and said with a wry smile, "There is really nothing to see here. In the eyes of your demon religion, there is only one low-life dog here."

The dark night completely darkened the sky, and the cold wind blew through, but for a moment, stars and snowflakes floated in the sky and gently fell to the ground.

When a person sees white snowflakes, he will probably recall his childhood and play carefree in the snow.

Will you also recall? Late at night, when the snowflakes fell, she held your hand for the first time, the scene and feeling of being held by her for the first time, can you forget it?

Will you still recall the scene of you dancing swords, practicing boxing and playing in the snow?

Is that your happiest time?

The goose feather-like snowflakes fell deeply on the ground. Before long, a thin layer of snow piled up on the ground.

The firewood knife in Yan Ji's hand waved one by one, and the chain on his wrist sounded. On a quiet snowy night, only the sound of this crisp chain echoed far in the mountains and the sky.

In the snow, his back was so lonely and cold, as if it were very similar to his dream.

However, will the woman in white with an ink painting paper umbrella appear in the dream?

Although Yan Ji knew that this was a delusion, she still hoped that she could appear in front of her with a paper umbrella, cover herself with cold snowflakes, put on cotton-padded clothes for herself, and then scolded, "Why don't you wear more clothes and freeze like this?"

"Brother..."

There seemed to be this soft and gentle voice in his ear.

"It's an illusion!" He whispered to himself, stretched out his right hand and touched the white shadow.

The shadow is like a fragile statue, which disperses and disappears at a touch.

It turns out that all this is really an illusion.

She never appeared.

He looked up and looked up at the sky, allowing the cold snowflakes to hit his thin cheeks, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

Silent, missing.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly couldn't feel the cold snowflakes falling on his cheeks.

Is the snow stopped? He slowly opened his eyes.

The snow did not stop, but a white paper umbrella appeared above his head, covering him with cold snowflakes.

Behind him, there was a faint fragrance, a unique fragrance from the woman's body.

"Who is it?" Yan Ji turned around with expectation.

A water shirt girl holding an umbrella for him is thin and delicate, but she is a girl who appears behind Yan Ji at dusk. Looking at her appearance, she seems to be recovering from a serious illness and weakly slender.

"Big brother, you haven't eaten all day. You're very hungry. This is for you." The sound of mosquitoes echoed in Yan Ji's ears. The girl stretched out her hand and held an egg in her hand.

"Who is she? Why did you send me food?" Yan Ji was curious and wondered whether the woman of the demon religion had any conspiracy and tricks. In his heart, the people of the demon religion were not good people, even women, especially weak and slender women.

The sequoia girl saw that Yan Ji did not reach out to pick it up, so she took a step forward, put the egg in her hand into Yan Ji's hand, and then asked, "Big brother, what's your name!"

"My name is Yan... Baichuan." Yan Ji replied.

The girl's eyes turned slightly red. After a moment, tears fell down and she choked, "So you really don't..." stopped, but she couldn't speak.

Yan Ji stood in front of the girl and looked at the crying girl silently. Perhaps, he felt that he should not pay attention to her, a demon woman.

Yan Ji returned the warm egg to the girl's hand, turned around, and chop wood with a firewood knife.

The girl stopped crying, covered the paper umbrella above Yan Ji's head and asked, "Why don't you want it? Did she hear that I was sick and didn't dare to eat what I touched... In fact..." She cried again, as if there was indescribable sadness, grievance, and sobbing, "Actually, my illness is not contagious."

After a long time, Yan Ji said, "Go back. Don't be here anymore. I still have my own thing to do."

The girl shook her head and said, "This snow is very cold. Let me give you an umbrella."

"No, go back quickly." Yan Ji refused.

"Do you dislike me?" The girl sobbed, put the paper umbrella on the ground and said, "This umbrella is reserved for you."

After saying that, she cried louder and left the egg in the snow.

"Does she want to help me kindly? Will the demonic people be so kind?" Yan Ji looked at the girl's fading back and asked herself in her heart.

The night was late, and the snowflakes covered the whole world white, and the silver-white light of the snow lit up the night.

The disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect, who guarded Yan Ji, finally couldn't stand the cold snowy night and came and ordered Yan Ji to go back to rest.

In the stone room, there was a faint candlelight, and the nine seven Xuanmen prisoners had fallen asleep. In order not to disturb them, Yan Ji deliberately lightened his steps and leaned the paper umbrella against the wall, ready to lie in the quilt to sleep.

The disciple of Qixuanmen, who was beaten during the day, did not fall asleep. When he saw Yan Ji come back, he hurried out of the quilt and his face was still bruised. He hurried to Yan Ji and said with a guilty look, "I was punished. I'm really sorry for the eldest brother. I thanked the eldest brother here. ."

After saying that, he bowed to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji shook his head gently and said, "You're welcome. It doesn't matter if you do more work."

The seven Xuanmen prisoners were moved and almost cried out. Then, he took a bag from the head of the bed, took out a steamed bun from it and handed it to Yan Ji, saying, "Brother, you haven't eaten dinner, so I'll leave you a steamed bun for you."

Yan Ji took the steamed bun, smiled and said, "Thank you very much!"

The captive of Qixuanmen also smiled and said, "Don't thank me. Didn't you help me?"

Yan Ji has never been called a big brother. He is not used to it, so he said, "My surname is Yan and my name is Yan Baichuan. Just call me 'Xiaoyan'. Don't call me big brother."

The captured captive of Qixuanmen smiled and said, "Well, my name is Du Xing, just call me 'Axing'."