As the coldness of spring enshrouded Dayuan City, the residents rummaged through their chests and cabinets hurriedly to find the thick winter clothes.
The cotton-padded jackets that had already been taken off the shelves in the shops were selling like hotcakes again, and they were often out of stock.
A few large carts were parked in front of the clothes shop, and the workers kept moving the goods down. In the cold weather, the mist formed by sweat was very eye-catching.
In front of an antique shop not far away, a man holding a cup of hot tea looked at the scene and asked, "Have the winter coats and charcoal been distributed?"
This person was about thirty years old. He had a calm demeanor, clear eyes, and some white hair on his temples.
It was that Young Master Li from back then.
The manager of the antique shop hurriedly replied, "Young Master, everything is done."
Before Jing Jiu and Guo Dong left Dayuan City, they gave him a box of golden leaves. He used the golden leaves to open an antique shop. Not long after that, his father, the Governor Li, was released from the prison. The officials of Dayuan City were shocked, so they had to show some respect to the Governor Li. As a result, the business of the antique shop was quite good.
Ten years had passed, and he had become a famous literary merchant in Dayuan City. However, people still called him Young Master Li because he hadn't gotten married yet.
The steward continued, "Yesterday, the Three Thousand Nunnery came and bought a lot of cotton-padded jackets and quilts. I wonder if they are preparing for winter relief."
The Three-Thousand Nunnery was not well-known in Dayuan City. The steward of the nunnery was naturally instructed by the owner to pay attention to every move of the nunnery.
Young Master Li was somewhat surprised, thinking that there were only a few old nuns in that nunnery, and they had never given out porridge or anything like that, so why did they buy so many cotton-padded jackets and quilts?
He decided to go and have a look in a few days.
I haven't been there for a few years and I actually miss it.
He recalled how he had mistakenly entered the depths of the valley after drinking with his bad friends. He had greedily looked at the morning sun and ended up falling into the lotus pond … He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
After a smile, there was a faint sense of disappointment.
…
…
Young Master Li said that he would go and have a look in a few days, but in fact, Young Master Li went the next day.
This had nothing to do with coincidence. It was just that he found a very suitable reason to revisit an old place.
In the first few years, he often went to the nunnery and played the zither to the deserted lake. The nuns in the nunnery ignored him.
The sound of the zither floated on the surface of the lake, but no one came. Hence, he gradually came less and less until he never came again.
Looking at the two words on the stone, Young Master Li thought of what happened in the past. He shook his head and walked in.
Just like before, the nuns in the nunnery did not show up.
He didn't walk far before he felt a little strange. Why was it so cold here?
The water in the stream was completely frozen. The snow on the bridge was extremely thick, but there were no footprints. The roofs of the nunneries on the other side were also covered in thick snow, making one worry that they might collapse.
He slowly walked across the snow bridge, came to the meditation room, and looked inside.
The round window faced the snowy lake on the other side, cutting out an extremely beautiful world.
Inside the house, countless quilts were piled up on the floor like a mountain, and a little girl was buried in them.
The little girl's entire body was wrapped in a quilt. Even her mouth and nose were covered. Only her tightly closed eyes could be seen. Her face was pale and it seemed like she wasn't breathing.
Young Master Li was shocked. He looked around to make sure there was no one around. Without hesitation, he climbed over the railing and rushed into the house.
With a muffled hum, an invisible force bounced him back, causing him to fall heavily into the snow.
He did not get up. He pulled out a knife from his boot and looked at the meditation room, wondering where he should go in.
"Put down the knife. I don't want to kill you."
A voice came from the snow.
The voice was chilly, devoid of any emotion.
Holding the knife in his hand, the Young Master Li looked at the source of the voice vigilantly, asking, "Who are you? What have you done to the little girl?! "
The voice didn't answer him.
The Young Master Li yelled angrily, "She's going to be crushed to death!"
In his eyes, the little girl had probably been crushed to death by the mountain-like quilt; but he didn't want to think so, because he still wanted to have a glimmer of hope.
Noiselessly, Jing Jiu walked over from the snow, and said calmly while looking at him, "She's not dead yet."
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, the Young Master Li couldn't help but be stunned. His mind was in a mess, as he murmured, "Then she will die from the heat."
"She won't die from the heat. But if we don't do that, everybody in Dayuan City will freeze to death. "
Having said that, Jing Jiu turned around and walked toward the snowy lake behind the meditation room.
The Young Master Li finally came to his senses, and all the memories of the past came back to his mind. Looking at Jing Jiu's back, he asked in a trembling voice, "You … are back?"
"I don't think she will come back here."
The figure of Jing Jiu disappeared from the other side of the meditation room.
The Young Master Li lowered his hand that was holding the broadsword, and then lowered his head.
Back then, he had guessed that this pair of brother and sister should be the immortals. Seeing that Jing Jiu's face hadn't changed at all, he knew that he had guessed correctly, and couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.
His father had suddenly escaped from the catastrophe, the ancient painting had been sent back, and his treacherous friend had been caught and brought back. He also suspected that all these events had something to do with this pair of brother and sister.
And that box of golden leaves.
There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start.
The path of immortals and mortals were different, and the affairs of the world were like dust; their time was different.
Standing in the snow for a long time, he bowed deeply to the meditation room, turned around and left.
Tong Yan and Qing 'er came to the railing outside the meditation room and looked at the departing figure, feeling it quite strange.
Who was this person?
There was a lethal formation set up by Jing Jiu using the Inherited Heaven Sword style in front of the meditation room. This person attempted to enter the meditation room, but he didn't die. It meant that Jing Jiu didn't want him to die, so he removed the formation temporarily.
What was even more unbelievable was that Jing Jiu had exchanged a few words with this person, which was a rare occurrence given his temperament.
Qing 'er turned to look at the Snow Girl under the quilt, feeling even more baffled.
She had watched Jing Jiu for several decades in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, so she knew Jing Jiu better than most people in the real world.
Jing Jiu was afraid of trouble and didn't like to cause any trouble; to put it more precisely, he was afraid of death. But why did he agree with Tong Yan and bring the Snow Girl here?
Night fell. The snowy clouds blocked the stars, and the lights in the darkness were quite eye-catching.
The old nun walked out slowly and lit the remaining dozen lamps one by one with her trembling hands.
"Thank you for your hard work," said Jing Jiu.
The old nun lifted her head and said to Jing Jiu, "My lifespan has come to an end, and I should have died a few years ago. It's not easy for me to hold on until now. I thought …"
Before he could finish his sentence, the unfinished words turned into a sigh.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "She is doing well now. She should wake up in a few years."
The old nun didn't say anything more. She returned to her own room with the help of her disciples.
The lamps in the Three-Thousand Nunnery were the longevity lamps that had been maintained for more than one hundred years. Given the old nun's Cultivation state, she could only light a dozen lamps every night.
It took her a few days to light all the longevity lamps in the nunnery, and she had successfully activated the formation set up by Shui Yue Nunnery.
With this formation, the cold intent that the Snow Girl emitted to heaven and earth would be under control.
Looking at the sky, Jing Jiu found that it was no longer snowing, so he knew that the Snow Girl would wake up soon.
The zither music suddenly burst out in front of the nunnery.
Jing Jiu looked in that direction.
The Young Master Li, wearing a black cloak, sat on the snowy ground with the ancient zither on his knees, playing the zither attentively.
The music was sonorous, and the energy was warm and gentle.
This was the Tune of Expecting Spring.
Spring would come after winter.
If it didn't come, it wouldn't come.
This was the general meaning.
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