Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 2 Brother Bo Xi
Yan Xiaotang didn't wait for the morning to open the city gate, she didn't know when the general's mansion would find her fleeing, and she didn't dare to take shelter from the wind and wait for dawn.

The city wall of Qingyi has been in disrepair for a long time. Although there is no obvious collapse, the cracked wall bricks can barely be climbed. Yan Xiaotang didn't care how many holes she made with her hands. The blood soaked the cloth and began to slip. Rip it off with your teeth, wipe a few hands on the wall bricks, smear it with mud, sand and dust to prevent slipping, just like this, climb bloody all the way across the ten-foot-high city wall, and go out of the city to the west.

Outside the west gate are the residences of poor people. The best houses have a few earthen walls to keep out the wind and rain, but most of them have only wooden and thatched houses, and countless people die in winter.

Poor families don't have money to buy coffins, and some don't even have broken mats, so they just throw them to the mass graves farther away, and they are buried after a snowfall.

Yan Xiaotang was courageous, never afraid of the mass graves, every time she went to the hunting ground she would take a shortcut and go to the west gate, so she knew the area very well, riding the dark night and freezing rain and snow, she came to the mass graves holding her breath.

Dig slush, pick up corpses, make a "short brown" that is tattered and frozen hard, change all the outermost clothes, and wrap them in a bag with muddy rags. People can recognize that this is Yan Xiaotang, the lady of the General's Mansion. Even the servants of the General's Mansion who passed by and pursued her couldn't tell at all that this beggar covered in mud and blood, and even his hair was covered with mud and frost. Like a dainty young lady.

Taiwei Immortal Sect is in Lutai Mountain, more than 200 miles away from Qingyi. In this kind of weather where the temperature is freezing to death and the wind is blowing to death, it is a daydream to go to Lutai Mountain by walking, but Yan Xiaotang insisted on doing it.

It's a pity that Fairy Miaoxin braved the rain and snow to send Yan Xiaoli up the mountain ahead of time.

It was discovered that Yan Xiaotang had escaped, so the plan had to be disrupted.

But Yan Xiaotang still had a glimmer of hope in his heart—since the fairy head was already a fairy head, he should be able to see through Yan Xiaoli's identity, so he wouldn't accept her as an apprentice, right?After all, the promise was to take Yun's children as apprentices, not Yan's children. Yan Xiaoli only had the same father as her, but not mother.

"What? You are Yan Xiaotang? The head teacher accepted Yan Xiaoli, your sister?"

The person in front of him was surprised at first, and then slowly smiled... Yan Xiaotang's heart sank.

Sure enough, the other party quickly laughed: "Then what should we do? The head teacher was overjoyed to see that your sister has a rare spirit root, and accepted her as his personal disciple."

Yan Xiaotang's heart sank to the bottom, without someone from the inner sect to guide her, she didn't even know where the inner gate was. She only knew that Lutai Mountain was as wide as a thousand miles.It was only two hundred miles from Qingyi, and there was still a road. She walked for six days, picked up countless dead people's clothes and shoes along the way, and almost used up all the gold, silver and jade ornaments that did not have the seal of the General's Mansion before arriving. Lutai Mountain, but in the end, he didn't even know where the door was.

After two days in the mountains, I ran out of dry food, and the soles of the straw shoes were worn out, so I could only walk in the snow with bare feet. I finally met a tall and tall woman, and asked...but this is the result?

This fairy didn't know what her name was. The smile on her face deepened, and the disdain in her eyes became more and more serious-she didn't believe what Yan Xiaotang said, not a single word.

Yan Xiaotang moved her chapped lips, and the scarlet opening made the fairy frowned in disgust, so the careless Yan Xiaotang understood, if she continued, she would probably be taken back as someone with ulterior motives. But the fairy elder, who couldn't even tell the truth from the fake, would really abandon Yan Xiaoli and take her as his apprentice?

What is a different spirit root?
Yan Xiaotang wanted to ask, but shut her mouth wisely, turned around silently and walked slowly towards a direction she didn't know.

Why can Yan Xiaoli have a different spiritual root, so the fairy head can tear up his promise and accept a fake as his disciple?
Yan Xiaotang didn't know what a direct disciple was, but he also knew that he must have a much higher status than Fairy Miaoxin. If he insisted on going to the Taiwei Immortal Sect, he might be killed by a large group of people looking for opportunities to curry favor with Yan Xiaoli , as for that fairy who is just pretending to be fake...

There was a gust of wind behind her, Yan Xiaotang glanced back, and the "kind" fairy left, she couldn't even see her trace with the blink of an eye.

Everywhere is white, the only color is the gray-black rock surface, and the blood marks under the feet.

Yan Xiaotang walked step by step, still looking extremely firm, but her heart was at a loss, she couldn't even hold back the strength she had been holding back for a few days, she loosened her jaw lightly, and exhaled. Then rolled and fell into the snow.

Maybe she was about to die, and she wanted to turn over unwillingly, even if she died, she still wanted to let God see her anger—but once the strength in her heart was vented, she didn't even have the strength to turn over, and she probably died because she buried her face in her face. Such a way to die in slush.

Yan Xiaotang was not reconciled, and vaguely heard someone talking in her ears...

"It's already gone. It seems that they won't give up until they find Master."

"Ah."

"Let's go back, Senior Brother Bo Xi."

"Walk."

One of the voices was very light, like a sigh of unwillingness when the snow was blown away by the wind, and it brushed past the thin fluff on the ear.

Yan Xiaotang flexed her finger, she couldn't even feel the pain, it must be a dream, a dream when she was about to die.

Bo Xi... Bo Xi... It's such a familiar name, as if someone always mentions it.

By the way, it's my mother.

"There is a disciple beside the fairy head, named Bo Xi, who looks as handsome as... like an ice sculpture. In the future, Yan Yan, my family, will worship the fairy head as a master, and there will be a senior brother made of ice."

Every time I said that, my mother would laugh, and Yan Xiaotang heard her laughter in a daze, and suddenly took a deep breath and shouted: "Mother..."

When she moved her head, which was almost buried in the snow, two people not far away saw it, and one of them said, "Hey, Senior Brother Bo Xi, that child is not dead yet."

The other stared at the place where she was lying for a moment, then turned and left: "So what?"

"Senior brother, don't we save people... Hey!" This figure moved, came to Yan Xiaotang's side, took off his cloak and said, "I want to save you, but we are in danger, so we can only help you in this way. Whether you can survive or not depends on your own creation."

He put the warm cloak on Yan Xiaotang's body, put down a small gourd, said "I'm sorry", turned around and chased in another direction.

When Yan Xiaotang felt the warmth on her body, she tried her best to raise her head to look, and there was only whiteness left in the world.

Slowly, the body temperature returned, Yan Xiaotang sat up, there was a pill in the gourd, emitting a fresh fragrance that she had never smelled before, Yan Xiaotang poured the pill into her mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.

After sitting for a while, her drowsy mind gradually cleared up. She gathered her strength, stood up in one go, and walked towards the direction they left in her consciousness.

This uncle may not be that uncle, but she has no direction to go, no way to go.

After walking a hundred steps, there was a deep stream in front of her, and the wind picked up more and more, making Yan Xiaotang tremble.

If the immortal passed by one step at a time, she would not be able to pass even if she recovered completely. The bottom of the ravine is clear at a glance, with thick snow and jagged rocks, not to mention Tibetans, not even a rabbit can hide.

A few icicles hung under the abruptly raised strange rocks, polished by the wind to be as sharp as sword blades, appearing and disappearing in the flying snow and mist, exuding a threatening chill.

Yan Xiaotang stood on the edge and looked down for a while, then fell down with a pounce, as if she was blown down by the wind.

She must have passed through something, just like Xia Tian suddenly plunged her head into the water, the feeling of being passed by her face, Yan Xiaotang who tightly huddled her body did not fall into the thick snow nest, but "boom" He stepped on the solid ground.

Thanks to her quick reaction, she hastily rolled forward and relieved the momentum from her ankle, otherwise she would have broken a bone at least.

Looking up again, the snow, stones, and falling deep streams were all gone. She stood in a garden with flowers inexplicably, but no matter what kind of flowers they were, they all looked dead, and there was a layer of floating dust. .

Some messy footprints were left on the ground, and there were bloodstains either in a pool or in a winding line.

Yan Xiaotang snatched it back, took the ax pinned to the back of her waist in her hand, and tiptoed towards the only path while being on guard.

In addition to footprints and bloodstains, there are strange patterns on the ground, not chiseled, but washed out by water, and it can't be so smooth with a millstone.

Walking all the way into a cave, there was no torch or oil lamp, but the cave was very bright. She wondered if she had fallen into some fairy's cave. She had only heard of it before, but never seen it, but Lutai Mountain There is only Taiwei Xianzong on the ground, and it is too shabby to say that this is Taiwei Xianzong. The size of this hole is not as big as her stable, but it is only so long that the skin hanging on Yan Xiaotang's feet fell off twice. Block, only to see the end.

A door was built at the bottom of the cave, without a door leaf, and a voice from the other side of the door came before they got close.

"Master, is there any help for Elder Sister?"

He had heard the voice before, and it was he who left Yan Xiaotang's cloak and elixir. When he heard that this person was inside, Yan Xiaotang let go of his caution. This person is kind, and he should be saved.

"If the water in this spiritual spring is not dry, if I am not injured, the green clothes... will naturally be saved."

"Master, what do you mean, senior sister..." After half a sentence, this guy who Yan Xiaotang liked very much made a nasal sound.

Did he cry?

Do fairies die too?
Yan Xiaotang held her breath, quietly leaned against the door, and poked out half of her head to look.

Inside the door is a rather large cave hall, with several strange rocks at the bottom, and densely packed dry vine branches on the strange rocks, it can be seen that water flowed down from it before, filling the shallow pool in the hall, leaving There were several circles of high and low water marks, but now it has dried up to only ash.

In the middle of the dead pool lay a woman in a light green dress, the clothes on her upper body almost turned black, it was blood.

Beside her, sitting cross-legged was a man in black, with wide sleeves and the back of the hem stretching all the way to the steps by the pool, his hair was loose, tied loosely in a bun with a wooden hairpin and hanging down the back.

This man is all white from hair to complexion, but his appearance is only in his thirties. If he had black hair, he would be so handsome and extravagant that he could surpass the prince of the Yong Kingdom, but he had snow-like white hair. It doesn't look like a living person anymore, but rather like an uncolored painting on rice paper, where the most delicate brushstrokes can be seen.

Yan Xiaotang couldn't help but gasped, wondering if the portrait had turned into a ghost, and walked off the paper.

(End of this chapter)