"Master, your disciple is suffering so much..."

Sure enough, in the end, it got sentimental again.

In response, Qin Shou only gave him one large word:

"roll! "

The handwriting was bold and elegant, spreading across the entire sheet of letter paper.

Qin Shou folded the envelope, thought for a moment, and then put a few storage rings inside.

Inside were pills he had specially refined, spirit stones, and spirit herbs and medicinal plants from several hollowed-out spirit fields.

Seeing this, Wenqing covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"Hehehe, Master, you always do this. In the end, you still can't help but hand over countless resources to your junior brother."

Phew!

As snow fell heavily, a blue phoenix spread its wings and soared through the clouds, disappearing into the snowstorm.

......

Two months later, the New Year will be approaching.

Early in the morning, the master and his apprentices began to get busy, putting up couplets and hanging lanterns.

It was New Year's Eve.

Snowflakes fell heavily in the courtyard, illuminated by lights, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Compared to previous years, the chirping of the little ones is gone, making it seem much quieter.

Qin Shou specially moved the table outside under the eaves.

The master and his disciples sat opposite Master Roshi.

Sipping a little wine while admiring the snow falling in the courtyard.

"Master, I'd like a bowl of glutinous rice balls."

Wenqing rolled up her sleeves, ladled out a bowl of white jade dumplings, and handed it to Qin Shou with a warm smile.

"I hope that the people on our mountain can always be together in harmony."

"good. "

Qin Shou smiled and took a bite of the glutinous rice ball.

There were a few people on the mountain, so he ate a few glutinous rice balls.

"Junior sister, why isn't mine?"

Chang Sheng spoke, pouting like a child.

This year, he is nearly 110 years old.

Despite his full head of white hair, he remains energetic and maintains a daily exercise routine, resulting in well-developed muscles.

However, given the current situation, he doesn't have many years left to live.

Reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining grants one freedom from calamities and hardships, and allows for a lifespan of 150 years.

"Okay, senior brother, I'll serve you right away."

Wen Qing chuckled, then ladled out a bowl of white jade dumplings and handed it to Chang Sheng, before ladling out another bowl for Master Roshi.

"Hehehe, thank you, little Wen."

Master Roshi was beaming with joy.

In his short time on this mountain, Master Roshi's heart, weathered by thousands of years, became much more active.

"You're too kind, senior."

Wen Qing responded with a smile.

"Chang Sheng, can you please stop carrying that stone tablet around during the New Year holiday? It's bad luck."

Qin Shou tapped the bowl and chopsticks.

"That won't do, Master."

Changsheng shook his head in refusal, saying, "It is now my beloved family and friend, my brother. Can you abandon your own brother?"

“............”

Qin Shou remained silent and stopped talking, instead drinking with Master Roshi.

The snow was heavy on New Year's Eve, and Qin Shou and Master Roshi drank for a long time.

Neither of them used their spiritual power to dispel the effects of the alcohol.

Life is short, so it's rare to find true enjoyment in drunkenness. One day of drunkenness brings one day of happiness, and every day of drunkenness brings every day of happiness.

"Haha, young friend, you are truly a genius!"

"Oh, not at all, senior. Your knowledge of the past and present is profound, encompassing astronomy and geography. I truly admire you greatly..."

After a few rounds of drinks, both of them were tipsy and began to compliment each other as usual.

After Wenqing finished cleaning up the dishes, she quietly lay on the table, resting her chin on her hands, watching her chef.

His eyes shone brightly.

Through his drunken haze, Qin Shou noticed something odd about the little girl's smile every time he caught a glimpse of her.

Night was falling.

Several jars of fine wine have been emptied.

Chang Sheng helped Master Roshi and they staggered towards the back mountain.

Wen Qing helped Qin Shou back into the house, intending to cover him with a blanket to sleep, but Qin Shou waved his hand, leaned against the window, and stared blankly at the snow falling outside.

The snow is so beautiful.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but the longer he stayed on the mountain, the more he liked the natural scenery.

Wenqing left and returned to her room. She took off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub filled with peach petals.

Steam rose from the tub as the girl finished her bath and changed into a brand new set of clothes.

She walked to the dressing table, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled charmingly.

Squeak!

Qin Shou's door opened.

She walked in gracefully, dressed in a bright red gown.

"Master, am I beautiful?"

The girl smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming in the deepest night.

"Hey, little darling, why are you wearing red? Don't you like purple the most?"

Qin Shou raised his eyes.

The moment the little guy stepped in, he seemed to see another figure.

The two looked very alike, except that the other person liked to wear red, just like... her at this moment.

"Master, I'm asking you, am I beautiful?"

"So beautiful! What girl in the world could be more beautiful than my little darling?"

Qin Shou smiled indulgently.

"Master, will you marry me?"

A blush crept onto her tender face, and her bright eyes were filled with gentle affection, as if they could melt the snowflakes falling outside the window.

“........”

Qin Shou was taken aback and paused for a moment.

"Stop fooling around."

"Master, I wasn't making a scene."

Qin Shou fell silent.

Warmth fades, silence itself is an answer.

But she still wouldn't give up and said:

"Master, will you marry me?"

"I am your master!"

Qin Shou raised his eyes, his gaze dark and heavy.

Wen Qing bit her lip, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and with a light scratch of her nail, cut the hair. In an instant, she closed in on Qin Shou, her eyes fixed on her master at close range, and a playful smile slowly bloomed on her lips.

"Master, from now on we're severing our master-disciple relationship. How about I marry you?"

Looking into those bright, piercing eyes that seemed capable of scorching everything, Qin Shou silently lowered his head.

He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to begin.

"master........."

Wenqing called out again.

His dark pupils suddenly filled with tears.

Squeak!

The girl pushed open the door, covered her mouth, and ran into the snowstorm, down the mountain...

Qin Shou stood quietly on the mountaintop, watching the red-clad figure run away, his expression melancholy.

Snow, night, red clothes...

Everything seemed to gradually overlap with a certain period of time, making Qin Shou unable to distinguish which time he was in.

Qin Shou raised his eyes, gazing at the boundless night, and the snow and red that were gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

A tear slid down her cheek.

"You are my disciple, you are my senior sister's daughter, you are a gentle daughter..."

Qin Shou cried out in his heart, lifting his foot as if to follow, but in the end he withdrew it.

He knew she needed quiet right now...

"I just hope that she can come home once she's thought things through."

A leisurely sigh flowed slowly through the boundless night.

........

"Master, where did Junior Sister go?"

"They went down the mountain."

"Huh? Why did my junior sister go down the mountain again?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just... a way to clear my head..."

The afternoon sun was bright, shining on the snow piled up on the back mountain, reflecting a glass-like brilliance.

Qin Shou lay sprawled under the eaves, his body languid, squinting as he quietly gazed at the blinding sunlight overhead.