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The shabby wooden door was tightly closed, and the wood grain on it had faded to grayish white. Bai Linchuan gently placed his hand on the wood grain, and intuitively felt that Mo Xue was inside.

The room was dim, and there was still a trace of blood on the wall from that time. Mo Xue was lying on the ground. The ground was extremely cold, and it gradually seeped into his bones, making him feel cold. He turned his head inward, and his black eyes looked at the wooden door.

Suddenly, a straight golden ray of light hit his eyes, and the light rushed into the house. A figure in white slowly walked through the door.

Mo Xue suddenly closed his eyes, perhaps because the light was too dazzling. A light sound of footsteps gradually approached and finally disappeared into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a body with a slight chill gently embraced Mo Xue, and Mo Xue's eyelids trembled.

Bai Linchuan knelt on one knee, then lay down beside Mo Xue, wrapped his arms around his body, and rested his forehead on his hair.

The wooden door was not closed tightly, leaving a narrow gap. A beam of golden light came in and shone on the two figures hugging each other tightly, like a body.

Amidst the silence, a soft laugh broke it.

"I thought you would come with a sword." Mo Xue said.

Bai Linchuan leaned closer, suddenly remembering the time they'd come down the mountain on a mission and had a disagreement. He could hear the voice shouting in his memory, distinct and clear as a bell: "When you experience what they've felt, will you still say it's just a living being?"

When he walked the same path he walked and measured the place where he grew up following his footsteps, he could not empathize with him even one-tenth of the time.

His principles, like a balance, tilted in an instant. He could not blame him, nor could he punish him for the mistakes he had made.

Bai Linchuan's hands gradually closed, and he hugged Mo Xue tightly, as if he wanted to pass the pain he suffered to himself. He whispered slowly in his ear: "He's dead..."

Mo Xue slowly raised the corners of his lips and whispered, "That day... I stabbed him in the stomach, and he fell to the ground in agony. The sword stuck straight into him. It wouldn't kill him in one blow, but his blood would drain out bit by bit, staining his clothes. His body would become cold and heavy, until it rotted and smelled. He would die in pain bit by bit."

Bai Linchuan listened quietly until he finished speaking. "He was found the next day, already dead."

Mo Xie sighed, "That's such a pity."

Bai Linchuan hugged her tighter, desperately hugging this dark soul. It finally fell from the clouds that could dissipate at any time and landed firmly in his heart.

Mo Xue turned around and pressed his forehead against Bai Linchuan's. He seemed to have endless things to say. He continued, "My mother...she is very beautiful, with long black hair that falls to her body like a waterfall."

Bai Linchuan slowly tied up Mo Xue's black hair and continued to listen to him, "And my father...

I always thought they were deeply in love. My mother once told me that they met on a rainy day. Her name was Mo Yumei, and she said it was all fate. Unfortunately, at the time, neither she nor I knew his true face.

You said...if they had never met in the beginning, would it be okay?"

Mo Xue raised his eyes to look at him, but Bai Linchuan didn't dare to open them. He sighed and murmured, "Do you regret coming into this world?"

Mo Xue thought about it again and again, but did not answer Bai Linchuan. He just lowered his head and buried it in his arms. He said for a long time: "It's too dark..."

His world was too dark and had long since become an abyss. He had survived those dark pasts by relying on the thick hatred.

Bai Linchuan's heart trembled with Mo Xue's breathing. He patted Mo Xue's back gently, like every mother coaxing her child to sleep. He kissed his forehead lightly and secretly made an eternal vow in his heart.

I'm not here to save you, I'm here to love you.

Mo Xue seemed to be scalded, and his body suddenly curled up. Then his body gradually became lighter, and he fell deeply into Bai Linchuan's full arms.

Dust drifted in the golden sunlight, slowly moving over the two people embracing. The dilapidated wooden house and yellowed walls faded, and the bloodstains dissipated, leaving only a tight embrace, the sound of each other's breathing, and the strong heartbeat...

When Bai Linchuan woke up the next day and opened the door, he found that the ground and the roof were covered with a thick layer of snow. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Under the door, one or two tits were chirping under the roof.

Bai Linchuan stood still for a long moment. The chickadees, their guard down, flew down to the ground, searching for food. Their feathers were jet black, their feathers distinct, their eyes the size of black beans, full of light. They hopped about, sniffing the ground from time to time for food, then hopped off again into the distance.

I am busy all the time, and I don’t know what I am busy with, but seeing these chirping and lively creatures, which will still jump and fly around even if the sky falls, my mood will always be lifted.

When Mo Xue went out, he saw Bai Linchuan standing outside the door. His head was covered with snow and he didn't even take two steps back. Especially, there was a faint smile on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Xue stepped forward and smoothed the snow off his shoulders. As he came, the mountain sparrow was startled and flew away, disappearing from his sight in an instant.

Bai Linchuan looked at him and shook his head, "Nothing?"

The world was silvery white, with a touch of red excitement. Every household had a blessing character posted on their door. Bai Linchuan then realized, "Today is the end of the year."

Mo Xie asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Bai Linchuan nodded and said to Mo Xue, "Wait for me."

Bai Linchuan went out and asked several passers-by, and they all said that they had never seen the leopard monster. No one had discovered the leopard monster in so many years. The leopard monster might be dead, or it might have already escaped and would never come back. Bai Linchuan had no choice but to let the matter go for the time being, and he walked back in the snow.

Seeing that Bai Linchuan had gone out and had not returned for a long time, Mo Xue was not idle either. He sat on the doorstep, took a bamboo basket, and went to the uncle's house next door. He casually took some yellow rice to feed the chickens and put it under the bamboo basket. He propped up the bamboo basket with a forked wooden stick. The stick was connected to a rope, and Mo Xue held the other end of the rope.

After waiting for a while, two tits hopped under the bamboo basket and ate the yellow rice.

Mo Xue raised the corner of his mouth, pulled the rope connected to the stick, and pulled it out. The bamboo basket fell down rapidly and trapped the clumsy tit.

Mo Xue was kneeling on the snow, trying to catch the titmouse when a snowman came back from outside, holding a proud big red rooster in his hand.

Mo Xie's eyes lit up, "Hey, how did you steal it?"

Bai Linchuan handed it to Mo Xue and said, "I didn't steal it, I bought it." He begged the old man for a long time, but in the end the old man was defeated by money and sold the rooster with a smile on his face.

Mo Xue reached out to grab it, but the big red rooster opened its sharp fangs and was about to bite Mo Xue's hand. Mo Xue turned his hand quickly, grabbed its neck and lifted it up. Just as the rooster was about to make a sharp crow, Mo Xue grabbed its throat.

Mo Xie smiled and said, "Okay, I'll stew it when I get back."

Bai Linchuan looked at the two black balls in his other hand and asked, "What are those?"

Mo Xue grabbed two tits and held them in front of Bai Linchuan, "These are the two little brothers I caught for you."

Bai Linchuan looked at the two little gadgets in Mo Xue's hands. In order to prevent them from flying away, Mo Xue considerately tied them up with a rope with a bow tied at the end of the rope.

Bai Linchuan smiled lightly and gladly accepted the return gift. The two tits lay obediently in Bai Linchuan's hands, staring at the two men with their black eyes.

The two returned to the sect with a chicken and two sparrows.

Two disciples from Lingzhong Sect who were passing by saw this scene and whispered to each other. One of them said, "Hey, aren't these Bai Linchuan and Mo Xue? They've gone back to their parents' home. Xu Hu, I told you they were together before, but you didn't believe me."

Their voices were not loud, but Mo Xue still heard their discussion. He raised his eyebrows and looked over at the two of them.

But to one of them, it was a naked provocation. Xu Hu clenched his fists and whispered, "Mo Xue is really lucky. I heard that Elder Ding taught him the Lingzhongshan sword technique."

"Alas, we don't have that fate..." another person sighed, and the two of them and Bai Linchuan and Mo Xue parted ways, wanting to go far away.

Mo Xue and Bai Linchuan were chatting and laughing about what to do with the rooster and tits when they got home. In the distance, one of them turned around and stared at them.

North House.

Bai Linchuan released the tits in the back mountain. They flew around freely and had fun in the mountains and forests. Only when Bai Linchuan spread rice every day could he occasionally see their black shadows flying by.

And the chicken was in the pot on the ground in the backyard... bubbling hotly and smelling delicious.

On a snowy day, drinking thick chicken soup, I let out a sigh of comfort.

Bai Linchuan held Mo Xue in his arms. This was their first year together.

People always say that what is done on the first day of the New Year will be done every day of the following year. Even the most seriously ill patients will stop taking medicine on this day, and businessmen will always prepare red envelopes on this day.

They should also have some important rituals. Bai Linchuan looked at Mo Xue and said, "Are we not going to do anything today?"

In response, Mo Xue, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, glanced at Bai Linchuan and said, "You want to go to bed? Wait until I finish eating."

"That's not what I meant..." Bai Linchuan said lightly, but his voice became smaller and smaller. After all, this proposal was very tempting and he could not find any reason to refute it.

…

Afterwards, the two of them hugged each other tenderly, calming their breathing. Bai Linchuan had one hand wrapped around Mo Xue's black silk and the other hand on his lower abdomen, asking, "Why is your Dantian... only half the size of an ordinary person's?"

Mo Xue lay exhausted on Bai Linchuan, covered with a thin blanket. He said, "It's natural."

No wonder Mo Xue's cultivation was so strenuous. His Dantian was small, so the condensed golden elixir was also small, and his spiritual power was naturally weaker. Bai Linchuan consoled him, "But your footwork is extremely fast. If you break through from here, you will definitely be no worse than others."

After a pause, Bai Linchuan asked again: "Didn't Master teach you swordsmanship?"

Mo Xue snorted, then thought of the four characters "The True Form of All Beings". He muttered, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Bai Linchuan touched his smooth back. When the third day of spring came, it would be the biennial sect competition. He was rarely worried.

Bai Linchuan was thinking about the upcoming sect competition, and Mo Xue was also thinking about Bai Linchuan's Blood Demon Gu. He didn't know how well he had suppressed it, and whether it could break out again.

But... he suddenly felt a little tired and didn't ask. He decided to talk about these things later. He rarely relaxed his mind.

Mo Xie slowly closed his eyes, but Bai Linchuan was completely unaware of the speculation and new plan of this dark soul. He still wanted to pull Mo Xie out to practice in the early morning.

However, for seven consecutive days, heavy snow fell and the snow layer was as high as calves.

Finally, on the last day, Bai Linchuan couldn't bear it any longer. When the sun had not risen yet, the sky was still dark, and the winter starry sky was particularly bright. Bai Linchuan pulled Mo Xue out of the quilt, dressed him neatly, and went up the mountain in the direction of the Big Dipper.

It was only when we reached the top of the mountain that the sky began to brighten.

Bai Linchuan pulled Mo Xue to meditate on the top of the mountain. The cold winter wind was blowing, waking Mo Xue up long ago. All traces of sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He turned to look at Bai Linchuan who was sitting upright, and shook his head in confusion.

Snowflakes fell slowly, landing on the two of them.

Bai Linchuan closed his eyes tightly, and snowflakes gently fell on his eyes. Mo Xue's hand moved slightly, but just as it was stretched in front of him, Bai Linchuan seemed to be able to see it and said, "Practice well."

Mo Xue had no choice but to put his hands down and pretend to practice for a while.

The stars gradually faded away, and the sun rose thinly from the distant mountain mist. The sky gradually changed from white to gray. The mountains were covered with snow, and the treetops were covered with frost. Trees were inserted into the mountain mist, and rows of ice crystals hung on the branches, shining brightly.

Everything is silver-white, and the snow-covered and frosty forest, like an ink painting, is in full view.

Mo Xue blinked and looked at him obsessively. Bai Linchuan opened his eyes at some point and looked at Mo Xue quietly.

Suddenly, Mo Xue also turned his head, and the two of them slowly touched their noses together and exchanged a wet and passionate kiss.

Snowflakes fell on the entangled tongues, melted in an instant, and flowed alternately in the two people's mouths.

The two birds mistook the two people for treetops and landed on their shoulders.

Snowflakes fell from the gray sky, covering and enveloping everything on the ground.

The bird shook its head from time to time, shaking off the pointed snow piles on its black feathers.

But the two treetops remained motionless, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Before the kiss even left, they had already accidentally...grown old together.