Wuchang Mountain is not a high mountain, but for some reason, there is always snow on the top of the mountain.

By daybreak, the heavy snow that was fluttering like goose feathers had stopped.

Looking out the door, the mountain was a bleak expanse of white.

The snow on the training platform had been swept clean. With a "clang", the boy's hands were frozen red and he lost his grip on the branch, which fell to the ground, scaring away hundreds of birds in the forest.

Jiang Ziyou shouted: "This person looks exactly like me."

Yin Buqi asked, "When did you become Wen Shili's disciple?"

Jiang Ziyou blurted out: "Thirty years ago."

"Senior brother has always looked like this since I can remember. He should have reached the Golden Core stage a long time ago." Yin Ci muttered softly.

Yin Buqi asked, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Ziyou nodded: "Of course, I remember it very clearly. I came to Rimuli in the same year as the Holy Lord Fuhua, but the Holy Lord came a few months earlier than me."

Yin Buqi was startled, as if he had thought of something, and there was a hint of wind in his eyes. Then he asked Jiang Ziyu: "Do you have any family?"

Jiang Ziyou shook his head: "I don't know. The first person I saw when I woke up was my master, and I had no memory of the past."

Jiang Niannian looked at Yin Buqi: "But what did you think of?"

"Not sure yet, let's wait and see."

The wind swirled down from above, and a man appeared at the mountain gate, looking cold and lonely. His white clothes were very thin, but he seemed not to be afraid of the cold.

There is not even a trace of warmth in those eyes of the ancient well and deep pool.

Wen Shili at that time was even colder than he is now.

When the boy saw him appear, he was overjoyed and ran over here immediately, "Master, Master! You're back!"

These two people are Master Wen Shili and his disciple.

Jiang Ziyou grabbed the corner of his clothes, hid the branch in his hand behind his body, and said, "Master, I have practiced swordsmanship well every day these days and have not been lazy."

Wen Shili took a few steps and found that the corner of his clothes was pulled. He looked down at his frozen red hands and said nothing.

Jiang Ziyu quickly retracted his hand and looked at him anxiously and expectantly.

Young people always desire to be praised by their elders.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shili simply said, "Your physique is not good, so you are not suitable for cultivation."

"Oh..." Jiang Ziyou lowered his head as if he was disappointed. After a while, he raised his head again and said carefully:

"Master, I am stupid and don't have your understanding and talent, but I believe that hard work can make up for clumsiness, so I will work harder and never waste time... I like practicing swordsmanship. I, I want to be a person like Master, a chivalrous man who saves people."

Seeing that Shi Li didn't say anything, Jiang Ziyou continued, "Master, don't worry, I won't get hurt. I will take good care of myself."

"Yeah." Wen Shili nodded and responded. Without saying much, he walked into the palace.

Despite such coldness, Jiang Ziyu was not annoyed at all and kept sticking to her with a smile.

The master has a cold temper.

He took the initiative to get close to him, to talk to him, to do things for him. He would wait for him at the door every morning when he got up to study, and would wait for him at the mountain gate every month when he came home.

The coldest time has passed, the weather is getting warmer, and you can occasionally hear birds singing.

Jiang Ziyou got up early and went to the forest with his books to study.

"The predecessor was a man of high virtue and prestige, with his room filled with disciples, but he never showed any sign of being polite. I stood by his side, helping him with questions and questions, leaning over to listen to his requests; but was he scolded... scolded... and kicked out?"

He scratched his head and stared at the word for a long time, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the book: "I can't read it. I'll go back and ask my master later."

Then he continued to read: "He was more respectful and polite, and I dared not say a word in reply; I waited until he was pleased, and then asked again. Therefore, although I am stupid, I finally learned something..."

After reading it, he said to himself, "So this is how you ask questions. No wonder the master doesn't like to talk to me. It's my lack of etiquette."

When Jiang Ziyu returned, Wen Shili had already gotten up and was sitting at the stone table in the yard drinking tea.

He held the teacup, and the white porcelain light flowed across his fingertips.

His expression was as dull as ever, and his eyes were as still as water.

Seems like...looking at the snow?

"Master, I'm back."

Wen Shili lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Ziyou opened the book with the corner folded, placed it on the stone table, pointed at the word he had skipped in the morning and said, "Master, I don't know this word."

Before Wen Shili could say anything, Jiang Ziyu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him several times.

"Waaaaaah! Master! Master! I can't read this word!"

His expression was filled with grief and he was crying. No, he was crying but not crying.

The loud and powerful voice echoed among the mountains and forests.

"Master! I don't know how to read this word!"

"My disciple can't read!"

"I can't read—"

"Read——"

Wen Shili's fingers holding the teacup paused slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed onto the table.

“…”

His cold face became even gloomier: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Ziyou was kneeling on the ground and speaking with great emotion. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at him with his dark eyes: "Ask me a question."

Wen Shili said expressionlessly: "This is not called asking for advice."

Jiang Ziyou was very humble: "What is that called?"

"Crying."

Jiang Ziyu: “…” Something seems a little off.

Wen Shili picked up the book and said, "Chiduo, remember it?"

His voice is very pleasant, clear and gentle.

"Yes, yes. I'll remember it. Thank you, Master." Jiang Ziyou stood up and said, "Master, I'll go practice swordplay now."

"etc."

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Take the book."

"good."

"Next time you ask for advice, just ask directly, don't be polite."

"...Okay, I understand."

The days in the mountains pass quickly. Sometimes it seems like just a matter of turning around and the next season arrives in a hurry.

But there is still snow on the mountain in the end.

One day, Jiang Ziyou was fiddling with something on the ground, and the voice of Wen Shili came from behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" Jiang Ziyou was frightened and stood up: "Master, I'm making a snowman."

Wen Shili stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the snowman on the ground.

The two round snowmen were only the size of two apples.

One of the smiling snowmen was a little bigger, with branches stuck on both sides, looking majestic.

Hold the other, slightly smaller one in front of you.

Jiang Ziyu's big eyes were filled with nervousness, like a child who had done something wrong.

Wen Shili lowered his eyelashes, pointed at the big snowman, and asked, "What is this?"

"Master, look. This big snowman is me, and the small snowman is Master. My snowman is protecting you from the wind and snow."

Jiang Ziyou scratched his head and smiled rather shyly: "When I have a promising future, I can help Master share some of the responsibilities. Master protects all living beings, and I will take good care of Master. That way, Master won't have to suffer so much."

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Shili's expression, and a ripple seemed to appear in his eyes which were always cold.

He remained silent for a long time, with his long, dark eyelashes drooping, staring at the two snowmen in a daze.

He said, "Okay."

Jiang Ziyu just stood there in a daze.

Master actually... laughed.

Master really laughed!

I am so happy that I can see Master smile in my lifetime!

As if realizing something, Wen Shili stopped smiling, stretched out a hand to Jiang Ziyu, and said, "Let's go back to the house."

"Okay, okay, okay, Master."

This child was so happy that he could hardly speak clearly.

Jiang Ziyu put his red hands stained with snow water on his body, wiped them, and reached out.

The temperature of those hands was as cold as he was, yet he felt inexplicably warm.

Wearing a long white robe, he pulled her along and slowly walked up the stone steps...