C6 Frost for the Frost
"If you don't miss someone, you will miss them, and you will miss them," Fu Sheng said.
I frowned, "What?"
He was stunned, "I learned it in the mortal world."
"The Heavenly Dao can't tolerate you anymore. You want to go to the Mortal Realm to play... Really..." I tilted my head and teased him, thinking that I had been sealed here for tens of thousands of years without being able to take a single step out. It wasn't that I wasn't envious.
"I have already found this Seven Realms world to be boring, and I can only play in the mortal world." The old man's laughter came and went, and his dim figure became brighter and brighter.
"Where you go to play has nothing to do with me, but what exactly did you mean just now? What do you mean by missing each other? Even if you say it out loud at such an old age, it won't hurt." I smiled, but my chest felt awkward.
The panic of years ago had broken through again, and since Fu Sheng had told me that he could fall asleep, he had raised his head vaguely.
It spread to every corner of my body. A chill ran through my entire body. I couldn't help but curl up. As I breathed in and out, my consciousness started to blur.
When I regained my consciousness, I realized that it was snowing. It was snowing so heavily and in such a hurry.
Snowflakes were falling all around me, and in a moment of stupefaction a thick layer of frost appeared around me, which was gradually encrusted with new snow, until I was surrounded by smooth, white ice.
It was so... cold in my heart.
... "Fu Sheng?"
I opened my mouth to call out to him, but found that the words that came out of my mouth were like a biting cold wind.
This must be the so-called winter in the human world. I have seen it before.
It's just that I've been trapped in this Mute Moon Valley for nearly ten thousand years, so when have I ever seen winter?
Then when was the last time I saw Dong Ri?
I squinted my eyes and leaned against the tree, unable to care about the chill around my body.
Seven Realms of the Great Dao, the Divine Realm of the Immortal World, naturally occupied the best territories, which were warm and gentle like that of hundreds of thousands of years. The Spirit Realm was filled with mist everywhere, and it never changed. The Netherworld controlled the reincarnation of the Great Dao, and it was impartial in its location, but it was extremely cold, and was frozen all year round. The only place where the four seasons changed could only be the human world.
I had been to the Netherworld before, and I knew vaguely that I had been there three times.
The first time was an invitation from Nether Lord; the second time was for Yunxi, who drank my poisoned wine when the war came, and for Left Patronus Chimu, who blocked arrows for me during the war...
The third time, he didn't seem to have any purpose. He just went for a while and came back.
People were always like this. Things without purpose were easier to forget.
But then again, although the Netherworld was frozen everywhere, there was no such beautiful flying snow - the Netherworld seemed to be born in winter, there was no process.
Then this snow must have been seen in the mortal world.
The mortal world...
[I have to go to the mortal world at least seven or eight times. Except for the last time, I only need one or two days to finish my business. I won't stay for long.]
It happened to be the last time in seven months.
I fell into a trance again in the snow. I seemed to see a medicine boy in cyan clothes walking on a path in the mountain on that winter day...
That medicine boy was no older than fifteen years old. Although his face was not as pretty as when he grew up, he was still a handsome young man.
As he walked on the weedy stone path, the medicine basket on his back rustled, and a long-eared brown rabbit poked its head out.
At the end of the gravel path there was a cliff, and at the top of the cliff, rounding the boulder, and turning the corner of a row of dead, twig-like herbs, a little hut stood there, with a thick thatched roof and a well-ordered fence.
