There will be no snow for the next few years.

Thirteenth year.

There was still no snow. Chen Yi saw Zhao Die'er for the first time in the snow-free year. In this year, Zhao Die'er was fourteen, and the girl next door had just grown up, standing tall and graceful, ready to bloom.

"Uncle Chen Shi."

Zhao Dieer said hello to Chen Yi very politely.

"Die'er? Long time no see."

Chen Yi, who was dancing with a sword, had a sword flower on his arm, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

That smile.

Zhao Die'er's heartbeat quickened as she saw her tender face and curled up head red in shame: Chen Yi's appearance was divine and her temperament was worldly. It was hard for the cardamom girl not to be pregnant when she was in love for the first time.

What's more, she usually never leaves the house or even steps out of the door. She has never even seen a few serious men. How can she control her mind when she sees such a stunning beauty in the world?

Chen Yi was not surprised by this reaction: he knew better than anyone else the charm of this skin, and if the other party could treat it with a normal heart, then it would be worth looking at differently.

Continue dancing with the sword.

Zhao Dieer took a deep breath to gather her emotions, and squatted aside to watch: admiring the scenery, admiring the sword, and admiring the people. In the end, her attention was completely attracted by Chen Yi's eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?

It is plain, quiet, and clear, like a clear mountain stream. Even the stars in the sky lose their color in front of it. Just one glance is enough to make anyone intoxicated...

Zhao Dieer's face became even redder and hotter.

Let's dance to the sword music.

She tried hard to suppress the shyness in her heart and trotted forward, her almond-shaped eyes filled with newly rising admiration: "Uncle Shi, can I teach Die'er this set of swordsmanship? Die'er wants to..."

"You want to learn?"

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Yi thought for a while and handed the sword to Zhao Dieer:

"Hold it and I'll teach you."

Anyway, it is not a secret that is not told. At this stage, there is no distinction between good and bad swordsmanship in the world. What supports him to dominate the swordsmanship is an unprecedented sword heart.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

Zhao Dieer held the sword and turned her head to look at Chen Yi, waiting for his instructions.

Chen Yi held her hand.

"Whoa!"

Zhao Dieer's face suddenly turned red to the roots of her ears, as if on fire, and her body also softened, feeling embarrassed and annoyed: "Uncle Chen Shi... you... you..."

How could he!!!

Men and women are not intimate. How could Uncle Chen Shi touch my hand and hold it like that? Although I don't hate it, this, this is too embarrassing!

Chen Yi really has no evil intentions.

He has watched Zhao Dieer grow up little by little. He has always treated her as a junior... practicing swordsmanship and physical contact are normal.

"Don't think too much."

Chen Yi, who remained calm-faced, said calmly while helping Zhao Dieer correct his posture: "Be still, carefully feel the meaning of the sword, follow your body with your heart, and follow the sword with your heart..."

The sun sets in the west.

Zhao Die'er didn't know how she got home in the end. Anyway, her head was still dizzy after she got home, her steps were light, and she fell asleep on the bed.

Because Chen Yi picked a plum blossom and pinned it for her with his own hands...

…

By the Gusu River.

Zhao Dieer comes to Chen Yi every day to learn swordsmanship.

In the first month, Chen Yi taught all ordinary skills.

In the third month, Chen Yi began to use sword energy to help Zhao Dieer cleanse his marrow and cut his veins.

In the sixth month, Chen Yi taught Zhao Dieer his self-created "Sword of Heaven-Severing".

In the ninth month, Zhao Dieer's sword energy soared into the sky, alerting Bai Yuzi, the master of the Shenyu Dynasty's sword pavilion. Bai Yuzi personally posted a message inviting her to attend the sword pavilion's apprenticeship ceremony.

In the tenth month, I did not learn swordsmanship.

Chen Yi is not good at preaching and teaching. It is not easy to be able to teach until today. The main thing is to lay a solid foundation. Zhao Dieer is not bad in talent. He will definitely achieve something in Jiange.

In the eleventh month, Chen Yi had a premonition that his journey to mortal transformation was coming to an end, and he was just waiting for an opportunity. It was all right, and he was thinking about how to survive the catastrophe of his being cut off from the mortal world.

Ordinary monks kill mortals and obey the laws of nature, and there is no disaster. Dong Yunyue's inner demons are his own fault, but if he goes against the general trend, heaven will definitely not tolerate him.

He is afraid that he will be killed just like the demon Chen Changsheng did in his life.

In the twelfth twelfth month, it was snowing heavily and we had New Year’s Eve dinner.

New year.

Zhao Die'er is fifteen years old, and it's time for her haircut ceremony.

It was dawn, and Chen Yi was dancing his sword on the bank of the Gusu River as always. Looking at the back figure that had haunted him almost every night in recent years, Zhao Dieer's expression was a little complicated.

You gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you and you are already old. It may be difficult for the two of us to be together in the end.

he.

He is her uncle.

"Uncle Chen Shi."

Called softly.

Zhao Die'er followed suit. The plum blossom she wore a year ago was still on her head, but it had withered: "Die'er will hold a wedding ceremony in five days. Uncle Shi, are you... coming?"

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment and sighed: "Unknowingly, Butterfly's hair has grown. When I first met you, you were still wrapped in swaddling clothes. Time is not forgiving."

Yudu.

He reached out and plucked a new plum, nourished it with sword energy, and replaced the withered plum: "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the hairpin gift, so this plum can be considered as a hairpin gift for you."

Hear the words.

Zhao Dieer's eyes, originally full of expectation, suddenly dimmed and she was extremely disappointed: "Uncle Shi... Okay, it's okay. Uncle Shi, um, it's okay."

There were faint tears in his eyes.

Chen Yi sighed, wondering whether he should be comforted: the gloom in his heart was getting thicker and thicker, indicating that the catastrophe was coming, but even he couldn't figure out the specific time.

He didn't want to give Zhao Dieer hope and disappoint her again. That would be really cruel.

"That…"

Zhao Dieer suddenly cheered up again and asked cautiously:

"Uncle Shi, can you agree to Die'er's small request?"

"Tell me something, if it's not too much."

"Uncle Shi, can you accompany Die'er...to wear the wedding clothes?"

Chen Yi’s eyes twitched:

"no!"

"Why?"

"Uncle Shi will never refuse Die'er, why this time..." Zhao Die'er was unwilling to give in. She needed an answer. She made this decision with great determination.

There is no answer.

Dong Yunyue is here.

Zhao Dieer left.
Chapter completed!