Ten minutes ago.

Feng Cheng looked at the closed wooden door in front of him, raised his hand and wanted to push it open, but as soon as he put his hands up, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness, so cold that he reflexively retracted his hand.

He was slightly startled, spread out his palm and looked at his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and slowly put his hand on the door again in confusion, but this time he felt nothing except the texture of the wood.

Odd......

Feng Cheng muttered in his heart, and with a little force, pushed the door open.

Even if he was ready to face an unusual situation, his first feeling was one word: cold.

The moment he pushed the door open, a cold wind suddenly blew out from inside the door, cutting through Feng Cheng's skin like a knife, making him subconsciously take a step back, propping his right foot behind him, and raising his hand to cover his face tightly.

Fortunately, the wind quickly stopped, and Feng Cheng immediately opened his eyes and looked vigilantly into the private room.

But at this moment, he realized that he was supposed to be outside the door of the private room, and he had unconsciously entered the room, and everything in front of him made him feel relieved at once.

It was afternoon when he and Su Tingbai arrived here, and the spring was shining and the sun was high outside, but this private room, no, it should be said that it was in this courtyard, but it was quiet at night.

A ridiculously large full moon hung high in the night, there were scattered stars twinkling around, occasional snowflakes drifting in the air, a thick layer of snow had already fallen on the ground of the courtyard, there was a wooden house and a small well on the right side of the enclosure, and around the courtyard was a circle of canals, and the clear and cold living water flowed out of the hazy mountain forest in the distance, making a pleasant roaring sound.

In contrast to the lively and cheerful atmosphere of the tavern, it is particularly cold and quiet, like a secluded world.

Feng Cheng's heart suddenly moved, and he turned around as if he had a feeling, but what appeared behind him was not the door, but the other side of the courtyard, on one side was a stone table and a stone chair, and on the other side was a small row of "Flower of Death" crystal orchids planted around the canal, each of which was shrouded in the light blue moonlight, exuding a soft, almost transparent silver-blue luster.

However, the most eye-catching thing is not these wonder-looking flowers, but the "person" in the yard.

She was wearing a robe whiter than the snow on the ground, and her long hair was draped behind her, white from the root of the hair, until the middle of the hair slowly turned inky black, and dragged to the ground, forming a very strong contrast with the white robe and white snow.

With her back to Feng Cheng, she slowly raised a wooden spoon to water the crystal orchids, and the water dripped into the snow, but it didn't melt.

This scene was so weird that the white sweat on Feng Cheng's back came out, he swallowed his saliva quietly, stood up straight and saluted her according to the movements that Su Tingbai had taught him on the plane before.

"The younger generation is entitled, and I have seen the patriarch ......"

But before the last two words could be spoken, he was just halfway bent and his waist was lifted up again by an invisible force.

"Sit down. ”

She stopped, and finally spoke.

The voice is indistinguishable, to be precise, it is not recognizable at all, because it is so light and faint, like a sigh, that it has passed through your ears and disappeared into the wind before you can hear it.

Feng Cheng was stunned, took a few steps forward and sat down at the stone table, looking at the mysterious fox demon patriarch with curious and puzzled eyes.

After waiting for about two minutes, she finally finished watering all the flowers, and slowly put the wooden spoon back into the bucket beside her.

Feng Cheng unconsciously sat up straight, his palms on his knees, and he couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart, not knowing what he would see later.

She slowly turned around, and met Feng Cheng's eyes.

Hiss –

The strings in Feng Cheng's head tensed suddenly, his pupils constricted, and his back subconsciously froze, forcibly holding back the thought of looking away and looking at her.

She obviously has a human head and body, but her face is that of a fox, and her slender and deep eyes are staring at him coldly, especially when she is still approaching step by step, which is even more weird and creepy, just like the cat-faced old lady circulating on the Internet, which makes people feel the urge to run away in their hearts.

Feng Cheng watched her sit down opposite him, his palms were already sweating unconsciously, and the whole person was nailed to the stone bench like a sculpture and didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

She raised her hand, the wide cuffs swept in front of Feng Cheng, and in the next second, a set of jade tea sets appeared on the empty table.

"Do you know how to make tea?"

Feng Cheng bowed his head, raised his hand, pretended to hold the tea clip calmly, clamped the teacup, and swirled in the bowl with boiling spring water, carefully and carefully carrying out the steps of washing the cup before making tea.

The atmosphere was quiet again, and only the sound of flowing water and the crisp and subtle clash of porcelain could be heard.

After a while, after Feng Cheng finished dividing the tea, she spoke again.

"Turn the wind into a blade, let me see. ”

After Feng Cheng went through this tedious step, the mood that was shocked at the beginning slowly calmed down, although he was still a little stunned when he looked at her face, but he was not so scared.

Hearing this, he stretched out his right hand and let out a deep breath, focusing his attention on his hand, tracing the outline of the sword in his mind as if it were the first time.

In just a moment, the ancient sword that had been conjured by him reappeared in his palm, and the sharp blade reflected a frightening cold light.

Her eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand towards the sword in Feng Cheng's hand.

The last time Su Tingbai touched the sword, it disappeared immediately, but until she held the sword in her hand, it was still the same as in Feng Cheng's hand.

Her slender fingers lightly slashed across the blade of the sword, and the fingertips were just a hit on the blade, and an extremely thin wound was immediately cut, and the blood oozed out instantly, leaving a bright red and eye-catching trace.

Feng Cheng carefully observed her expression and saw that her mouth suddenly opened and closed gently, as if she had said a few words.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" he asked.

She paused, her gaze slowly turned to Feng Cheng, and then the ancient sword seemed to finally be unable to support it, and it shattered into fine pieces of light very quickly, melting into the wind.

For the first time, the fox smiled on his face.

"For 100,000 years, the gentleman who only treated himself fulfilled his wish. ”

"Thou art alone to know. ”