She sat quietly in the house, and unlike the others, she cried and begged for help when she saw such a situation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The entire Si Youfeng is Senior Sister Cao's power, she knows that no one will come to help her, not to mention, this rain house is just a dilapidated small thatched hut in the mountains to shelter from the rain, and few people visit it on weekdays.

In the afternoon, the wind had changed color, and in the evening it was even worse, the wind was whistling, the simple window panels hung crookedly and crumbling, and the wooden doors that were about to rot were crackling with the early winter rain.

Due to disrepair, the house was leaking everywhere, and A-Ning finally found an old coat, dusted off it, and draped it over his body.

It was so cold, cold and hungry, Aning huddled up on the pine rocking chair that was about to fall apart, and put her feet up, because the ground was already full of water.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and snow began to fall in the sky, and then it became heavier and heavier, and hailstones the size of eggs fell and hit the roof, smashing a hole.

Ah Ning held her head in her hands, and could no longer find anything else to cover, and the cold and biting hail hit her hand like this, falling on her robe, turning into cold snow water, dripping down.

It was falling, the hail stopped, the wind softened, the white snowflakes fell, and the world was extremely quiet.

A-Ning reached out to catch the snowflakes falling from the cracks in the roof, like a psychedelic, bleak dream.

Stepping on the snow, A-Ning dragged the rocking chair to the corner, the roof of that piece was not broken, it was the only good one, she shrunk her tired body and fell asleep.

The north wind was tight overnight, and the snow was white all over the ground.

Pushing open the window, a few birds and finches were playing in the snow on the branches, and it was very interesting.

Ha Qi warmed his hands, Qingli looked at it for a while, and hurriedly picked up Wushuang and wanted to go outside to play. She had seen snow before, but it was the first time she had seen such a large snow, and it was much colder on the high mountains than on the flat land.

In the treehouse at the top of the ancient peach tree, the sound of the piano sounded, and the snow fell from the branches of the peach tree from time to time, making a creaking sound. Qingli leaned on the window and listened for a while, got up and put on his clothes, and went to the master's side.

Looking through the crack in the door, the master was holding a pen to describe the magnificent scenery in the snow, and his focused expression made people think. She didn't bother Master, just stood quietly outside.

Haw......

The moon cliff, which was originally silent, was broken by the soft call of Wushuang. Bian Zhaoyao saw someone outside the door, so he put down the pen and paper in his hand and walked over.

As soon as she opened the door, the snow was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, Bian Zhao swaggered and calmed down, and then he saw clearly that Xiao Li was standing in front of the door, she should have been standing for a while, and her head and body were covered with snowflakes.

"Fool, what are you doing standing outside on such a cold day, why don't you come in quickly. Bian Zhaoyao reached out to remove the snowflakes from her hair and clothes, and brought her in.

Hehe, Qingli smiled faintly, gathered around the desk, and looked at the landscape scroll, which was exactly the same as the scenery in front of him. This painting is amazing, the master is really versatile, if you don't cultivate immortals, I'm afraid you can also mix well in the mortal world.

"Master, you painted it so well, and you painted the picture of landscapes, flowers and birds in my house, right?" Qingli suddenly remembered that the painting on the wall of the tree house was also meticulously depicted and lifelike, if it was made by Senior Brother Lu, she would never believe it, and only a person with literary talent and martial arts like Master was worthy of such a good handwriting.

"Do you like it, if you like it, I'll give it to you when I'm done, okay?" Bian Zhaoyao is boring to draw anyway, all to pass the time.

"Okay!" Qingli was so happy that as long as it was something from the master, even if it was an ordinary tea bag given to her, or a used old handkerchief that she wiped her hands with, she kept it as if it were a treasure, and she was reluctant to use it and even more reluctant to throw it away.

When it snows, that is, when the ice cream flowers bloom, these days, the disciples of each peak will go up the mountain to look for the ice cream flowers, and Qingli is no exception.

After meeting the master, Qingli carried the bamboo basket up the mountain. The snow fell so deep that a foot on it left a deep mark, and the frostless flapped its wings and flew in the air following the trajectory of its owner.

In the room, Bian Zhaoyao was still depicting the Taihua picture scroll, either dyed or detailed, striving to achieve perfection. The tea on the table was steaming hot, and the fragrance filled the room.

On the mountain, Qingli finally found a few ice cube flowers, but most of them were gnawed away by hares and deer, and some were even uprooted and chewed to the point that there was nothing left.

After walking for half a day, all the harvest was not even covered by the bottom of a bamboo basket. However, this golden flower looks very beautiful in the snow, Qingli just looked at the scenery for a day, and it was not in vain to go out.

When he returned to the tree house, Qingli saw a painting pressed with an incense burner on the table, which was the one that the master had painted in the morning, but he didn't expect it to be completed so quickly.

"Thank you, Master!" she shouted as she stuck out of the window.

In the room, Bian Zhaoyao was meditating, and when he heard her voice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he continued to practice.

It's so beautiful, where should it be pasted, Qingli took the painting and compared it everywhere on the wall, and couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he just put it on the head of the bed, so that when he woke up every morning, he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.

It's getting dark, Qingli took some energy-exhausted fluorite to go outside to exchange for something else, this group of lights is still installed with the help of the senior brother, and it is staggered to form the shape of a hibiscus flower, Qingli has always liked it, but I don't know how good the senior brother is recently, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and there is no news of him from the master.

When he was in Huojitang, Qingli had heard that the Yinshan faction was secretive, all of them were insidious and vicious, and they kidnapped and killed people at every turn, and they were also at peace since the last battle between the righteous and demons, but in the past ten years, they have begun to become active again, presumably a certain ancestor has cultivated some unsightly evil law, cultivated to make great progress, and wants to come out to harm the world.

In this way, Qingli was still quite worried about the two senior brothers, but she couldn't help, so she could only wait for news in the mountains silently, hoping that the two senior brothers would be safe.

"Master, you're in the fugue again, let me guess, are you thinking about Brother Hai, or are you thinking about Brother Hao?"

"Okay, you sharp-toothed guy, what are you talking nonsense, see if I don't hit you!" Qingli was broken by it, and his face was suddenly red with shame, and when he turned around, he scratched Wushuang's itch, scratching all kinds of scratches.