On the night when Fengluan Mountain was hit by a blizzard, Jing Ren went to ask his master for advice because he was not familiar with several ancient spells. At that time, there were already small snowflakes floating in the sky, and the pieces were crystal clear, which was particularly special on Fengluan Mountain, which had never fallen from snow.

Jing Ren's mind quickly turned more than 100 poems about the snow scene in the world, such as "The plum and the snow are three points white, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum", "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom", "If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a cup of nothing"...... He "ah" a few "good poems", patted the snow flakes on his head again, and went to the master's courtyard.

The door of Taifeng Yuanzun's room was closed, and there was no sound in the courtyard, only the movement of snow falling.

"Master, the apprentice has a matter of participating in the study of spells, and I would like to ask you for advice."

Jingren asked for instructions several times, knocked on the door a few times, but did not respond. He was ready to peek inside, but out of politeness, he gave up. Nearby, a few of the originally lush Misu trees had lost their leaves and fruits, and they were bare and pestleed there, looking a little pitiful. Jingren shook his head, sighing that Xiao Jiu couldn't eat the Misu fruit, and maybe he would go to the wind and stream again and steal the pear fruit from Dongjun's family to eat.

Jing Ren has always disagreed with Xiao Jiu's pursuit of Dongjun, so he naturally doesn't want Xiao Jiu to have another excuse to go to the wind and stream. So, he performed a few resurrection tricks and threw them on the Misu tree. On weekdays, what flowers, grasses, insects, fish and trees, even if they are half dead, a revival trick can bring it back to life. However, this revival trick was suddenly blinded, and even after using it for more than ten times, I didn't see half a leaf grow from the Misu tree, and the trunk became more and more dry and wilted.

Jingren's mind is more roundabout. At this time, I also saw that the signs were not quite right. Taifeng Yuanzun cherishes every grass and tree in Fengluan Mountain very much, and is even more happy with the Misu tree in the courtyard, and even has studied the technique of reducing the shriveling of the Misu fruit, how can he let the Misu tree dry to the ground? Unless......

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, compared with the small snow and wind at the beginning, it is like a giant lion roaring at Fengluan Mountain. Yasuto reflexively was about to knock on the door, when suddenly, the door opened, and a hurricane swept Yasuto's short body into the air. Taifeng Yuanzun's old and weak voice came from the room: "It's too late, leave quickly...... Da! ”

Blizzards. flooded the compound. Destroy the entire Fengluan Mountain.

Yasuto was blown thousands of miles away by a hurricane and landed on the outskirts of an unknown small city. His whole body was soaked in ice, snow and cold poison, and his internal organs were shattered by the power of the hurricane at that moment of the master, and his life was in danger. It happened that the Xiaoyang Chinese Opera troupe passed here. Master Jin saw him as an ugly-looking dwarf. It's a good choice for a comedy show that looks ugly. And they saved him.

After Jingren recovered, he learned that Fengluan had been destroyed and the immortals had died. I didn't believe it, and I insisted on going back. But when he reached the foot of the mountain, he only saw a vast snow-capped mountain, without a trace of life.

Jingren shrank in the snow lumps at the foot of the mountain, regretting that he was incompetent and wanted to freeze himself to death.

The master of the gold class came over and said: "You are the one I rescued with great difficulty, and you haven't repaid me yet, you will earn me enough gold, and you are not allowed to die!" Then he rolled him up with the tail of the snake, threw him into the carriage and took him away. Since then, Jingren changed his name and surname, and followed the troupe to the north and south.

Last year, the troupe came to the magic capital, and many corners with weak mana were almost gnawed to death by the demon qi, and it was Jingren who blessed them with mana with magic, so that the troupe could develop smoothly in the magic capital. When Jiu Mingmei was brought into the magic capital by Helan Mountain, the troupe was nearby. Jingren found her, but he felt remorseful and shameless, so he found an excuse these days and left the magic capital temporarily. I heard that Xiao Jiu had an accident at the wedding early this morning, so he rushed back.

"Should I think you deserve to die and die? Our people in Fengluan Mountain, when are they pedantic! ”

"I ......"

"Fa Fa, Lao Barge, you all come here!" Jiu Mingmei howled over, only to see the black old barge and the white cat's hair all slightly moist eyes, and rushed towards Jingren.

Lao Ji is also a wooden man who doesn't like words, hugging Jingren like a brother, and patting his back: "It's good to come back." ”

Fa Fa happily climbed on top of Jing Ren's head, scratching his messy hair with his claws from time to time, and exerting his usual poisonous tongue talent: "Xiao Jing, didn't Senior Brother say you, when are you going to repair this chicken nest feather?" It's really not possible, I'll fix it for you with my claws. ”

"Second Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, you ...... Are you all still alive? As soon as Jingren's tears stopped, they flowed out again, like a faucet, and they couldn't stop.

"Jingren, Xiao Jiuzi is right." The old black man retorted, "Whether you run away or be rescued, as long as you are alive, what hurdle is there that you can't get over?" As long as our twelve immortals can reunite and rebuild Fengluan, there is hope. ”

Twelve immortal disciples, once again found one person, and now they have gathered the senior brother Shan Huyin, the second senior brother Lao Jie, the fourth senior sister Hai Mingyue, the old five Fafa, the sixth senior sister Jiu Wanwan, and the seventh senior brother Jingren. Although the fairy spirit of the tenth senior sister Zonglanxia is still in the body of the ear mouse, it is not far from being stripped out.

Jiu Mingmei looked at their intimate appearance, her eyes were slightly moist, and suddenly a pair of big hands grabbed her shoulders and hugged her into her arms: "Mei'er is good, crying with joy does not mean being fragile, don't suppress yourself." ”

Feng Qianji's hands were warm and powerful, and she was ironed very properly. She smiled, plunged headlong into his hard chest, and pinched his strong thighs with her small hands: "Well, never suppress yourself." ”

On the other side, some of the subordinates of the troupe were all dumbfounded. This world is crazy, there is still a haze rolling in front of them, lightning is splitting, and they are still counting on the dwarf Jing to win back a city for them. It's good now, the emotional family is a family! The battle has become a family recognition conference, and Rao is not so ups and downs when they act.

The hugging people giggled, the dumbfounded men suffocated, and the golden people on the ground ...... Belch......

The golden man on the ground is motionless: Hey! Feed! Hey! Who can turn me back first? I'm not gone yet, hey!

Blood Demon Huaiyin smiled slightly, silently retreated, entered the courtyard, and intercepted the ear rat that was about to escape: "We saved your life, and you plan to repay it like this?" How is this kind of practice different from the troupe that robs while the fire is burning? ”

The eared mouse was hanging out of the wall with half a leg, and half a leg was hanging inside the wall, which was an embarrassing situation of not being able to leave: "I stayed here, and I wasn't used by you!" After all, you saved me only for the sake of the fairy in my body! ”

Blood Demon Huaiyin smiled: "It's okay if you want to go, but are you sure you don't care about Ah Mi Shaozun anymore?" Leaving the Demon Capital in such a dejected way is not your style, Red Rat King. ”

(To be continued.) )