The wind was very strong at night, it sounded like a wolf howling, blowing the curtain violently, and he lay down with the quilt in his arms, deliberately leaving a large area for Feng Qihan.

Feng Qihan: "......" He has always practiced in the ashram room at night, rarely going to bed, and left most of the carriage in the place, and patted his side with Bai Shengsheng's little hand and said, "Master, don't you sleep?"

Feng Qihan untied his coat, and heard a rustling sound, and the cushion next to him suddenly sank a little.

The lack of water to wash in the wilderness was a little uncomfortable, but it was winter, and I didn't sweat when I stayed in the carriage. I can understand it very well, after all, it is not easy for everyone in the wilderness, how can you ask for so much. But thinking that the master was next to her, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so she quietly moved to the side.

Feng Qihan watched the little apprentice's petite body move into the distance, as if he had been stabbed in his heart somehow.

The curtain by the car window was blown by the wind and almost slapped on her face, like a convulsion, the sound was very loud, and the wind leaked, cold and noisy, and the original sleepiness was blown away.

Feng Qihan pursed his lips, his face was not very good-looking. It's just that in the next second, the wind-like curtain suddenly quieted down, obediently sticking to the side, the wind also stopped, and a trace of warmth quietly diffused in the carriage.

I only felt that my body was hot, so I let go of the small blanket that I was holding tightly in my arms, and a white and slender neck was exposed, like a deer, fragile and delicate and well-behaved. It was also very tiring to be bumped in the car for a day, surrounded by warmth, and my mind was heavy, and my sleepiness came up.

Feng Qihan looked at her sideways, the little girl had her eyes closed, her eyelashes were lying quietly, and under her small nose was a ruddy little mouth. A soft wattle was placed on his chest and fell asleep.

It is these hands that can make such a delicious dish out of clay and a few leaves.

He is a monk, where does he believe that "the taste of the world is pure joy"? But it was what she made that made him move his heart.

Look at these hands, they are clearly soft as if they have not been touched with spring water, why do they actually do this kind of work?

The outer gate of Lingqi Mountain is mostly the disciples of the small rich and safe family, and those who can enter the inner door are not rich and noble, but have a realm of countless financial and material resources of the family, or the family background is average, but there is superhuman talent.

This little guy ......

Feng Qihan still remembered the choice of the Zhefang Society, among her group of disciples, this little guy who was not very talented was actually the first person to step into the main hall.

The history of the Heavenly Ladder is much older than that of the Lingqi Mountain sect, and when he first stepped on the Heavenly Steps, he almost died there.

The more persistent the immortal dao is, the more difficult it is to maintain.

But the world is crowded, chasing fame and fortune, but anyone who has a little talent, they all try their best, and they want to spy on a little bit of heavenly opportunity along the way of cultivating immortals, but they don't know that this is the biggest stumbling block that hinders cultivation.

Feng Qihan retracted his gaze. A night pearl the size of a pigeon's egg rolled down the carriage at will, emitting a dim and quiet light.

I don't know what kind of place is raised in such an autumn and autumn. He thought.

The other side is miserable, nothing else, just desolation.

The brothers got into the carriage one after another, but found that no matter how the curtain was pulled, even if it was tied with a rope, it would still be blown by the wind.

Leakage. It's also cold.

It was pitch black inside the carriage, and the night pearl had been taken away, and occasionally a little warm light of the bonfire could be glimpsed through the cracks in the wind-blown curtains.

Luo Bei'an shrank for a while, the mat was not enough to keep out the cold, so he had to take out a small fiery red bead from the storage bag, and put it not far away after urging it.

Liu Mingfei held the cold sword body, sat cross-legged, felt a little warmth in front of him, and not only opened his eyes.

"Fire Spirit Orb?"

Luo Bei'an nodded, this is a low-grade fire spirit bead, it can only last for three hours at most, this weather is too cold, it seems that some quilts will be added tomorrow...... Oh no, I can't sleep in the countryside tomorrow!

"You're not sleeping yet, what are you doing with the sword?" Luo Bei'an looked down on him the most like holding the sword in his arms like a big girl, and stretched out his hand to pull him.

Liu Mingfei glanced at him, and had to lie down on his side, behind him was the warm fire spirit bead, although it was still very cold, but it was better than nothing. Closing the pair of phoenix eyes, his mind did not stop repeating the sword technique for a moment.

A gust of wind blew the curtain open, and Luo Bei'an silently put his feet in a little, and saw that the curtain of the carriage in front of him did not move at all, as if the wind only patronized them.

Luobei'an: !!

Liu Mingfei was annoyed by him turning over and over, frowning and muttering, "Senior brother, where are your pancakes?"

Luo Bei'an lay upright, found a trace of sleepiness in the darkness and cold, and carefully took advantage of this sleepiness to fall asleep.

The night was boundless, enveloping the four wildernesses, enveloping mortals, enveloping monks, and also enveloping demons.

Where people see or can't see, the stars move until the sky is about to dawn.

A few remnants of the stars were like shallow tooth marks, disappearing on the other side of the gray-blue hermit's glow.

Woke up by the car, rubbed his eyes and got up. I don't know what time it is, but I'm already on my way.

Looking back, her eyes widened rapidly, Feng Qihan sat against the side wall, there was a black trace on her fair and flawless face, which was particularly obvious, and her drooping eyes seemed to reveal sadness and exhaustion.

"What did "......" go through early in the morning? But it looks pretty cute?

She reached out and touched it, and some charcoal dust immediately came down from her fingertips.

Feng Qihan didn't move, only raised his eyes to look at her.

He couldn't help but smile and wiped all the ashes for him, and then asked, "Master went to make a fire in the morning?"

Feng Qihan didn't know that the little apprentice's closeness was just to wipe off the charcoal ash for him, and his mood was a little better, "It's not easy for Bao Xi." ”

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Guessing eight or nine is not far from ten, the master is afraid that he will try to cook again. There was no accident when she stopped her last night, and I don't know how it was this morning.

Look at the way he looks empty-handed. I'm afraid it ended in failure.

In fact, not only did it fail, but it also put on a cornucopia of spiritual weapons. This invulnerable baby, I don't know how Feng Qihan tossed it, but it was scrapped directly, and the two apprentices were stunned.

Lu Miao soothed, "It's okay, Master, I'm here, I'll make it for you." Thinking that the master was very depressed that he didn't eat breakfast, he was in a bad mood, so he untied the bag with his little hand and took out a bag of snacks, "Give." ”