After taking the Pope to visit the Little Frost Mountain, Chen Yi left here.

Shushan arranged a place for the guests of the Taoist Sect, and the Taoist in the hemp robe followed behind the Pope, these fanatical believers, under the Taoist robe, seemed quiet and self-disciplined, and did not take with them a single dry leaf or a trace of sound when they left.

Ning Yi stood on Xiaoshuang Mountain, watching the Pope's departure, he was holding the fine snow, only the skeleton umbrella sword remained, and he looked a little gloomy lying in the arms of the young man.

The wind and rain whimpered, someone "Peng" opened the umbrella, the ticking fine rain was instantly bounced off, scattered on the ground, attached to the umbrella surface of the water droplets, around the outer edge of the black umbrella, blowing into a rain curtain surrounded on all sides.

Pei Fu looked at the mountain road under Xiaoshuang Mountain.

At this moment, the ink color is entangled, and the white robe that symbolizes the light of the Taoist sect walks slowly, surrounded by a thin figure, the young man who has gone away, young age, has ascended to the most powerful position in the world, and it seems that there is no pretentiousness of a high-ranking person...... When he was in a hurry, one hand was carrying the hem of the white robe, and the other hand was stretched out in front of him to block the rain, the wind and rain became stronger, even if someone held an umbrella, Chen Yi's figure still looked a little embarrassed.

She whispered, "Your Excellency, you're a nice person. ”

Ning Yi hummed softly.

His expression was not much relaxed, but said solemnly: "Chen Yi seems to have noticed the 'bone flute'. ”

Pei Fu thought about it and found that he realized this later, even later than Chen Yi, if Ning Yi didn't say it, he didn't even find out.

She could only blame all this on the Pope's carefulness and prudence, so she reluctantly said: "Maybe it has been through too many tribulations, so the Pope must be sensitive?"

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, stood under the girl's umbrella, hugged the fine snow and thought for a while, he felt that what the girl said was indeed right.

It is said that knowing people and faces does not know hearts, but Chen Yi is indeed an exception, and his caution does not make Ning Yi feel that there is anything wrong...... If he wasn't careful, Ning Yi would feel disappointed.

Ning Yi thought about it, his bone flute was gone, and the Pope would be able to find it...... Maybe it's because the song I played in Xiaoshuang Mountain is really good?

So Ning Yi asked expectantly, "Girl, how is my flute level?"

Pei Fu's face was embarrassed, and he replied honestly: "Decent...... Listen to the undead. ”

Ning Yi was a little annoyed, what is this called answering, can't listen to the dead?

was so angry that he waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

Pei Fu pursed his lips, took over Chen Yi's doubts, and said curiously: "So...... Where's your bone flute?"

"Lost!" Ning Yi waved his hand and said angrily: "Anyway, you don't like to hear it, I'm lost in the back mountain." ”

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The autumn killing of Xiaoshuang Mountain has a strong meaning, the heavy rain carries a clear artistic conception, after the visitors from the holy mountain leave, Xu Zang's coffin is resealed, and the heavy rain washes the mixed atmosphere in the mountains and forests of Shushan, without the slightest intention of stopping.

On the contrary, it intensified.

With two hundred catties of "flying rain in the sky", Ning Yi ran back to Xiaoshuang Building, and the girl's "sword hidden" Xinghui lit the oil lamp in the room, and a few pearls were dotted in the four corners, looking bright.

He picked up a bronze mirror hanging in the central hall and confirmed that his appearance was indeed embarrassing...... Ning Yi can guarantee that when he left from Xiaoshuang Mountain, he was wearing a black robe that was as solemn as autumn rain, but unfortunately his posture after falling down the mountain was not correct, his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, there were several scratched blood marks on his face, and his knees and arms were bruised and swollen, red and purple...... Looks like a beggar.

He couldn't imagine whether the visitors from the Holy Mountain who had been blackmailed by him were more angry or sympathetic when they looked at him.

Ning Yi brought a wooden barrel, boiled a bucket of hot water, took off his shabby robe, threw it into the bamboo basket, jumped into the wooden barrel, shivered comfortably, goosebumps and cold hairs stood up, and the heat from the outside in invaded his lungs, making him breathe a long sigh of relief....... It's been a long time since I've had such an experience, and the string on the line between life and death has been loosened.

The last time it was like this, it was in Anle City, Ning Yi returned to the courtyard after killing the horse thief, at that time Xu Zang would sneer and mock himself, hit himself, and by the way, he pointed out the mistakes he made one by one, and the girl would help herself boil hot water, and occasionally quarrel with Xu Zang.

Right now...... There is no more Xu Zang.

Pei Fu put away the umbrella, entered the house, frowned, and the first thing he did was to hold the bamboo basket, trot all the way, and throw all Ning Yi's torn clothes outside Xiaoshuang Building.

When she returned, she crouched down and hung her brand new clothes on a wooden pole, which hung not far from the barrel, and a white curtain hung down.

There is a difference between men and women, after the girl grew up, Ning Yi was divided into two beds, and there was one less porcelain doll that could both warm the bed and chatter, he was actually a little unaccustomed to it. The girl didn't know these things, and she didn't understand them, but Ning Yi had read some messy books in Xiling Qingbai City...... I have to be clearer in my heart than Pei Fu.

He was afraid that he would sleep in another bed, and Master Pei Min knew that one day he would appear and kill himself with a sword.

Piping hot.

Ning Yi had some injuries on his shoulders and back, when he fell into the back mountain and fell with the girl in his arms, he was gnawed by the shadow a few times, and in the process of biting, some injuries were left, he closed his eyes and meditated, leaning on the "fine snow" not far away and trembling gently, a trace of white mist swirled around Ning Yi's head.

The injury scabs over and falls off.

Ning Yi was unaware.

He felt a little tired...... Drowsy.

Thinking of the "fight" between him and that shadow in the mountain stream, as well as his awakening of the bone flute, his heart was like a big stone.

No one can tell these two things, even if you are as close as a girl, you must keep your mouth shut.

Vaguely, feeling that the water was still boiling warmly when it should be cold, Ning Yi opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a looming circle of "Sword Hidden" starlight, covering the barrel around, slowly maintaining the temperature.

That's nice......

Ning Yi muttered the word "girl" in his mouth, and after being tired to the bone, his consciousness slowly blurred.

Then someone lifted the white curtain around the barrel, looked at the tired and sleepy young face, couldn't help laughing, and carefully wiped his upper body exposed beyond the water.

Ning Yi's body is full of vigorous blood, and after practicing the Thousand Hands Lord's "Star Giant", his muscles are breathing all the time. Houshan fought with the shadows, leaving a few scars, which can be faded at this moment, the bronzed skin seems to have been burned with some white marks, which does not affect the appearance, it is strong and strong to the touch, and it is very good-looking.

Pei Fu wiped the sweat soaked on Ning Yi's forehead, blushed, wrapped a big white towel casually for him, and then resisted him with great difficulty, staggered, and walked towards the bedside.

The girl can use the "Sword Hide" Starlight to warm the water in the barrel for a whole day...... But it's not good to soak in it for a long time, although this set of theories is not valid for cultivators, Pei Fu still told himself in his heart, the spine, the cervical spine, the waist...... Cultivators are also human beings, so they can't just let Ning Yi soak in the bucket by themselves.

When he was in the courtyard of Anle City, Ning Yi was very tired, sometimes he fell asleep in the barrel, and it was Xu Zang who coped with this set of scenes, and most of the time, the ruthless old man who killed the embryo would slap Ning Yi on the top of his head, wake up the groggy young man, and suck back the hara hanging from his mouth.

But very rarely, the old man who killed the embryo would also carry Ning Yi warmly, be wrapped in a fig leaf by him, and resist back to the house from the yard with a big grin, throwing it back to the bed like a dead fish.

So when Ning Yi was carried by the girl, she didn't feel anything wrong at that time...... He seems to have returned to Anle City, but the person carrying him seemed to be a little small, and his toes were touching the ground, well, savor it...... It doesn't seem that small either.

Then he was thrown onto the bed with a thud.

The strength is several times heavier than that of Xu Zang.

The girl's face was flushed, her hands were taken back like an electric shock, protected on her chest, and she snorted angrily, thinking that she would have let that guy die in the bucket if she knew herself.

Ning Yi was lying not far away, most of the white cloth on his body had fallen off, his head was on the ground, and his body was lying on his back...... I slept all night.

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That night, Ning Yi had a dream.

He dreamed of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, bright stars, sitting on the back of a cardinal, holding a girl in his arms, and the heavens and the earth and clouds were all under him.

The girl didn't look at the stars and clouds in the sky, but buried her head in her chest and whispered her name.

"Ning Yi. ”

The voice sounded soft and sad at the same time.

With a hint of crying.

There was a lot of talk in the back, but Ning Yi couldn't hear it.

Ning Yi only had the wind whistling in his ears, he couldn't hear the call, and he couldn't feel the girl's emotions, just gently stroked the girl's head and smelled the fragrance of the long hair.

In a trance, look down.

There is no light in the world.

There was a white expanse beneath him.

It was snowing heavily.

There are 40,000 miles in front of him and behind him, and there is no end.