"How could I hurt you!"

"What?" Hearing a murmur overhead, Zhicheng finally looked up.

"I won't hurt you!" It seems to be answering sincere words, and it is like making a promise that will never be broken. Ram Yichen raised his voice, he was so solemn and serious.

"You...... I don't believe it! Although he was shocked by the look of the ram Yichen, it was about his own life, and he didn't dare to trust it lightly.

Hearing the sincere honesty, Ram Yichen had a moment of loss. Then he smiled indifferently, half-squatting in front of Zhicheng, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, you just need to know. One, I have ordered someone to completely bury the matter of the dragon and phoenix dance. Second, rot all the things you know about your life experience, no matter how good your mother and who were good before, you are not allowed to think about anything carefully. Three, from now on, you are not allowed to leave my sight at any time. Fourth, look," Ram Yichen took out a small white jade glass bottle from his arms, and shook it mischievously in front of Zhicheng's eyes, "There is a small ball with a moist and fragrant fragrance in it, and it also has a very nice name, called 'Yun Xuan Dan', now, you have to eat it." ”

“…… Yes, what is it? Zhicheng looked at Ram Yichen's "weird" smile, creepy.

Ram Yichen kindly explained, "Its function is to let you follow me with peace of mind." ”

"No, I don't want to, you want to control me, I don't want to ......" Zhicheng retreated on the ground in fear, crying in his words.

Ram Yichen suddenly put away his smile and said casually: "The world is about to be in chaos, what can you do as a little girl?" With your identity, if you don't want to be controlled, there is only a dead end. ”

"Then I'd rather die!"

"What did you say?" In the blink of an eye, Ram Yichen's face was as cold as ice, and his voice was fierce, "She exchanged her life for you to get life, and you said that death will die?" As long as you have me, your life will not be up to you! ”

"Why do you care about me?" Zhicheng roared.

"With ......" with my attachment for more than ten years! He would never say it. "Your life and death are now in my hands!"

Zhicheng was completely sent to hell by this fluttering sentence, and she muttered in despair: "No, no, I don't want it, don't ......"

Seeing the little girl being hit so painfully by herself, Ram Yichen was also distressed. But if he let her moths fight the fire, then he will regret it for the rest of his life. But before he could think about it, he saw that the pink and green body was like a blooming hibiscus falling into the pond in a blink of an eye. Before he could react, he moved freely, and then jumped out of the ......

"It's worthy of the mother and daughter, and the temperament is so strong. However, "Ram Yichen pressed out the water in Zhicheng's chest, hugged the same wet, unconscious little girl and sat on the edge of the pool, his left hand against her back, continuously transmitting internal force, and smiled bitterly, "It's too rigid and easy to break!" ”

Half a moment later, Ram Yichen looked at the slender eyelashes of the girl in his arms fluttering gently like butterfly feathers, and knew that she was okay and was about to wake up. Stopping the internal force, she hugged the little girl tightly into her arms, as if to embed her into her body. Seeing that the little girl's eyebrows trembled more rapidly because of her strong confinement, Ram Yichen sighed, a pair of obsidian eyes were like a bottomless abyss, and the condensation on her face made people feel cold all over her body. He stretched out two green onion white fingers and tapped Zhicheng's neck, and the crystal eyes that were about to appear closed again......

"Cheng'er, I'm sorry, I can't leave you!"

Seven years later

On the highest snow-capped mountain in the southwest of Kyushu, a man in white clothes and white hair, with a handsome and dashing look, and a slim, handsome and clear girl stood on the top of the mountain looking to the east.

"Master, this ...... Moya... Mountain's... Day... Out of you... Annually... This... Time...... All have to... Come... Look, it's so ...... Many...... Years...... Not yet... See...... Is it enough? Zhicheng tried to stabilize his chattering teeth, and his sentence was intermittent for a long time. In order to alleviate the cold, she walked back and forth and stomped her feet, a handsome goose egg face was red from the cold, and her two slender willow eyebrows were tightly crumbled into a knot. A pair of peach-shaped eyes were faintly hazy with the white gas of breathing. She wore a long red ribbon tied with a bow at the back of her head, the ends of her hair were tied on both sides of her chest, and she was wearing a large red cotton brocade collar and floor-length skirt, the skirt was embroidered with large flowers as decoration, a red brocade belt was tied around her waist, a fiery red fox fur was covered, and a pair of delicate and small deerskin boots were put on her feet. She wrapped her slender body tightly with a fox fur, covering her mouth with both hands, but she still couldn't resist the biting chill of the ice and snow.

"I don't know where you've practiced martial arts all these years? We and other people who practice martial arts can keep out the cold with internal strength, you look at you like this, how do you look like a person who practices martial arts? Cang Ming retracted his gaze from afar, flicked the sleeves of his wide robe, and looked at his little apprentice with a winceing look, and couldn't help but be angry.

"......" sincere complaint died down under the old man's eyes of hatred of iron and steel. She looked at the man's silver hair loosely tied behind his head with a white brocade ribbon, flying in the wind, wearing a loose black brocade cross-collar right swing robe, decorated with heavy diamond patterns, the robes were inlaid with wide golden thunder brocade along the edges, a dark blue brocade belt was loosely tied around the waist, covered with a black light shirt, and an eagle feather fan in his hand was pretending to be dangling, Zhicheng only felt envious. She admits that her body's resistance to the cold is simply outrageous, but this is innate, what can she do? Her own master always pokes the apprentice's feet so blatantly, and she is also very aggrieved! Zhicheng secretly glared at Cang Ming.

"Hmph, are you still wronged? Who told you to come? ”

“…… Can you touch your conscience first? I said I was going to find my senior brother, you cry, make trouble, and hang yourself, no! I said I'll stay home and wait for you, but you said that there is no one to keep you company on the road, not allowed! I said I was waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, but you said you were afraid that I would be abducted, so you were not allowed! Am I not wrong? All of Zhicheng's grievances were hooked up by the words of the unscrupulous master, thinking of this person's "doing", she didn't care about respecting the teacher, so she blocked his unconscionable mouth first. However, this venting has dispelled a lot of cold on the body.

“…… Alright, alright! The master is wrong, okay? "Seeing that Zhicheng is really on fire, Cang Ming didn't dare to hold it anymore, and hurriedly confessed his mistake to the little apprentice, his little apprentice is very temperamental, if he runs away from the popularity again, who will make him good food?" But ah, Xiao Cheng'er, your internal strength is really too bad! ”

Zhicheng's face turned slightly pale, and Cang Ming's words made the little apprentice jump to his feet.

"In vain, I respect you as a 'master'! Master, you always stretch out your hand to count, how many days have you taught me martial arts? Zhicheng stared at this guy who seemed to be a fairy wind bone, but was actually a dead face. It is clear that he has surpassed the sixtieth birthday, but he has a tender face that is comparable to a teenager, but his temperament is even more noisy and naïve than that of ordinary teenagers. Zhicheng looked at the one in front of him, and then thought about the bright young man in peace, and could only look at the sky speechlessly.

"Xiaoyi's kung fu was learned from the old man, and you learned it from him, the same as the old man taught you in person!" Cangming's cheekiness can always break Zhicheng's previous cognition.

"Then the food I cooked for you and gave it to my senior brother, are you also full?"

"Nonsense! Is this the same thing? "When it comes to the issue of eating, Cang Ming can't tolerate half of it.

"I don't think it'...... bad"

"Okay, good, the sun is out, if you want to make any more noise and affect my sunrise, I will throw you on this side and don't want you later!"

"Who is rare!" Zhicheng muttered quietly, but he also calmed down and stretched his gaze to the eastern sky. At this moment when their master and apprentice were arguing, a small silver ball was enveloped in orange flames, like a baby, struggling hard, breaking through the layers of obstacles little by little, slowly rising, emitting a thousand rays of light. His color slowly changed as he ascended, orange, pink, red, and finally he hung alone in the sky, dispelling the shadows around him and casting a brilliant golden light on the earth.

Although Cheng Cheng would complain first every time she came over the years, she was still shocked every time she saw this magnificent beauty. Exposed to the gift given by the sun, Zhicheng felt that her body was beginning to warm up, but she no longer dared to look directly at the high existence, it was too dazzling!

"Let's go! It's time for us to go! When Zhicheng was just about to enjoy the warmth, Cang Ming shook his sleeves and walked down the mountain.

It's been like this every time, he has been freezing for so long, and he can't warm up for a while, he always only cares about his own happiness. Sincere resentment is rife.

"Master, the sunrise on the top of this mountain is the most beautiful and spectacular, and the sun is the warmest. Why don't we warm up for a while before we go? This is the first time that Zhicheng has mentioned this question to Cangming since he began to follow Cangming to climb Moya Mountain to watch the sunrise seven years ago.

"Because of the war of the gods, we mortals had better stay away!"

“…… What? After waiting for a while, I was sincerely dissatisfied when I heard such a fool's answer. But looking at the dark back that was drifting farther and farther away, she couldn't care about anything anymore, and hurriedly picked up the "dragonfly water" to catch up.

"Dragonfly water" is a superb light skill, and its founder is the person who is always three feet away from the sincerity of the luck to catch up. Cang Ming, that is, the famous white-haired Cang Ming in the martial arts. In the year of the crown, a ghost crying sword, a set of original ghost crying swordsmanship, swept the martial arts family, three families and six major factions, and was jointly elected as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Two years later, he was attacked by someone and disappeared, and his life and death were uncertain. In another seven years, the white-haired people returned, and the blood washed the celebrity door, and since then, there are only three families and six factions left in the martial arts. Since then, Cang Ming has never set foot in the Central Plains martial arts. Secluded between the snow-capped mountains in the southwest, planting flowers and playing in the snow, enjoying yourself.

These are all sincere people who heard from the mouth of the ram Yichen. Six years ago, Ram Yichen, the prince of Shangyangguo, picked up a little beggar who was begging on the street from the street, gave her food and clothing, gave her clothes, gave her a name and surname, and handed it over to his master to raise her. Of course, now she is also her master.

In six years, the thin beggar with a gray face and a poor and thrifty appearance has grown into a beautiful girl with a beautiful face and a peerless elegance.

"Well, you're so slow!" Cang Ming stood halfway up the mountain, pacing impatiently. In a moment, Zhicheng stood beside him, and the mocking words blurted out.

Zhicheng sent him a big white eye, speechless. This old man has become accustomed to bullying her.

Why don't you dare to rush to this attitude towards Senior Brother? Zhicheng wanted to yell at him, but she didn't dare.

"It's not that this red skin is holding you back, or you beg the master, and the master will help you hold it?" Cang Ming's hippie smile approached Zhicheng to pick up her fox fur, Zhicheng threw him a disdainful look and dodged it, and took up the light gong and went down the mountain. The old man followed behind him, and when he went down the mountain, he didn't cross her again.

After going down the mountain and returning to the inn, Zhicheng took off his fox fur and went into the kitchen.

In the Windward Inn, Xiao Er was not surprised by Zhicheng's behavior, and led the way diligently, the boss smiled at Zhicheng while looking at the other guests with Zhicheng's surprised eyes and shook his head and waved his hand, signaling them not to do much. Six years ago, when this sincere girl came to their inn for the first time, she was dressed like this, which really shocked everyone. As we all know, Shangyang people don't like to be popular, even if other people come to Shangyang, they know that they should abide by this rule. Dare to be blatant in Shangyang, it's really fatal!

So there really was someone to teach the unruly one a lesson. But who would have thought that those who went to teach people were taught a lesson, and a son with an extraordinary temperament who walked with the unruly little girl - their prince Shangyang - Ram Yichen personally sent those people to the government prison, and drafted an order in the court: No one shall interfere with the preferences of the sincere girl!

From then on, they knew that this girl was so noble that they could not afford to offend!

Zhicheng has no sense of reacting to others, but it's just a piece of clothing, what's so strange? Besides, the red fox fur was given to her by Prince Shangyang himself.

What she was struggling with was another thing, she really didn't understand, did the food she cooked really taste that good? Why did the old man have such a soft spot for the food she cooked?

Zhicheng seemed to be born to cook, and after being picked up by the ram Yichen and given to the old man, the old man tossed her and asked her to learn to cook. But it was her "talent" that made a table of delicious dishes with color and aroma on the stove for the first time, and the old man ate happily, as if he could no longer live without her food.

She remembered asking Ram Yichen once about this question, and the man looked at her eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon in the sky, but he just didn't speak.

Zhicheng rarely asks the old man serious questions, except when she is bored and wants to listen to his nonsense, when she talks to the old man, she can never tell which sentence is true and which sentence is false? Although she always has the illusion that a teacher should be a futile solution. But in the old man's case, she just thought about it.

When the old man was satisfied, the master and apprentice were about to leave for home.