Although Baili Fuxue lives in the retreat, he does not live in the same house as the spiritual cultivator. When he came, the disciples of the sect built another hut in the retreat, called "Rolling Snow Zhai", and set up an enchantment for the snow to sleep alone.

On this day, when Xiu Ling squatted outside the gate of the Drill Fire Courtyard, he didn't wait for the wind to go out, and could only wear the stars and the moon to return.

When the snow was rolling, he saw that the light in the snow house had been extinguished, so he sat alone at the head of the tomb and leaned on the monument to look at the moon to relieve his sorrows, but he didn't know that a person had already sneaked into the room.

On the couch, the child was sleeping soundly, drooling, chewing his mouth, and shouting "senior sister" in a dream.

Gongsun Changqin, who was standing at the head of the bed, had been observing him for a long time. At this moment, he raised his palm lightly, and a mellow red fire aura slowly poured into Fu Xue's body. As far as the inner view can see, a black fragment faintly emerges from his heart, and sure enough, it is the Open Heaven Stone.

Bright and brilliant spiritual light slowly enveloped the Open Heaven Stone, pouring in continuously, and finally forming a seal along its edges and corners.

Gongsun Changqin's face gradually turned pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed through the snow-like skin, like a hail rolling down. The arm that was outputting spiritual power trembled slightly, and finally fell.

He exhaled softly, relieved his spirit, and then reluctantly tucked the corner of the quilt for the child in normal condition and walked out the door.

Just listen to the "Who is it?" The door creaked open.

The cultivator suddenly saw a flash of fire and looked for it. You can enter the room, except for the snow that sleeps peacefully on the couch, there is no one around. She leaned over to examine the body of the snow again, but found nothing abnormal, and only smelled the slightest fragrance of swimming.

It's him.

After thinking for a moment, Xiu Ling did not look for someone, but ran towards the Yinfeng Cliff.

Sitting alone on the rocky cliff of Yinfeng Cliff, looking at the distant Tingfeng Cliff, Xiu Ling took out the Luoxia Bu Shake given to her by Gongsun Changqin, and sent it into the tip of the wind tuyere. Suddenly, the steps shook sharply, and the sound was repeated.

Sure enough, within a moment, there was one more person around him out of thin air. He raised his palm and retracted his step, "So leading the deity to appear, I'm not afraid of the princes of the Beacon Theater, won't the deity come in the future?" ”

"Tell me, why did you sneak into the snow and what did you do to the snow?" The cultivator asked him straight to the point. It's just that, looking back suddenly, she was stunned.

Although Gongsun Changqin was already white-skinned, but at this time, facing the moonlight, the white was blue, and it was so bleak that it was no different from a dead corpse. The bright eyes on weekdays are as dark as an abyss, and there is no smile that seems to be real or not. The already lazy body is getting more and more tired.

There was a half-point of compassion in his heart inexplicably, and Xiu Ling snorted lightly and said, "You...... Sick? ”

Gongsun Changqin sat down beside her, barely squeezing out a weak smile, "Have you already guessed that the child you picked up is not an ordinary person?" ”

Xiu Ling nodded slightly.

"If you can borrow the deity to lean on, the deity will tell you everything." Gongsun Changqin lowered his eyes on her lap, raised his eyes and stared at her eyebrows, and said very seriously, "Shi Shang is cold." Now the deity has limited ability, and he can't call the harp. ”

A weak breath lingered on his cheeks, exuding a faint fragrance. Although he is suspected of taking advantage of her, he is weak but he doesn't seem to be pretending. The cultivator convinced himself that "if you want to figure out the matter of the snow, you must always have some sacrifices...... so she bowed slightly.

Gongsun Changqin was really unkind, so he lay down on her legs as a pillow, looked up at her, and started from the dangerous strings.

……

It turned out that the Open Heaven Stone was a fragment of the Open Heaven Axe, which fell into the body of the Breeze due to the battle of the Dangerous String Ridge, and constantly absorbed the spirit element of heaven and earth and the qi of chaos. If the body is overloaded, the snow will die violently. It is precisely because of this that Gongsun Changqin sealed the Open Heaven Stone.

Although the power of the snow is sealed, there is no need to worry about life for the time being, but it is not a long-term solution, because the Open Heaven Stone will still continue to absorb the power within the seal until the seal disappears.

If this matter is discovered by Ye Linglong or anyone who pretends to the world, the snow will become their most tempting prey.

The mountain breeze blew slowly, Gongsun Changqin turned over, curled up and said, "Baili Fuxue has a physique that can absorb the Open Heaven Stone, and it will never be just an ordinary child in Wuyun Village.

Feng Duge must also be worried that he will become a demon king of the mixed world and endanger you, so he refused to bring him back to Tianyu Mountain before. By the way, Shi Kuangxuan's acquiescence may be able to find out his background, and the deity ......"

Half of the words fell, but the people were gone.

In an instant, Xiu Ling heard the song of the wind calling "Ling'er", and suddenly realized why Gongsun Changqin suddenly disappeared. Thinking of the good words he said for Feng Duan Song just now, he felt a little guilty about his master.

The wind sang in the shadows under the trees and no longer stepped forward, and the night faded the anxious look he had hastily found.

At the right time, he patrolled to the Lishe at night to investigate the enchantment, but found that the candles in the room of the spiritual cultivator were still there, but there was no trace, and he ran back and forth several times before he found her in the Yinfeng Cliff. He said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" ”

The cultivator was a little weak-hearted and said: "I can't sleep, come out to breathe." Master, do you know that I have been waiting for you in the Drill Fire Courtyard for a day, and I came to look for me? ”

In the depths of the shadows, a meticulous reply came from the middle of the morning, "I just heard some movement here, so I came to take a look." Recently, the Four Realms have not been very peaceful, if you are fine, do not go out at will. Without waiting for her to step forward, he walked away.

In the heavy sky, Gongsun Changqin, who was hidden in the clouds and mist, couldn't hold it anymore, vomited a mouthful of blood, and landed on Qin.

***

It was cold in the mountains in winter, and most of the schoolwork that I studied in the courtyard on weekdays was moved to the inner room.

There was a warm brazier in the house, and the cultivator listened to the song of the wind and explained the skills of selecting materials for the harp. After this lesson, she will listen to the wind and choose a wood to chop the piano.

After all the key points had been spoken, Feng Duge got up and was about to leave, but the cultivator blocked him at the door and said, "Please respect the teacher, why is the teacher Kuang Xuanmo?" In the past few days, she consulted countless classics and asked the disciples in the door, but she found nothing.

When she heard the word "Xuanmo", she knew that she knew everything about the snow for a hundred miles, and she was silent.

Seeing this, Xiu Ling said: "Even if the snow absorbs the Open Heaven Stone, there is no evidence that he is a chaotic bloodline, and Luo Shen's prophecy does not directly point to him being the demon king of the chaotic world in the future. The child's temperament is not successful, and if he follows the good path, he will not go astray. ”

As he said this, the first snow, which was customary late in the south, drifted outside the house. Feng Duge shook his head slowly, "It's easy to tell if he's a Chaos bloodline, it's just ...... Do you dare to try? He glanced out the window at the snowflakes, his eyes falling on the desk to save the wind.

Looking at Baoqin in a daze, Xiu Ling asked herself, Feng Duge was right, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to bet on the life of the snow.

Outside the door, a white velvet figure suddenly appeared. It turned out that Baili Fuxue saw that it was snowing, and he jumped around in the snow several times in excitement, causing his body to be covered with snow petals. He held a clay pot in his hand, holding snow water.

Without waiting to ask him why he came, Fuxue had already shouted: "Last time, senior sister said that she liked to make sencha with snow in winter, I ......"

Only then did he raise his eyes and see Qin Zun with a cold face behind the door, and immediately choked on the second half of the sentence, and stammered: "I'm cold, go roast and roast." ”

As he spoke, he threw the clay pot aside, stumbled towards the brazier, and was caught off guard by the "bang" of the wind. For fear of falling off the piano, Fu Xue hurriedly took his hand to hug it, and with a stroke of his five fingers, he played a rolling sound.

Xiu Lingze's heart suddenly hung in his throat, but he saw that the snow was just pounced on the qin, looking at the wind with a red face and singing in fear, with tears in his big eyes, humming and begging for mercy, "Qinzun...... Whisking and snowing is wrong. ”

He...... It's okay?! Whisk snow is not a chaotic bloodline!

Greatly relieved, Xiu Ling stepped forward in two steps, picked up the child, patted him on the back and coaxed: "It's okay, the master doesn't blame you." He sang to the wind and smiled.

That smile, if the snow is the first glow, it is innocent, where can the wind stand it, just don't look away, cough twice, "Go tomorrow and listen to the wind chanting to choose the piano materials, you take him to know the trees." ”