Bitterness welled up in his chest, and the tip of his nose was sour. The cultivator took a sip of a drunken drink, and thought it was very delicious, and he couldn't tell what kind of fairy taste it was, and he was drunk and turned left and right with the wind.

With the strength of the wine, she asked him the questions in her heart one by one.

Gongsun Changqin saw that she was incoherent and drunk, so he picked and answered some, and said with a smile: "It's the deity's turn to ask." Seeing her nodding coquettishly, she asked, "If you only have three years to live, what do you want to do most?" ”

"Three years? Three years is too short...... Xiu Ling was stunned for a moment, and said in frustration: "If I can, I want to live in a peaceful and prosperous world for a longer time, I don't imagine that I used to live halfway through, and I will have no husband, no relatives, and no Great Song Dynasty......

But if you really can only live for three years, as Li Taibai said, 'life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon'......"

Before she could finish speaking, her body went weak and she almost fell off the Guandou Pavilion.

Gongsun Changqin abandoned the piano in a flash, caught the fluttering girl, and slowly approached her ear, "Do you really like Cai Yan?" ”

In a daze, Xiu Ling nodded.

The corners of his mouth softened instantly, but against her body that was soft from the heat of the wine, his throat was astringent, his eyes were a little deeper, and there seemed to be a little fire in his pupils.

He reached out and slowly injected his fiery spiritual power into her body, "The night is cold and the wind is cold, even if you drink the deity's wine, you can't catch a cold......"

Suddenly, a burst of piano sounds turned into blue mangs and hit him. Gongsun Changqin pushed his palms against each other, and jumped on the fly with the cultivator.

Feng Duge caught up and said solemnly: "Xiazun, please respect yourself, don't forget that Ling'er is my Fuxi disciple,——"

Saying that, he had taken over the cultivator, let her lie on the qin, and warned Gongsun Changqin, "If I don't fight with you today, the qin has other uses, and if there is a next time, the deity will not be polite." ”

Bangfeng didn't stop for a moment, and soon merged into the Big Dipper Nebula, leaving only Xia Zun alone, drinking alone.

***

It is said that drinking and having a hangover will cause you to have a headache and brain fever when you wake up the next day, but this "drunken xia" is peculiar, not only does it not cause any discomfort to the body after staying overnight, but also makes people feel refreshed and sweet in the mouth. Looking back on last night's events, it is very clear.

Fortunately, I was going to Qiufeng Ridge today to worship my mother, and when I got up early in the morning, Qin Yuli came to find her to have dinner together, and went to Feichen Hall to bid farewell to Zhen Yi.

Besides, Feng Duge has always been calm and calm, and when he saw the rules of spiritual cultivation, his words and demeanor were as usual, as if he had completely erased that memory.

Winter in the north came early, and a little snow fell from the sky and fell on the graves.

After the three of them paid their respects, Xiu Ling talked to his mother alone for a while before reluctantly leaving. Seeing that she had the intention of staying, Feng Duge proposed to go to Luoshendu to look at the Wujiang River, which is the source of Luoshui, and the scenery is the most spectacular.

After a while, Yuqin arrived at the mouth of Wujiang Gorge. The forest here is cold and the snow is suddenly majestic. The endless river water crashes against the rock walls on both sides, and the wind is also arrogant. The high ape roared, repeatedly causing sadness, the empty Xiu sounded, and the mourning turned for a long time.

Along the river to find a stable place with waves, the three of them got off the piano, led a light boat at the shore mouth, and drifted with the waves. With the change of terrain, the snow scene in this place is no longer aggressive, leisurely, gentle, and extremely beautiful.

Suddenly, the boat stopped downstream. It turned out that a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the river in front of us, which hindered the boating.

Xiu Ling looked forward, but saw a little boy of four or five years old walking on the thin ice, happily stumbling and stumbling, sliding towards her step by step.

Seeing him jumping around, completely unaware of the danger, the cultivator hurriedly got off the boat and walked towards him. While carefully probing the ice under his feet, he waved to him and shouted, "Little doll, don't go, it's dangerous——! ”

When the little boy saw her waving his hand, he became more and more joyful, and ran towards her. After a few steps, "Puff" slipped and fell. The thin ice cracked open like a flower, and with another "thud", he fell into the ice cave.

Xiu Ling exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward.

The song of the end of the wind has already played to save the wind. The sound of the piano swirled, and the river under the ice cave swirled up with the child, holding him high in the air, and then falling on the light boat with the sound of the piano.

He quickly probed the child's snort, and urged the spiritual power to pat lightly on his chest, and the child spit out a lot of stagnant water and woke up. However, it was just this shot that he found that there was something wrong with this child.

If it was an ordinary child, it would not be able to give back to the pianist's spiritual power, but this child's body could absorb the spiritual element he urged by itself in an instant.

Looking at the child, Feng Duge's face was calm, and he didn't speak for a long time. The cultivator beside him was anxious, "Master, why don't we go to Tinggao to start a fire and warm the children first?" ”

At present, the boy was dying from the cold, shivering, and asked him what his name was, and where he lived, but he could not make a sound.

Feng Jingge glanced at Qin Yuli meaningfully, "I'm tired of the goddess to find out about this child's life experience, we will wait for you on the shore." ”

When he came back, he found that the bonfire was burning, the child had recovered his spirits, and he was rolling a snowman beside the fire with his cultivator. The wind is singing alone on the shore and stroking the qin, the timbre is still vast, but there is a hint of dryness.

"He is from Wuyun Village, five years old this year, his milk name is Peanut, his father and mother were killed by Liukou when he was born, and he lives with his grandmother."

Speaking of this, Qin Yuli paused and looked at the child with his eyebrows, "But...... Just now, when I went to the village, the village chief said that the old man had a heart attack and died half an hour ago because he could not find his grandson. ”

Hearing this, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Feng Duge's eyes flickered, and the snowflakes fluttered, "You say, what is there that can absorb the Heaven and Earth Spirit Yuan so brutally?" ”

Could it be...... Open Heaven Stone?

It's not the object that absorbs the power of the Open Heaven Stone, it's this child?!

Qin Yu's face turned pale in an instant, his back was cold, and his icy and jade skin was covered with a thin layer of frost.

As if feeling the freezing air, the wind plucked the strings and drove away the cold and said: "This matter, the deity is just speculation. ”

"Now that this child has no relatives, we have saved him again, and according to Ling'er's temperament, we must want to bring him back."

Qin Yuli sighed and said: "If he is really related to the Open Heaven Stone, he must not let it go, but if he is allowed to stay by Ling'er's side, it will be a hidden danger after all, I don't know how Feng Zun plans to deal with it?" ”

Feng Duange weighed it and said: "First protect Ling'er's safety, and then choose a home for the child, set up an enchantment, and then find an opportunity to solve the ...... when the child's situation is clarified."

As he was talking, the spiritual cultivators over there were finally too tired to rest, and seeing that Qin Yuli had come back at some point, he trotted all the way to ask for news. Sure enough, after learning about his life experience, he begged to bring the child back to Tianyu Mountain.

To put it mildly, the wind has not yet agreed, the reason is that the child's qualifications are shallow and not manufacturable.

Xiu Ling was a stubborn person, and since he refused, she kept going around with him.

So he continued: "Even if he doesn't have a spiritual root, it's a good thing to learn a few swordsmanship tricks in the back mountain to protect himself, even if he can only chop wood and cook in the end, he can be regarded as having something to do, and he has a company to accompany him, so that he can live a safe life, isn't it also a merit?"

Could it be that if you take in a five-year-old child, the world will be in chaos? ”

I don't know if it's because of her entanglement, or because the last sentence hit his heart, Feng Jinge finally loosened the corners of his lips, "Then you tell him that her family taught him to go to Fuxi to learn art." ”

It seemed that he had never smiled so happily, and the cultivator thanked him and jumped away.

Looking at the two people playing in the snow, the wind sang for a long time without words, casually holding the wind circle, as if in a daze, and as if contemplative.

The wind circles swept the sound of their conversation—

"Don't peanuts have a big name? After entering the piano gate, you can no longer call yourself a milk name. ”

"No...... Otherwise, senior sister will get me one. ”

The cultivators paced in the snow, spinning around and making creaking sounds.

"Yes, you will be called 'Hundred Miles of Snow' in the future!"

In my ears, the words hundred, li, whisk, and snow are extremely clear. Feng Duge and Qin Yuli looked at each other for a moment, and did not speak for a long time.