brought the snow back to Tianyu Mountain, and Xiu Ling realized that he was not a senior sister at all, but his own mother.

It seems as if time is never running out. Just tying a braid on the doll can make up the scene for a morning, and in the end, Baili Fuxue blinked his big eyes and said amazingly, "Senior sister likes Brother Feng?" Then I'll be like Brother Feng. ”

Xiu Ling almost lost his comb and hurriedly corrected him, it was not his brother, it was Qin Zun.

But the doll did not give up, in addition to combing the same hair as Fengzun, she also had to wear the same clothes, tugging at her sleeves and dangling, pleading pitifully, so that she could not bear to refuse.

Therefore, for three days and three nights, the cultivator did not close his eyes, hurried and hurried, and finally made a small dress that was basically similar to the color and style of Fengzun, and secretly put it on to Fuxue while the wind was not idle, and told him not to go out.

The song of the wind is more wary of the snow for hundreds of miles, and if he does not see the spiritual cultivation for three days, he will go out, for fear of an accident, and take advantage of the recess to explore the house, but he found a five-year-old "wind song", standing with his hands in his hands, and a "deity" in one mouth.

glanced down at his clothes, walked away with a blue face against the wind, and when he reappeared in the house, he had already changed into a new dress.

He asked about the cultivation in the past few days, and said four words coldly: "I don't know what to say." ”

***

At about noon, Baili Fuxue touched her cooing belly, and shouted that she wanted to eat fried winter bamboo shoots made by her senior sister, "Sister Miao He in the village often makes it for her younger brother Miao Dou to eat, but Miao Dou is never willing to take a bite from me." ”

sobbing and clicking, and a pitiful look.

Isn't it just a bowl of fried bamboo shoots? There are mountains all over the mountains behind winter bamboo shoots, so it's not easy?!

Xiu Ling rubbed the little fat face of the snow, and readily agreed, "Okay, senior sister will make it for you to eat, and we will go dig bamboo shoots now." Immediately, he picked up the tools, carried the bamboo basket on his back and took the child out of the door.

Once in the evening of the maple forest, she often went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots with the uncle next door, so she knew some rules.

For example, winter bamboo shoots do not grow on the surface of the ground, and can only be dug according to cracks. And bamboo with dark leaves will have winter shoots. In addition, if the bamboo is grown last year, it will generally not grow winter bamboo shoots, and only old bamboo likes to grow winter bamboo shoots.

On the way, the cultivators talked to the snow for hundreds of miles, taught carefully, and the distance became shorter and shorter as he spoke.

As soon as I entered the bamboo forest, something magical happened. Baili Fuxue just looked around, pointed to one bamboo after another, counted twenty or thirty in a row, and said to her: "These have bamboo shoots underneath." ”

The cultivator was dumbfounded, "How do you know?" ”

"I can see it!"

See?!

No, to be exact, vipassana.

Didn't Shizun say that Fuxue's qualifications are mediocre and she is a child without aura?

Xiu Ling frowned and said, "Will the snow dig bamboo shoots?" ”

Baili Fuxue nodded his head, ran to a nearby bamboo tree in two or three steps, and covered his little hands on the soil under the bamboo roots.

I didn't see what he was doing, and a trace of smoke came out of the dirt he was holding and between his palm. Then, the earth broke, and the bamboo shoots sprang out of themselves, rolled down in front of him two or three times, and swept into his robe.

If it is said that it is an accident to dig up a basket full of winter bamboo shoots like this, which makes Xiu Ling stunned for a long time. She thought about it again and again, and felt that there were only two possibilities,—— it was not the "misdiagnosis" of Feng Duange; It was he who lied to her.

Collecting his emotions, he praised the doll, and the cultivator pulled him back to the house to cook and cook.

Xu used a lot of physical strength to dig bamboo shoots, and he dozed off in the snow for a hundred miles, and when he woke up, there was already a large plate of fried winter bamboo shoots he had dreamed of on the table.

He couldn't help but pounce on it, grabbed a piece with his hand, stuffed it into his small mouth, and shouted that it was delicious, while eating it happily, and after a while, his mouth was swollen and shiny, and then he remembered "chef" and shouted "senior sister".

After turning around, the cultivator had already gone out.

***

On this day, the wind should be in the small courtyard for Piao Piao's piano lesson.

Xiu Ling was looking for him, and before he reached the door, he heard Piao Piao hysterical shouting, "Shizun save me, Shizun save me!" ”

The door of the small courtyard of the drill fire has always been wide open, so she can see it clearly: Piao Piao is being chased by the fireball again.

This time there was not just one, but dozens of them running towards her from all directions. I saw her flying around in the gaps of the various fireballs, and a puff of smoke came out of her buttocks, drawing a trajectory in the air.

was about to help, but the spiritual cultivator stopped.

Isn't there a teacher? Right now, Wind Song was standing majestically in the middle of dozens of fireballs. Whenever he saw Piao Piao about to be hit by a fireball, he raised his hand to ward off the wind, summoned the wheal, and swept her behind him.

In this way, Piao Piao kept almost being burned by the fire, and constantly turned the danger into a disaster, using Shizun as a shield, playing as if it was tried.

A fireball flew out with a thud and slammed into the cultivators. She hurriedly raised her palm and rushed forward with a "whoosh", because she used too much force, she wanted to flee the scene quickly, but she sent herself to the hospital in reverse.

The whirlwind blew away a stack of notes resting on the piano table, scattering them in all directions. Fortunately, Feng Duange made a timely move, and more than a dozen fireballs were annihilated at the same time, so that they did not burn to paper thinness.

The spiritual cultivator's gaze fell on the many loose pages. The dense handwriting on it, flowing water and clouds, is the Huanyu book that she is very familiar with, it is clear at a glance, all of them are written down by the master himself for Piao Piao's strokes.

It turns out that he is the same for everyone. As he said, everything is a master-apprentice relationship......

Feng Jinge noticed her loneliness and sourness, but only stiffened his face and said, "What are you doing?" Stealing teachers again? ”

Reluctantly collected his thoughts, Xiu Ling only saluted and reported at a glance, and recounted the matter of the Fuxue Society's use of Vipassana to dig bamboo shoots, and at the end, he just looked at him fixedly, waiting for an answer.

Digging bamboo shoots by the method of Vipassana not only requires a full perception of the spirit element of heaven and earth, but also requires the use of the art of retaining the earth. The most strange thing is that the smoke coming out of the palm of the hand when digging bamboo shoots in the snow for hundreds of miles will never come from any spell of the Fuxi Sect.

All of these situations point to another direction: chaos.

The Chaos Qin Gate originally belonged to the Five Elements Earth Gate, and the chaotic qi was very similar to the smoke depicted by the Spiritual Cultivator.

The demon king of the mixed world, a hundred miles of snow.

Could it be that this child is related to chaos, or will be in charge of chaos and poison the world again?

Feng Duge was silent for a long time, and finally tightened his eyebrows, tried his best to restrain his anxiety and irritability, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you see the deity teaching? More on that later. ”

As he spoke, a gust of wind sent her out of the door, and with another wave of her sleeves, the doors and windows of the small courtyard closed together.