At this time.

The Holy Gate, a pair of brothers and sisters of the Holy Gate, were on the edge of the cliff, holding an umbrella and looking at the snow in the distance.

"Senior Brother Su Xin, didn't you call me out to discuss the experience of using the White Crane Asking the Sky?

"Senior Sister Lin, the mutton soup in the city under the mountain is served with green onions, and then sprinkled with pepper, the taste is fragrant, let's go down the mountain together, find a shop and sit down, and talk while chatting. ”

"Senior brother, it's getting dark, I won't go down the mountain with you, and there has been an accident in the city in the past few days, and Elder Blue Moon hasn't come back for a few days. ”

"For... Why? Senior Sister, since you are willing to come out to see me, are you..."Senior Brother Su Xin ignored the second half of Senior Sister's sentence, all he was thinking about in his mind these days was Senior Sister, although it was abnormal for the elder to go down the mountain, what did it matter to him?

"Senior brother, on such a cold day, the mountains are closed, who will run outside? I don't want to go down the mountain. ”

Senior Brother Su Xin clenched his hands: "What if there is?"

"Fools are running outside, and how can there be... There are..."

Senior Sister Lin looked like she had seen a ghost, and stared into the distance in amazement.

The senior brother was infected by it, and he couldn't help but turn around.

In the sight of the two, they saw a person walking in the snow in the distance.

The wind and snow swept past him, but he walked leisurely.

The ground was beneath his feet, and the distance was shortened.

Ordinary people step out in one step, but it is only about half a meter.

And this person, one step of hundreds of meters, is simply appalling.

For a moment, both of them forgot to look away.

In just an instant, the man had already appeared on the mountain path at the side gate of the Holy Gate.

Senior Sister Lin's eyes were good, she could see clearly at a glance, and then excitedly shouted: "Holy Son!"

When she called, her eyes flashed with bright brilliance, like love.

Senior Brother Su Xin hurriedly reminded: "Senior sister, you said that no one would run outside on such a cold day, but now that there is, this shows that everything is impossible, there is always a glimmer of hope, just like the feeling between you and me... Hey, junior sister, where are you going?"

"I went to see the Son. ”

Senior Sister Lin was shocked, the Holy Son is so handsome.

She just said that "a fool just runs in this snowy day", but in a blink of an eye, she has changed her position, "It's really romantic to run in the snow." ”

But Senior Sister Lin had only taken two steps, and she was a little unhappy in her heart.

What's so good about Senior Sister Ning Mengzhen? It's just terrible!

Where is she worthy of the Holy Son, what a stinky and shameless woman! It must be this fox who can seduce people.

Senior Sister Lin thought as she ran.

"Senior sister, wait for me!"

Senior Brother Su Xin chased after him.

...

When Zhao Linlin arrived in front of the mountain gate, he was stunned.

She couldn't forget what she saw.

The snow was heavy in the depths of winter, and the boy was shirtless, with black hair dancing wildly, like a wild leopard, and his skin seemed to burn a layer of light red flames, as if he had just fought with fierce beasts in the deep mountains.

He was stepping in through the mountain gate.

"See the Holy Son!"

The two disciples on duty in front of the door were so coerced that they couldn't help but kneel on one knee with their knives.

Xia Ji patted the two of them casually, and the two strands of life and death directly drilled into the body of the disciple on duty.

The two ordinary disciples of the Holy Gate had their bodies for a while, and a wonderful feeling arose in their hearts, as if they had suddenly developed a strong interest in martial arts students, instead of the original "being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day".

The two disciples were shocked.

This...

Is this the aura of the strong?

Even if you get closer, you can be influenced by him, and give birth to a kind of "positive, pursuing martial arts" heart?

It's terrifying.

At the same time, the two disciples also had a heart towards Xia Ji that "they would never be enemies of him".

This is the additional role of the mystic method of life and death.

Otherwise, where is it worthy of the Xuanqi method recorded between heaven and earth?

Zhao Linlin looked at the shirtless boy and was about to say something.

But suddenly, she felt that the dantian was hot, and a warm current was born from the lower abdomen, surging to the limbs, she looked at the young man again, and the originally hidden love could no longer be hidden, but it was more "obedient" than rushing forward presumptuously.

Zhao Linlin instinctively knelt down on one knee and bit his lip: "See the Holy Son!"

Xia Ji smiled and nodded at her, then without looking at her, he strode past her.

Everywhere he went, whenever he saw a disciple, the words of life and death popped out from his fingers.

In addition to the snow, there is also this mysterious and incomparably strange atmosphere.

Xia Ji was like "an aircraft carrier", dozens of qi circles around him, and once he found an ordinary disciple, he would quickly pounce into his body.

There is still a month and a half to go, and before that, he has a lot to do.

Now, these disciples bowed down from the bottom of their hearts, allowing him to discover the inherent characteristics of life and death:

Submit to.

It is difficult for a person who is controlled by life and death to rebel against him.

So, what else is he worried about?

Even if there is a backlash, he can still detonate it in advance.

So...

Everywhere Xia Ji went, life and death burrowed into the bodies of all the disciples of the Holy Gate he saw.

Walked all the way, left footprints all the way, and bowed down to the disciples all the way, both men and women, they were like greeting the Holy Son of King's Landing.

As a result, nearly a quarter of the disciples who stayed behind in the winter of the Holy Gate became the people controlled by Xia Ji.

When I returned to my compound.

Xia Ji was already a little tired.

But the scene in the courtyard still blinded him.

Under the eaves, in the snow like white flowers.

Xiao Lu Ding was wearing a fiery red robe, sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows were extremely "weird" and a little red, his hands were making strange gestures, as if he was practicing some exercises, and a row of fine cow hair needles were placed on his side.

This posture is really Xiao Zhao, who was on a TV in his previous life, changed into the clothes of an oriental girl, and he violated the harmony very much.

Xia Ji didn't use life and death on her.

Seeing Ning Meng's serious dedication, he pushed the door in by himself.

"Hmm..."

The smell is tangy.

Xia Ji looked at the scene in the room in front of him and was speechless.

It's only been a month and a half since I've been gone, and you're making such a mess of my house?

His eyes skimmed, what was the red and bright silk cloth on the bed, plus four thin straps...

What does it mean to hang on the screen and choose a row of wet socks outside the rosewood frame...

The bowl didn't move, and there was still "egg fried rice" in the small iron pot of the stove, and then the chopsticks were inserted directly into the pot, what did you want to do?

Xia Ji thought for a moment and understood.

The feeling is that I am afraid of going out to eat and trouble, so I fry rice directly in the house.

Then I was afraid of the trouble of washing the dishes, so I ate it directly on the pot...

"Ning Mengzhen!"

Xia Ji picked out a clean black and gold robe in the closet and changed it into, and then spoke.

The red-clothed girl sitting under the eaves of the snowy roof suddenly opened her eyes, her right hand overturned on the cow hair needle on the floor like grinding, and said coldly and arrogantly: "Who?"

"Me. ”

Ning Mengzhen heard the familiar voice, and suddenly froze, she slowly turned her head, glanced at the young man in the room, and quietly and silently turned back.

After practicing the illusion, how could the Holy Son run back quietly?

Xiao Luding took a deep breath and turned his head again, the boy was still there...

For a while, the girl in red was like being struck by lightning.

The Holy Son's house was comfortable, so she moved in, originally thinking that it would be good to clean it up for him before the Holy Son came back.

Not... It's still an illusion.

Xiao Luding rubbed his head, looking very tired, "It looks like I need to take a break." ”

"Ning Mengzhen, why is this in my house?"

"Auditory hallucinations... It's auditory hallucinations. ”

Ning Meng really thought about it, but decided to run out, and actually saw the Holy Son in the house, it was really terrifying, so he hurriedly went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and suppressed the shock.

"Where are you going?"

Xiao Luding heard it clearly this time.

It's definitely not a hallucination.

The cold and arrogant arrogance of the girl in red suddenly froze, and all the "sunrise in the east, only I am undefeated" was thrown to the unknown.

She tried her best to suppress the shock and embarrassment in her heart, and turned her head to squeeze out a smile: "You... You're back?"

The eyeballs turned into the house: "You can't blame me for this, I... I'm worried that your house will be empty and a little less popular, so I came here to live there.

It's just that you're not there, so I'm not that diligent. ”

The two of them looked at each other, swept together over the belly pocket on the bed, the wet socks on the screen, etc., etc...

Ning Mengzhen's face was red and about to burn, like two clouds floating from the sky.