In fact, Canming himself has forgotten that his profession is a mage, but after all, people are not always calm in times of crisis

There was no imaginary pain, no weightlessness, and Canming opened his eyes suddenly

The snowflakes in the outside world were still falling, and Canming was held in his arms, and he was relieved

Turning his head, Canming looked at the person holding him, it was a woman dressed in white, her face was extremely cold, and she didn't feel strange at all when her body came into contact with a strange man. When he saw that it was a woman who was holding him, Canming's relaxed heart was lifted again, although the mage did not have a precept saying that he was not allowed to touch a woman, but he was still a little embarrassed to be held in such an ambiguous posture by the opposite sex

The woman's hands hugged Canming from under her armpits, and flew all the way to the small temple on the top of the mountain against the wind and snow, and the woman fell gently, and after landing, the woman let go of her hands, pushed open the wooden door and walked in without saying a word. Canming, who was standing outside the door, felt a little complicated, and it was actually a monster who saved him

As a mage to eliminate demons, now that he has been saved by a monster, it is normal for his heart to be complicated

Just as he hesitated to enter, a man with a calm face poked his head out of the door and smiled at him: "If you don't come in yet, can't you freeze to death outside?"

He didn't say that it was okay, but this saying Canming suddenly trembled, as if the chill from the outside world was all coming towards him at this moment

After the man inside the door finished speaking, he retracted his head, now the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, if it weren't for the stupid person outside, he wouldn't have probed it, just now, the wind outside is like holding a knife to kill people in his collar, but it's fierce.

Canming walked in with his arms crossed, bent his waist, he hadn't eaten for a day, his body was weak and weak, and the weather was cold, and his physique was already different from ordinary people if he didn't faint

It's strange to say that this ghost weather is also strange, obviously it's just the first snow, but it unknowingly evolved into goose feather snow, which is really strange

Stepping through the door, a hot breath rushed on Canming's face, and the frozen face couldn't help but stretch out, and he quickly rubbed the hoarfrost on his face with his stiff fingers, otherwise it would be embarrassing to flow all into his clothes after a while

After he eased up, he began to look at the small temple, the place in which he was not big, and in front of him was a Buddha statue, the woman who had just saved him was sitting on the futon, sitting in the corner with her back against the wall, holding a book in her hand and reading it, and she was not interested in his entry at all

The man who called out to him was no longer here, and he didn't know what he was going to do

Now that you're in, you have to say hello to the owner here, whether it's a monster or something, Canming also understands that it's not a bad person to save yourself.

"That.. Thank you so much for saving my life."

Canming bent down and bowed to the woman who was reading, but he didn't get any answer, his face was a little embarrassed, even if people and monsters don't deal with each other very much, you can give a reaction, what's going on with ignoring people and not talking

The embarrassment didn't last long, and the curtain next to it provoked, that

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The man who called him held a set of clean clothes in his hand and smiled at him: "Don't care, my senior sister is a cold person, usually I talk to her, and she doesn't pay much attention to me."

Canming nodded and took the clothes, and at the man's suggestion, went to the next room, and when he changed his clothes, he found that the clothes in his hand were a set of monk's robes, but they were very thick, and they warmed up a lot after wearing them

After coming to the main hall, Canming thanked the man, but the man waved his hand and said, "Thank you, I've seen a lot of people like you who go up the mountain." If you have time to thank me, it's better to go to the pillar incense, I look at your dress, are you also a monk? ”

Canming said: "I'm a mage"

The man nodded when he heard this, turned his head and squatted beside the brazier, concentrating on continuing to roast the sweet potato in his hand, he hadn't eaten dinner yet, if it wasn't for the delay in saving people, this sweet potato would have already entered his stomach to contribute Buddha power

When the incense was opened, he looked at the Buddha statue, it was just an ordinary Buddha, there was nothing strange, he lit the three incense sticks in his hand, inserted it into the incense burner, and recited the Buddhist scriptures with his hands together

After doing all this, Canming came to the brazier, the man took out a futon from under his buttocks and threw it in front of him, Canming sat down directly without pretentiousness, and looked at the man who roasted sweet potatoes

The man is not very old, estimated to be only about eighteen years old, but he is a ghost in his eyes, and he is not an honest child at first glance

Seeing that the person rescued by the senior sister kept looking at himself, the man turned his head and said angrily: "You see that I am useless, if you want to eat sweet potatoes, you can go to the room where you changed your clothes just now to find them, these are all baked by me, and I will give you what I don't have enough to eat."

Canming smiled: "It's okay.. It's okay, I'm not hungry. ”

Just talking about the stomach but not angry grunt, Canming's face turned red, looking down at the belly, why do you say you are so angry, you say it's okay, it's okay, what are you calling

The man looked at Canming with disdain, calculated it in his heart, and finally sighed, the master said well, it is convenient for others and for oneself, forget it, who called the Buddha unlucky, there was an unlucky egg on a snowy day, although he was extremely reluctant, the man still gave Canming a half-roasted sweet potato, pointed to the brazier and said: "I bake it myself and it is not cooked"

Canming stretched out his hand to take it, but remembered that he still had some dry food and pickles in his baggage, so he turned around and took it out and handed it to him

The little monk frowned and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

Canming gestured: "Some dry food bought at the bottom of the mountain, your two sweet potatoes are not enough, even if they are roasted, they are not enough for the three of us, this package of dry food and the pickles in it are enough for us to have a full meal, as long as we bake them on the charcoal fire a little."

"What is a pickle?" The little monk tilted his head to look at Canming, hoping that he would give himself an explanation, could it be that pickles are very salty dishes? Looking at the appearance of this mage, he will not carry such unpalatable things with him

Although he doubted, the little monk still took the bright things, which contained four pieces of dry dough and a tight solid dish wrapped in oiled paper

The little monk who tore the oil paper saw that the so-called pickles were some green vegetables and indescribable plant stems, and he tried to use them

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I pinched a piece of my finger and threw it into my mouth, and the next moment I spit it out, looking at Canming and saying angrily: "Are your pickles all salt, salty to me..."

Canming said: "Before I can explain it, you ate it in your mouth, this pickle is a little salty, but it is easy to carry, you need to eat it in the bread."

The little monk put aside the small stick with the sweet potato in his hand, broke the dough cake suspiciously, and used the chopsticks handed by Canming to pick up some pickles into it, but seeing that there were a little too many pickles in it, his hand shook and shook out a part of it, and then closed the dough

As Canming said, the little monk tried to eat two bites, and then he took a big bite of it, and the frightened Canming thought that he was enchanted

This bread with pickles doesn't taste very good, but it's already very good to be able to eat something like this in winter

After eating two breads in a row, the little monk burped contentedly, lazily lay sideways beside the brazier, and casually threw the baked sweet potato to Canming, what sweet potato, don't want it, since you have just watched it for so long, then I will give it all to you, go and don't thank me

Canming doesn't dislike it, he hasn't eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time, and what he eats is a relish

But while eating, Canming's gaze shifted to the woman in white, and asked in a low voice, "Your senior sister.. Isn't she hungry? ”

The little monk rolled his eyes and said lazily: "Didn't you see that she was a monster?" She doesn't eat these."

Canming was silent, bowed his head and ate the sweet potato in his hand, broke the identity of the woman, asked what was nothing, silence was the best choice

The little monk crossed Erlang's legs, looked at the roof of the main hall, and said to himself: "Actually, there is really no difference between people and monsters, the senior sister is a snow girl named Linghua, and my name is Ye Ming..."

As if he hadn't met anyone for a long time, he said a lot in a daze, until Linghua was dissatisfied with his verbosity and closed the books in his hand again, and the little monk stopped nagging

Canming also happened to finish eating the second sweet potato in his hand at this time, and touched his stomach, although he was not too full, he was at least not hungry

Ye Ming was a person who couldn't be idle, after Linghua walked out of the main hall, he turned his head to look at Canming and asked, "Is there something wrong with you, a mage, coming to us on a snowy night?" The upper part of this place is not ordinarily high, even if it is a person with mana, when he hears the legend here, he will not venture to come up."

Canming was silent for a while, feeling that it was unnecessary to hide it from him, so he told his thoughts again, and finally asked if there was his master's codex here, or the notes recorded? He would like to borrow it if he can

Ye Ming mouthed Nunu in the direction where Linghua left, "The one in her hand is..."

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