Everything happened so fast that he laughed proudly.

Song Zhang's face was flushed.

The male disciples looked confused.

Big Mouth suddenly shouted loudly, "They are not here to catch the negative man Khan, they are to rob relatives." ”

"What?" a group of male disciples instantly woke up.

The male disciple next to Big Mouth was a little confused: "Senior brother, didn't you say pretending?

Big Mouth sighed and smiled very embarrassedly, "I really can't help it, I just want to say"

The momentum and the female disciple confronted each other again.

"Release ......"

"Don't you know, aren't the melons sweet?......

"It's too faceless......"

"Don't you understand that Ming Media is marrying?"

A group of female disciples instantly blushed their cheeks, "What nonsense are you talking about."

But there are still a few female disciples who secretly ask their senior sisters, "Are we really not here to rob relatives?"

Ning He's plan was for the female disciples to block the door, and Mo Hong was famous for her indifference and violence on the male disciples' side, so the male disciples were generally reluctant to approach her, and then she wandered among the male disciples to find Xiao Bing, and then took the opportunity to arrest him, and the other female disciples resisted the male disciples to prevent them from robbing people. And Ning He himself wanted to contain Song Zhang.

When Mo Hong knew who Xiao Bing was, he would have that strange expression.

But at the moment everything seems to be chaotic in thought.

Xiao Bing was held by the hand of the black red, and he stayed away without stopping.

After capturing Xiao Bing, Ning He will be triumphant when he returns to Wind Valley.

In the empty bamboo forest, Mo Hong ruthlessly let go of Xiao Bing's hand, "You wait for the master here!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Mo Hong was on tiptoe, and a few people disappeared in front of Xiao Bing in a trance.

Xiao Bing looked around, the bamboo swayed, and the sound of leaves filled the whole world.

The next moment, the bamboo leaves fell, turning into green butterflies, fluttering in front of Xiao Bing.

Xiao Bing looked at the green sky all over the sky, a little dazed, a finger of his right hand, an inexplicable cold light flashed, a butterfly turned into two halves from the middle, turned into two fluttering bamboo leaves, and then the bamboo leaves turned yellow, and then turned into dust and dissipated in the wind.

Where was Xiao Bing stunned?, he didn't expect those butterflies to be so fragile.

The bamboo swayed, those green butterflies were far away, the rustling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the wind swept Xiao Bing's hair and clothes.

Xiao Bing looked around, picked a bamboo, waved his hand to cut it, fiddled with it for a long time, made a flute, and blew alone in the bamboo forest, he didn't know how to blow, but he saw his grandfather blowing, and he wanted to try it when he saw the bamboo at the moment.

His music gives people the feeling of being very slow and slow, cautious, not good, but very comfortable.

A green butterfly didn't know when it landed on the disciple's end, and Xiao Bing could feel the flow of aura on the butterfly's body, which was very faint.

The butterfly slowly flutters its wings as if it were a real butterfly.

Xiao Bing stopped playing and saw several strange lines floating on the butterfly's body, and emitting a faint green light that seemed to be invisible.

"Is this a charm?"

The butterfly seemed to be angry because Xiao Bing suddenly stopped blowing and flew away again.

Xiao Bing's right hand stretched out into the air, and a mist condensed between his fingers and then slowly turned into a thin piece of ice, on which several strange lines flowed.

"Crack" the thin ice shattered into debris and turned into a white mist, which quickly dissipated into the wind.

"Do you like these talismans very much?" a familiar voice came from behind Xiao Bing.

Xiao Bing turned around, the bamboo forest around him was gently swaying in the wind, he seemed to be moving very slowly, and he didn't have any surprised expression, he looked at Ning He very indifferently.

Asked, "Finished fighting?"

Ning He shrugged, "Didn't fight!"

Then there was silence, no one spoke, the bamboo forest shook, the world was quiet, Xiao Bing's hair was shaking in the wind, he picked up the flute and blew it again.

"Alas, you don't exist for me, right?" Ning He was depressed.

Xiao Bing put down the flute and said lightly, "I just like to be quiet." ”

"Can't you say two words?" Ning asked

"Can't!"

"Drink, it's been a long time since anyone talked to me like that, no wonder the old bastard locked you up for ten years. ”

Xiao Bing didn't care, and he didn't speak.

"I know you like those talismans, worship me as a teacher, teach you. ”

Xiao Bing was silent for a while.

"I love it here!"

Ning He's face wrinkled, "Can you answer my question first?" ”

Xiao Bing was stunned for a moment, "I recognize you as a master, you taught me the talisman, and let me be here." ”

Ning He smiled bitterly, "This is just the gate of the Wind Valley, and we are cultivating in the Wind Valley." ”

Xiao Bing was stunned for a moment, "Can't I stay at the gate?

Ning He felt that Xiao Bing was unhappy, and said depressedly, "Yes." At the same time, I secretly thought that this Xiao Bing was a little weird.

"Why do you like it here", Ning He suddenly asked.

Xiao Bing said lightly, "Because I have been talking to the wind for ten years." ”

Ning He was stunned for a moment.

That day, Xiao Bing built a house for himself in the bamboo forest.

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Ning He accused Song Zhang from Song Zhang, "That kid's head was broken by you." ”

Song opened his nose, "Hmph, I didn't say anything." ”

"You're really not worried?" Ning He looked at Song Zhang angrily.

"I just like the wind, whatever, our fourth likes to cook, the sixth likes to talk nonsense, the seventh likes to buckle the nose, the thirteenth likes to make up stories, and Xiao Ying likes to eat......

What's there...... Is there something wrong with liking?"

Ning He was stunned for a moment, "Hearing you say this, Xiao Bing likes it quite elegantly." ”

"Then you get out of here, and change it according to the said fifteen-one. ”

Xiao Bing was still building a house at night. In the dark night, he didn't stop, and he didn't know why he always felt like he had forgotten something.