Yesterday's Seven Killings was like a big steamer, and the hot air made the disciples standing in the square sweat profusely; today's Seven Killings were peaceful, but it was like a cool cave, with a gust of wind, a heavy fog, and a lot of discomfort.

Perhaps this is the so-called sky is not beautiful, and the heavens are changing tricks to tease ignorant beings.

Ning Ran, as one of the living beings, always thought of ways to take advantage of God, in this cool autumn day, he walked out of the door early in the morning, enjoying the rare comfort in the past few months.

He just enjoyed this comfort, and he didn't know how to be satisfied with the beautiful woman, and he was itching in his heart to look forward to the gentle township who was about to dance with Yan Qing.

Ning Ran wanted to go to see Yan Qingwu last night, thinking that she was her own woman, and it was natural for her to come to see her immediately after the selection of the Seven Killings. However, last night when the moon was clear, the woman in the black gauze skirt had been strolling in the garden, which made Ning Ran's steps that she wanted to take several times retreat.

Ning Ran didn't know if Yan Qingwu was imprisoned by Leng Xueyin, if that was the case, his relationship with Yan Qingwu would not be easy to solve, Leng Xueyin's temper Ning Ran knew something, and the things she recognized could not be violated by anyone.

But Ning Ran also thought that Leng Xueyin didn't know the existence of Yan Qingwu, Wangtianlou was located in the Shadow Hall, then Yan Qingwu was probably imprisoned by the Phantom, the master of the Shadow Hall, then the matter was even more difficult to do, the Phantom casually killed hundreds of the fathers and villagers of the Sword King Ridge, and it was Ning Ran's father and enemy, Ning Ran's revenge was certain, but the problem was that Ning Ran was reluctant to beat Gu Liufeng now, and killing the Phantom was simply a fantasy, if the Phantom knew about his dealings with Yan Qingwu, it was estimated that both of them would have finished playing.

After weighing it again and again, Ning Ran didn't leave the snow garden last night, thinking about sneaking out early in the morning, Leng Xueyin at that time must have dreamed soundly in the bed.

As he walked towards the gate of the snow garden, he smirked and imagined that Leng Xueyin was asleep.

The breeze blows, the sycamore leaves are falling, Ning Ran when passing by the sycamore tree, a faint fragrance into his nostrils, there is no mood to dissipate the aroma, he was startled, the afterglow swept away, the black graceful shadow is sitting under the sycamore tree, tasting the thousand leaves tea that the ghost offered yesterday.

Ning Ran's heart was pounding, and his footsteps were still walking towards the gate of the garden, constantly hinting to himself: she couldn't see me, she couldn't see me......

Actually, Ning Ran doesn't have to lie to himself like this, Leng Xueyin's realm is enough to feel the changes in the surrounding grass and trees, not to mention Ning Ran, a big living person.

However, Ning Ran felt that Leng Xueyin would ignore herself, thinking that she should only have the sad world and the man in her heart in her eyes.

As Ning Ran expected, he walked smoothly to the gate of the garden, and one foot had already stepped out. However, just as Ning Ran was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an extremely beautiful voice came into his ears.

"Where are you going?"

Leng Xue Yin's simple words seemed to contain a lot of information in Ning Ran's ears, he didn't know if this was questioning himself, or if he had doubts?

"I'll ......"

Just as Ning Ran was choking, Leng Xueyin said simply again: "I'm hungry." ”

Ning Ran was speechless, Leng Xueyin didn't mean anything else It was indeed worth celebrating, but the other party said that she was hungry, and she clearly asked herself to cook for her!

Ning Ran could only leave Yan Qingwu's shadow behind, and said with a helpless smile: "Master, the apprentice knows that you are hungry, so I am going to go out to pick some lotus flowers to make lotus soup, and it is said that the lotus flowers in the early morning are the freshest, and the soup will definitely have an extraordinary taste." ”

After these words, Ning Ran's irritable heart became smoother, no wonder Ghost Yi likes to pat Leng Xueyin's ass, this kind of thing that has nothing to do is done by Ning Ran, and it is also a matter of course.

Leng Xueyin didn't reply, but nodded lightly, and continued to taste the Qianye tea in her hand, as if it didn't exist.

For the other party's attitude, it is not strange to see it, who made Leng Xueyin his master, and who made Leng Xueyin's cultivation profound. Ning Ran only farts picked the tender and innocent lotus flowers to be angry.

Not long after, a large bowl of fragrant lotus flowers was brought to Leng Xueyin's face, looking at the lotus soup with all the color and fragrance, Ning Ran had to admire himself, feeling that he was a genius, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, could it be that he was born just a cooking material?

Leng Xueyin really likes lotus soup very much, and without waiting for a moment, she picked up the spoon at hand and put a bowl; her jade hand holding the bowl posture is more beautiful than holding a sword, when the clear and fragrant lotus soup touches her thin lips, it seems that the two most beautiful spiritual objects in the world are in love together, and then Leng Xueyin shows a wonderful smile, which is like the crystallization of the love between these two spiritual creatures, blooming with infinite beauty.

Ning Ran was stupid, he felt that Leng Xueyin was becoming more and more like a woman, a woman who was no longer rejecting people thousands of miles away, under her cold and sad appearance, she brought warmth to people all the time, maybe this was the change after her "Ice Heart Jue" was completed, maybe this was the real Leng Xueyin.

"If your swordsmanship is half as good as cooking, you will be worthy of being my apprentice. Leng Xueyin suddenly burst out with a sentence, which really surprised Ning Ran.

Ning Ran didn't know whether Leng Xueyin was praising his dishes for doing well, or counting down his bad swordsmanship, he always felt weird.

But he is not the master of the concession, even if the other party is Leng Xueyin, he has to reply with two sentences: "My swordsmanship is average, and I have also beaten Gu Liufeng all over the ground to find his teeth." ”

Facing Ning Ran's small family temperament, Leng Xueyin did not remain silent, looked up at Ning Then, and replied: "The ghost wind sword technique of the sword spirit is also a good mastery, but it's a pity that it fell into your hands and didn't even play the third layer." ”

Ning Ran didn't understand a little, how could Leng Xueyin change her usual temperament and compare herself with herself, is this the reason why the legendary woman has so many days every month?

He hurriedly denied this idea, Leng Xueyin is not a **mortal, she is the master of the seven killings that everyone in the world is afraid of.

Since the other party was interested, Ning Ran was willing to accompany him, so with a smile, he lowered his head and said to himself: "I can't learn the ghost wind sword technique, after all, it's someone else's thing, I have a powerful master, and she didn't pass on my powerful sword moves, but I understand my master, she must not be as powerful as the sword spirit, I won't force her." ”

Ning Ran didn't dare to look at Leng Xueyin, when he said this kind of thing, there was obviously a little rhythm of death, he kept his head down, as if Leng Xueyin was not in front of him.

Leng Xueyin's beautiful face did not fluctuate too much, her jade hand moved slightly, and a purple breeze drifted by, only to see Ning Ran's head melon seeds being lifted up stiffly.

Leng Xueyin didn't look at Ning Ran, but she used oppressive means to make Ning Ran have to look at her, and then she said seriously: "Although the sword spirit's swordsmanship is powerful, compared to me, it will definitely lose." ”

Ning Ran looked at her proud appearance and faced her behavior. I always felt that I couldn't swallow this breath, so I said again: "I don't know who is more powerful than Master's swordsmanship and my mother Xue Ziyan?"

This is the **naked provocation, who is Xue Ziyan? She is the Great Xia Dynasty, the only person in the entire Wanyue Continent who is called the Sword God, who can compare with her?

Leng Xueyin's eyes obviously dimmed for a moment, and then as if he was asleep, he fell into a memory, the only memory with Xue Ziyan.

Ning Ran said this, he regretted it a little, after all, it was an incompetent act to talk about his perverted old lady, and then he saw Leng Xueyin's dim eyes, and regretted it even more, he reacted, Candle Dragon Xihua once said: He loves Ning Ran's old lady the most in his life, but the person who is most sorry is Leng Xueyin.

Just as Leng Xueyin fell into memories and Ning Ran continued to reflect on his actions, there were two real spiritual objects faintly shining, which seemed to be long-lost old people, talking about wine.

One of these two spiritual objects is the Nine Souls on Ning Ran's waist, and the other is Zi Nian who is hiding in the cold snow and chanting heavenly aperture.

The most mysterious nine souls in heaven and earth, the purple thoughts that crisscross the four seas and eight wildernesses, there is another story between them, rather than knowing, Leng Xueyin never knows.