According to the third senior brother Mo Ziyu, Jiang Ruyun is probably a wasted person, he is sleepy in spring, lack of sleep in autumn and nap in summer, he accounts for it all, not to mention that spring, summer and autumn are good seasons for him to be lazy, when the snow comes in winter, he doesn't even go into the mountains to chop firewood, he knows that he eats, sleeps, sleeps and eats every day, and is ashamed to see people in his thatched house, and he doesn't even go to his daily homework, like a worm that is about to die of laziness.

Every time everyone got together to say this, everyone else was laughing, only the little junior brother Feng Minghua gritted his teeth and silently jumped out of the plate the leftover meat pieces that everyone had eaten, and it seemed that there was still a bit of gnawing value, wrapped them in oiled paper, and then hid them in their clothes, and then pinched two or three bitten steamed buns and stuffed them into their sleeves, and then quietly withdrew from the gluttonous xuan, and rushed to the firewood house that the third senior brother said a mile away, which didn't look high, and the leftovers in his arms were the food of Jiang Ruyun that day.

The two mouths on the steamed bun were bitten by him personally, very small, but when he pinched it hard with his hand, the physical part of the steamed bun would become smaller, and the mouth would be exaggerated and magnified, like a lifeless toad, looking at the deformed steamed bun, everyone would frown and say in disgust: "What is this? The rest of the steamed bun? Are you going to feed the dog?"

Of course, people who ask like this generally only have one or two interests to tease, and for Feng Minghua, who is at least the son of the Demon King, it is too mean to use a shovel to cut his father's face, and once there are side effects, it will not look good.

The clouds in the sky hung low, as if they were about to fall, and although it did not snow, the wind blew like knives, shaving their faces and pulling their hair, and they went straight into their bosoms.

There are high mountains on both sides of the Meridian Valley, but I don't know why it becomes extremely cold every winter, and even the wind will be relatively strong, which is not at all like other mountains and forests to isolate the wind and snow outside, and embrace the creatures in the valley in their arms, give them warmth, and raise them with warmth, as if they wish to freeze everything in their valley.

Delivering food in such weather is also hard work. Feng Minghua hugged his clothes tightly, for fear that the steamed buns in his arms would be cold, and looked at Changtian with the oncoming wind and sighed: "A dignified demon clan is mixed like this, it's a little miserable." He smiled wryly.

The wind was a little stronger again.

As for why this sect is in such a place, the second senior brother Qi Zheng gave the reason. He said that this is the fundamental reason why Master chose this place as the location of the Wanling Hall - the environment is cold, which is the benefit of exercising one's good skills, if the Wanling Hall is built in a valley with a pleasant climate, what will it be? Singing and dancing? Fairyland on earth? And then everyone gets drunk and the fairies are happy? Think about it carefully, what would it be like to see a group of people practicing magic in this picture?

That's a fall! an absolute fall!

What kind of demon would it be?

A fallen demon!

This is probably the common idea of the Demon Clan, but the strange thing is that as a dignified Demon Clan's son, Feng Minghua doesn't think so, this weather may be a benefit for other people, but for the Ninth Senior Brother Jiang Ruyun, who does not have a trace of demonic qi spiritual root on his body, it is a fatal place.

The reason for this is that everyone else has a demonic spirit root as a talisman, while Ninth Senior Brother Jiang Ruyun has nothing. He has no demonic energy, let alone spells, he wants to use his body to fight against the cold to the bone, if God arranges it like this, is this his life or does he want to practice kung fu?

Jiang Ruyun is not a demon with demonic energy, but an ordinary human with no qualifications!

In this case, as a master, what do you have to do if you bring an ordinary person who has no demonic energy and no magic into the Meridian Valley?

Many times, Feng Minghua wanted to ask why, but he didn't have the opportunity. Because he has been here for eight years, he has only seen Master four times!

After a pillar of incense, Feng Minghua arrived at Jiang Ruyun's firewood house.

The west side of Lingmiao Peak, where Wanling Hall is located, is a half-axe cliff, the cliff is naturally like an axe split, and the firewood house of Jiang Zhiyun is built against the cliff. The snow accumulated on the firewood house was more than a foot thick, but the firewood house seemed to have the same temper as its owner, although it was a little deformed, but it finally stood proudly under the cliff on the side of the hillside, relying on the snow on the top of the mountain wall to support it, although it stood trembling in the wind and snow, but it never collapsed.

Feng Minghua pushed open the door and bowed in. Although the firewood house is simple, there is no wind in the house. Maybe it's because of the snow, but there's still a hint of warmth inside, not as cold as outside. In front of the oil lamp, there sat a young man with slightly disheveled hair, about fourteen or fifteen years old, slightly older than Feng Minghua, with a thin face, looking carefully at a book in his hand in front of the oil lamp.

"Senior Brother Nine?" Feng Minghua exhaled.

The young man in front of the oil lamp turned around and responded with a smile: "Hmm." Minghua is here?"

A young man with a faint scar on his forehead, a slight cynical debauchery in his eyes, a dry straw in the corner of his mouth, a thin book glued to one hand, and an old shirt that had been patched several times. Because of the equipment stuffed under the clothes that I don't know what kind of cold protection equipment, the whole person looks a little bloated.

"Today, the fourth senior brother got a roe deer, everyone had a good meal, I got some for you, hurry up and eat some while it's still hot." The craftsmanship of the fourth senior brother tastes still very good. Feng Minghua walked over bending over, and at the same time took out the oil paper bag from his arms and unfolded it and sent it to Jiang Zhiyun's hand. He opened his shirt and touched it again, took out the steamed bun and put it on the oily paper bag, and said: "You haven't eaten the roe deer meat a few times, I taste it very good, there is no fishy smell, and even the stewed soup has been drunk by everyone." Belch...... The soup was not easy to take, so I didn't get it. ”

Jiang Ruyun smiled lightly and said, "I've worked hard for you, if you have meat, what soup do you want?" When the weather is warmer, I'll go to the mountains to catch a few pheasants, and let's stew the soup carefully." Pheasant meat, much better than the chickens raised in the view, the meat chews very strongly, even the soup is not bad, and then put some vinegar in it, and eat some noodles, it is definitely a delicious ......" As he spoke, his words slowed down, his face was slightly dim and bright, and the corners of his eyes were a little more chilly: "These old grandsons, I didn't embarrass you today, right?" The master didn't go for the past two days, did they use me to laugh at you again?"

Feng Minghua shook his head and said with a smile: "No." Anyway, I'm also the son of the Ten Demon Lords of the Demon Clan, even if they want to do anything bad to me, then they have to see my father's face. ”

"Don't lie to me! People can't be short-willed, and even if they can't fight, they have to swing their fists over. Even if I don't have that strength, I can't hold this suffocation in my heart, or I won't be psychopathic. ”

"No, no, no, no. Feng Minghua shook his head like a rattle, and pointed to the food: "Eat quickly, it will be hot when it gets cold, and your jar will crack if it is burned a few more times." ”

Jiang Ruyun put down the book with a smile, then carefully pinched up pieces of residual meat, and slowly began to eat the steamed buns. Although there is no wind in the firewood house, it is still as cold as an ice cellar, and after staying here for a long time, naturally Jiang Ruyun's bones are hard, so his movements are a little less flexible.

Feng Minghua sighed: "Wait for tomorrow, I will ask the fourth senior brother to come over with the roe deer skin, and get you a new leather suit, this rabbit skin on your body has been too long, and it is no longer warm, so you should throw it away." ”

"Rabbit skin?" Jiang Ruyun smiled awkwardly, "How can a rabbit skin be? The rabbit is so small, and I am so big, I can't even stop my heart when wrapped around my body." He unbuttoned his chest and opened the green shirt, revealing three or four layers of clothes under the green shirt.

Those clothes are bright in color and good in material, which is obviously not something that Jiang Ruyun can buy.

"Old man Hong's clothes!?" Feng Minghua was taken aback.

Jiang Ruyun smiled, but buttoned up his shirt and said, "Don't, if you want to come over, I'm afraid I won't be able to wear it." How could such a high-quality roe deer skin be worn on me? Even if the fourth senior brother was willing to give it, the others would feel that it was a waste, and I am afraid that they would take it off my body in front of everyone, and it would not be worth it. I don't want to freeze to death in the open air! Besides, although we don't have demonic energy to protect our bodies, our bodies are still quite strong, you see, aren't we still sick and alive on such a cold day, and we haven't frozen to death!"

The master is often absent from Meridian Valley, and all the affairs of the Wanling Hall are handled by the three elder brothers of the sect. The three senior brothers are strong in magic, and they are all adults, they have never looked down on the ninth senior brother who has no strengths in his body, except for the responsibility of teaching magic lessons according to the master's requirements, they don't care too much about him at all, so if someone really picks off the roe deer skin on Jiang Ruyun's body, I'm afraid they will just frown, they won't take this kind of thing as a thing at all, it's all a joke between the senior brothers in the sect.

But even though Master was there, the situation was not much better.

Master is a cloudy and uncertain temper, as the eighth senior brother said, according to the master's temper, the winter is so cold, he will say that this is a good place to cultivate, even if these guys pick the roe deer skin on Jiang Ruyun's body in front of the master, he will only look at everyone, and say without waves: "If you want to, you have to rely on your own ability to snatch him back! Strength is more important than anything else!" Then he hugged his hands, turned around and entered his "Manjushri Zhai", not paying attention to this kind of joke between children at all.

Feng Minghua smiled bitterly, his face was both worried and confused, and he pointed to Jiang Ruyun's body and asked, "How did you get this clothes?"

"Naturally, it was stolen. Jiang Zhiyun replied.