Fang Xing not only gave up the whole room, but also guarded the wind and snow outside the door as she ordered, and acted as a loyal guard for her.

Su Muyun couldn't help but laugh secretly when he saw this tall figure standing guard for himself seriously through the window.

"Heh..."Fang Xing's excited and unbearably hot eyes just now, she could see it all in her eyes.

That kind of enthusiasm is obviously not just a gratitude to the seniors for their support.

"I'm afraid this kid is a marrow eater, and he can't help but be hooked on me, right?"

"It's also..."18 years old is the age of youth and young Mu Ai.

And Su Muyun, who she disguised herself as this time, the fake identity she "borrowed" from this former disciple happened to be a beautiful Jindan fairy.

A big sister who is gentle and beautiful, mature and powerful, and cares for you, takes care of you, and even has an ambiguous relationship with you many times, how can an ordinary teenager resist?

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." Su Muyun couldn't help but open the "Fang Xing Poetry Collection" that he carried with him.

"Heh, the words are written so lingering and affectionate, but the person is still just an ignorant teenager."

"These poems really don't look like they were written by him."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but snicker secretly.

was secretly admired by such a heroic young man, but she didn't hate it.

"It's a pity..."Su Muyun waved his hand to open a prohibition in the room that isolated the internal and external breath, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Amorous hatred since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up. I'm going to hurt your young dreams after all. ”

The prohibition was formed, and the breath was isolated, so she summoned the natal spirit sword without any scruples, and poured Fang Xing's blood on it.

Feed half of the blood sword, and take half of it yourself.

For a while, Su Muyun's face was flushed, and the room was full of blood.

With the nourishment of this immortal's blood, she tried to refine the nine demon-sealing sword qi that Yun Ling had injected into her body again.

"Ahem!" It didn't take long for Su Muyun to spit out a mouthful of blood.

She only felt that the dantian was overturned for a while, stirring the meridians in her body tingling and her breath disordered: "Damn! When did that woman's hanging sword magic break through to such a realm..."

"Her demonic sword qi is even more difficult to understand than I imagined."

Thinking of her good sister, Su Muyun's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of resentment.

At that time, if it weren't for the sudden killing of the god operator, she would definitely be able to catch up with Yun Ling, who was suffering from the poison of Hehuan in her body and gradually lost her mana.

Now that Yun Ling has returned to the sect in a dignified manner, she has suffered a big loss.

"Hmph... I don't know how you solved the poison of the acacia after getting rid of me. ”

"The dignified Yunling Fairy, the peak master of Snow Jade Peak, I'm afraid I didn't just find a wild man to fornicate!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his body, which was like a reciprocal puncture of thousands of sharp blades, Su Muyun couldn't help but think of it.

But that didn't help her deal with her physical trauma.

"I had to retreat for one more night. If I don't suppress this demonic sword qi as soon as possible, even if that god operator really appears, I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with him. Thinking of this, Su Muyun couldn't help but glance at the figure outside the window that was still upright.

Fang Xing was still there guarding, not leaving an inch.

The aura in her body was still agitated, and she couldn't lift the ban to inform him that she needed to retreat for another night.

"That's fine. Anyway, with this prohibition, even if he feels strange, he can't get in. Su Muyun thought so, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

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Half an hour later...

Su Muyun is still not out of the customs. Fang Xing was still guarding outside.

An hour later...

Fang Xing tried to knock on the door, only to find that he was blocked back by an invisible prohibition.

Two hours later...

Fang Xing hadn't been waiting for a long time. He found that the prohibition was strong. He stood guard outside, and at most it was symbolic.

Three hours later...

He finished soaking in the medicinal bath prepared by Fang Yuanshu, and after taking a bath, he was ready to cook.

By the way, he also asked Fang Yuanshu, did she hear her father and mother say before her death that our ancestors had a capable person called God Operator.

Fang Yuanshu said he didn't know.

Four hours later...

Fang Xing finished eating, and cleaned up the pots and pans with his sister.

Five hours later...

Fang Xing had already made a temporary bed in the side room, lying down and reading the script.

Six hours later...

Fang Yuanshu took the "Fifth Mock Third Big Exam" and brushed the questions next to him, and invited him to study together.

Fang Xing took out the playing cards he had recently "invented" and studied with Fang Yuanshu all night.

......

Finally, the time came the next morning.

It snowed heavily overnight last night, and now it's a little lighter, but it's not going to stop yet.

The snow in the small courtyard was knee-deep, and a thick layer had piled up on the roof.

"Hah..."Fang Xing yawned slightly, pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

He glanced at the main house, and saw that the invisible prohibition was still faintly shining, and there was no sign of lifting it at all.

"Senior Su hasn't been out yet?" Fang Yuanshu's little head poked out beside him.

"Hmm." Fang Xinghu looked at her suspiciously: "She hasn't come out yet." ”

At the time, she said to let him "go out for a while", and he thought it would be over in a while. I didn't expect her to close this door overnight.

What was the mystery of his blood that she needed to study all night?

"Forget it, leave her alone for now." Fang Xing didn't think too much, just washed up by himself as usual.

"Hmm..." Fang Yuanshu hesitated, his eyes always glancing into the room.

She heard her brother mention the matter of the divine operator yesterday, and only then did she know that her master, who claimed to be a pure passerby, turned out to be Fang Xing's long-lost ancestor.

But the god operator is obviously alive and well, no matter what Su Muyun said, she picked up the cave mansion left behind after his death. Did she misunderstand?

Also, if the god operator is an ancestor of the Fang family, then why has he never come back, and he refuses to identify himself when he comes back?

And mysteriously, not letting her tell Fang Xing about his existence?

There are so many questions.

The more Fang Yuanshu thought about it, the more entangled he became. But now that there are disciples of the Hanging Sword Pavilion guarding their two brothers and sisters, it is not easy for her to go into the mountain to meet the master.

Although he didn't know what secrets the god operator was hiding, he was an "evil cultivator" who mastered the secret art of the Blood Sword after all—after a little thought, he knew that he was not suitable to be exposed to the disciples of the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

"That's fine." In desperation, Fang Yuanshu simply didn't think about it: "No matter what, the result of the divination is what I saw with my own eyes. The master also said that my brother will have a catastrophe recently, but he will inevitably rise in response to the catastrophe and come out of the abyss. ”

"With him secretly guarding, I can rest assured."

And she's standing here pondering...

"Yuan Shu, let it go." Fang Xing had already washed up and walked out: "I'll clean the yard." ”

"Oh." Fang Yuanshu woke up like a dream.

She knew what her brother was going to do. Winter snowfall in the north is extremely heavy, and the snow needs to be cleared every day.

For mortals, this can be quite a strenuous job.

But for the other party, this is equivalent to a kind of practice that is easy to do, and it can even be said to be a kind of entertainment.

"Xuanshuang Sword Qi, Harness the Wind and Snow!" I saw Fang Xing infused the blade with aura, and a sword swept through the wind and snow.

In an instant, the cold wind howled in the small courtyard, and the ice and snow danced.

The thick snow that almost crushed the roof danced in the wind.

The yard, which was originally covered with snow, was also blown out by the ice wind to create a path for people to walk.

And this snow flew into the sky, and eventually scattered into a snowfall, and fell with a clatter.

The snow fell right in front of Fang Xing, and even a lot of it fell on him in an uproar, and he didn't deliberately avoid it.

He doesn't hate falling snow.

For him, this is also a kind of winter taste.

So in the blink of an eye, Fang Xing turned into a snowman in a white coat under the cover of frost and snow.

He didn't use his aura anymore, but like a mortal, he simply patted the falling snow on his head and shoulders, and didn't pay any more attention to it.

Soon, a moment later: "Crunch-"

There was a noise from the other side of the main house.

"Senior Muyun, are you out of the customs?"

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As the Demon Sealing Sword Qi was suppressed again, the aura in his body gradually subsided, and Su Muyun finally slowly opened his eyes.

"How long has it been?" She didn't know how many years of cultivation she had, and her injuries also affected her judgment.

But she can also vaguely feel that she has been in retreat for a long time.

She looked up at the window.

I saw a light snow outside the window, and the sky was gray and dark.

But compared to the evening before her retreat, the sky was still noticeable...

"Sure enough, it took me the whole night to suppress it."

"Fang Xing, that kid is cautious by nature, most of them are already suspicious of me. I've got to get out..."

Su Muyun was thinking so, but saw a familiar figure standing outside the window.

That's Fang Xing.

With his back to here, he pressed the sword at his waist, and his body was still straight, even though his clothes were covered with thick snow.

It was exactly the same thing she had seen before her retreat yesterday.

The person is still the same person.

It's just one more night of snowstorms.

"He..."Su Muyun's expression was subtle: "Guarded me outside all night?" ”

She was silent for a while, then finally waved her hand to lift the ban and pushed the window open again.

The young man finally turned around and gave her a warm smile with his handsome face decorated with ice and snow:

"Senior Muyun, are you out of the customs?"