Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and Feng Yin bowed his head in silence and did not answer.

What was he trying to ask?

Is it because you notice that you are in a bad mood?

Wu Jifeng waited for her answer, and didn't even dare to come out. The hands that held the reins were bruised from overexertion, and their hearts were beating and tormenting.

Feng Yin felt that his arms were strangled by his uncle, frowned and moved, and was silent for a while before he spoke, his tone was sullen, and he deliberately made a little unhappy: "Where's the gift?"

A heart fell to the ground with a "bang", and Wu Jifeng let go of the hand that was about to pinch the reins into his skin, and exhaled deeply.

"Gifts......"

He lowered his head to look at her face, tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed, "What do you want?"

What do you want, Feng Yin raised his head and thought about it carefully, he really didn't have anything he wanted.

Usually, he never asked himself before giving gifts, Li Ji sent them directly, and he never chose them. And whether it was a precious gem or a wildflower picked by the roadside, I liked it because he gave it.

Shaking his head slightly, Feng Yin let out a somewhat confused voice, "I don't know what I want." As he spoke, he looked back at him, a little puzzled and a little inquisitive, "You never asked me before, why did you ask me this time?"

Wu Jifeng looked at her, with an unclear meaning in his eyes, and said, "Probably, it's because this gift is different from the past." ”

Feng Yin didn't understand this, so he looked back at the front and said, "What's the difference, it's just another New Year." ”

Wu Jifeng went to look at her again and asked softly, "Since you don't know what you want, then choose what you like, what do you like?"

Feng Yin didn't think about it, and replied directly, "As long as it's sent by you, I like it." ”

Wu Jifeng frowned and continued to ask, "What do you don't like, what do you usually dislike?"

Feng Yin lowered his head again, knocked on the stove in his arms with his fingers, and said sullenly: "There's nothing I don't like, my things are all good." ”

Wu Jifeng didn't believe it, she was clearly lying like this, so she continued to ask, "Even if you are a wordless master, you can't be sad or happy, do you dare to practice with a wordless master?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Feng Yin pursed his lips a little awkwardly and muttered in a low voice, "I don't like to drink medicine, it's too bitter." What's more, I haven't seen any effect after drinking it for so long. And instead of curing the disease, it harms people.

After hearing this, Wu Jifeng was silent, and he really didn't have the courage to answer, so he could only hug Feng Yin tighter, and he regretted the harm he had brought to her over the years. At the same time, I also realized that I had been so incompetent all along. has always regarded herself as her dearest relative, but she doesn't even know what she likes and dislikes, everything she has is just "self-thought", she thinks her joys and angers, she thinks her sorrows, and she thinks she lives. That's why she didn't even notice that she knew the old things, so she was isolated from her heart. 's position in her heart, I'm afraid she has already fallen under Wen Shuo.

But even if she knew that she didn't like it, she couldn't deal with it for her, because she and her eldest brother and sister-in-law gave her this dislike. This makes my heart ache even more.

Wu Jifeng didn't speak for a long time, and his face turned pale.

Sensing his strangeness, Feng Yin was surprised for a moment, only to realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said. He must have known about the medicine, and maybe even he had made a plan for it, what could he expect him to say, could it be that he was upset for himself? Or did he expect him to relent, and stop the medicine for himself?

It's impossible, it's just embarrassing, so why do you want to say this, it's really confusing.

Intentionally breaking the silence, Feng Yin deliberately opened his mouth a little loudly, "No matter what I like or not, I just want a gift, I must give it to me before the festival, and it must be better than Wen Shuo!"

Wu Jifeng was shocked by this voice, and shook his head with a smile, it seems that this gift still has to be chosen by himself.

At this moment, there was a deafening sound of horses galloping from behind, and then a loud male voice shouted "drive" and yelled at the pedestrians on both sides of the road, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Pedestrians rushed to dodge, and the road widened suddenly.

The man rode a horse from the side of Feng Yin and Wu Jifeng and galloped by, setting off a gust of cold wind, and glanced at Wu Jifeng with a smile when he passed by them, his eyes were full of pride, as if to say, "See, this is called horse riding!"

Wu Jifeng looked at the man's back and smiled, his eyes shining with a layer of bright light.

The white horse below him seemed to feel the provocation, raised his two front hooves in a high-pitched mood, and raised his head to the sky and neighed long.

Feng Yin was coldly shaken by it, screamed "ah", and leaned back all of a sudden.

"Phew!"

Wu Jifeng held Feng Yin firmly with his left hand, and tightened the reins with his right hand to quiet the horse.

"Hahaha", Feng Yin laughed and stretched out a hand to touch the horse's neck, "It's angry, other horses are stronger than it, and it has the same temperament as Wen Shuo!"

Wu Jifeng laughed and said, "My arrow is a first-class war horse, and that horse can't compare to it." ”

As if he understood his master's words, Yijian raised his head and hissed excitedly.

Seeing it so scrappy for the first time, Feng Yin couldn't help but be interested, and hurriedly turned back to Wu Jifeng and said, "Uncle, let an arrow run, just like last time." As he spoke, he turned his head to look ahead, his eyes full of anticipation, "Maybe we can catch up with them, and then we will know who is faster!"

Wu Jifeng laughed, pulled Feng Yin back into his arms and sat down, and said, "We must be faster!"

After saying that, he shook the reins vigorously and shouted, "Drive!"

An arrow was already ready, raised its front hooves and hissed, and rushed out like an off-string arrow.

The wind took on shape like a cold tulle, and slapped it on the face in no order, and the wind moan was so beaten that he couldn't open his eyes, and could only shrink his face into the thick hat as best he could. It didn't taste good, but she liked it, and although her face was cold and painful, she was at ease and excited.

She felt that she had never been so free and easy, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she couldn't help but "giggle" out loud.

Wu Jifeng heard her laughter in the whirring wind, and glanced at her while looking at the direction, her eyes were bright red, but they were extremely clear and bright.

She was genuinely happy, even happier than the last time she took her on a horseback ride.

Wu Jifeng liked to see her happy, so he also became happy, smiled and hugged her tighter, and flicked the reins again, allowing the horse to rush forward faster.

The people and objects on both sides quickly retreated, blurred, and rushed forward on their own, freed from all restraints. Nothing can trap you anymore, as long as you hold the reins, you can control everything. Last time, I didn't understand why I was so excited, but now Feng Yin understands that it is because this feeling makes me feel free, the freedom of my heart.

But the reins are not in his hands, and he can't really ride a horse after all. A strange but powerful thought popped into Feng Yin's mind, if he wanted to truly control this freedom, he had to hold the reins!

His eyes were fixed on the rope dangling in front of him, and Feng Yin found the right time to reach out his right hand and grasp it. Smiled and exhaled a long breath, and for a moment the body and mind were refreshed.

Wu Jifeng noticed her movements and carefully held her hand.

After running a long way, I finally saw the man and the horse in front of me.

Judging from the back, the man still straightened up, with an arrogant posture of no one else.

An arrow screamed long, like a demonstration and a warning. The man looked back at the voice and froze in obvious surprise.

Not to be outdone, the man threw a few whips and struck the horse's buttocks, and shouted a few "drives" to catch up with the arrow again, but although the horse ran with enough strength, his strength was exhausted, and he gradually fell behind the arrow.

Feng Yin glanced back at the man's embarrassed face, and smiled happily when he looked back again.

After running for a while, he ran more and more vigorously, and left the black horse far behind with his head held high. After turning a corner at a fork, the horse did not catch up after a long time, and Feng Yin sighed a little disappointed, it seems that they must have gone another way.

Out of the town, the population became even more sparse, and an arrow slowly slowed down, and under the control of Wu Jifeng, he skillfully turned a few corners, and after a while, he came to the gate of the temple.

Feng Yin tightened the reins and let out a long "whoop" like the uncle, and the arrow stopped in front of the stone steps at the courtyard gate very cooperatively.

Wu Jifeng jumped over and got off the horse, and when he reached out to catch Feng Yin, he found that Feng Yin's right hand was still tightly holding the reins and was unwilling to let go, so he couldn't help laughing. Pulling the reins out of her hand, he looked at her little face that was red from the cold and smiled, "If you don't come down again, an arrow will throw you off." ”

Feng Yin shook off the hand that was holding the reins and was almost unconscious, and then dismounted according to the strength of the uncle. As soon as he landed, he put his hand on the stove, but fortunately the stove was still warm. When she had recovered her senses, she looked to the door, where the heavy vermilion wooden door was still tightly closed, not at all as if it was welcoming them.

Wu Jifeng didn't care about this, he walked to the door with Feng Yin, and didn't say hello to the door, just stretched out his hand to push the door.

But this wooden door did not open as usual, Wu Jifeng frowned, and slapped the door without even hesitating, shouting while patting, "Master Wuyan, you closed this gate, how can you help the Buddha to save everyone?"

Feng Yin took a step back and hid behind him, showing his head and looking at the door carefully, and said in his heart: In the Buddha Gate, it is so noisy, even if it is beaten by the Silent Master, it is deserved!

No one opened the door, so Wu Jifeng continued to beat, and the vibration sound of "bang bang bang" was very loud and loud in the silent mountains.

After a long while, it seemed that the master could not stand the noise anymore, and footsteps came from inside the door.

After a muffled "s......queak", the heavy door slowly opened.