In the small frost mountain, the sound of rain fell back into the house.

Ning Yi calmly said his answer.

When he saw the teacher sitting across from him, he showed a look of relief and relief.

Ning Yi asked, "Teacher, what was your answer back then?"

Ye Changfeng said softly: "I said no to him, and I saw the surprise in his eyes...... The previous sword bearer was a very decent cultivator, and he probably couldn't understand that a person like me in the cultivation realm would put the 'small self' in front of the 'big self'. ”

Ego...... Big Ego......

"It is true that if there is really a catastrophe coming, whether it is the Demon Clan's attack on the northern realm, or the collapse of the dome in the Great Sun, someone will have to go up to it, as the most capable cultivator in this world, I am the tallest. Ye Changfeng said indifferently: "The sky is falling, I will hold on to this piece of the sky, but if someone tells me that I can exchange for peace in the world if I die, I will only think that this sentence is a fart, from beginning to end, I don't want to be a dead martyr, I just want to be a living monk, as for carrying the robbery, it is just a truth that everyone understands...... With great power comes great responsibility. ”

The ancestor of the West Sea calmly said his truth.

Ning Yi thought for a moment and asked, "What did the sword wielder say in the end?"

"What can he say?" the old ancestor smiled and said: "There is no right or wrong in the world, who is a saint?" He reasoned with me, and I glared at him and scolded him, and in the end this matter was over. ”

Ning Yi couldn't laugh or cry.

"I don't care what kind of bright or great things the sword bearer does...... Xihai Old Ancestor took a breath and said seriously: "I have only one disciple of Ye Changfeng, who is more precious than anyone else, if one day, the sword bearer wants to exchange his own death for the so-called life of the world, then I will not allow this to happen." ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

"Even if you throw that sword bone away, it's not a big deal," the old man stood up and said, "This is the first lesson I taught you, Ning Yi, being alive is more important than everything." ”

"Other ......" The old man walked forward and turned around and said, "Regarding the problem of cultivation, it is not a problem, wait for you to consolidate your realm, and then come to me to solve it." ”

After the old man left, the bamboo house in Xiaoshuang Mountain was empty.

Ning Yi held the "fine snow" in his palm with both hands.

He looked at the slender, light sword bone.

The sword bone is very light to hold.

But when you put it down, it's heavy.

Ning Yi just sat in the bamboo building, closed his eyes, the rain washed the earth outside the window, and the old man's words kept echoing in his mind.

The Sword-Wielder......

Sword Bone ......

Responsibility, competence......

The sound of rain in my ears gradually became smaller.

When the rain stopped, Ning Yi woke up from this mysterious meditation realm, opened his eyes, and saw that the door of the bamboo building was being pushed open by a girl in a green shirt tiptoeing, and the girl's naked snow-white toes were still hovering on the green wooden floor, and the shoulders of the green shirt were tightened by two hemp ropes, which were concave and convex, and she was carrying a big basket behind her back.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Pei Yatou put down the basket with a smile and sat on the lid of the basket, she saw at a glance the change in Ning Yi's aura at the moment, and said in surprise: "Eight realms?"

Ning Yi patted his sleeve, stood up, and nodded with a smile.

In fact, he had some doubts in his heart, since he practiced, he had many adventures all the way, and now his cultivation realm has caught up with the holy sons of the major holy mountains, but he still can't see through Pei Fu's cultivation realm...... On the contrary, he is as converging as water, and he is still seen through at a glance?

The girl's current realm, Ning Yi asked several times, but she refused to tell herself.

The girl in the green shirt cheered, jumped down from the basket, and gave Ning Yi a big hug.

Ning Yi was helpless, and was forced to hold the little girl's feet off the ground and turn around, and the skirt of the green shirt and dress flew and fell to the ground again.

The girl stretched out her toes back, hooked the basket, and moved it to her side little by little, and then gently patted the bamboo branch cover of the heavy basket with one palm.

Ning Yi looked at some of the mud stained on the girl's body, and her eyes were a little sudden.

"It's ......"

......

......

Dusk after the rain stops in the light frost mountain.

A cool breeze hit the top of the mountain.

A horn pot hanging over a bonfire where masonry is imprisoned.

The bright red soup is boiling in the pot, and the delicate spring shoots and the beef brisket are tumbling together, floating and sinking, and it is already a low fire at this time, and the grunting soup bubbles are exploding one after another.

The aroma is overflowing.

The girl is in the bamboo building, the kitchen knife is briskly and skillfully chopping the bamboo shoots on the cutting board, as well as the large pieces of beef that have been blanched, and the hob cuts the outline and rubs it...... Ning Yi took a small bench and went out.

And then messy in the wind.

Next to the lonely horn pot, there was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, the robe was shabby, stained with dust, just looking at the back, you could see the dilapidation and sadness, squatting next to the horn pot at the moment with his back to Ning Yi, leaning his neck, fanning his palm with one hand, and smelling the fragrance from the pot.

Ning Yi held a small bench and walked all the way to the back of the Taoist priest, still unnoticed, he scratched his head, looked at the man squatting next to the pot on his back forty-five degrees and sniffed the beef and burst into tears, and then suddenly shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Wen-"

"it!"

Maybe it's because of the habit of being chased and killed all year round, hearing a sudden shout, the soles of the men in Taoist robes slipped, and the first reaction of the whole person was not to jump, but to hug his head...... Wen Tao hugged the back of his head for two breaths before he reacted, this is not the bottom of the tomb, after he saw Ning Yi, he smiled and said, "It turned out to be a little junior brother......

The unkempt Wen Tao said seriously: "Senior brother watched the stars last night and found that I had a bloody disaster recently, and wanted to avoid the disaster, so I searched for the dragon point all the way and came here...... Ahem, it's a long story, little junior brother, it's fate to get together, I heard that you returned to the mountain from Tiandu, senior brother, I specially prepared some treasures for you. ”

After that, Wen Tao smiled, took out the same treasure from his sleeve, and displayed it.

"Dangdangdang...... This was dug up from the tomb in the north, the skull of King Lionheart when he was a child, and it is priceless!"

"This is Taiyi's ancient sword for saving suffering, and it is guaranteed to be genuine!"

"Penglai Elixir of the West Sea!"

"This is the personal ...... of the fairy of the White Deer Cave Academy. Ahem, I got this wrong......"

Ning Yi was speechless for a while.

Wen Tao smiled a little embarrassedly, stretched out his finger, hooked it, compared a number, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Little junior brother, you came back from Tiandu, what is there...... These things are not bullied, they are all true, packed and given to you?"

Ning Yi looked at the few things suspended in front of him......

The pill engraved with the word "vigorous" did not seem to be the same as the one he had taken before......

Taiyi's genuine ancient sword for saving suffering Tianzun......

Also, the skull of King Lionheart when he was a child???

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows silently.

How did he hear that Wen Tao went down the mountain a few days ago, owed a lot of debts under the mountain, and stole the second senior brother's belongings to pay it off......

"Oh, yes, I know, junior brother, are they all men......" Wen Tao saw Ning Yi's silence, coughed twice, took out the white clothes of the fairy of the White Deer Cave Academy, stretched out a palm and whispered: "But ...... This one has to be priced. ”

"This number. Wen Tao stretched out five fingers and said in a low voice: "Look at my senior brother, I am sanctimonious, can I steal this profane clothes?" Tell you a secret...... This was actually stolen by King Shengle, the ancestor of Tianfu Academy. ”

Ning Yi: "???"

In the heart lake, a clay stone statue is smiling.

"Hahaha.......ha

The sword weapon was close to the seniors, and he smiled and leaned back and laughed.

Then Wen Tao, who was close to Ning Yi's ear, quietly spoke again, "There is another secret, don't tell others...... As far as the sword weapon of the White Deer Cave Academy you encountered in Tiandu is close, it is actually a woman's body, it is true, this profane clothes are hers. ”

Ning Yi's heart lake was full of waves.

The sword weapon looked hideous, "Ning Yi, let me out, Lao Tzu will destroy this guy." ”

Ning Yi stuffed 10,000 silver tickets to the smiling third senior brother, and silently accepted the third senior brother's Lionheart King's juvenile skull, the genuine Guilty Extraction Ancient Sword, and the powerful Penglai Elixir...... There is also the women's clothes of the sword weapon that are close to the predecessors.

Ning Yi left the bench to Wen Tao and turned around to go to the house.

When he came out again with the bench, there was an additional figure next to the horn pot.

The expressionless second senior brother sat on the bench, his fingers stained with spit, and counted the silver tickets one by one.

Counting and counting, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Wen Tao, who was squatting on the ground, wanted to cry without tears, "Blind, I borrowed you 3,000 taels, and you robbed me of 7,000, you don't talk about the rules of Shushan, this is going to be struck by lightning." ”

Qi Rust smiled coldly and said, "Don't you understand the rules of Shushan? Whoever has the biggest fist is the rule." ”

The second senior brother sighed with emotion: "It's so fragrant......"

He sniffed and said, "The girl's pot is so fragrant, I really envy Ning Yi...... You don't have to eat the pot cooked by your sister. ”

Ning Yi, who was standing behind the second senior brother, tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't dare to speak.

Little Frost Mountain. A large black and white shadow hanging in front of Qi Rust frowned and did not speak.

Silently.

Wen Tao coughed and hinted frantically: "Blind, don't talk nonsense, the pot cooked by senior sister is very delicious......"

"Fart!" Qi Rust smiled, "What did you say last time, the horn pot boiled into a cow shit pot...... Are you putting this pretend to be a saint?"

After saying this, Qi Rust suddenly realized something.

The blind man slammed his mouth shut.

Two lines of tears crossed the corners of Wen Tao's eyes.

......

......

The girl who picked the spring bamboo shoots, on the way back to Xiaoshuang Mountain, sent an invitation to the senior sister and brother of the three mountains, as well as the old ancestor of Xihai.

That's why this cauldron is set up in front of the bamboo building.

Soon after.

Ye Changfeng, the last old sword fairy to rush to Xiaoshuang Mountain, saw the bamboo shoots stewed in red oil, and first sighed with emotion, and said, "Oh, it's late, didn't you delay......?" The girl's craft is really good. ”

Then the Old Ancestor of the West Sea lowered his head, sighed, and blinked: "Why are there two people squatting here?

"Seniors, don't worry about them," Senior Sister Wen Zhong, who was sitting on the bench, smiled and said, "They like to squat...... Second junior brother, third junior brother, right?"

Qi Rust and Wen Tao, who were squatting on the ground, nodded desperately.