On the fourth day of the first month of March, the rain and wind sheets.

When Fox Zhenzhen woke up, the first thing she did was to open the wooden window to watch the weather.

Outside, the morning light is slightly dewed, it is raining like a cow's hair, the smoke and water of the Lingfeng Mountain are like in the painting, beautiful and exquisite, and there will never be such a mountain scenery in the great wilderness.

She shook her fingertips, and the glossy blade suddenly rose to the sky.

She was already very skilled at using the dragon's flying blades as eyes, and she only let the flying blades circle around the gentle rolling mountains without slowness. Like Yimai Mountain, there is also a lake on the top of Lingfeng Mountain, like a bend of the emerald moon embedded in the mountain.

Linghu Zhenzhen was just about to drive the flying blade closer to admire, when she suddenly felt a huge thing in front of the left murderous and rushing straight towards the flying blade, it was actually a huge glass bottle, and there was an irresistible suction from the mouth of the bottle, posing to capture the flying blade.

She dodge, it chases, she scatters and condenses, its ghost does not scatter and stay by the side.

I don't know who is so bored, she finally got impatient, simply retracted her thoughts, and went out of the room to forage for food.

After a while, Ye Xiaowan came, and talked and laughed with Zhou Jing non-stop: "I have already arranged it, just follow me!" By the way, the lake on the top of the mountain can be fished, let's catch a few more fatty ones, and stew soup at night to drink." ”

After that, she took out a fishing rod from her sleeve and divided one by one, Zhou Jing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "You can also do the Qiankun method in your sleeve?"

Ye Xiaowan grinned: "I'll surprise you, isn't it a surprise?"

He wanted to glare at her, but he couldn't hold back his smile, so he had to twist his head to the side.

Ye Xiaowan brought a large box of delicate tea food, among which the hot fresh fish dumplings were extremely delicious, so that the fox Zhenzhen was immersed in eating happily, and suddenly felt a slight itch on her neck, but it was a small paper fox that jumped on her shoulders silently, and her long tail hooked her neck and shook it gently.

It's so beautiful, it's worthy of the paper fox she cut. Out of pride, she touched its head.

Qin Xi came from behind yawning, the aura around his body was still vibrating slightly, as if he had just finished his meditation, Zhou Jing couldn't help but be stunned: "You are still meditating?"

Lao Jiu, what's going on? It's okay to meditate all day long in Yimai Mountain, but it's still like this when you come out? The so-called speed is not reached, and Taishangmai does not encourage monks to practice in this way, and if their physical and mental condition is not good, they will only get twice the result with half the effort.

Qin Xi said lightly: "I always feel that I am about to break through the realm, but this night didn't work." ”

The last breakthrough was only two months ago, right? Zhou Jing was a little shocked, and when he saw that he was tired, he said, "You might as well sleep well." ”

Qin Xi yawned again: "Don't care, let's go." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, he pressed his hand on her skull—not to come closer, only to stop at the length of his arm's length.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen looked at the thick shadow under his eyes, and suddenly threw the paper folding dragon. Paper Tongshen can do whatever he wants, big or small, and the previously domineering and huge flying dragon is now a big circle, just enough for a person to lie on it.

"Go to sleep, I won't let you fall. She drove the paper dragon over.

He seemed to be unable to resist this domineering flying dragon, and collapsed on the dragon's back as if he had no bones, his long sleeves covering the light, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Really won't let me fall?"

"Well, don't worry. ”

Qin Xi didn't speak for a long time, which made Fox Zhenzhen think that he was asleep, and suddenly heard him say slowly: "I don't dare to worry." ”

Yesterday was just one day, and his whole body was in chaos, and his emotions were bigger than the ups and downs of a vein mountain, which was really ridiculous.

After thinking about it, it was all to blame Ling Fox Zhenzhen.

He cared too much about Pan Shensi, so he had to stare at her as soon as he went out, she said and did something casually, which caused him to ponder for a long time, and he couldn't sleep at night, and finally had to forcibly cultivate no delusion to calm down.

However, it was useless, he couldn't be still.

Qin Xi has always felt that he is a very open-minded person, as long as others do not touch the line, he is too lazy to fight with anyone. But he inexplicably got into trouble with himself last night, practicing no delusion here, and having ups and downs over there, and from time to time he drilled a Linghu Zhenzhen in his mind, pulling left and right all night.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Exhaustion deepened the incomprehension in his stomach, and the angry anger of annoyance was about to rise again, and he could only turn into vague words to release some: "...... I'm not at ease. ”

The dragon's back suddenly shook slightly, she sat down beside her, and her soft voice repeated again: "Don't worry." ”

The long sleeves were put down, Qin Xi turned his head to stare at her, and his clear amber eyes also looked at him.

The drizzle is like a gauze made of mist, surrounded by vague mountain scenery like in a painting, rain streaks of tobacco, and bored tourists say boring words.

There is a faint smell in the drizzle, like a small snowflake sticking to the nose, the slightest itch.

Qin Xi lowered his eyelashes, dragged the paper fox into his arms, touched its charming eyes, and once again blocked the light with his long sleeves, and finally fell asleep tiredly.

Dreamless, when he woke up, the paper fox sat on top of Linghu Zhenzhen's head, and Linghu Zhenzhen sat beside him.

Qin Xi gently blew open the long sleeves that shaded the light, and what caught her eye was a soft silk ribbon tied on the sleeves of her snow-white feather coat.

The paper flying dragon flies high on the edge of the mountainside, the rain collects the clouds and still remains, the mist swaying in the mountains and forests, and the ink painting is generally quiet.

But it's not quiet at all, the noise of tourists laughing and laughing is endless, and the wind carries the smell of all kinds of delicacies skewered together, and the most recent one is the sweet aroma of wine.

His gaze fell on Ling Hu Zhenzhen's hand, she was holding a small porcelain bowl, and there was still half a bowl of wine-stuffed balls in it, but she didn't seem to want to eat it anymore, only staring at the ink color in the distance.

Qin Xi subconsciously asked, "No part of me?"

She suddenly came back to her senses and looked down, "No, but I can buy it for you." ”

She has never been so enthusiastic in the Great Wilderness, and she still asks for the running fee in a grand manner, which is really wrong. He knew that the root cause of his wrongness was Linghu's abnormality, and it was the change of the Great Wilderness people.

Qin Xi was determined to break the casserole and asked, "Do you want to return the gift?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Why?"

"Because I want to. ”

"Why do you want to?"

She seemed to be asked, and thought for a long time as if she was thinking about a difficult problem, and then said, "I'm a little senior sister." ”

Do you really want to be a little senior sister? Qin Xi was amused: "It's not so easy to be a little senior sister who is too high-spirited. For example, junior brother, when I should be rewarded, I will never be merciful, and you are still willing?"

Ling Hu Zhenzhen scooped a spoonful of wine-stuffed balls: "Yes, you are you." I'm willing to be my business. ”

Qin Xi sat up straight as if he was being dragged by a rope, and suddenly heard a familiar voice from below: "Brother Cong Hua, have you returned to Middle-earth?"

Zhou Jing was being pulled by Ye Xiaowan to see the thousand-year-old apricot blossom tree on Xiayuntai, and when he turned around, he saw a Sancai Sect monk in a white robe coming with a smile, it was Gu Cai.

Encountering a fateful encounter in Lingfeng Lake, Zhou Jing immediately stepped forward to salute and greet him, Gu Cai's graceful return salute was only half back, and he saw Qin Xi holding Linghu Zhenzhen, who was wearing a Taishang pulse feather robe, and soared down from the paper flying dragon, and he was stunned for a while, and he didn't know where to start.

Zhou Jing saw that his face was full of confusion, so he patted him on the shoulder considerately, but the matter was secret, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Gu Cai came back to his senses easily, suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice: "By the way, Brother Cong Hua, Yuan Xi, you should be careful when you play in Lingfeng Lake, I suspect that there are evil cultivators who are causing trouble." This morning, someone released a strange flying blade around Lingfeng Mountain, and I was about to catch it with a glass bottle, but I let it run away......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Ling Fox Zhenzhen say "ah": "That glass bottle is yours?"