When Linghu Zhenzhen returned to the Lingguan with a pile of books, Mr. Xingzhai was excitedly greeting his two scholars: "Xiaoxiao, Beibei, quickly! Put away the pen and paper, we will set off for the Southern Wilderness today!"

Yu Wuling pouted and complained: "My time to go on stage has not yet arrived, my eldest brother has to leave first, every time!"

Xingzhai laughed: "I'm sorry, that dartfish doesn't wait for anyone!"

What marble?

Confused, Bei Bei kindly explained to her: "The little people also heard from the mouths of the guests, about the middle of last month, there was a drought fish walking everywhere in the Southern Wilderness, every time it came out, it was an overwhelming black fog, and it all appeared suddenly, and then suddenly disappeared after walking around for a while. Strangely, it doesn't hurt people and doesn't scorch the land. The Emperor of the Southern Wilderness sent a demon minister to check, but he never caught the dartle, so Mr. may want to try to catch the dartle himself. ”

Mr. Xingzhai hurriedly shook his hand: "You can't catch the drought! Let's just take a closer look." ”

After that, he turned around and asked Linghu Zhenzhen, "Linghu girl, are you going with us?"

She didn't want to go to the southern wilderness again, and she checked a lot of records in Si Youguo, and said that she had been in the eastern wilderness before, and then the ethnic sparse and uncertain wandering, there were rumors of Si Shi Si Nu, only the two wildernesses in the northeast.

She shook her head: "I go to the East Wilderness, and it is closer to the North Wilderness." ”

Xingzhai looked at her with little relief, this little girl always spoke and behaved with a sense of calmness, and she seemed to be impeccable, but the cry that day was not fake, even if she had cultivation, she was floating alone in the wilderness, and it was a little desolate to think about it.

He pondered for a moment, and then said gently: "Linghu girl is willing to be my scholar, there are few people in Middle-earth here in the Great Wilderness who are willing to stay for a long time, and having you has helped me a lot." What's more, if you are wandering around and have no money on you, how can it be good? Although the scholar's monthly ten taels of silver is not much, food and clothing are always guaranteed, what do you think?"

Of course, it's good to make money!

But for some reason, a voice suddenly sounded in Ling Hu Zhenzhen's mind, with a cautious joke: Little senior sister, if you become a monk, you can no longer be a scholar.

She was slightly stunned, who said this to her? It really doesn't make sense, she can do whatever she wants.

"Good. She said yes very neatly.

*

Qin Xi walked around the chaotic alleys of Tilting Immortal City for a long time, and finally returned to the main road, and the sky was already completely dark.

As the wind and snow grew, he once again showed a blank look at the colorful colored tiles on the street.

Where is this?

He walked along the riverside avenue, saw the Acacia Bridge from a distance, and just breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know what happened, I suddenly realized that I had walked here, and it was not Cong Hua and Gu Xianzhi who were followed by him at that time.

Who had ever taken him hand in hand and went down the bridge? He remembered that the hand was cold and soft, and there was a black tulle stirred by the wind and snow, and a jade-white and slender back of the neck loomed through the gaps, which was extremely beautiful.

The memory seemed to be filled with a large blank, Qin Xi suddenly stopped, and pondered with a spirit of study.

Is it a spring dream? Is it an illusion?

Not far across the street, a group of people were saying goodbye, and a girl spoke loudly and clearly, and said endlessly: "...... You take good care of yourself, and if you encounter something sad, it's okay to cry, but don't vomit blood. This felt hat is given to you, if you love it, you can wear it, if you don't love it, you can put it, and being a scholar for Mr. is to run around and work harder, but it shouldn't be a ...... for you."

Qin Xi easily figured out the little memories that she had sparsely chopped up, and looked over dissatisfied, but saw that there were two acquaintances in the group, one was Mr. Xingzhai, and the other was a female liar she met in the evening.

How did she know Xingzhai?

He stepped forward quietly and bowed: "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Xingzhai in the Great Wilderness, it's polite." ”

When Xingzhai saw him, he was first surprised, and then he showed an embarrassed look inexplicably, and while returning the salute, he tried to block Ling Fox Zhenzhen, but he didn't want her to pounce without hesitation.

"You're a liar!"

Linghu Zhenzhen finally returned the word liar to him, and suddenly felt refreshed.

Qin Xi smiled at her kindly again, bowed his head as if he hadn't heard, and immediately turned sideways to let her go, only to greet Xingzhai in one place.

Xingzhai saw that he had no reaction after being scolded by Linghu Zhenzhen, and the wind was light, as if he didn't know her, and he was more and more sure that he was responsible for Linghu.

Alas, it turned out that the little girl didn't really forget, she said that she still hated in her heart, and she met Langjun unexpectedly, so she could only hate and scold a "liar", pitiful and pitiful. Qin Xiaoyou really did evil, looking at the human appearance, but he had no heart.

After all, it was embarrassing to greet them, and they were even more embarrassed here, Xingzhai said with a smile: "I'm in a hurry, so I won't talk to Qin Xiaoyou more." Xiaoyou can come to Xuanshan when you are empty, and I invite Xiaoyou to taste Xuanshan wine. ”

Behind him, there was a demon cloud like a snake's tail, wrapping Xiaoxiao and Beibei, Fang soared into the air, but he heard Xiaoxiao and said loudly: "Linghu, don't forget to write a letter to your dear Senior Brother Chen!"

The voice was loud and crisp, the one who kept talking before.

She heard that Ling Hu Zhenzhen was let down by someone, so she cried and vomited blood, and now that she saw this young monk's beautiful appearance, Bei Bei and Mr. looked subtle when they saw him, and Ling Hu was angry, he must be the one who failed her.

She had the heart to support Ling Hu Zhenzhen's anger, and made up a Senior Brother Chen for her, and said loudly: "Your dear Senior Brother Chen is still waiting for you to go back! When you are done, remember to reunite with him early! He ......"

Bei Bei covered her mouth, and the demon cloud faded away, disappearing into the night.

Who is Senior Brother Chen?

Ling Fox Zhenzhen turned around and walked towards the inn in confusion, and after walking for a while, she felt that Qin Xi was not far away and followed behind, she stopped and looked back at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, with a hint of caution.

Qin Xi tilted his head and thought for a while: "I don't know the inn, can the girl take me there?" ”

"Ten texts. "She asks twice as much for someone she doesn't like.

It seems that she is a straightforward person, if she has debts, she will take revenge, and she will not be held accountable if she is clean.

Qin Xi nodded: "Yes." ”

Linghu Zhenzhen began to lead the way in front of her again, and suddenly heard someone on the bridge calling: "Uncle wait for me!"

She subconsciously turned her head to look, and saw a thin man lovingly touching the child's head.

She touched her head as well and brushed her hair back of her head.

Qin Xi saw that she was wilting as if she had been suddenly drenched in the rain, paused for a moment, and suddenly said: "Linghu girl, I lost my words in the afternoon, I'm sorry, don't worry." ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen raised his head, and all the lights on the Acacia Bridge were burning quietly under his dark eyes, clear and bright, especially beautiful colors.

She let out an "um".

"You are Qin ......" What are you coming from?

"Qin Xi, the word Yuanxi. Qin Xi added: "The Xi of Dongfang Weixi, the word Yuan Xi is ......"

"The Yuan of the Lantern Festival, the Xi of the Morning Dawn. Ling Fox Zhenzhen stared into his eyes, "Qin Yuanxi. ”

He only felt that the wind and snow in the sky suddenly became hot, and he couldn't help but take a step back slightly, but he heard her soft voice say: "I am Ling Fox Zhenzhen, the one of its leaves Zhenzhen." ”

Qin Xi looked away, and his voice was inexplicably softer: "Okay, I know." ”

*

That night, Qin Xi began to dream again.

For half a year, he dreamed almost every day, always a sharp knife piercing his heart, painful to the heart, looking for someone in the endless artemisia swamp.

Recently, the dream had changed, and he had left the Artemisia Tree, wandering around endlessly, his heart was happy and anxious, and he wanted to find someone, the person who haunted him, the person he dragged back from the Artemisia—

The fine wind and snow are overwhelming, hot, Qin Xi seems to have returned to the Acacia Bridge, and the lights are brilliant.

Opposite was a little fox, with clear eyes but sad eyes, as if its furry ears had been wet by the rain.

He wanted to take her in his arms and touch her head.

When he woke up, the sharp blade seemed to be still pointing at his heart, still in a faint pain, Qin Xi turned over and sat up, taking a deep breath.

Maybe dreaming every day is the price of obtaining wind and thunder demonic energy?

He boredly took out the gilded wooden stick, looking at the mysterious eight words on it and worried.

In this body, in the other.

What the hell is this? I don't know what the hell, the wilderness is so vast, where is he going to find it?

Qin Xi sighed and pushed open the wooden window, there was a white snow outside the window, last night's fine snow had turned into goose feather snow, and after dense snow flakes, he saw a slender bamboo green figure.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen held the paper bag in one hand and pinched the bun in the other hand to bury her head in eating, the hot mist overflowed from her lips, she ate with a satisfied face, if there were ears on the top of her head, she would shake it around with satisfaction.

I really want to bounce her with the wind.

This thought suddenly appeared in Qin Xi's mind, and he was also surprised.

Isn't it too light? He brushed his hair in distress, for the past two days, he didn't know what was going on, he was an illusion and an attempt to be a thin woman, and he had to practice the innocent method well.

One last glance at Linghu Zhenzhen, who was standing on the Acacia Bridge. There were not many pedestrians in the early morning, and she suddenly raised her hand to summon a magnificent paper flying dragon, rode on the dragon's back leisurely, and flew into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The gilded wooden stick in Qin Xi's hand fell to the ground.

That's the paper through the gods, the method of the second vein master, she is really too high-vein monk?