The east wind was blowing, and the silk cloak rustled by the wind.

Jiumu Yunxiang wrapped the Xuansi cloak around her body with difficulty, wrapped and wrapped, but this wind passed through the Xuansi cloak like a needle and stimulated every cell in the body, and Jiumu Yunxiang shivered again and again, unable to do anything.

No wonder, Uncle Xiao said that he didn't have to dress up, no matter how well he dressed, he would be unkempt when blown by the wind.

Bing Ruohan's foresight made Jiu Mu feel more and more wrong, she squinted her eyes that could not be opened by the wind, grabbed the corner of Bing Ruohan's clothes in a panic, and asked urgently

"Uncle Junior, where are you going to take me?"

"Qi Yunfeng. Bing Ruohan faced the wind, and only said his whereabouts halfway, but after speaking, he still looked calm and calm, and his white clothes were swaying in the wind, and three thousand green silks were also fluttering.

"Qi Yunfeng?" Jiu Mu stammered, his face turned pale for a moment, and his hands swayed, "Absolutely not, junior uncle, I am even a little afraid of that breeze, how can I resist Qi Yunfeng's swift wind?"

That Qiyun Peak is famous for Qiyun, it is the highest peak on Zixia Mountain, the so-called Qiyun, but it is the same height as the clouds.

The scenery of Qiyun Peak is unique, when the weather is fine, climb the mountain and look far away, it is really a glance at the mountains and small, the peaks worship not its scenery and, if the pedestrians in the past pass by from now on, it is said that it is not in vain, but this kind of gloomy and windy weather, the extremely high peak does not have any obstacles, it is undoubtedly the wind mouth, when the wind rises, the wind dances wildly, the road is fierce like a beast, it is no matter how elegant and curious the person is, it will not stop here when the wind rises on this cloudy day.

For a person like Jiumu, who has been afraid of the wind since he was a child, he undoubtedly sent himself into the mouth of the tiger.

So she was afraid, so afraid that she grabbed Bing Ruohan and didn't let go, but Bing Ruohan tore her hand away and replied coldly, "How can it be done if you are so cowardly." ”

Yuluo continued to travel eastward, the further the east wind grew, the stronger the wind blew through his ears, like the cry of a child, the voice was sad and mournful, Jiumu's nerves were so sensitive that his hairs stood up, and he blindly grabbed the only person around him who could be caught.

But the only person who let her catch it pushed her away again, "Stand still, it's just a gust of wind, what are you afraid of?"

Then, like a child who was thrown into the deep sea and couldn't swim, she fluttered her hands and shouted, "Little uncle, I'm ...... I'll be blown to death by that wind. ”

Bing Ruohan was used to seeing her like this, the last time she fell into the quiet pool, she also cried and screamed for a long time, and now it is the same scene, it is really strange, he said lightly, "It's not so easy to die." ”

She grabbed it once, and he pushed it once.

Jiumu shouted in despair, "Little Uncle...... Uncle ......"

The heart-rending cry was blown away by the strong wind, and then the voice grew weaker and weaker, until there was no more strength to scream.

However, the little uncle, who was floating in the middle of the air and was calm and calm, didn't bother to pay attention to her crying, and just dragged her away against the wind.

Finally arrived at the peak of Qiyun Peak, and Bing Ruohan let go of Jiumu.

The wind swished past her ears, Jiumu curled up in the silk cloak that could no longer withstand the strong wind, and some of the house leaks were as desolate as the overnight rain, she shivered and let the wind blow, and cold sweat broke out until her clothes were soaked.

Bing Ruohan stood in the wind and said, "Xiao Jiu, take off that cloak." ”

Jiu Mu shrunk into the cloak tremblingly, her face turned pale, as if she stayed here for another moment, it would disappear, she listened to Bing Ruohan let her take off the cloak in a trance, and said two words in a trembling voice, "No...... Yes"

"But this level is difficult to cultivate. ”

After speaking, Bing Ruohan raised his hand with a white light, without a trace of hesitation, and with a decisive wave, he instantly collected the Xuansi cloak on Jiumu's body in the palm of his hand.

He looked at Jiumu's weak appearance and ordered, "Stand up straight and stay focused." ”

Ran Jiumu was so numb that he couldn't hear everything, and his head was groggy and dizzy.

Suddenly, the dragon scales in the placket flashed out of the Dao silver light, and a silver light mask appeared, surrounding the nine trees and separating them from the Dao wind.

Jiumu finally got a hint of respite, and looked at Bing Ruohan through the silver light, his eyes full of pleading, "Little uncle, I'...... I'm afraid I can't hold it. ”

Clinker, Bing Ruohan looked at the silver light from the dragon scales, the fire flashed in his eyes, his face sank for no reason, and he stretched out his hand and another white light, instantly dispersed the silver light, and the coolness gradually thickened, "Stand up." ”

Without any protective equipment, Jiumu let the wind blow like this.

The wind continued unabated, still like a ferocious beast, whistling and roaring, cutting every inch of human skin like a knife, and a low whine was emitted from the hollow, and the top of the mountain seemed to tremble with it.

The ears were torn mercilessly, and it felt like the body was drifting around, drifting, drifting......

In the end, not even a trace of light smoke remained......

Jiumu finally resisted the wind and fell down the curled body.

"Little Nine, Little Nine. ”

Bing Ruohan's face was panicked, and one hand grabbed the limp body, hugged it in his wrist and shouted.

And Jiumu is no longer awake to the world.

He quickly concealed the Dongliu Sword, picked her up with both hands, and galloped west like lightning.

......

......

In the orchid room, Jiumu lay quietly on the bed, opened his eyes slightly, and saw that the young man in blue was holding the medicine bowl and blowing gently, and the steaming heat was blown away by him, and then disappeared completely.

"Xiao Jiu, you've finally woken up. Wushuang eagerly and excitedly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, holding her hand tightly, affectionately and long.

Since she was unconscious and was picked up by Bing Ruohan that day, and smelled Bing Ruohan and scolded people to look for the medical saint, from time to time, the entire Zixia Mountain knew that this new nine disciples were seriously injured.

Wushuang heard the sound and ran to the orchid room, but saw her lying on the couch, cold and about to die.

Ignoring his seniority, Wushuang asked Bing Ruohan like crazy, why did Xiao Jiu look like this, where did you take him there?

Bing Ruohan didn't even look at him, stood on the edge of the bed, looked at Xiao Jiu, and didn't move at all.

It's been seven days

So far, she has been in a coma for seven days, and Wushuang has been in a coma for seven days.

He boiled the potion himself every day, and fed her to drink it with his own hands, until today, when she finally woke up.

I saw that Jiu Mu's eyes were staring directly at the bamboo raft on the roof, his face was still pale and haggard, and when he was half-awake, he suddenly remembered the gust of wind on the top of Qiyun Peak that day, devouring himself like a beast, and he couldn't help but shiver again, trembling and curling up into a ball.

Wushuang hurriedly grabbed her two arms, and helped her sit on the back of the bed and chair, and comforted her carefully, "Xiao Jiu, this is the Orchid Room, this is the Orchid Room of Zelan Xiaozhu, you can see clearly, here, there is no wind." After speaking, he gently hugged her into his arms and comforted, "There is no wind anymore." ”

I've heard her mention that she is afraid of the wind before, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

After calming down a little, Jiumu blinked his eyes a few times in confusion, only to see clearly that this place was the Lan Room, the room he was familiar with, and the mist slowly faded in his clear eyes, and his eyes turned slightly to prompt two thin streams, flowing down his cheeks.

I can't imagine that I can still live.