The night is as cool as water.

A young man in a white robe with a leisurely face led a trembling girl in a strong suit to walk the night road.

"A woman can't be afraid of the dark. Mo Haoqiong said slowly.

Zhao Qingqiu didn't answer him, and his hands were getting more and more dead. But how could a woman be afraid of the dark?

The moon is actually quite clear.

After going around seven times and eight times, stepping on how much snow I have stepped on, one and a half mountainsides, and a small bamboo house on it.

"You usually live here?" Zhao Qingqiu looked at the bamboo house in front of him in the moonlight, his face full of doubts.

"Otherwise, my bamboo house is the most exquisite in the whole Sword Valley. There is a hall and a back room, and the tables, chairs, mats, firewood, rice, oil and salt are all available, which is not enough. Mo Haoqiong admired Zhao Qingqiu's insatiable greed. "Such an elegant bamboo house, the master gave it to you. The master sent you, and the master himself will build another one. ”

Zhao Qingqiu's face was expressionless, "Then I have to thank you a lot." ”

"Uh-huh, yes, yes. Many disciples of Sword Valley are bedded by heaven and earth, drinking dew and eating Xiaxia, how can you be so blessed. Mo Haoqiong waved his hand helplessly, and heard the huge resentment in Zhao Qingqiu's words, "Aren't you a heroine? ”

"Any inn in any village is better than this bamboo house of yours!"

"Hmm......" Zhao Qingqiu's words were the truth after all, Mo Haoqiong rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "But now this is your bamboo house, not mine." ”

"Since it's already my bamboo house, don't go into this bamboo house again. Zhao Qingqiu walked like the wind, quickly slipped into the bamboo house, and took the unlocked bamboo door that was used to prevent snow foxes.

There was a stumbling in the bamboo house, and Mo Haoqiong couldn't be more familiar with it, it was the sound of his quilt rubbing against the bamboo mat. This apprentice is too womanly, right, did he sleep under the quilt without saying a word?

That was naturally not what Mo Haoqiong thought. Zhao Qingqiu didn't cover the quilt, and the quilt was kicked off the bamboo bed by her. This clay pot smells, that table and chair touches. The word "woman" was not blown in vain, but the master outside who had almost no experience didn't know.

And the bitter master outside is resting on a plum tree. I haven't slept outside in almost three years. It doesn't seem right, I slept in a cave halfway up the mountain last night.

Thinking of this, Mo Haoqiong jumped off the plum tree, held his head behind his hands, and slowly walked halfway up the mountain. In other words, the three-day assessment in Sword Valley will actually not end until tonight, and you still need to stay there again. I still have a quilt there, and I can continue to stay there for one night tonight.

The moonlight is intriguing.

A plum blossom fell on his head.

Mo Haoqiong's figure was covered by the wind and snow.

At this time, a small head poked out of the bamboo house.

"Mo Haoqiong, your pig's nest has been cleaned up, and half of the bed has been left for you, you ......"

There was silence all around, only the endless sound of wind and snow.

No one answered her.

She froze silently.

After half a ring, a hint of an embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she turned around with difficulty, and returned to the bamboo hut in small steps.

Returning to the small cave, lighting the oil lamp, and wrapping his body tightly with a quilt, Mo Haoqiong finally felt a little warm.

The cold wind howled. Originally, I wanted to go out to look at the moon, but tonight was extraordinarily cold. Let's sleep.

But the spirit is exceptionally good. I must have slept too much during the day. Not a drop of wine was left in the clay pot. His eyes stared at the oil lamp, and his face was innocently lit.

Strange things happen every day, especially today.

Eighteen years have passed, and today Yizong has a second disciple.

The disciple did not have the slightest respect for the master.

The bamboo house is gone.

Thinking of the third thing, Mo Haoqiong silently shed two lines of tears in his heart.

This is what he decided to give to her, what a self-inflicted sin.

Mo Haoqiong turned over and let the unwarm oil lamp roast his back.

Hiss...... This oil lamp is not working, and the bamboo house that is very warm is gone, so I have to find time to make a fire.

However, he accepted a sixteen-year-old Tianmen monk who cultivated in the Three Realms. Thinking of this, Mo Haoqiong shook his legs excitedly. Glorious lintel, Yizong is not only a scholar who has no cultivation, but also an apprentice who is arrogant.

She is clearly only two years younger than him, and she can pinch him to death with one hand, and the experience of the rivers and lakes seems to be very rich on the surface, but even so, she can be her master and stimulating.

Mo Haoqiong looked up at the cave, this place actually felt quite comfortable, and there was no need for a bamboo house...... After a little tidying up, it's just his new home.

I don't know how late it is. Twist the lamp grass and press it in the snow. Sleep well, I'll have to wake up early tomorrow. Cover your head with a quilt and make fun of your hair. No matter how tight the fog is, the cold wind can always sneak in. I can't suffocate.

Hurry up and sleep, you have to practice chess with Zhou Gong.

On the other side, a certain person in the bamboo hut has no sleep.

It's not that she doesn't want to sleep, but the body fragrance of a certain teacher on the bed is too heavy, so she can't sleep peacefully. Even if she pinched the sachet she was carrying on her nose, she couldn't erase the thick scent. The more you sleep, the more awake you are, and the more you lie down, the redder your face becomes.

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

It was the first time in her life that she had been lying in that kind of breath...... Thick bed.

However, leaving a certain division out made her feel a little uneasy. A certain division's body is very weak, don't freeze to death outside, let her get the big pot of the killer as soon as she enters the door. It's none of her business, it's obvious that he didn't come in to sleep because of a certain teacher, but she didn't chase him.

A hint of cold wind penetrated through the cracks in the bamboo wall, gently caressing her delicate body. One of the disciples couldn't help but sneeze hard.

She is still wearing the same strong suit in the daytime, and her movements during the day are simple, but it is really cold to sleep in clothes with her shoulders and legs stretched. The quilt had already been kicked under the bed by her, and the taste of that thing was the most important thing, if it was in the inn, it would definitely hammer Xiao Er and replace it with another one.

I don't know when, the crack may be pressed by the wind even more, and the cold wind rushes in to give her greater care.

A quarter of an hour later, a certain disciple wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and covered his head by the way. The whole one is blindfolded. No matter how tight the fog is, the cold wind can always sneak in. I can't suffocate.

A plum blossom slipped into her quilt in the cold wind.

This damn smell is so heavy. The fragrance of plum blossoms is so clear.

His face was flushed and he fell asleep.