After the New Year, time on Zhizi Mountain seems to have stopped. Of course, it doesn't really stop - the weather is gradually warming up, and some of the bare old trees on the mountainside are sprouting tender green shoots, and occasionally the smell of flowers is in the air. Out of the mountain, the traces of all kinds of beasts increased, and the cries of birds gradually became denser. These are changing. What stopped was just Yu Youwei's heart.

Time is so fast, it's already April in a flash. Every day is repeated, but people will never get tired of it.

The two held hands and slowly walked on the trail in the mountain forest. The morning light shines through the gaps in the trees, speckled and sprinkled on the ground, making Yu Youwei feel a little warm. Of course, the warmer is the wide and gentle hand.

The trail was opened in the middle of last year and is covered with a layer of leaves. The new leaves that fall this winter are naturally at the top layer, and they have not had time to rot, becoming natural paving materials. Beneath the leaves, there should be fertile black soil. In March, Yu Youwei planted cucumbers in a small vegetable garden on the top of the hill, and they grew very well.

Yu Youwei's face was ruddy, and she no longer had the weak appearance she had when she first came to Zhizi Mountain. Feng Qingtong has not changed much, he still has a little baby fat, and he always looks a little immature and unreliable. But these days, Yu Youwei feels that she can't be served any better, and she seems to be a little blessed after not gaining weight for so many years.

"The pheasant that Simon caught flew out again this morning. As soon as Feng Qingtong opened his mouth, he broke the aesthetic conception of the two of them walking in the morning, and the face of the Great Sword Immortal was full of chagrin.

Yu Youwei laughed along - the only one who is not afraid of this mountain king in this mountain is the pheasant. The pheasant was also not afraid of the cold, and came out early, just caught by Ximen Yin, who was wandering in the mountains. Ximen Yin wanted to catch the pheasant and go up the mountain, and after killing it, he drank and ate, but who knew that Feng Qingtong took a fancy to the pheasant with a flute head at a glance and wanted to leave it in the yard to raise.

Ximen Yin naturally didn't care, and Yu Youwei also felt that it was more angry to raise something on the mountain, so she should go down. Who knew that the pheasant named "Brother Xing" by Feng Qingtong was really not something Feng Qingtong could suppress, and he tried to escape from the yard in three days. Although the "Brother Xing" couldn't escape from this mountain, every time he was caught, he had to pluck out a few hairs by Feng Qingtong, but "Brother Xing" didn't seem to be afraid, and when he had the opportunity to fly out, he was still that virtuous.

Plucking is not very effective now, at the beginning of grabbing the plucked two hairs, "Brother Xing" will scream so that the whole forest can hear it. Now, it's not painful or itchy, it's used to it, and even when he is plucked, he will turn his head and stare at Feng Qingtong curiously.

No matter how high the swordsmanship is, there is no way to take this foolishness. It is said that all things have spirits, and when they first entered this piece of Xiuyun Mountain Range, Feng Qingtong and Ximen Yin naturally let out a little breath on their bodies, and they were all beasts dormant and silent. The three of them live at the foot of Zhizi Mountain, and all kinds of fierce beasts will consciously avoid even the boundaries around Zhizi Mountain.

But this pheasant didn't care about Feng Qingtong's breath, and when he was caught the next day, he was again with that curious gaze of "who are you".

Feng Qingtong often sighs that he is really a talent who chooses a name, this "Brother Xing" is really the same as someone, he is a fool who is not afraid of anything.

"I shouldn't have walked far, maybe I'll be back in the evening. Yu Youwei's voice was soft and glutinous, still holding back a smile.

"It's thinking about that bit of food...... Feng Qingtong looked depressed, he was really sad about this trivial matter.

The two stopped and talked about a lot of small things, but both of them enjoyed it.

Seeing the small wooden house of Ximenyin at the foot of the mountain, the morning walk between the two reached the end.

Yu Youwei stretched her waist and felt very comfortable.

"We're here!"

Her eyes became bright, and she grabbed Feng Qingtong's hand again: "Let's go, go back to the mountain!"

Feng Qingtong knew what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "Please me." ”

Yu Youwei immediately obediently obeyed, pitifully shaking Feng Qingtong's big sleeves, like a child begging for sugar gourds from adults:

"Please, please, my Great Sword Immortal!"

Feng Qingtong gently hugged the soft and boneless Yu Youwei, and smiled: "Let's go!"

The two of them rose from the foot of the mountain and swept quickly to the top of the mountain above the treetops. The wind in the mountains blew the hair of the two of them, and the evergreen trees under their feet fell back like green waves, as if they were stepping on a green ocean. This is one of the happiest moments in Yu Youwei's day's life!

The other happiest moments are all the time spent with Feng Qingtong.

Soon, the two of them landed in the familiar courtyard.

Unlike usual, this time, Yu Youwei buried her head in front of Feng Qingtong's chest and didn't raise her head for a long time.

Feng Qingtong gently patted Yu Youwei's back, a little worried:

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?"

"Qingtong," Yu Youwei's voice was muffled, still as soft and glutinous as usual, but it made Feng Qingtong's heartbeat slammed:

"I want to go. ”

"Aren't you having a good time here? I thought you liked ......."

In her arms, Yu Youwei shook her head again and again:

"No, it's not ......" She choked up a little, thought of the reason for a long time, strengthened her determination for a long time, and obviously rehearsed those words countless times in her heart, but at this moment in Feng Qingtong's arms, she just couldn't say it.

She raised her head and changed to a negotiative tone:

"Qingtong, can you let me go for a walk by myself, you protect me too well, I want to chase something by myself. ”

Feng Qingtong's heart relaxed, and he picked up Yu Youwei's face - it seems that she is indeed a little fat, a little more baby fat, but this is more husband and wife!

"Why do you suddenly remember this? What are you going to chase? I'll be with you. ”

Yu Youwei bit her lip, and finally, she settled down and said tentatively:

"Qingtong, if I tell you that I don't love you anymore, will you be very sad?"

Feng Qingtong shook his head calmly: "No." ”

Yu Youwei already knew the answer, and was a little deflated, turning around and walking towards the stone table. Without saying a word, he went to the stone table, and after sitting down, he sighed and poured himself a cup of tea.

Feng Qingtong followed to the stone table, supported her cheek with one hand, and stared at Yu Youwei's face. My wife's face is so good-looking, I can't get enough of it.

"Why don't you ask why?"

Yu Youwei took a sip of tea, put the cup, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Feng Qingtong, and said casually:

"Why?"

Feng Qingtong said with a smile:

"You guessed everything, because I won't believe you don't love me!"

Holding the teacup and taking a sip, Feng Qingtong winked at Yu Youwei: "How is it, what is the standard of my answer?"

Yu Youwei couldn't cry or laugh - obviously she really wanted to say this with a very serious attitude, and only in this way could he really believe it. But I just can't be serious in front of him, or rather, I can't really hurt him.

But he's hurting himself!

Yu Youwei took out the dusty golden blade, which was full of cracks and gloomy, as if it was going to turn into dust in the next moment.

"This little sword ......"

Feng Qingtong's complexion changed slightly:

"You, how did you get it back......"

"You had been carrying it with you, but then I found out it was gone...... You threw it?"

Feng Qingtong nodded with some difficulty, he didn't want to lie to Yu Youwei. This mountain, the only one who can help her chase this thing back from the bottom of the cliff is Simon hidden. Ximen Yin happened to go out to buy some things today, otherwise Feng Qingtong would definitely arrest this troublesome guy and pluck two hairs for him like Brother Xing.

Yu Youwei put the golden rune sword on the stone table, rubbed it gently, and her eyes became more and more gloomy:

"This, has something to do with your path to becoming an immortal, right?"

The matter of Chengxian Road, Feng Qingtong told Yu Youwei as early as in Jiuqu County. Yu Youwei is also the one who believes in this kind of fantastical thing the most, because she believes that Feng Qingtong will not lie to her, and she also believes that Feng Qingtong's expression at that time was not a joke.

Feng Qingtong nodded, and the atmosphere between the two was a little cold.

"You're going to give up everything and die with me?"

Feng Qingtong raised his head suddenly, and his fists clenched slightly unnaturally:

"No, no, no...... It's just that over the years, I want to put down everything and accompany you well, I won't look for a short-term ......"

Yu Youwei's expression was calm, but her eyes were distressed:

"Qingtong, I'm not stupid, every morning when I get up, there will be a warm current in my body to protect my body, slowly decaying from morning to night, and then the next morning. ”

"I asked Senior Simon what it feels like for a cultivator to have spiritual power after cultivating...... I am a person who has no chance to have spiritual power, but I always have spiritual power in my body to protect my body......"

Yu Youwei gently held Feng Qingtong's hand:

"Don't do that again...... I'm gone, you've got a better future......"

Feng Qingtong clasped her hands together and held Yu Youwei's warm hand, smiling kindly, her eyes firm:

"Without your future, it doesn't mean much to me......"

"I knew ......" Yu Youwei withdrew her hand, stood up, and turned her back to Feng Qingtong:

"So I had to go, leave you, and not see you. ”

Feng Qingtong does not regress at all:

"No way, I don't allow it. ”

Yu Youwei bit her lip and finally said the affectionate words:

"Feng Qingtong, do you want to use your love to decide my decision and control my life?"

"So, I'm still like I'm in Jiuqu County, and I don't have freedom, right?"

Feng Qingtong stood up:

"You know no. ”

"But you didn't respect my decision. ”

Leaving the last sentence, Yu Youwei walked straight to the house. She had completely lost her sense of proportion, she didn't dare to look at the expression of the young man in white behind her, let alone what would happen later.

But she had to do something.

She had no way of knowing Feng Qingtong's physical condition, but she knew that such a long time had passed, and if it continued like this, the damage caused to Feng Qingtong might really be irreparable.

In the house, Yu Youwei's heart was in turmoil.

At the stone table, Feng Qingtong's spiritual power surged.