He stood up lightly, and walked out of the Hall of the Ten Kings against the strong wind, intending to go and find some dry wood to raise the bonfire a little higher. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ji Qinglian opened her eyes a little strangely, watching Bao Wenzheng disappear from the night, guessing that it might be "people have three urgency", and she didn't care, and closed the wind again to get colder and colder, and the Ten Kings Hall in this barren place was even colder, and the roaring angry wind shook the tiles on the top of the hall, and fell on the ground "crackling" sound, Ji Qinglian calmly closed her eyes, crossed her knees and meditated on the ground, the slightly dim bonfire reflected the beautiful cheeks, and was slightly indifferent in the softness.

Bao Wenzheng opened his eyes, although it was cold and hot, but in such a cold and frugal environment, although he didn't care about it, he couldn't ignore Ji Qinglian's feelings, the weakness of the woman who had disappeared was the perfect time to wake up.

on both eyes.

Following her mentor Master Gu Pan to practice for many years, Ji Qinglian has long been accustomed to the cold years of cultivation, and she is accustomed to the broken bricks of the Ten Kings Palace, so she doesn't care about it.

Outside the Ten Kings Palace, there is a deep forest, and there is no lack of decayed old trees, Bao Wenzheng waved his sleeves, and a true qi split out from his palm, breaking the old tree that was already dead, and then dragging the half-pulled tree fork to reverse the Ten Kings Palace.

The small raindrops swept with the cold wind, and the face felt even cooler, although it was because of the success of "Ming Yugong" that the cold and heat did not invade, but the rain fell on the body, after all, it would be contaminated with dust, and it was not easy to freshen up, so Bao Wen walked a few steps quickly, dragged the fork of the tree and rubbed against the ground, and came to the door of the Ten Kings Palace.

Ji Qinglian had already heard the sound, and she got up to greet her in astonishment, and asked in surprise, "Why did you drag this fork back late at night?"

"Looking at the sky, it seems that it is going to snow, you thin clothes......" Bao Wenzheng said calmly, dragged the fork into the hall by himself, stretched out his hand to break a few branches, put them on the bonfire, and said: "You don't need much to eat at night, if you are hungry, I will catch a hare?"

The bonfire reflected Bao Wen's weak figure, the smile on his cheeks like a crown of jade, vaguely as warm as the rising sun, Ji Qinglian had not heard the cold and ask for warmth for many months since the death of her mother, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and she said softly: "I have been cultivating for a long time, and it is the norm to not eat in the tenth month......

After Ji Qinglian gave birth to Lin'er in order to repay her kindness, there was a trace of crack in her Dao heart, and at this moment there was a ripple in her heart, and she subconsciously noticed that something was wrong, and then she restrained her smile, still as indifferent as before, and said: "You take care of your own family is ......"

The tone was as light and pleasant as ever, but the charm of rejecting people thousands of miles away was unmistakable, Ji Qinglian meditated cross-legged from a little distance from the bonfire, closed her eyes, and no longer paid attention to how Bao Wenzheng and the Ten Kings were in the palace.

Bao Wenzheng quietly broke the branches of the tree and put them on the bonfire, naturally he would not go out to catch game without being bored, so he continued to meditate cross-legged in front of the bonfire, and the cold wind swept in the palace of the ten kings, blowing the vigorous bonfire "whirring", and occasionally there were still loose tiles falling off and falling on the ground "crackling".

The drizzle blew into the hall with a violent wind, and the raindrops gradually became the size of soybeans, splashing on the roof, dripping down along the eaves, and also flowing down from the broken roof.

The cold wind shook the clothes and "swayed", and the scattered hair on his cheeks also swayed, Bao Wenzheng looked at the dark night a little sluggishly, the wind and rain were uninvited, and couldn't help but evoke the memories in his heart, and the years in the Baihua Cave Mansion of Yunwu Mountain.

The smile of the palace lord of the Mercy Star Palace is so tender like water, the affection of the cold and the warmth, and the clear stream like the veil washing, indescribable elegance and virtuousness, performing light skills and jumping on the mottled old tree that covers the sky and the sun, just to dry the clothes, the ten thousand styles between the look back and the smile, seem to be within reach, and seem to be out of reach.

Bao Wenzheng slowly raised his head, the chill in his eyes flashed, listening to Ji Qinglian's endless breathing behind him, although he felt guilty in his heart In order to get involved in this cultivation world as soon as possible, it was bound to arouse this Ji Qinglian's emotions and hurt the pond fish, but he couldn't take care of it much.

It's too late, and it's no longer appropriate to break the silence.

Bao Wenzheng put the remnants of the wine jar slightly close to the bonfire, keeping the wine from biting, and sat on the ground quietly, seemingly running the true qi cultivation, but in fact, he was secretly thinking about how to get along with Ji Qinglian tomorrow.

Ji Qinglian clearly subconsciously showed a smile, proving that her heart was not pure-hearted, and she was not contaminated with the feelings between men and women, but it was fleeting, which showed that she had other concerns, so she was forced to suppress herself.

Nothing was said all night.

About five o'clock the next day, Bao Wenzheng opened his eyes and saw a piece of silver between heaven and earth, the white snow was three fingers thick, even the wood carving statue of the Ten Kings Hall also had a thin layer of snow, and the bonfire had been extinguished, the wind did not diminish at all, still shaking the weeds that were more than a foot high, blowing the light snowflakes into the distance.

Stepping out of the threshold of the Ten Kings Palace, I felt that the stuffiness in my heart was swept away, and I used light skills to sweep the ground but there were no footprints left, it was clear that under the blessing of "Ming Yugong", the light skills have reached the supreme realm of "stepping on the snow without a trace", almost walking with the wind in the air, and then looking for the direction where the slight sound of the slight sound was made, it was the two hares that were foraging for food on the snow, and a pair of sensitive long ears listened to the sound vigilantly.

Bending his fingers and flicking, two finger winds will kill the two hares, the big sleeve will take the two hares into the palm of the hand, the body and the air hovering and then drifting away from the hall, the subtlety of the body has reached the peak of the realm.

Ji Qinglian had already heard Bao Wenzheng's actions, and at this moment, the hare penetrated by a wooden stick was roasting on the rekindled bonfire, and a slight sound came from time to time, and she could only restrain her exercises and open her eyes.

"Wake up, go freshen up, and you'll have something to eat later." Bao Wenzheng said naturally, holding a wooden stick in each hand, and roasting a hare beside the bonfire, as if gossiping.

Ji Qinglian felt a little strange about Bao Wenzheng's familiarity with nature, but when she walked together, she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she got up and walked towards the stream behind the Ten Kings, but she began to think about whether Bao Wenzheng was intentional or unintentional.

(Women are born Sherlock Holmes, and they are always sensitive to the ripples of emotion, so under the premise of being presumptuous and abrupt, what they have to do is to pretend to be natural, just like the rising sun, and unconsciously let the other party take it for granted, in order to take this most critical step.) ）

The white snowflakes cover all the darkness in the world, and also make people's mood better, in this quiet and barren place, it seems that the county order that killed Yunyan Town, the upcoming officers and soldiers are arrested, and it has become a little distant, and the raging bonfire reflects the wooden statue of the Ten Kings Palace, melting the originally thin snowflakes and turning them into droplets of water and dripping down lightly.

The dry branch was contaminated by the snow water, so there was also black smoke rising when it was burned, Ji Qinglian turned back to the Ten Kings Palace, and saw a few black finger prints on Bao Wenzheng's cheeks, which were obviously inadvertently left when wiping, so he stepped forward and took the wooden stick.

"Go freshen up. Ji Qinglian showed a coquettish smile and said: "With the pride of Yunyan Town yesterday, I want to cleanse the filth of this world with a sword......

Bao Wenzheng looked at Ji Qinglian blankly, and then subconsciously reached out and wiped his cheeks, and then saw the uncleanness on his palm, smiled awkwardly, and got up and walked towards the stream behind the Ten Kings.

Ji Qinglian was originally a little uneasy about Bao Wenzheng's cold greetings, but at this moment, all of them dissipated, as the so-called "fair lady and gentleman are good", if she really thinks about it, how can she not pay attention to her own appearance, how can she be like that unkempt child.

Bao Wenzheng hurriedly left the Ten Kings Palace, his face was still embarrassed, and he came to the stream, without looking at the clear reflection, he had already washed away all the black fingerprints on his cheeks.

"The peach is not fragrant, the apricot is not red, and the cold is the first to laugh at the east wind. The soul flies to Yuling Spring, and the dream of Luofu is not passed.

"The green calyx adds makeup and melts the torch, and the fairy helps the drunk across the remnant rainbow. It seems that it is an ordinary color, and the shade is made by him in the ice and snow. ”

Faintly there is a voice coming with the east wind, Ji Qinglian listened attentively, and couldn't help but feel admiration in her heart, although she practiced with her teacher since she was a child, but she was also familiar with this subset of scriptures and history, although it was not to be spoken, but the subtlety of this poem was also understandable.

This poem is the Qing Dynasty Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" in the "Song of Red Plum Blossoms to Get the "Red" Character, since childhood a dusty and elegant atmosphere, Bao Wenzheng is more graceful after grooming, strolling and snow on the ground but not leaving the slightest footprint, standing in front of the door of the Ten Kings Palace, looking at the vast and delicate silver wrapped in silver, the elegant scholarly atmosphere has also returned to the past, the cold wind blows the clothes fluttering like immortals.

Although Ji Qinglian is a cultivator, she is also a daughter, not long after giving birth to Lin'er, when there were some cracks in the heart of the Dao, but she saw Bao Wenzheng's long body and standing scholarly atmosphere, the poem "Yonghong Plum Blossom Gets the "Red" Word" echoed in the ears, and the weak body that stood in the crystal white snow rippled in his heart for a while.

Chivalrous and courageous, both civil and military, handsome and chic, graceful, all the beauty in this world seems to be encapsulated in one person.

"Miss Qinglian, presumably the official will not come today, why don't you visit the back mountain later?" Bao Wenzheng was a little unsatisfied, turned around and smiled indifferently: "There are a few plum blossoms in full bloom, and it is an elegant thing to step on the snow to find plums.....

Ji Qinglian smiled and said: "It's just that Qinglian is coarse and ink, I'm afraid I can't go against Gongzi's poetry." ”

Bao Wenzheng and this Ji Qinglian are just new acquaintances, and they don't know how true this statement is, but they really don't want to plagiarize other people's poems, so they said with a smile: "Poetry and singing are just a pastime, but the text coincides with the first snow, and on a whim, it makes the girl laugh." ”

After eating in the morning, Bao Wenzheng and Ji Qinglian walked out of the Ten Kings Hall side by side, looking for the plum blossoms in the back mountain, only to see that the world was covered in silver, the cold wind blew the clothes and flew away, Bao Wenzheng was weak, handsome and chic, and graceful, although Ji Qinglian was coarse cloth clothes, the corners of the clothes had been worn, but the plump body was haunted by the strange charm of the little woman, and the white cheeks and coldness were slightly happy, and the snow had not left footprints.

A pair of beautiful people drifted away from the hillside.