After taking the Pope to visit Xiaoshuang Mountain, Chen Yi left here.

Shushan arranged a residence for the guests of the Daozong. The Taoists of the Ma robe followed the Pope. These fanatical believers seemed quiet and self-disciplined under the Taoist robe. When they left, they did not take away a dead leaf or a trace of sound.

Ning Yi stood on Xiaoshuang Mountain and watched the pope's departure. He held Xixue and the umbrella sword with only the skeleton left, looking a little bleak in the boy's arms.

The wind and rain were sobbing, and someone opened the umbrella with a "pan" sound. The ticking fine raindrops were instantly bounced away, scattered on the ground, and the water droplets attached to the umbrella surface blew around the outer edge of the black umbrella and turned into a rain curtain surrounded by all sides.

Pei Fan looked at the mountain road under Xiaoshuang Mountain.

At this moment, the ink color entangled, the white robe symbolizing the brightness of the Taoist sect was slowly walking, surrounded by a thin figure. The young man who had gone far away, at a young age, reached the most powerful position in the world, and did not seem to be as pretentious as a high-ranking person... While rushing, he held the hem of the white robe with one hand and reached the other hand in front of him to block the rain. The wind and rain became heavier. Even if someone held an umbrella, Chen Yi's figure still looked a little embarrassed.

She whispered: "Master Pope, a good man."

Ning Yi nodded softly.

His expression was not much relaxed, but instead said seriously: "Chen Yi seemed to have noticed the 'bone flute'."

Pei Fan thought about it and found that he realized this, which was even later than Chen Yi. If Ning Yi hadn't said it, he wouldn't have noticed it.

She could only blame all this on the Pope's carefulness and prudence, so she said helplessly: "Maybe it has gone through too many hardships, so the Pope must be keen?"

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and stood under the girl's umbrella. He hugged Xixue for a while. He felt that the girl was right.

It is said that people know faces but not hearts, but Chen Yi is indeed an exception. His prudence does not make Ning Yi feel anything wrong... If he is not cautious, Ning Yi will feel disappointed.

Ning Yi thought about it and thought that his bone flute was gone, and the Pope could discover it... Perhaps it was because the song he played on Xiaoshuang Mountain was really nice?

So Ning Yi asked expectantly: "Girl, how good is my flute playing?"

Pei Fan looked embarrassed and answered honestly: "It's normal... I can't listen to it."

Ning Yi was a little angry. What is this answer? I can't listen to it?

He was so angry that he waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

Pei Fan pursed his lips, took Chen Yi's doubts, and said curiously: "So...whether of your bone flute?"

"It's lost!" Ning Yi waved his hand and said angrily: "Anyway, you don't like to listen, so I'm leaving it in the back mountain."

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The autumn killing in Xiaoshuang Mountain is very strong, and the heavy rain brings a clear artistic conception. After the visitor from the Holy Mountain left, Xu Zang's coffin tomb returned to seal again. The heavy rain washed away the miscellaneous aura in the forests of Shushan Mountain, without any intention of stopping.

Instead, it became more and more intense.

With the "flying rain in the sky" of 200 kilograms, Ning Yi ran back to Xiaoshuang Tower. The girl's "Sword Cang" starlight lit the oil lamp in the house, and a few pearls dotted on the four corners, looking like the bright light in the hall.

He picked up a bronze mirror hanging in the middle hall and confirmed that his appearance was indeed very embarrassing... Ning Yi could guarantee that when Xiao Shuangshan left, he was wearing a black robe as stern as autumn rain. Unfortunately, he fell to the back mountain incorrectly, his clothes were broken, his hair was messy, and there were a few scratched blood marks on his face. His knees and arms were all bruised and swollen and red and purple... He looked like a beggar.

He was a little unimaginable whether those visitors from the Holy Mountain who were blackmailed by him were more angry or more sympathetic when looking at him.

Ning Yi brought in a wooden barrel, burned a bucket of hot water, took off his worn-out robe, threw it into a bamboo basket, jumped into the wooden barrel, trembling comfortably, goose bumps and hair stood up, and the heat from the outside to the inside invaded his lungs, making him breathe a long sigh of relief... I haven't had such an experience for a long time, and the string on the thread of life and death relaxed.

The last time I did this, it was in Anle City. After Ning Yi killed the horse thief and returned to the yard, Xu Zang would sneer and mock him, attack him, and then point out the mistakes he made one by one. The girl would burn him hot water and occasionally argue with Xu Zang.

Now... there is no Xu Zang anymore.

Pei Fan took his umbrella and entered the room, frowned. The first thing he did was to hold the bamboo basket and trot all the torn clothes of Ning Yi to the outside of Xiaoshuang Tower.

After she came back, she squatted down and hung her brand new clothes on the wooden pole. The wooden pole was hanging not far from the wooden barrel, and a circle of white curtains hung down.

There is a difference between men and women. When the girl grew up, Ning Yi divided two beds, missing a porcelain doll that could warm the bed and chat with. He was actually a little uncomfortable. The girl didn't know these things and was confused, but Ning Yi had read some messy books in Qingbai City in Xiling... She was clearer than Pei Fu.

He was afraid that he would sleep in another bed. Lord Pei Min knew that one day he would appear and kill himself with a sword.

Steaming hot.

Ning Yi had some injuries on his shoulders and back. When he fell into the back mountain and was holding the girl, he was gnawed by the shadow a few times. During the biting process, some injuries were left. He closed his eyes and meditated. The "fine snow" leaning against the distance trembled gently, and traces of white mist swirled around Ning Yi's head.

The injury is scabbed and falls off.

Ning Yi was completely unaware of it.

He felt a little tired...drowsy.

When he thought of the "fight" with that shadow in the mountain stream and the fact that he awakened the bone flute, his heart felt like a big rock fell.

No one can tell these two things, even if you are as close as a girl, you must keep your mouth shut.

I vaguely felt that the water was about to cool down, and it was still rolling warmly. Ning Yi opened his eyes hard and saw a circle of "Sword Cang" starlight that was faintly visible, covering the wooden barrel, slowly maintaining the temperature.

It's so good...

Ning Yi murmured the word "girl". After being tired, his consciousness slowly blurred.

Then someone lifted the white curtain around the wooden barrel, looked at the tired and sleepy young man's face, and couldn't help laughing, carefully wiping his upper body exposed outside the water for him.

Ning Yi's body was full of blood. After practicing the "Star Giant" by Master Qianshou, his muscles were breathing all the time. The back mountain fought with the shadow, leaving a few scars. At this moment, it was barely faded. The bronze skin seemed to have been made of some white marks, which did not affect the appearance. It felt strong and strong to the touch, and it looked very beautiful.

Pei Fan wiped away the sweat soaked in Ning Yi's forehead, blushed, wrapped a big white towel for him casually, and then struggled to resist him, shaking, and walking towards the bed.

The girl can use the "sword to hide" the starlight and raise the temperature of the water in the wooden barrel for a whole day... But it is not good to soak it for a long time. Although this theory is not valid for practitioners, Pei Fan still tells himself in his heart, the spine, cervical vertebrae, and waist... Practitioners are also human beings, and they can't just let Ning Yi soak in the barrel without caring about it.

When Ning Yi was in the courtyard of Anle City, he was very tired. Sometimes he fell asleep in a wooden barrel. Xu Zang was the one who dealt with this scene. Most of the time, the cold and ruthless old man would slap Ning Yi on the top of his head, wake up the groggy young man, and suck the drool hanging from his mouth.

But in a very rare occasion, the old man who killed the embryo would carry Ning Yi warmly, wrap him in a layer of fig leaf, and rush back to the house from the yard, like a dead fish to throw it back to the bed.

So when Ning Yi was carried by the girl, she didn't think anything was wrong at that time... He seemed to be back to Anle City, but the person carrying him seemed a little small, and his toes were all touching the ground. Well, let's take a closer look... It seems not that small.

Then it was thrown onto the bed with a clang.

The strength is several times heavier than Xu Zang.

The girl's face was flushed, and her hands were taken back like an electric shock, protecting her chest, and she spat out of breath, thinking that she would have let the guy die in the bucket if she had known.

Ning Yi was lying not far away, with a half of the white cloth on his body falling off, his head lit up, and his body lying on his back... and he fell asleep in a night of drowsy sleep.

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That night, Ning Yi had a dream.

He dreamed of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the galaxy was shining. He sat on the back of the boy, hugging the girl in his arms, and the sky, earth and clouds were all under him.

The girl did not go to see the galaxies and clouds in the sky, but just buried her head in her chest and gently called her own name.

"Ning Yi."

The sound sounds soft and sad.

With a hint of crying.

I said a lot later, but Ning Yi couldn't hear it.

Ning Yi's ears were only whistling the wind. He could not hear the call or feel the girl's emotions. He just gently stroked the girl and smelled the fragrance of her long hair.

In a daze, I lowered my head to look.

There is no light in the world.

There was a vast white area underneath.

It snows heavily in the world.
Chapter completed!