On this day, Ning Fan left Qimei City, and behind him, two steps away, followed a girl in fox fur, Little Zhihe.
Ning Fan decided to take Zhihe out of the city to relax, so as to ease the mood of retreating in March. He is a cold-hearted person, so even if he cultivates demons and kills people, he can quickly integrate into the world of self-cultivation and become a monk.
But Zhihe is different. This little girl always seems to be out of tune with the cultivation world. Her heart is too kind, and she is not suitable for Taoism.
Qimei is located in the northern region of Yue Kingdom. It is actually an ice city.
It is said to be outing, but there is no grass, only an endless snow field. Zhihe originally wanted to fly a kite here, but in this freezing weather, where is the mood to fly a kite...
"Brother Fan, why don't we go back..." Zhi He's little hands were red from the cold, and she had been in Qimei for a long time. She really wanted to come out and get some air, but she was afraid that Ning Fan would catch a cold.
She looked at Ning Fan with big eyes, her eyes were a little worried, Brother Fan is so thin and weak, don't get cold... Hey, she is already Brother Fan's wife, and she has to take care of her husband.
"Is your hand cold? I'll cover it for you." Ning Fan looked pity, and gently grabbed Zhi He's little hand.
"Brother Fan... In the daytime, don't touch your feet..." Little Zhihe dodged and dodged, but he couldn't pull his hand back.
"Who did something to you, you think too much of a silly girl... Besides, you are my wife, even if I really do something, do you still want to resist?"
Ning Fan smiled slightly, only when facing Zhi He could he regain the ease of being a mortal. He likes the feeling of staying with Zhihe, simple and ordinary. People must live under the sun, so that they can wash away the devil's heart and not go into the devil. This sentence was taught by the old devil before.
Zhihe's little hands were smooth and cold, which made Ning Fan's murderous aura converge in his heart and gradually became peaceful. The indispensable elements of a demon cultivator are women and wine. This sentence is also from the old demon sect.
"But I haven't promised to marry you...not your wife, eh?" Little Zhihe mumbled stupidly, a weak protest, but in fact he had already accepted this identity in his heart.
Her words only made Ning Fan laugh.
Everyone is mine, don't you understand
Ten miles to the north of Qimei City, there is a canyon that is icy and snowy and rarely visited. Ning Fan held up a paper umbrella to block the wind and snow for Zhihe, but the two walked in the snow until they walked under an ice wall.
The boy grabbed the girl's hand, and under the shadow of the ice wall, he trotted and flew a kite.
"Look, Brother Fan, it's flying, the kite is flying..." Zhi He was as happy as a mortal girl.
This was the first time she smiled at relief after meeting Ning Fan.
The simple smile made Ning Fan's heart aches. Ning Fan searched Wu Dongnan's memory and saw Zhihe's life in his memory.
No childhood, no smiles, after being caught in the Huanhe Sect, a gloomy life...
"Brother Fan, you are so kind to Zhihe. Zhihe is willing to live forever...for you...as a cauldron for you..." Zhihe was flying a high-flying kite, happy and authentic.
"Silly girl, you are not Dingluo, you are my wife..."
"But I haven't decided to marry you yet..."
"What a silly girl..."
"Do you know..." Zhi He's voice suddenly became low, and some girls were sad, "Before I met Brother Fan, I never dared to hope to live until tomorrow... In Huanhe Sect, I was bullied by others, but I was not allowed to cry. She said. , if I shed half a tear, it would kill me... Don't look at me being stupid, I also have a wish in my heart... I long for my life to be kept well, properly placed, and carefully preserved, so as not to shock me, to avoid me suffering, to avoid me four I'm a wanderer, so I don't have a branch to rely on, but I don't know when that person will appear... I'm satisfied to be the cauldron of Brother Fan..."
"You are my wife!" Ning Fan frowned, hugging Zhihe fiercely into his arms.
Ding Furnace, the name is very ugly.
He didn't want his relationship with Zhihe to be just the master and the cauldron.
The sky was dark, the moon was dim, and the snow was tight. There is no hibiscus tent here, red candles flickering, and some, it's just a scene in the sky and the beautiful scenery.
Ning Fan's embrace was very warm. Zhihe's eyes were full of tension, and she suddenly realized what brother Fan wanted to do.
"Brother Fan, here, this place is not suitable for that..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ning Fan blocked her lips and her tongue was invaded.
"You're my wife!" In Ning Fan's eyes, he was firm, he took off his black cloak, spread it on the ground, picked up the paper crane horizontally, and placed it on the black cloak. Hands rubbed the delicate body of the paper crane.
Ning Fan was already deeply infatuated with Zhihe, not just lust, not just love, but a commitment to life and death.
Zhi He was born to be charming, and after three months of practicing "The Concubine's Rebirth", he could suppress the charming, but when Ning Fan teased him, his eyes gradually became blurred. In the blur, there was an unknown tension. expect.
She and Ning Fan had been intimate twice, but the first time Ning Fan was unconscious and his rude behavior left her with painful memories, the second time she was unconscious and unconscious, and she didn't remember how comfortable she was.
This time, it was the first time she hugged Ning Fan when she was awake.
Ning Fan's kiss is so sweet, Ning Fan's touch is so comfortable... Why is this...
Zhihe doesn't understand, she doesn't understand many things...
Yin-Yang Avenue, a combination of dual cultivation, this is human relations. Many cultivators thought that cultivation should be closed to Yuanyang without losing it, which is really a big mistake. Many demon cultivators think that double cultivation should harm others and benefit themselves, which is also a big mistake!
That is not a practice, but an escape, an escape from the true feelings of the heart...
Ning Fan gradually forgot that this was a double cultivation, he was really moved and indulged in Zhi He's soft body...
The moonlight was like a plate, and under the ice wall, the two were entangled endlessly. The wind and snow are cold, only each other's bodies can snuggle up to keep warm...
Even if it wasn't intentional, Ning Fan still completed a double cultivation under the effect of the Yin-Yang lock.
At this moment, the bottleneck of the tenth layer of penetrating veins was broken through.
The beginning of fusion! Ning Fan succeeded in breaking through in less than four months! Such a cultivation speed is almost comparable to the elite disciples of some famous sects!
The black magic flame in the body circulates along the hundred meridians, this is the process of the fusion spirit into the meridian. Generally speaking, each cultivator's meridians can only integrate one kind of spirituality during the spirit fusion period, and can only use the magical power of this attribute. Fire, water, metal, wood, earth, wind, and thunder are all in one.
Only special immortal veins can contain a variety of spirituality.
The black devil flames circulated along the meridians, and Ning Fan's meridians undoubtedly left the imprint of the fire spirit. In the future, the power of using fire magic powers will be much stronger.
What surprised him was that the yin and yang demon veins also contained a hint of coldness.
It was as if Ning Fan had absorbed a trace of ice power between the heavens and the earth because of this intercourse.
Two-attribute spirit fusion monk? ! Ning Fan reached out to his palm, and a wisp of black devil flame jumped out of his fingers. On the black devil flame, there was a faint trace of faint white ice flame...
"This is the power of Yin-Yang reconciliation. Ice and flames couldn't be fused, but they were forcibly fused together by this power!" Ning Fan recalled the memory of the Immortal Emperor, and his expression changed.
Looking at the black and white demonic fire in the palm of his hand that was enough to burn and kill the Rongling cultivator, Ning Fan vaguely felt that the power of this fire was stronger than the simple black fire before.
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After a long time, the corner of Ning Fan's mouth lifted slightly, he raised his hand and pointed, next to Zhihe, who was sleeping soundly after the cloud and rain, a fire was lit to keep Zhihe warm.
In the early days of Rongling's cultivation base, the fire of yin and yang reconciliation, now he also has some self-protection power, it should be enough to protect the warmth in his heart.
The only trouble is that his cultivation is improving too fast, it will inevitably be a little vain, and he needs more tempering.