"Pile up an old monk and flick his forehead; pile up another young monk and flick his forehead; and finally pile up a Fanyin Temple and eat my Tianma Meteor Fist!"
He Zhizhou was well-dressed and wrapped himself into a white puffy ball. While squatting in the snow to build a snowman, he barked his teeth and muttered something hideous.
Lin Xun looked at the two deformed oval snowballs in front of him, and carefully comforted him: "Senior Brother He, don't be sad. Although we had a hard time in those days, we have indeed tempered our character. If you lose, you will gain."
He Zhizhou snorted coldly.
After participating in the Dharma Conference, although he lost the joy of being a salted fish and vegetable dog, he gained real pain as a price.
Ning Ning happily built a snowman not far from them. Hearing this, he raised his head and said to Pei Ji with a smirk, "Fortunately, we didn't go to the small class, otherwise it would be so miserable."
Today is the second day after the Dharma Conference.
The group of them returned to Xuanxu yesterday. After a whole day of rest and recuperation, Ning Ning has recovered most of his energy, but the state of the others is not so satisfactory.
The plan to manipulate the small class roster was declared bankrupt. He Zhizhou and Lin Xun were deceived by the evil headline party. They shivered in the cold wind and recited Buddhist scriptures for several days, but in the end they failed to subdue the temptation.
Zheng Weiqi was forced to study Buddhist classics and short stories. For a long time, as long as she talked to others, she could pop out three or more Buddhist and Taoist philosophies.
They are all poor people, they are really miserable.
She silently expressed her sympathy in her heart, then looked down at the snowman in front of her, and poked Pei Ji's shoulder: "Are your hands cold?"
The snow was extremely heavy today, and it happened that Zheng Weiqi and others needed to vent their depressed emotions. Everyone hit it off and came to build a snowman on Wangyue Peak.
Ning Ning was very interested in this matter, but Nai He was born in the south and had never even seen snow a few times. He was even more unfamiliar with snowball fights and snowmen.
She tried to gather the snow into a ball like in the TV series, but she couldn't press it tightly every time. As soon as she picked up the snowball, the ball shattered uncontrollably and turned into white debris.
So after going back and forth, the heavy responsibility of being a snowman fell on Pei Ji.
His hands were large and slender, and surprisingly flexible. His jade-like fingers pinched the snowballs into various shapes. With a little force, the knuckles would appear beautiful white.
Ning Ning was full of surprise, and heard him reply in a low voice: "It's not cold."
Because she has been sending spiritual power into Pei Ji's body to keep him warmer.
Ning Ning pursed her lips and smiled, and took a step closer to him without a trace: "Where did you learn to make a snowman? It doesn't look like this is the first time."
She thought that according to Pei Ji's character, she would stay away from this somewhat childish pastime.
Pei Ji said "uh": "I used to play with each other when I was a child - what shape is my head made, is it okay?"
So the little girl beside her excitedly stretched out her hand and squeezed the snow ball that he was holding, and the topic of "building a snowman" was naturally left behind by her.
"Build a snowman."
Pei Ji carried the sword with her, so she could hear Cheng Ying's voice, the uncle suddenly stopped halfway through his voice, and then sighed for a while: "Pei Xiaoji was so cute back then, unlike now, who would only face Ning Ning cute, make me so sad, so sad."
In fact, for Pei Ji, snow is not such a beautiful thing.
When he lived with his mother, even in the coldest winter, he never got any clothes to keep out the cold, and he often could only curl up in a corner to retain the scarce heat.
Sometimes the mother was so angry that she would even take him out of the small underground room, leaving Pei Ji in the snowy night when the water was dripping into ice. Xuehua fell piece by piece, like a thick quilt spread on the ground, but when he fell into the snow, all he felt was a biting cold.
In the dark of night, the heavy snow and twilight weigh down together. There was the darkness he feared in all directions. When Pei Ji was frozen into a trance, only Chengying would talk to him.
Then he started to build a snowman.
The other children didn't want to play with him, Pei Ji watched from a distance and learned some skills.
At that time, his hands were full of red and swollen chilblains. Whenever he touched snowflakes, he would be stinged by the cold. Fortunately, Pei Ji had long been used to the pain. Watching the snowballs of white flowers gradually add to his head and facial features, he was always worried. There will be a strange feeling.
- It stood quietly in place, as if it were a person who couldn't speak or move.
The world is so vast, only it is willing to accompany him.
"... Pei Ji?"
The clear girl's voice pulled him back to reality, and Pei Jixun lowered her eyes, just in time to meet Ning Ning's smiling eyes.
Her emotions have never been concealed. When she is happy, she will grin subconsciously. While looking at him, she stretches out her hand, revealing a few beans and a few branches in her white palm: "These can be used as eyes and arms. ,what do you think?"
The shadows of the past vanished in an instant.
Pei Ji smiled silently, took a step back, and motioned her to come forward: "You come."
It was the first time that Ning Ning and Pei Ji made a little snowman together. Ning Ning felt that he had a heavy responsibility and was very serious. Not only did he carefully place the beans and wooden sticks, but after thinking about it, he took it out of the storage bag. A small cloak was draped over it.
As soon as she stopped, she heard an overjoyed and familiar voice behind her: "Wow—Ning Ning and Pei Ji, the snowmen, are built like masters!"
Tian Xianzi and Meng Jue did not know when they came here to join in the fun, and the snow fell all over the white clothes, like two large snowballs walking.
The former watched with great interest, and his mouth did not stop: "Wei Qi's little pig is also good, with round eyes, round nose and round ears, very cute."
"Master."
Senior Sister Zheng stared at him faintly: "This is you."
Tian Xianzi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, Meng Jue habitually cleared the siege: "This master is actually quite good-looking, but a little ugly."
… This is a hammer-clearance!
Tian Xianzi swallowed a mouthful of old tears, and when he approached He Zhizhou and Lin Xun, he finally learned how to be obedient, and gave his first opportunity to speak to his obedient disciple: "Meng Jue, what do you think... How's the doll?"
He really couldn't see what it was, and after thinking for a while, he could only use "doll" to refer to it.
The snowmen these two built were blurred, with deformed hands and feet, their whole body was crooked like mud, and their mouths were painted with red paint, and they were placed on the ground, as if they had strayed into a horror movie set.
Meng Jue nodded: "There is a perverted beauty in the ugliness, and there is a bit of indescribable sexiness hidden in the wretchedness. It is rare to see such a dynamic snowman, as if he can laugh out loud at any time, crawling on the ground. Climb."
"and many more."
This stinky boy said it in one go, and Tian Xianzi vaguely sensed something was wrong: "This thing, shouldn't it, it's also me?"
Lin Xun's face was flushed, and he bowed his head apologetically.
Tian Xianzi glared angrily at his obedient disciple Meng Jue.
He thinks this man is doing it on purpose! Bad guys, these bad guys!
"Master is here today, why don't you perform a swordsmanship for us."
Zheng Weiqi clapped her hands, and suddenly became interested: "You don't know, Master is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also very good at making snow sculptures!"
Tian Xianzi smiled contrivedly: "Actually, it can't be called 'very good', I know a little bit, just a little bit."
After he finished speaking, he transformed his life sword and coughed seriously: "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you guys see it."
Even if it is a sword cultivator who hangs around on weekdays, once the long sword is unsheathed, it will be a completely different aura.
Tian Xianzi's sword was absolutely clear, and the surging spiritual power brought bursts of howling winds, and the heavy snow in the sky roared recklessly, condensing into the appearance of a dragon in mid-air.
Suddenly the long dragon was startled, and it moved forward at a rapid pace, with white light flying everywhere it passed.
Dao Dao Jian Qi was like light and shadow, but after a short while, he cut the accumulated snow into lifelike edges and outlines. In the originally empty world, suddenly there were a few immobile rabbits, cats and birds.
The sword glow was invisible and without a trace, like a flying arrow passing by Pei Ji's ear, and without warning, suddenly a sword qi stopped leisurely and spun around his head.
A round snow mass fell from the top of the tree, and it just hit Ning Ning's head.
The little girl let out an "Ouch".
This subconscious voice was soft and thin, and his heart moved when he heard it.
Pei Ji smirked and whispered, "Don't move."
Ning Ning obediently didn't move, because she lowered her head slightly, Pei Ji only needed to lower her eyes to see the snowflakes above her head.
The snowball was not big, and when it fell on top of her head, it shattered into pieces and turned into small torn balls. He stretched out his hand and brushed them down one by one, and heard Ning Ning whisper, "It's so cold."
She was always paying attention to Pei Ji's actions, so she could clearly notice that the movements on the opponent's hand suddenly stopped.
He said hesitantly, "There is a note in this snowball..."
"A note?"
Ning Ning raised his head abruptly, causing snow debris to fall: "What's written on it?"
"It writes—"
Pei Ji raised her eyebrows and lowered her head, her eyes swept across the small words of Jun Xiu on the note, and the words that were about to be exported were all blocked in her throat.
The note hidden in the snow ball was written in black and white, stroke by stroke: [Happy birthday to Pei Ji].
The snowflakes that were fluttering around suddenly became quiet.
The originally clear thoughts became blank, and in the whole world, there was only the sound of his heart beating.
Pei Ji looked up blankly and saw Ning Ning's bright eyes.
The sunlight fell on her long eyelashes, like a shattered glimpse of light, and in those dark pupils, a smile almost overflowed.
"Pei Ji."
She raised the corners of her lips, and small pear eddies appeared on her cheeks: "Do you remember what day is today?"
No one has ever celebrated his birthday.
Pei Ji was almost at a loss.
"My God, I finally don't have to pretend! Come and see the gift I have prepared for you!"
He Zhizhou burst into a mad laugh, stretched out his right hand mercilessly, and cut a big hole in the belly of the snowman he built.
Inside the entrance of the cave, there was a dark black long box prepared by him and Lin Xun.
Zheng Weiqi split the snowman in half with one sword, and there was also a rather delicate small box hidden inside.
Tian Xianzi's mouth twitched wildly, looking at his two corpses that died tragically for no reason, his heart ached.
"I still think that the way I think is the best."
Zheng Weiqi snorted softly: "Imagine, when Junior Brother Pei got up in the morning and went out, when he looked up, he could see each of us holding a gift - how shocking."
"Junior Brother Lin's strategy is also quite good!"
He Zhizhou patted Xiao Bailong on the shoulder: "Use snow to make blessings, romance is dead."
"You don't understand, this is the mood of our swordsmen."
Tian Xianzi said: "This blessing should be conveyed with sword energy - come, come, darling Pei Ji, take a look at the gift prepared for you by the master, the flower of Yunshen formed over a thousand years, it will definitely be of great benefit to your practice. ."
"And me, me, me!"
He Zhizhou grinned slyly: "Junior Brother Lin Xun and I don't have much money, so we bought an ice silkworm clothes with Lingshi, you must be good to wear them."
The three in front of them are all poor people who are crazy about swords, and they have emptied their private money before finally getting together a few gifts.
Meng Jue smiled mildly, fully showing the basic qualities of a rich man: "Junior Brother Pei, I heard that you got the Chengying Sword, and I have reported to the Sword Forging Hall. If you go to forge the sword this year, the spirit stones will be counted on my head. ."
Zheng Weiqi said twice: "Little Junior Brother, this is an exclusive book, you understand."
"What exclusive orphan?"
Tian Xianzi resigned sternly: "Zheng Weiqi, as a senior sister, you must not lead a bad junior brother! Today's situation is special, if I see this kind of thing again in the future, it will all be confiscated!"
Meng Jue nodded: "Master has no Taoist companion so far, it is indeed time to be broken."
Zheng Weiqi thought thoughtfully: "Master, have you seen Xue Xiao gouged out of his heart by Zhenxiao Jianzun?"
"what!"
Tian Xianzi exclaimed in surprise, and conditioned reflexively to respond: "Isn't the one who wants her heart blood, Jiang Si, the Lord of Jialan Shaocheng!"
Ahhh, exposed.
This is the plot of "Fengyuelu of Cultivation". At the beginning, Zheng Weiqi read it quietly in class in the academy, and was confiscated by him.
In the end, of course, Tian Xianzi reluctantly read it day and night.
- This girl just wants to trick him! Bad guys, these bad guys!
On their side, you are arguing with each other, and the snowstorm caused by Tian Xianzi has been quiet for some time.
The voices that sounded in his ears were extremely vague, and Pei Ji stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.
thank? Receive a gift? Or as a return with a more precious gift
For such inexperienced things, he had absolutely no idea of the next steps.
"Pei Xiaoji."
Chengying on his waist whispered, "Are you alright?"
To say that it is not worried is naturally false.
The word "birthday" is tantamount to a vicious curse for Pei Ji.
Chengying grew up with him, and saw that woman's rage and madness with her own eyes. Every time Pei Ji's birthday came, her madness would suddenly increase, and her anger would reach its peak.
In addition to beating and scolding, Rao Shichengying didn't want to recall those disgusting and humiliating words.
It is also for this reason that Pei Ji would be a lot depressed at this time in the past.
Likewise, because of that woman, for a long time he stubbornly believed that his birth was a tiresome and irreversible mistake.
At this moment, it is worried, but fortunately, this worry seems to be superfluous.
In the quiet heavy snow, Ning Ning reached out his hand without saying a word, grabbed his sleeve lightly, and shook it comfortably.
Her touch was like a key, pulling Pei Ji out of the chaotic memory and finally returning to reality.
His expression was still very light, like every cold corner in the deep winter, but under the long sleeves, Pei Ji clenched her backhand and hooked her fingertips.
With an irresistible force.
*
As a master, Tian Xianzi was finally generous today, claiming that he would take everyone to the best restaurant down the mountain to eat and drink at night to celebrate his little apprentice's birthday.
There was still some time before night, and everyone went back to the courtyard to rest first. Ning Ning helped Pei Ji hold two gift boxes and came to his house.
She was in a good mood. She hummed a little song along the way, put the box behind the desk and raised her eyebrows: "Pei Ji, don't you want to know what gift I have prepared?"
The voice fell, but Ning Ning didn't get the answer he deserved. The moment he turned to face him, he fell into a cold hug.
Pei Ji's body was cold, and she almost eagerly asked for the heat around her body. Her palms were as cold as iron, covering her back with secret force.
His voice was hoarse: "You told them?"
Ning Ning could feel the ups and downs of his chest with his breathing in the clear aroma of wood plants.
She liked the breath, and rubbed her face against Pei Ji's chest: "Well. Don't you like it?"
He answered sternly: "...like it."
How can you not like it.
It's just that that kind of emotion is too hot. As a container, he is small and dilapidated. He can hardly bear such a strong emotion.
This was everything he had never dared to ask for.
Ning Ning brought them to him.
The cold air brought from outside the house has gradually subsided, and Pei Ji can feel that his body is heating up.
Suddenly, a voice belonging to her came from her ear: "Pei Ji."
Pei Ji took a step back in response, keeping her arms still around her waist, and met Ning Ning's eyes.
He has very beautiful eyes.
The deep pupils are like pitch-black ink, and the ends of the eyes are introverted and slightly picked upwards, drawing out a fascinating and shallow arc.
Ning Ning looked up at Xu Yu, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his thin lips.
Her kisses were delicate and lingering, and in the cold winter air, even such a shallow touch seemed extraordinarily warm and seductive.
The body is cold everywhere, and the lips that belong to the girl bring him the heat that fascinates him, like a small hook, which can easily pull all the messy thoughts.
Ning Ning stepped forward while kissing more and more skillfully.
This is an action similar to guidance, so Pei Ji has no idea, so she can only step back according to her strength.
Then the calf hit a hard object, and Ning Ning gently pushed his body.
He took advantage of the situation to sit on the wooden chair in front of the desk.
And Ning Ning's movements paused a little and sat on his lap.
Pei Ji's breathing suddenly froze.
This is a completely different feeling from hugging, more ambiguous and more fiery. Through a layer of clothing, Pei Ji could feel the temperature of her body.
It was obviously winter, but the surrounding heat was scorching hot, making him dazed.
Under such actions, Ning Ning became the slightly higher side.
"It's too tiring to stand there."
Her face was flushed, and her voice was trembling nervously: "Want to see my gift?"
Sitting on him in this posture is already the limit that Ningning can reach when she exhausts her courage.
She didn't dare to move randomly, so she had to look down for the gift, and after a while, a gleam of light appeared in the storage bag.
It was a pure black scabbard, surrounded by sandalwood and overflowing with spiritual energy. Just by looking at it, you can understand that it is not ordinary.
"This is for you and Chengying."
She said and smiled: "It has been with you for so many years, but you can't wear the old sword's clothes again."
If Cheng Ying hadn't been put in the guest room by him when he entered the room, Pei Ji's ears would have heard crazy goose chirping.
Ning Ning hooked her lips, and her final voice rose flamboyantly: "Also, for a sword cultivator like our Pei Ji, the sword and scabbard must be the best."
He's not great, and he's not good either.
Some past events buried deep in memory surfaced, and Pei Ji's eyes dimmed. When she was in a trance, she suddenly noticed that the girl who was close at hand lowered her head and bullied her forward without warning.
Black hair poured out on his side neck and shoulders, Ning Ning's thin lips gently pressed against his ear, as if sympathy could not help, he opened his lips and pursed.
The earlobe looked so red that it was almost dripping with blood, and when it touched it, it was indeed scorching hot.
The heat spread like sparks that spread from his ears to Ningning's lips, and then penetrated into the blood through the thin lips, sweeping the whole body.
Even her soft voice carried a heart-warming enthusiasm.
He heard Ning Ning lean into his ear and say, "Happy birthday."
She stopped talking, moved her lips from his earlobe, changed her posture, raised her hands, and held the boy's cheeks in them.
And the tip of her nose just happened to stick to the tip of Pei Ji's nose.
This is an extremely intimate action, the distance between them is zero, not to mention that Ning Ning is still sitting on his thighs, and a slight movement of both feet can lead to an inexplicable hot current.
Ning Ning said to him: "Pei Ji can be born in this world, for me, it is the best gift."
The girl's palm slowly stroked his pale skin, and gradually outlined the angular face.
Pei Ji couldn't move, and he seemed to have no strength all over his body, so he could only stare blankly at the smiling black pupil of the person in front of him.
The endless dark black vortex captured him in an instant.
"I'm really happy to meet Pei Ji."
She moved her legs and moved her body closer: "Thank you for being here. Because of you, today is a happy day for me every year."
She must have thought of his mother to comfort him with such words.
It's too gentle.
It is because of meeting her that Pei Ji is no longer the so-called "monster who lives in isolation" or "monster who was born wrong".
Someone loves him tenderly and treats him so well.
Because of watching Pei Ji from a very close distance, Ning Ning was able to see the change in his expression.
Those black eyes were dyed with a thin light powder, the blush swayed, and the tear moles soaked in the eye sockets and the end of the eyes, as if moved, and tears would fall at any time.
Pei Ji has never shown such an expression in front of others, only when facing her will she close up the sharp thorns all over her body and show her most secret and vulnerable side.
Ning Ning continued to move forward, wanting to kiss the reddish end of his eyes, but before he could get close, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Weird, strange feeling.
… under her.
There was a moment of silence in the cramped space.
Pei Ji's eyes were more than red.
Ning Ning couldn't help thinking that his face was super super super super super red at the level of a cosmic explosion.
Although so does she.
"Ningning."
Sitting on the wooden chair, he was so ashamed for the first time that he trembled at the end: "You first... get up."
She also remembered it!
Ning Ning panicked and embarrassed: "Well, then you have to let go of your hand first."
Only then did Pei Ji realize that her hands were still around her waist.
When Ning Ning got up and left, the feeling of being close to each other slowly dissipated, and was replaced by another kind of rich and ambiguous that was more secretive and indescribable.
She was so nervous that she wanted to bang against the wall, trying to organize the language in her mind, and when it came to her mouth, it all turned into scattered words: "Well, first, I'm leaving, you can take your time, don't hurry, wait for the evening-- "
-So what the hell is she talking about!
Ningning: "Then, shall I go first?"
Pei Ji sat on the wooden chair, holding the scabbard she gave her tightly in his hand.
A wave of embarrassment brought a steady stream of scalding heat, he lowered his head and pursed his lips, barely letting out a hoarse "um".
Immediately, the sound of footsteps came from his ears, and Ning Ning kissed him on the face before leaving.
"Happy birthday," she said.
The sugar bowl in the chest was knocked over by these four words, and the sourness and shyness receded in an instant.
In his always lonely and desolate heart, sweet candy sprinkled all over the ground.