Feng Jing was stunned, and suddenly felt a headache. She squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, and there seemed to be many harsh noises in her mind, which made her have an unbearable headache.
"What's the matter?" The man came to her side, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and then he noticed the wooden sculpture she was holding tightly in her hand, his eyes were dim, and his voice was softer, "Where does it hurt?"
"I..." Guangming quickly realized that he was too close to her, she took out her hand, stood up and took a few steps back, not caring about the pain in her head, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Who will allow you to touch me?" ?”
"I saw that the scenery was uncomfortable, so I couldn't bear to step forward to care for her. If I don't like the scenery, then I'll just stand still." He did what he said, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to get close to her.
Feng Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to completely let go.
He suddenly said: "That wooden carving, the scenery looks very precious."
"This is Mo Qing's." She put the carved wooden hand behind her back, as if she was afraid that he would come and snatch it, "I only have the opportunity to bring this thing here, of course I cherish it."
"I think so too. If it wasn't for his things, how could the scenery be so precious?" Under the plum blossom tree, he raised his lips and smiled, gentle as jade, and the snow behind him had become the background at this moment.
The wind seems to be cooler.
She couldn't help but took another step back, looked at him vigilantly, and remained silent.
"Why didn't the scenery speak?"
"You are dangerous."
The corners of his eyes are slightly curved, and his smile is more innocent, "The intuition of scenery is still so strong."
She was stunned for a while because of the familiarity in his words, "Do you know me well?"
"I don't know you now." He looked away, as if looking at the snow-capped mountains behind her, but also seemed to see nothing.
It actually made people feel the loneliness emanating from him.
Feng Feng suddenly felt a little strange, she asked: "Who are you?"
"I am the fairy from the ice lotus in Linglong Pond." He blinked and chuckled, "The scenery can call me autumn."
She muttered, "Didn't you just say your name was Mo Qing?"
"I just teased you, do you really believe it?"
"I don't believe it." She snorted.
He smiled, "If the scenery is willing to take a step closer to me, I can tell you that the wood carving on your hand has some functions that you don't know about."
"Isn't woodcarving just woodcarving? What else can it do besides looking?"
"Of course it's because you don't know." He laughed again, "If you're willing to take two steps closer, I can still tell you Mo Qing's real identity."
"Mo Qing...'s real identity?"
"Want to know?" He hooked his lips and smiled lightly, "There is nothing in this world that I don't know."
Feng Feng pursed her lips and thought for a while, maybe he could prove that Mo Qing is not a fantasy in her mind, she walked two steps closer as she said, but her expression was still very guarded, "I did as you said, you say it .”
He smiled with satisfaction, and said slowly: "Mo Qing is Mo Qing, he is the thirty-second generation disciple of Xianmen. Although he is Zhiwei's apprentice in name, he was taught by the ancestor of Xianmen himself. Wood carving, do you know what kind of wood it is made of?"
"What… "
"Peachwood."
Feng Jing's hand trembled, what is mahogany? Even if she doesn't understand these fantasy things, she still knows that mahogany is used to drive away ghosts.
The corners of Qiu Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Now you should know why you met him, one is a great disciple of the Immortal Sect, and the other is a lonely ghost wandering in the mountains..."