The fire in the stove is about to go out, and the snow outside has no intention of stopping.
The two of them lay on the bed, cuddling each other, and talked a lot, many words that came from the bottom of their hearts.
Jiang Yang showed his vulnerable side in front of Xiong Miaoyun without reservation.
Xiong Miaoyun is very happy, because she feels that this is a living person, a person with some flesh. He can be happy, sad, cry and laugh, have all kinds of emotions and six desires, and be happy in life.
"If you want to be strong enough to protect everyone, then I will help you and be the strongest fortress behind you."
"I can't help you with your cultivation, you can only rely on yourself."
Jiang Yang nodded.
If you have such a wife, what more can a husband ask for?
"However, a person's power is always limited. I can help you take care of Qingyuan Temple to a higher level..."
As he was talking, Xiong Miaoyun suddenly felt that Jiang Yang's eyes were a little strange.
That kind of gratitude, adoration, appreciation, fascination, jealousy, awe, satisfaction...all kinds of emotions are integrated into one.
All in all it's very complicated.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You are so kind, I am thinking about how to repay you."
"Speaking of repaying or not repaying...it should be done."
"No. I must repay you."
Then, Jiang Yang stretched his waist and geared up.
Xiong Miaoyun was shocked: "What are you doing? Don't mess around..."
"Well..."
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early morning.
It’s another new day. Yue Nu gets up early, gets dressed, brushes her teeth and washes, and starts a new day. Filling a basin of hot water with just the right temperature, Yue Nu approaches her lady’s room.
Boom!
Since she was holding a washbasin with water in it, Yue Nu hit her head on the door: "Miss, it's time to get up."
"Wait a moment, Ma, right away." The young lady's slightly panicked and urgent voice came from the room, with some stuttering.
Yue Nu wrinkled her little eyebrows, raised her ears, and listened attentively for a while.
Creaking, creaking——
There seemed to be some kind of strange sound, which became louder and louder, and finally disappeared.
"Miss, are you okay?"
"No, it's okay, just come in,"
With a creak, Yue Nu pushed the door open gently with her body.
In the house, everything was as usual, no different from when I left yesterday, except that the back window was wide open, letting in cold wind mixed with snowflakes.
Yue Nu quickly put down the copper basin in her hand, trotted over, and closed the window tightly: "Why did the door open so well? I remember it was closed tightly last night."
After thinking for a while, she couldn't quite figure it out. Yue Nu turned around and came back, slowly approaching the bed curtain.
Xiong Miaoyun coughed lightly and looked up, looking like "I didn't do anything."
Really, the little Taoist priest did it three times in one night, and she almost rolled her eyes and fainted.
Realizing that Yue Nu was slowly approaching, Xiong Miaoyun's body stiffened.
Yue Nu walked forward and hung the bed curtain with a hook. Xiong Miaoyun pretended to raise her hand, put it in front of her eyes, blocked the light, and yawned:
"Ah - it's already so bright," Tingdu said, still a little unexpected.
Top notch acting!
"Yes, it's already dawn. Miss has never stayed in bed before. What's happened in the past two days?" Yue Nu seemed a little resentful and stepped forward. When she saw this, she was surprised: "Miss, you,
you......"
Xiong Miaoyun pretended to be calm: "What's wrong? What a fuss."
Yue Nu climbed up and looked at his young lady's red face and white neck covered with sweat: "Miss, are you sick? Why are you sweating so much after sleeping in the middle of winter?"
As he said that, he was about to raise his hand to wipe it, but Xiong Miaoyun quickly stopped him: "It's okay, it's okay. I had a nightmare just now and I was scared."
Yue Nu said "Oh" without any suspicion.
but.....
Suck-suck--suck--
Yue Nu closed her eyes, sniffed hard, and smelled: "Miss, do you smell a strange smell?"
Xiong Miaoyun's heart was pounding, and the insteps of her feet were arched under the quilt, feeling very nervous.
"No, no...it might be the smell of sweat."
Yue Nu frowned and shook her head: "...No, the lady's sweat is fragrant. It's a bit like...like the smell of heather."
"Ahem——"
Xiong Miaoyun suddenly started coughing and couldn't stop it.
...
...
It's snowing heavily and the bamboo forest is covering the scene.
In winter, the flow of water in the back mountain waterfall is very small, and the pool below is actually steaming. Two red carps sometimes come out of the water to take a breath, and sometimes swim around in the pool, feeling very uncomfortable. On the bluestone beside the pool
, there is a little green turtle lying on its stomach, it is so naive and crawling out slowly.
In the yard, someone was sweeping the snow with a broom. He was a young man wearing black clothes and blindfolded eyes.
Next to him, there was a girl in green clothes, who was happily building snowmen, so many that there was almost no room for them in the yard.
Under the thatched house, the aroma of wine overflows.
The two generations of swordsmen had a plate of peanuts and drank some wine early in the morning, feeling very happy.
Next to them stood a scarred man with arms folded across his chest and wearing leather armor, none other than Wei Wushuang.
Wei Wushuang swallowed secretly, but couldn't lose face anymore and went to ask for a drink, so he looked at Cui Ru who was sweeping the snow in the yard and shouted:
"Hey, it's snowing. Why are you sweeping it away? It's all in vain."
Cui Ru stopped his movements, leaned on his broom, and listened to the voice to argue.
"You should call me Second Senior Brother!"
Cui Ru knew that the master had accepted two more apprentices yesterday. Wei Wushuang, the third oldest, was his third junior brother, and the girl who was playing in the snow next to him was his junior sister.
"Hey!" Wei Wushuang was not convinced and took a step forward: "You blind man, why should you be my senior brother? While I was riding the horse for His Majesty, you were still at home playing in the mud."
"The reason why I stay here and why I'm angry with you is because of His Majesty's orders... You think I'm willing to come."
"Third Junior Brother, be careful what you say." Cui Ru spoke slowly and calmly, neither sad nor angry.
Cui Ru held the broom with both hands and let the snowflakes fall on him. He remained unmoved and said, "Junior brother, I don't like your words like this. I'm sure my senior sisters don't like it either, and Master won't like it either."
Speaking of this, Wei Wushuang got angry, took two steps quickly, stepped forward and pushed Cui Ru.
"What's the use if you don't like it, as long as I like it."
Cui Ru tried his best to stay calm and forced himself not to get angry.
quality.
quality!!!
Pay attention to quality!!!
Zhao Hongdou held a snowball in his hand and looked at Wei Wushuang: "You made the wrong move. You yelled and screamed so early in the morning that you scared even my snowman..."
Wei Wushuang didn't want to argue with Zhao Hongdou and looked at the blind man in front of him again, "I have never been so arrogant in my life. Who do you think you are and how dare you be my senior brother."
"Speak!"
"Why don't you speak anymore..."
In the distance, under the eaves sheltering from the snow, Shangguan Feng saw this scene, pinched his chin and laughed at himself: "Did I have such a bad character before? I really deserve a beating..."
Tread——
Someone was walking next to him. Shangguanfeng turned around and found that it was Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang squinted his eyes slightly and frowned slightly as he watched everything happening in the yard with his hands behind his back.
"Jiang Yang, don't you care?" Shangguan Feng encouraged.
Jiang Yang did not speak, blinked twice, deliberately raised his voice, and said in a deep voice: "The purpose of Qingyuan Temple is that you can't bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore!"
Cui Ru's ears moved slightly, hearing the teachings from the master.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Cui Ru took a few steps back, broke a small bamboo branch, rubbed off the leaves on it, held it in his hand, and pointed it at Wei Wushuang in the distance:
"Junior brother, I'll give you a chance to take back what you just said. Senior brother can spare you this time."
"Hahahahaha...who do you think you are?" Wei Wushuang didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, and still mocked with his hands on his hips.
He saw Cui Ru slowly raising a bamboo branch in his hand and reciting an unintelligible poem in his mouth: "The hall is full of drunken flowers and three thousand guests, and the light of a sword is cold..."
As soon as he said this, the two sword immortals under the thatched house quickly formed a protective shield around their bodies, tightly protecting the thatched house from being implicated.
“…Fourteen States!”
boom!
A sword energy swung out from the bamboo branch.
In an instant, a wave of air came.
The white snow in front of Cui Ru evaporated in an instant!
The powerful residual power knocked away everything around Cui Ru, including the dozens of snowmen in the yard, leaving no one behind. Zhao Hongdou, who was close, almost got hit, but luckily a jade plaque hanging around his waist lit up.
After a while, she was able to stabilize her figure.
The air waves were so strong that the two people watching the battle under the eaves subconsciously raised their sleeves.
When the light dissipated, the yard looked completely different. At least there was no need for people to clear the snow, it had all evaporated.
Wei Wushuang?
Are you talking about him?
No, he was thrown into a distant pool to take a bath.
Yo, I even fainted. This chapter has been completed!