Deadly Merry [Rebirth]

Hey, if you are not allowed to enter, you will not enter. It would be nice if you can stay.

Tu Jiuer looked around, jumped up and down to find a place where she could stay comfortably, the eaves were too rough to walk around, the stone table was too cold to lie down on, and the ash in the corner could almost turn her into a gray fox .After searching around for a long time, he chose to lie down on the window sill next to Mingyi's desk.

Mingyi was in the room, leaning over the desk to copy the Nanhua Mantra, while Tu Jiuer was outside the room, quietly sitting on the edge of the window sill, gently reading the words written by Mingyi.There is a thin window between them, people inside are unwilling to open, and people outside are not allowed to enter.

It was the cold current passing through here in March, and the sky began to snow again.When Tu Jiuer came earlier, it was still falling lightly, and the time passed easily. It was already evening, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger, being stirred by the wind and slanted into the eaves.

The cold wind blows from the gaps in the window lattice to the desk, lifting a corner of the rice paper.Goosebumps arose on the back of Ming Yi's neck from the chill. She put down her pen, touched her arm and looked out of the window. Her gaze passed over the little fox sitting upright, and fell on the falling snow of goose feathers.After a while, she raised her hand.

Tu Jiu'er's eyes lit up, and he took half a step forward with hope in his eyes.

But that hand just grabbed the window bolt, pulled it back coldly, and closed the window tightly.

Tu Jiu'er's ears drooped, and he slumped softly in a small corner, sticking out his tongue to lick the snowflakes that fell on his fur little by little.

It suddenly occurred to me that a poet once wrote about snow in this way—it should be that the gods were drunk and crushed the white clouds.

But is Baiyun so cold?

As a demon, she was not afraid of the frost and snow, but because she rushed in at first, she was severely injured by the demon deterrent spell from the back mountain. There are all kinds of Taoist magic tools, which will only make her body weaker.The choice to maintain the fox shape is also because this fur can resist the cold better than that thin shirt.

Tu Jiuer was shivering from the cold wind, she felt very uncomfortable, as if something sticky had been poured into her brain, it was too heavy for her to lift her head.

It has been snowing for a long time, until she no longer licks off those snowflakes, they are still sticking to her fine hair to form ice bumps one by one, and the warm orange-yellow candlelight is lit on the other side of the window, reflecting the The cold silhouette of that person danced and swayed slightly on the window paper.

Suddenly she felt very sad.

Perhaps for her, the saddest thing is not to be sunk in darkness from beginning to end, but to be able to see the light she wants, to see the person she wants to follow, but it seems that she will never be able to stand side by side with her.

Unreachable hope hurts more than pure despair.

"Ayi," Tu Jiu'er raised half of his head with difficulty, his furry paws gently touched the window frame, his breath was like a thread, "Ayi...it's cold."

Will Ming Yi hear it?

"Ayi, if I'm sick, you must remember... hide me and don't let Ah Man find me." Tu Jiu'er weakly put his head on his paws, fearing that he would faint if he didn't pay attention, he hurriedly confessed Afterwards, "If she knew that I was sick, she would tell elder brother... elder brother will trouble you, and father will also..."

The silhouette reflected on the window paper did not move.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get sick, nor did I mean to cause trouble for you...You, you just throw me anywhere, if it doesn't work, throw me to the back mountain...Don't hate me, okay?"

The movement of the figure's writing seemed to have stopped.

"Ayi..."

Before the little fox could finish his sentence, there was a clear and crisp sound of the pen barrel touching the pen rest, which sounded full of impatience.The next moment, the man leaned forward and blew out the candle.

There was a sound of the rolling of the wheelchair and the rustling of clothes, which sounded like he was undressing and going to bed.

Tu Jiu'er felt his heart was icy cold, as her flesh and bones were being eaten by the snow and wind.How could she be the kind of shameless and supercilious person?In fact, because of her appearance that tops the three worlds, she is the one who needs face and dignity the most.Even if she is willing to bear shame and tolerate shame in order to pursue what she wants, her heart cannot pretend to be deaf and dumb after all, and it hurts more than anyone else when it should hurt.

It hurts, and it's amazing when it hurts.There is no external injury, no internal injury, no direct damage, just because of that emotion, it can really throb and throb, the pain is so painful that even breathing is unbearable.

Tu Jiuer exhausted all his strength, curled up and held his fragile fox heart, and closed his eyes wearily.

She quickly lost consciousness.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, but the snow is not small at all.

The frost and snow on the fox's body and surroundings kept accumulating, and because it was a white fox, it quickly merged with the white snow. If you looked at it, you would think that there was a pile of ordinary accumulations there. Snow, nothing out of the ordinary.

It was midnight.

Everyone should have fallen into a sweet or bitter dream.

Suddenly the wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the wind swarmed the crushed snow onto the face of the woman in the wheelchair, lifting the black hair that hadn't been tied up in the future.She gathered the big fur cloak that was casually draped over her shoulders, and with some difficulty controlled the wheelchair to move out of the threshold against the wind. The snow was too heavy. In this short amount of effort, a layer of frost formed on her eyelashes. .

Ming Yi slid the wheelchair to the window sill, the hand holding the wooden wheel was red from the cold, and the joints were abnormally bluish white.

She gently raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out.

She scooped up the snow accumulated there in handfuls and sprinkled it on her hands, dug the little fox out of the snowdrift, and carefully peeled off the ice scum sticking to the fox's body piece by piece. Use the temperature of your palm to warm up first.

Ming Yi looked at Tu Jiu'er, who was breathing weakly, with complex emotions in his eyes.After a long time, she stretched out her hand again, covering the top of Tu Jiuer's Tianling Gai, and used her true energy to probe.

It turned out to be true...

Has it been so urgent that he will not hesitate to waste a few years of cultivation, just to see himself a little earlier?

Ming Yi thought for a long time, closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them again, accumulating all the true energy in her body and flowing towards the palm of her hand, and transmitted it into Tu Jiu'er's body through the thin distance.

She didn't transmit her true energy in an ordinary way, so much true energy condensed together, she was giving up her cultivation in a living way.

Although with her current attainments, the true energy in her body is far inferior to that of the monster race, but she has only cultivated for a short time, so the proportion and significance of donating two years of cultivation are not comparable to those of the monster race. The two years are equivalent.

In other words, two years of damage to the cultivation base is too small for a monster like Tu Jiu'er who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.But for a mortal like Ming Yi who has only cultivated for a few years, two years of cultivation is enough to put her strength below Liu Fengxue's.

Because of her status as the head disciple, because of the high expectations of the head master, and because of the succession of the entire Yuxu, she certainly knew what kind of a devastating blow that could not be ignored.

But after she came back to life, the last thing she wanted was to owe her more.

Ming Yi didn't sleep well at night.

After tossing and turning for several hours, she was really uncomfortable lying down. The momentary emptiness of her body made her internal organs burn unbearably. Before dawn, she got dressed and sat in a wheelchair to go to the big kitchen of Yuxu Palace. .Before leaving, he took another look at the window sill, Tu Jiu'er was soundly asleep, obviously his condition has improved a lot, his body was so warm that he couldn't even hold the snow.

It was still snowing, but Ming Yi couldn't open an umbrella, she had to control the wheelchair with both hands.After waiting for half an hour, when she arrived at the big kitchen after all the hard work, her hair was dyed gray.

At this point in time, there was only one gatekeeper Ji Yuqing in the kitchen.

Ji Yuqing is seven years older than Mingyi, and joined Xiaoxia's sect a few years earlier than her, so he can be regarded as Mingyi's senior sister.She was originally the successor Xiaoxia planned to cultivate as the head of the family, but Ji Yuqing was too lazy. He knew how to eat, drink, play and make trouble all day long. , Xiaoxia resolutely gave up on Ji Yuqing, and chose to cultivate Ming Yi, a rigid, serious and rooted "good seedling".Ji Yuqing escaped unharmed, he couldn't wish for Master's constant chaos, so he happily ran to the kitchen to be on duty.

Therefore, not only did she not have the hatred that she should have towards Ming Yi, but she was somewhat grateful, grateful that Ming Yi had suffered those inhumane sufferings for her, and she even scooped up two spoonfuls of vegetables for her meals on weekdays.

"Yo, Junior Sister Ming." Ji Yuqing, who was dozing by the door, was woken up by the sound of the wheelchair rolling on the ground. When she saw Ming Yi approaching, she got up and said hello, "Look, your legs are not good recently, so don't run here yourself. Now, let me know what you want to eat, and the senior sister will send it to your residence."

"Senior Sister Ji, forgive me for not being able to stand up and salute." Ming Yi nodded politely.

Ji Yuqing smiled and said: "There is no one else here, why are you being so polite. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, just do something casually." Mingyi's words were a little cautious, and her eyes even seemed to dodge, "... put more oil and water, it's troublesome."

"Hey, the Taoist precepts require you not to touch meat, sister Ming who has always abided by the precepts, is this going to be meat?" Ji Yuqing smiled and put the pot on fire, poured a few spoonfuls of water, "But I remember you don't like meat, say If you don’t taste it for too long, you will feel sick if you touch a little oil and water.”

"It's not, I'm not in good health..." Ming Yi stammered, very embarrassed, with embarrassment on his face.

"I understand, I understand." With a sly smile on his face, Ji Yuqing squatted down and took out a greased paper bag from an unused stove, "Although it is said to abstain from meat, what's the point of always eating those vegetable sticks? Sister I hoarded a lot of private goods, I didn't want to tell others, but Junior Sister Ming wants to make up for herself, so I have no reason to hide it."

"Yes...thank you, Senior Sister." Ming Yi said in a low voice.

Ji Yuqing took a whole chicken, handled it skillfully and threw it into the pot.

Mingyi turned her head away, and said silently several times in her heart - "Three Qings don't blame, four imperials don't complain, disciples will be punished."