South no wind

Came back to God, walked to the bed: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, I have rough skin and thick flesh!" Nan Yu said with a smile.

"Are you stupid? This dark arrow is not strong, just reach out and knock it into the air, why do you want to block it?" Although it was blamed, it was faintly intolerable.

"I didn't think so much at the time! Uncle Shi, don't care." Nan Yu looked at the arrow: "Who wants to assassinate Uncle Shi?"

"I don't know!" Feng Zhixi picked up the black arrow: "A wooden arrow is still at the end of the crossbow. What do you mean?"

"Wooden arrow?" Nan Yu was surprised. He took the arrow and saw that the arrow was indeed made of wood: "Who would make an arrow with wood? Not to mention refined iron, at least it should be stone. Could it be that someone is joking? There is poison on the arrow." ?"

Feng Zhixi shook his head and took the arrow back: "The people who shoot arrows have extraordinary spiritual power. I didn't realize it when I was ten feet away. There are not many people in the world who have such archery skills."

"Uncle Master said." Nan Yu swallowed in surprise: "This person can't see us, but can still find the target?"

"Well." Feng Zhixi nodded: "It's not a difficult task. I'm just surprised why such an arrow was used for the assassination after all the deliberate efforts. Regardless of these, your wound should be replaced."

Applying the ointment to his chest with his cold fingers, Nan Yu couldn't help but tighten his body. Feng Zhixi's hands were white and slender, with well-defined joints but not protruding, very beautiful.

As Feng Zhixi touched the wound with his fingers, the pain and itchiness came, and the discomfort became worse. He coughed twice to cover up his uneasiness, saw his eyes resting on his waist in doubt, and hurriedly smiled: "That's not a scar, it's a birthmark .”

Feng Zhixi continued to apply the medicine.

"Uncle, what time is it?"

"It's almost dawn?"

"Master, are you all right?"

"not sleepy."

On a roof in the distance, a black figure stagnated for a long time, then retracted its bow and disappeared into the night.

The young man's skin trauma recovered quickly, and there were many doubts about the assassination, so it was not suitable to stay for a long time. The next day, the group set off and went back.

Nothing happened all the way. When they returned to Nangu, Naxuan came to an end. The third round of martial arts test was in full swing, supervised by Duan Zhu and Li Taotong, and the rest returned to their posts.

Feng Zhixi's account of the assassination cannot be spread, so other than suzerain Ming Que and Ming Lang, no one else knows about it.

Back in Nangu, Nan Yu's injury was almost healed. After Feng Zhixi asked Minglang to change his dressing regularly, he left Nangu and went to Kangdu.

The person who was traveling with him was Lord Ling Guang, who was shocked when he learned of the assassination, and said that he would go together to protect Feng Zhixi.

Ling Guangjun wore a golden robe, walked around the carriage, and then pulled up the reins and rode forward: "The barrier is pretty solid!"

"Yeah." Che Fengzhixi replied lazily.

Ming, however, was dissatisfied with Feng Zhixi's attitude, and complained: "Look, look, the majestic master of a sect will personally drive for you, this blessing is greater than the sky!"

"If you don't come out, how can you have a chance to show off your new clothes?"

"Ha!" Ling Guangjun didn't deny it: "That's true. I wear that red robe to look dark. I don't wear it and I don't have the rules. It's not easy to change into other clothes when no one is around. I said, it's over." Is there really no problem with the boundary, I suspect it is a life-threatening rope!"

"Why are you more nervous than me? It's just a wooden arrow!" Feng Zhixi said, "The person far away in Xiyuan is unlikely to be him?"

"Wooden Arrow, I... don't talk about it, let's talk about it in the temple!"

In the temple, Zhao Yi held the wooden arrow tightly, hiding his anger.

There were only two masters and apprentices in the room, so Feng Zhixi cut straight to the point: "Master knows who it is, right?"

Zhao Yi looked up at Feng Zhixi for a long time, then took a deep breath: "I don't know, I roughly guessed the person behind it."

Feng Zhixi felt that there must be something inside the matter: "Master, what's wrong with this wooden arrow?"

Zhao Yi was silent for a while, tried to speak a few times, but stopped again.Feng Zhixi Bingxue is smart, the more master is like this, it means that things are more difficult, including that person from the underworld named Yu Gewan who has always appeared in recent years, whether there is any connection in this.

"Master, tell me directly!"

"Yixi." Zhao Yi handed the wooden arrow to Feng Zhixi: "You take this arrow back and hand it over to Ming Que. He will throw it into the flames of Nangu and burn it. This is not an ordinary wooden arrow, this is Donghai Shenmu. It is extremely hard, although it is not fatal to iron arrows, but for you, it is something that must not be touched."

"Is it from Dongling?"

Zhao Yi shook his head noncommittally: "The people of Dongling are not good at archery. The evil spirit in your body is suppressed by this sacred tree. Once you shoot it, the consequences will be unimaginable. The other party wants to put you to death, so they found the sacred tree as a weapon." Arrow, what a painstaking effort!"

"I have never made any mistakes, nor have I made any enemies. Who wants to kill me?"

Zhao Yi heaved a long sigh: "Maybe it's fate, let me ask you on the night of the night, do you know your destiny?"

Feng Zhixi shook his head: "I can see the world, but I can't see clearly."

"Have the scars on your body hurt so much in recent years?"

"Fortunately, except Yinyue."

"Yi Xi, how do you view this world and the people in this world?"

Feng Zhixi looked at his master suspiciously: "Why does master ask this?"

"you answer me first."

"The disciple doesn't know how to answer, the master's question is too big."

"If one day the people in the world betray you, you will kill all the people in the world."

"What did Master say! God has the virtue of loving life, even if the world blames me and abandons me, I will not harm the world!"

"Go, be careful! Nangu Kemu, don't come out if you have nothing to do."

"Master!"

"Let nature take its course, destiny is irresistible."

"Master, I have one more thing to do."

"Go ahead."

"There is a yin man named Yugewan, who always appears by the disciple's side."

Zhao Yi's back froze, showing no emotion.

"Does the master know that this person is in a harmonious relationship with the disciple?"

"I don't know. You go!"

"Master still won't say it?" Feng Zhixi felt heavy, Zhao Yi in front of him seemed to know everything.

"Until the time comes, the secrets cannot be revealed."

"when?"

"When my life is dying." Zhao Yi flicked his sleeves and entered the back room, ignoring the people standing in the auditorium.

Feng Zhixi felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. Two years later, the master died at the age of 83. Will the truth of the assassination be revealed by then?

Seeing Feng Zhixi coming out with a pale face, Ling Guangjun at the door hurriedly raised the umbrella and moved it over: "What did Master say?"

Feng Zhixi said nothing, and went straight out.

"On the eve of the night, I'll treat you to some delicious food. It's hard to come out. How about we take a stroll around Kangdu City?"

"If you want to go shopping by yourself, I'm going back." Feng Zhixi didn't know where his nameless fire came from.

"Hey! You are really difficult to get along with!" Although Ling Guangjun muttered in his mouth, his hands and feet did not stop. The carriage drove out of Kangdu City and returned to Nangu.

☆、Meng Zhangjun

The matter of Nangu's selection was settled, and the disciples outside Zhu Yundian started to practice formally.

The disciples from Dongling entered Nangu, where they ate, lived, and practiced together with the disciples of the inner sect, and started a one-year study tour.

It is different from the past, the disciples of the Zongmen have always been excluded from study tours, and the elders in the residence will lead the team to hand over the scholarship.But the one who entered Nangu this time was actually the well-known suzerain of Dongling—Meng Zhangjun Jian Caiqin.

Nan Yu felt that Ling Guangjun was already a very particular person, and his clothes and accessories were all cumbersome and fancy.

It can be seen that the visitors in the Chiyan Palace are tall and handsome, although they are not stunning, they are also considered extraordinary.Especially after meticulous clothing carving, the cyan robe with dark embroidered golden dragon pattern is radiant and very beautiful.Standing in the Chiyan Palace, it is particularly eye-catching.Especially those slender peach blossom eyes, rippling in the waves, and expressing affection.

It was only then that Nan Yu understood why the sudden visit of Mr. Meng Zhang made Nangu's suzerain mess up, and after rummaging in the closet for a long time, he managed to put on a gorgeous purple-red robe, which not only kept Nangu's red-purple sect rules, but also He tried his best to compete with Jian Wanqing.

Ling Guangjun’s effort, when compared with that of Mengzhang Juntang, was instantly defeated: the cyan dragon robe is low-key and gorgeous, heavy but not stuffy, and compared with the gaudy purple-red fancy robe, it is of higher grade See you next time.

Ling Guangjun didn't think so in his heart. He felt that the autumn was evenly divided, and he was very pleased. He invited Meng Zhangjun to sit down and watch tea with the etiquette of the suzerain, and chat about the gossip of the sect.

Nan Yu and Ming Lang happened to have something to do in Chiyan Palace today, so they stayed here, accompanied by the side seats, and when Ling Guangjun introduced them, they stood up and greeted them politely.

Meng Zhangjun Jian Wanqing nodded to deal with it, absent-minded, frequently looked outside the hall: "Why don't you see Mr. Huanxi!"

Ming has a careless grin on the corner of his mouth, knowing what your plan is!

In the name of sending his disciples on a study tour, he actually came to harass Feng Zhixi.The love letters one after another made me sick, what: Dongling spring is red, you can go here.

What's more: I haven't seen you in a year, and I miss you very much. How is Jun'an?

...Although Feng Zhixi hadn't read it yet, Mr. Ling Guang couldn't bear his curiosity, so he opened it and read it, cursing while reading it.

The peach blossom eyes with a smile on his face naturally didn't know the slander of the people next to him, and he said to himself: "It's been a long time since I saw you!"

It's the eve of the return!But Ming's smile remained unchanged, and he continued to slander: Who allowed you to be so close? Is he very familiar with you? It's just that he picked off the plum blossoms and swept your face that day, so you just pretend to be affectionate and cling to it. Pooh!

It's not for the sake of so many beautiful clothes every year that I'm too lazy to greet you with a smile: "Mr. Huanxi is busy with things, I don't know where this meeting is! Sect Master Jian, don't be impatient. It's rare to visit Nangu, so we must stay a little longer Let Ming do his best to be a landlord."

"That's natural!"

Ah!You even kicked your nose on your face, I'm just being polite, you climb the pole very quickly!Ming almost cursed out.

No, I am the suzerain, and for the sake of the old friendship between the two sects for hundreds of years, I cannot turn my face away!But how can he be cured?If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears. Since he came here with his hot face licked, it seems that he still needs Feng Zhixi's cold ass. Pooh!No, Leng Ruo Bingshuang came to deal with it, and told him to retreat. Anyway, even if he had a falling out with Mr. Huanxi, Nan Gu would not blame him: "Mingming, go and see what your master is up to, please come over!"

However, Ling Guang Junming's dislike for Jian Wanqing, in addition to being entangled with Feng Zhixi, also hides an inexplicable jealousy, he can't help but look up and down Jian Wanqing's clothes secretly during the joke, trying to find some mistakes Come to satisfy your self-confidence.

But Dongling's clothing is famous all over the world. This Meng Zhangjun is so good that he is a clothes shelf, and he is extremely picky. How can he ignore the details?After looking up and down, there is nothing wrong with it.No, on the face, ha, he actually put powder on it!

Ming almost laughed out loud, majestic man, what's the matter with paint and makeup!I am better than others, except that I am a little shorter, and my skin is a little darker... Black spots are good, only black can be masculine.Ling Guangjun couldn't help puffing out his chest, and gave Jian Wan a meaningful smile.

Minglang took the order to go out, but Nan Yu felt uneasy.

He has heard about the old affairs between Meng Zhangjun and his junior uncle, and the character of this person is well known to the world. When the evening of the wind comes, will he be taken advantage of by him!Even just looking at Feng Zhixi with his peach blossom eyes made Nan Yu think it was blasphemy.

Not long after, a figure dressed in red appeared in the Chiyan Palace, Meng Zhangjun's peachy eyes lit up, and Nan Yu's heart tightened.

The person who came in was polite and thoughtful, and greeted Meng Zhangjun lukewarmly.

Jian Wan leaned up to meet him, but Ming took the first step and pulled Feng Zhixi to sit beside him: "Mr. Huanxi will give lectures in the afternoon!"

"no class!"

The corner of Ming's mouth twitched, didn't he understand what I meant?

Across the clear Jian Wan leaned his head towards Feng Zhixi to express his goodwill: "I haven't seen you in a year, Huanxi Junyue is so gorgeous! I really can't take my eyes off!"

Ming almost vomited, so he quickly took a sip of tea and suppressed it.

Nan Yu's eyes moved back and forth between Feng Zhixi and Jian Wanqing, Feng Zhixi was serious and his expression was as calm as water, and the smile on Jian Wanqing's face was about to ignite.To his frequent shivering and trembling, Feng Zhixi answered politely and calmly, and Nan Yu gradually felt at ease.

When it was time for the meal, the servant boy told the banquet that the banquet had been set up properly and they could move to the side hall.In order not to stand out, Ling Guangjun specially invited Li Taotong and Tai Niandong to accompany him, and Minglang sat around the table.

"Junior Brother Nan, let's eat in the cafeteria!" Ming Lang said with concern.

"I'm not hungry. It's rare for the Sect Master of Dongling to come here today. I'll serve you here with tea and water!" Nan Yu knew that he was not qualified for the table, but he just didn't want to leave.

"Sit down and eat together!" Feng Zhixi said lightly.

"Yes, together, we have a seat!" Ling Guangjun is a casual person, calling Nan Yu to sit down.

Feng Zhixi was cold in life, and there was another clear space between him and Meng Zhangjun. The other elders also sat on the other side. No one would take the initiative to sit beside him, and the seat next to him was vacant.

Nan Yu was also polite and sat down.

"Sect Master Ming's apprentice is quite interesting, he can talk!" Meng Zhangjun glanced at Nan Yu with a smile: "You still look so good!"

"Yeah, Nan Yu is good!" Someone praised his apprentice, but Ming was naturally happy: "Although he is young, he is very clever. His family is doing big business in the capital and has seen the world."

Feng Zhixi suddenly smiled, and quickly stopped smiling.Nan Yu knew what he was laughing at, looked at Feng Zhixi and couldn't help but smile.

This smile didn't matter, it opened Meng Zhangjun's eyes wide in amazement, as if he had discovered something novel: "This is the first time Wan Qing sees Mr. Huanxi smiling!"

Feng Zhixi coughed twice and recovered his expression.

As clever as Tai Niandong, he picked up the topic: "Sovereign Jian, I heard that there is a strange flower in Dongling, which can keep your face forever after eating. Could it be that you ate that flower, why don't you grow old after all these years? "

Jian Wanqin, who was in his early thirties, savored it for a long time, and didn't know whether Tai Niandong's words were a compliment or a mockery, so he could only chuckle lightly and said, "Master Tai is probably just hearing it, how can there be such a flower!"

"Sect Master Jian, they all say that the people of Dongling have good looks, but what good things did they bring on this trip, let Tao Tong see it!" Li Taotong said.

"There are really some, I will give it to Elder Li later."

"Sect Master Jian, do dragons often haunt the Qingmu Sea to the east of Dongling?"

"Sovereign Jane, you are not allowed to drink alcohol in the valley. I will offer you a toast with tea instead of wine. If you don't hurry to leave, I will invite you to have a drink tomorrow."

"Sovereign Jane,..."

......

In this way, the meal happily ended amidst Tai Niandong and Li Taotong's one-on-one inquiries, and Meng Zhangjun's back and forth answers.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't have a chance to say a few words with Feng Zhixi.

This is deliberately arranged!Nan Yu secretly admired Ming Que's sophistication, and also saw Tai Niandong's throughput in speaking, and Li Taotong's carelessness.

After the banquet, they went back to the main hall to drink tea and have a conversation. Lord Lingguang explained to Qingming that he placed Mengzhangjun Jian Wanqing in the Honghua Pavilion in the back mountain to rest.

"Red Flower Pavilion, great name!" Mr. Meng Zhang praised endlessly, and turned his gaze back to Feng Zhixi: "Why don't you ask Mr. Huanxi to lead the way?"

Everyone thought this was wishful thinking, and Feng Zhixi would definitely reject it.

"it is good!"

Everyone was stunned, thinking that they heard it wrong, that someone with a relationship cut the rotten peach blossoms for you all morning, and it was all in vain!Nan Yu's heart sank inexplicably.

"It just so happens that I have something to ask Meng Zhangjun for advice!" Feng Zhixi stood up and led the way with his expression still indifferent.

Several people in the main hall were left looking at each other.

Jian Wanqing was overjoyed, and followed Feng Zhixi: "Jian is really lucky to have Mr. Huanxi lead the way in person! This Red Flower Pavilion is really worthy of its name, look at how gorgeous the flowers in the courtyard are blooming! "

Feng Zhixi walked forward quickly, unintentionally took Jian Wanqing for a tour, entered the Red Flower Pavilion, turned around and asked lightly:

"Does Mr. Meng Zhang know about the East Sea Shenmu?"

"what?......"

Nan Yu returned to the bamboo house in a state of anxiety, neither sitting nor standing.I kept looking outside the house, and finally went out, lay down on the big stone at the intersection, looked up at the bamboo leaves falling in the wind, watched the birds flying through the forest, watched the tired birds return to their nests, and watched the dusk gradually deepen... ...until a voice came:

"What are you doing lying here?"

Nan Yu jumped up and stared at Feng Zhixi.

"What about you, the dew is so heavy, won't you be afraid of catching cold if you lie here?"

"Finished?"

"what?"

"Have you finished talking with that rotten peach blossom?" Nan Yu was uncontrollably stiff.

"Pay attention to your tone of voice!" Feng Zhixi was a little displeased, and turned to leave: "Go back and read if you have nothing to do!"

"Uncle Master!"

Feng Zhixi stopped and looked back, frowning at the boy with an inexplicable temper: "What else?"

"Uncle Shi knows that that person has bad intentions for you, but you are still alone in the room with him! What on earth are you thinking?"

Feng Zhixi's eyes darkened.

"Could it be that Uncle Master has that kind of meaning towards him?" Nan Yu immediately regretted the words.

"Nangong Yu!" Feng Zhixi scolded angrily, gave Nan Yu a sharp look, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Nan Yu slapped herself on the mouth, sorry!

☆, Yinyue

In the next few days, Feng Zhixi never asked Nan Yu to go to Meiyuan again.

Nan Yu didn't take the initiative to enter the bamboo sea either.

Minglang sent him a bunch of books and asked him to read them when he was free, but Nan Yu didn't know if that meant Feng Zhixi.

On weekdays, apart from practicing sword with Duan Zhu, Nan Yu drew the bow with Li Taotong, and went back to the bamboo house to read at night. He quickly finished reading the books sent by Minglang. Nan Yu also maintained that habit, he memorized the book by heart, and even made notes, his junior uncle never summoned him, maybe the book was really just sent by Minglang himself, maybe the person in the bamboo sea was really angry I don't want to talk to him anymore.

In his spare time, Tai Niandong would often take Nan Yu to run errands, and both of them couldn't walk well, so his Qinggong improved rapidly.

Every morning before going out, or returning at dusk, Nan Yu intentionally or unintentionally stayed in front of the bamboo sea, but he never saw Feng Zhixi.

Because Mr. Meng Zhang was bored, after a few days, he couldn't see the wind, and he didn't bother to chat with Mr. Ling Guang, so he returned to Dongling early.

In a blink of an eye, July is almost halfway through.

Nan Yu could no longer control the uneasiness and guilt in Nai's heart, and finally walked towards Meiyuan cheekily.

"Junior Brother Nan, why are you here?" Ming Lang was a little strange seeing Nan Yu.

"Brother, can't I come?"

"No, I mean you haven't been here for a long time, it's been half a month, isn't it, what's the matter?"

"Let him out!" Feng Zhixi's words came from inside the house.

No, I came here on my own initiative, are you still angry?

Nan Yu had mixed feelings in his heart, he stood at the door and did not leave: "Master Uncle, are you still angry with me?"

There was silence in the room.

"Junior Brother Nan, please come back later, Master is going to retreat!" Ming Lang changed his usual calm expression, and his face was still a little nervous: "Master...not angry with you."

"Uncle Master has neglected me for almost a month, should I calm down?" Nan Yu stared at the closed door: "It's my disciple who offended Master Uncle with his words. I'll bear it if I beat or scold you."

"You go, I don't blame you!" Feng Zhixi's voice floated.

Nan Yu's spiritual power at this time is not what it used to be. Hearing the strangeness in the room, he simply lifted his robe and knelt at the door: "Since the uncle does not blame the disciple, please open the door to see me! I ask Ann, I will leave."

"Junior Brother Nan, why are you so stubborn!" Ming Lang became a little anxious, and grabbed him with his hands: "Master is really going to retreat, you should go!"

Feng Zhixi's breath was wrong, and Qingming was also abnormal.

There was no sound in the room for a long time, Ming Lang exerted all his strength, but he couldn't move Nan Yu, and looked at the door helplessly: "Master... Junior Brother Nan..."

There was no response from the house.

While Minglang hesitated, Nan Yu suddenly stood up and broke in.

He was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of him.

"... Uncle Master!"

On the evening of the Huanxi Junfeng who was picking plums in the snow, the person who looked like a flower in the mirror and the moon in the water was curled up in a corner of the room at this moment, his face was pale, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were scarlet like fire, and he glared angrily at Nan who barged in. Yu, gritted his teeth for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Nan Yu's mind buzzed, he lost all thoughts, and stepped forward to support the trembling Feng Zhixi: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Feng Zhixi ignored him, slowly pushed his hand away, and said with difficulty: "See you, let's go!"

Is it possible for Nan Yu to leave?

Looking back at Mingming: "Is Master Uncle sick? What's going on? Is there any medicine?"

Minglang looked at his master and remained silent.

"Senior brother Ming, you said that it's all like this. Is uncle sick? If you don't make it clear, I won't leave!" Nan Yu was sweating anxiously, and turned around to find that there were several fires burning in the room. Second stove fire: "It's a hot day, why burn so many stoves, do you want to roast people to death?"

Feng Zhixi's face became more and more weak and ugly, except for his sharp eyes, he was almost weak and weak, frowning and slightly nodded towards Minglang, and then Minglang said: "Master is the poison of the bardo, every year in mid-July, there will be Invaded by the evil spirit, the whole body feels cold."

Nan Yu shook Feng Zhixi's hand, and it was bitingly cold: "Why is it not warm? Isn't this a fire? Is it useless, uncle, are you wearing too thin clothes? No, you have to go to bed and lie down. Cover it with a quilt."

"I... have been lying down for a whole day." Feng Zhixi was weak.

Unable to tell Feng Zhixi, Nan Yu hugged him onto the bed, pulled the quilt over and covered Feng Zhixi tightly.

Feng Zhixi had nothing to do with him at this moment, he could only close his eyes and frown tightly.

"Junior Brother Nan, it's useless!" Ming Lang watched anxiously as Nan Yu was busy moving the stove and adding quilts: "It's said to be evil spirits, and open fires can't keep warm. It's cold from the inside out, wearing a No matter how much it is, it won't help, the most is to go to the Yinyang Pool to take a dip every day, and it won't last long, and it will hurt the skin if soaked for a long time."

Nan Yu paused: "Is there no other way?"

Minglang shook his head helplessly: "I can only endure it. After these five days, I will be back to normal."

Thousands of thoughts surged in Nan Yu's heart, what kind of evil spirit would make a person cold like this: "Can I take medicine? The pill you often take, uncle, is to resist evil spirit, right? Have you eaten it? By the way, uncle, you can use your internal energy, how about you gather energy to protect your body?"

Feng Zhixi in the quilt simply turned over and faced him, ignoring him no more.

"The evil spirit in Master's body has restrained his internal strength." Ming Lang said.

Nan Yu felt a chill in his heart. No wonder he couldn't feel any spiritual power when he was holding Feng Zhixi's hand just now. Could it be that he lost all his cultivation at this moment?

"Junior Brother Nan, you have seen and seen, you can go!" Ming Lang stepped forward: "Also, the matter is very important, what you saw today, you must not talk about it outside!"

"If you want me not to say it, there is only one way." Nan Yu stared at the bed: "I will stay and take care of my uncle! Brother Ming, go get busy!"

Although Nan Yu felt ashamed for the past half a month, she also felt that Feng Zhixi was making too much of a fuss, because she said something wrong and ignored it. Although she came to Meiyuan today to apologize, she was full of grievances in her heart. to this scene.

He just realized how naive he was.

In a trance, Mingming seemed to see the domineering young man on the streets of Kangdu in the past: "It's useless if you stay!"

"I don't care, at least someone should accompany him!" Nan Yu actually didn't know what he could do if he stayed. Although the person on the bed turned his back to him, he could still feel the slight tremor of Feng Zhixi: "Uncle, does this happen every year?"

"Brought in the mother's womb, it has been like this for 21 years."

Nan Yu felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, 21 years!

To have to suffer like this every year, what kind of pain is that, it can make such an upright and upright person like Feng Zhixi so embarrassed!

No wonder he avoided seeing him during this period of time. It turned out that he was not angry with himself at all, but hid in this place, enduring unknown torments.

Nan Yu was sweating profusely from the burning fire in the room, so he took off his outer robe.

Looking at Minglang, the latter looked helpless and worried.

For Minglang, even lighting a few fires in the house is better than seeing his master being tortured while he is powerless!

"Senior Brother Ming, go and get busy with your business! I'll stay here and not go anywhere." Nan Yu said.

Minglang stood for a while, then sighed deeply: "Then I'll go and come back."

Nan Yu walked to the bed and sat down: "How does Master feel?"

He knew Feng Zhixi couldn't sleep at all.

No one answered.

"Uncle Master!"

Still no response.

Seeing that the quilt was shaking violently, Nan Yu lifted it up and saw that Feng Zhixi's body was curled up like paper, his teeth were clenched, his lips turned purple, and he was unable to speak...

Nan Yu turned pale with fright. Is it useless to cover such a thick quilt?

A weak voice burst out from the jaws of Feng Zhixi: "You... get out!"

"Is it cold? Uncle, is it still cold?"

Feng Zhixi didn't speak, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

Nan Yu's heart twitched, she lay down on the bed and hugged Feng Zhixi from behind.

Feng Zhixi was startled: "What are you doing?"

Nan Yu didn't speak, but hugged him tightly, holding his icy cold hand in her own, letting the bone-piercing cold current erode her palm.

He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't just watch Feng Zhixi look like this, but he didn't do anything.

Feng Zhixi curled up and remained motionless, the recklessness and ferocity of the young man defeated the defense line of the elders he had worked so hard to build, and he couldn't even raise the strength to curse. Feel ashamed and embarrassed by the warmth.

The body gradually sank, the back gradually warmed up, a heat flow flowed from the fingers to the whole body, and the feeling of being in an ice cave gradually eased.

Feng Zhixi only had a vague consciousness, and tried his best to control himself: don't lose your composure in front of your disciples.

The loneliness and coldness that he had been accustomed to for more than twenty years, was enveloped by Nan Yu's sudden warmth, his body was full of sinister aura, and his body was like a furnace behind him, but his heart was confused and his consciousness was confused in this mingling of ice and fire.

The evening of the wind that sees through the fate of the world, but cannot see through oneself.As he got older, the evil spirit in his body became stronger year by year, and he had already prepared for the worst.

But at this moment, his reason was angry at Nan Yu's behavior, but his body didn't listen to him. In a trance, even longing for and greedy for this strange warmth, after being tortured by the evil spirit for several nights without sleep, his consciousness was warming. My mind gradually blurred, quiet...

Although Minglang left Meiyuan, he was still worried, and returned after hastily handling the affairs.

Seeing Nan Yu took a fan and squatted at the door to fan it to cool off.

"Senior brother Ming is here!" Nan Yu smiled at him: "I almost died of heat in the room!"

Minglang looked at his feet, several fires were brought out: "Master... how is he?"

"Fall asleep!" Nan Yu said.

Minglang was startled: "Sleeping? Could it be that he passed out again!" As he spoke, he wanted to rush in, but Nan Yu grabbed him.

"Damn you! I saw him come out when he was in a deep sleep, don't go in and make noise, it looks like he hasn't slept in a long time!" Nan Yu continued to fan the wind: "It's so hot!"

Mingming just stood there in a daze, whether he entered or not.

Asleep, how is this possible?

In the past few days of each year, Feng Zhixi is suffering from unbearable cold and pain. Not to mention sleeping, it is extremely difficult to even maintain a normal state. Now, he actually fell asleep?

What method did Nan Yu use.

"By the way, Senior Brother Ming, is there any rice in the small kitchen?" Nan Yu waved his hand and shouted as soon as he entered the kitchen: "I'll go! How long has this been unused? It's all covered with spider webs."

......

When Feng Zhixi woke up, it was already dark outside, how long did he sleep for?

For the first time in my life, I fell asleep in the extremely cloudy moon.

Feng Zhixi lifted the quilt and got up, but Nan Yu was nowhere to be seen in the room. When he opened the door, he was squatting in front of the small stove.

"Uncle Master is awake!" Nan Yu raised his head and smiled, stirring the crock pot diligently: "The small kitchen is too messy, I will clean it up tomorrow, so I can only make porridge for you with this stove."

"What time is it?"

Nan Yu looked up at the sky: "It's Hai time! Are you hungry?"

I actually slept for so long!Feng Zhixi looked a little embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. He looked at Nan Yu who was concentrating on cooking porridge: "You...stay here all the time?"

"Yeah." Nan Yu filled a bowl of porridge, brought it into the room and put it on the table to cool: "Anyway, it's okay, I found some ingredients, Master Uncle will try it later, the porridge I cook is better than Brother Ming."

Feng Zhixi moved to sit at the table, Nan Yu brought the porridge in front of him, Feng Zhixi took a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"How?" Nan Yu looked concerned.

Feng Zhixi hummed.

"Huh, what is it? Is it delicious or not?" Nan Yu asked anxiously.

"It's okay!" Feng Zhixi took another bite. In all fairness, compared to Qingming, this porridge is not only much more delicious, but the key is the special taste in it, which is thick but not greasy, and has a delicate fragrance.

After taking the first bite, Feng Zhixi already applauded in his heart, but the surface was still calm.

"Uncle Master, is this praising me?" Nan Yu showed a smile and began to claim credit: "You don't know that I have traveled all over the sect for this bowl of porridge. First of all, this pot is very particular. There is rice, it can’t be too new or too old, vegan has no taste, and it can’t be greasy, so I use bone broth to stew it. I also went to the bamboo forest to find bamboo fungus and mushrooms to make it fresher. Don’t look at this Ordinarily, a bowl of porridge is troublesome!"

"Thank you!" Feng Zhixi raised his eyes and smiled.

"Hey, it's not hard, as long as the uncle thinks it's delicious, I'll make it for you every day!" Nan Yu wanted to pry that sentence out of his mouth: "Is it delicious? Uncle."

"Ok!"

"Is it good or not!" Nan Yu stared at Feng Zhixi.

Feng Zhixi stopped his movements, this kid is playing a rascal!If he doesn't say yes today, he won't let it go.

It's hard for him to guard him for a day and a night, and even run all over the mountains and plains, he has a heart: "Okay!"

Nan Yu smiled brightly, just because of this word, it was worth running and breaking his legs: "Another bowl?"

"No, that's enough!" The bowl in Feng Zhixi's hand had already been taken away.

Nan Yu came in again with a bowl full of porridge: "This porridge doesn't bloat my stomach. Uncle Master must have not eaten properly for several days. Come, eat some more."

After finishing two bowls of porridge, when Nan Yu was about to serve the third bowl, Feng Zhixi dragged the bowl to death and refused to eat any more, so Nan Yu just gave up.

Feng Zhixi: "It's getting late, you go back and rest!"

Nan Yu thought to herself, who would start pushing people away when they were full: "I'll just sleep here."

Feng Zhixi was stunned: "You... what are you doing here? I'm fine."

"Stop lying to me! Brother Ming said that today's Zhongyuan is very yin, and it is also the most difficult night for my uncle. I want to stay here to prevent my uncle from fainting."

"..." Mingming, you have a big mouth.

Nan Yu changed his smiling face: "Uncle, don't be brave. With a ready-made stove like mine, you are willing to suffer from the evil spirit. Isn't that stupid?"

"How to talk!" Feng Zhixi was a little unhappy.

"Uncle Master now has the strength to lose his temper, which proves to be really useful. Besides, I'm not afraid of you freezing me, but you still think I'm warming you!" Nan Yu said more and more shamelessly.

Feng Zhixi was very angry, and he was not easy to attack. It was indeed because of him that he was able to sleep peacefully for a day, no matter how others helped him.

Not only did he speak inappropriately, but his behavior was even more absurd. Nan Yu yawned, took off his robe, walked quickly to the bed, kicked his boots and got on the bed: "I'll warm up the uncle first. Quilt, whenever you are cold and sleepy, you can come to sleep, just hug me, don't be polite."

Feng Zhixi only missed fainting on the spot.

Nan Yu slept until midnight, and didn't feel anyone beside her. Looking up, Feng Zhixi in the night was curled up on the couch in front of the tea table.

☆、Red Flame Cave

You are so polite!

Nan Yu felt that a certain person was living too awkwardly, and he insisted on humiliating himself despite the ready-made warmth.

With a helpless sigh, he got out of bed and picked up the cold Feng Zhixi all over his body, and threw him on the bed until