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Nan Siyuan, who was silent at the side, didn't change his expression. He had expected that Nan Zheng would do this.

"This...thanks to the real person for his kindness. I'll come when I'm free." Yun Jing was extremely embarrassed. She knew about the entanglements of the previous generation, but she couldn't refuse her elders.

"Let's send it here." It was Jing Rong who stopped the awkward chat between the old and the young.

After the two parties bid farewell, Jing Rong took Yun Jing and the others down the mountain. The weather turned fine today, and the mountain fog that stretched over the past few days has also thinned a lot. The bright sunlight shines on the mountain road, and Zhongnan Mountain seems to be getting warmer. sign.

Yun Jing hopped and led the way, and Mo Lingyun, who ran to others before going down the mountain and picked other fruits in the orchard on the mountain, walked steadily. If he didn't take two steps, he would have a lot of oranges in his hand. Jing Rong would not have noticed this. .

Now that Jing Rong looked at him, Mo Lingyun was not guilty, and smiled happily at Jing Rong, and even shook the peeled orange in his hand, asking: "Master, do you want to eat oranges?"

The corners of Jing Rong's lips curved slightly, and she refused, "No need, just share some with Xiao Jing and the others."

"Okay, don't take me for stealing oranges." Yun Jing, who turned back after hearing the sound, was gearing up.

"I'm not afraid of your hard work, little uncle." Mo Lingyun said with a straight face, "Little uncle, stretch out your hand."

Yunjing stretched out his hand, and Mo Lingyun touched the jade pendant in his arms and slowly shook it, shaking Yunjing's hand with an orange.

Although Yunjing is greedy, but at the moment, he is also immersed in the matter. Mo Lingyun actually used Jingrong's storage space to store oranges. Is the jade pendant sent to nephew Ling Yun?!"

Jing Rong hummed.

"What's the matter?" Mo Lingyun didn't notice anything wrong.

"Did you know? This is the largest magic weapon stored in our sect." Yun Jing gestured. Brother Jing Rong is really rich, so he gave away such a precious magic weapon as soon as he said it.

"Really?" Mo Lingyun was still smiling, probably because he didn't understand the value of the magical artifact stored, let alone that there are a lot of rare treasures in this magical artifact, and any one of them can cause trouble in the cultivation world. scramble.

Yun Jing only thought that Jing Rong gave the jade pendant, never thought that Jing Rong had allocated half of his own treasury to Mo Lingyun.

Walking to a secluded and open place at the foot of the mountain, Lin Xiangang summoned the magic weapon for boating, when Mo Lingyun muttered: "Can't we control the sword?"

"You know how to control the sword?" Yun Jing ate oranges.

"I can rub against Master." Mo Lingyun moved closer to Jing Rong's side, as if he was favored by Master and felt confident.

Yun Jing peeled a piece of orange peel and threw it at him, "It's so cold, Yu Jian, do you want to freeze to death on the road? Besides, Yu Jian is not as fast as a magic weapon for sailing a boat."

"So that's how it is." Mo Lingyun seemed to have realized something.

They arrived at Xuantianzong at night, Jing Rong didn't delay Mo Lingyun's plan to rest, and said: "It's late at night, let's rest quickly."

He has gained something from this Hundred Classics Feast, but his heart is even more confused, the sun and the moon are meaningless to him, just like the position of the peak leader and the young suzerain; clearly the treasure that others desire And status, in his eyes, often has the illusion of being forced.

Just like Lingxiao Sword...

Jing Rong spread out his hands, and the Ling Xiao Sword was released from the storage space and transformed into his hands.

This Lingxiao Sword is one of the most treasured treasures of the Xuantian Sect. Its appearance is not very outstanding. Its main color is silver gray. It is as simple as other swords with a scabbard, sword body, hilt, and even a sword tassel. None, but it is a high-grade magic weapon, and can even carry the spiritual power injection of Mahayana monks. Although there are no Mahayana monks in the world, I am afraid.

Guard the Lingxiao Sword...

Since the day Jing Rong took over the Ling Xiao Sword, he has carried the shackles of morality and responsibility on his back. As soon as he holds this long sword in his hand, he dare not forget the promise he made for a moment.

Is it honor or shackles?Jing Rong couldn't tell, but since he made a promise, it was his duty to fulfill it.

At the end of November, Xuantianzong’s cold winter has come. When the wind blows during the day, it’s like being stabbed with pain and shaking. Various courses have also been suspended as early as October. Now Mo Lingyun can live happily Jing Rong saw that Mo Lingyun went out to farm early every day and returned empty-handed.

After Ning Qing returned to the sect, he closed the test. It is said that it was to prepare for breaking through the late stage of Golden Core; Ning Qing is only 28 or [-] years old now, and he will reach the late stage of Golden Core. A peerless name.

Yun Jing was sent to the formation again by Qingxuan Daoist carrying a talisman, and it was not known if he would be released before the New Year's Eve.

I don't remember which day it was, when it snowed in the Northern Territory, Mo Lingyun also put away his last batch of vegetables, and mysteriously told Jing Rong what to look out for at night.

It was a cold night, and the Lingxiao Hall was filled with warm light, and the charcoal fire was quietly burning. Mo Lingyun held the pendant and confidently invited: "Master, come and see!"

"Huh?" Jing Rong approached, and Mo Lingyun stuffed the jade pendant into Jing Rong's hand. It was the jade pendant that Jing Rong had given him earlier. Since this magical artifact contained the spiritual power of the two of them, Jing Rong would naturally be able to do it. The one who opened it didn't know what Ling Yun put in it, so that he was so excited to ask him to take a look.

Jing Rong took the jade pendant and poured spiritual energy into it. In the next moment, there was a pile of radishes and cabbage in front of him, as well as various ingredients such as red hot peppers and round taro. The rare treasures that used to occupy most of the storage space were pushed away by Mo Lingyun and piled up in the corner.

Really, quite a surprise.

When Jing Rong regained his composure, Mo Lingyun was beside him happily saying, "How is it? Isn't it too much! It's enough for me until the Chinese New Year!"

"Very good." Jing Rong smiled lightly, this storage space is like a vacuum storage environment, it is really suitable for storing Chinese cabbage.

Mo Lingyun took back the jade pendant cheerfully, and asked casually, "Master, won't you retreat for this year's festival?"

"No." Jing Rong responded.

"Then shall we watch the New Year together?"

"it is good."

The northern border is covered with snow, and a wisp of cooking smoke rises from the Hall of Lingxiao, igniting the fireworks for this day. Mo Lingyun is enthusiastically cutting cabbage. It is very cold today, and he wants to make some dumplings and glutinous rice balls for the festival. Jing Rong is a vegetarian again Yes, Mo Lingyun rummaged through the storage space and simply made cabbage dumplings.

With his hands, he can always make flowers from simple ingredients, and he is also handy in rolling dumpling wrappers; Being able to sit aside and watch without saying a word, it's not that he didn't want to help, but.

Rolling dumpling wrappers, what kind of strange shape is this?Knead?He didn't know why Mingming suddenly flew in front of his hands, and was almost splashed with flour. If Mo Lingyun hadn't pulled him, he would have chopped up the unwashed cabbage and cabbage roots together. Order leaves fly in his hair.

Jing Rong who was pulled aside by Mo Lingyun didn't say a word, Mo Lingyun looked down at him, the hair in front of him was a little messed up, and there was some glutinous rice flour on his face, compared with his usual appearance, it seemed much more A bit of human fireworks.

Mo Lingyun reached out to wipe off the flour on Jing Rong's face, and laughed out loud, "Master, please sit still, I will take care of these things."

So, Jing Rong sat and watched Mo Lingyun finish the whole process, and had to admit that he might not be very talented when it comes to cooking.

Mo Lingyun didn't put stuffing in the glutinous rice balls, that is, larger balls, soaked in the hot soup of brown sugar, round and delicious; he didn't make more dumplings, after all, Yun Jing and Ning Qing retreated one after another. People who can eat what Tianzong makes are also Jingrong.

There was snow falling outside the window, and the dumplings and glutinous rice balls on the table were steaming. Mo Lingyun put the bowl down and rubbed his hands, saying, "It's really cold this year."

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year." Jing Rong took a sip of the soup, it wasn't sweet, and the brown sugar Mo Lingyun put was just right.

"But if it's too cold, it's easy to freeze people to death, and the crops are also easy to freeze to death." Mo Lingyun held the soup bowl, more like warming his hands. He looked out through the window, and the snow was falling. , I saw that distant lonely mountain, standing forever, and when the ice and snow melted?

The Spring Festival is approaching, and every place in the four regions has its own way to celebrate the festival.

Bianyangtian has been quite lively recently, Yan Huai picked up a junior for nothing on the way back to Bianyangtian from Zhongnan Mountain.

Yan Huai didn't recognize this junior, but Shu Huayan was still 'forced' to admit Qin Muzhi. After all, they were naive and lacked doctors, and Qin Muzhi also seemed to have two brushes. He said: "Senior brother looks a bit Deficiency."

"Qi deficiency—where is the deficiency—?" Shu Huayan changed his tone.

"Qi deficiency is deficiency, not kidney deficiency." Qin Muzhi saw through the essence of Shu Huayan.

"Oh..." Shu Huayan sounded a little disappointed.

"This spiritual power has been consumed a bit too much, and it hasn't recovered yet." Qin Muzhi pinched his fingers thoughtfully. He was kicked down the mountain by his master to join his brother. His master said harsh words. Just find a place to hang yourself.

He asked his brother if he had any characteristics, and the master answered him with a dark face: "The one who looks the best, but the one who is the most vicious."

At that moment Qin Muzhi was startled, vicious?The problem is that he doesn't understand anything, isn't the master asking him to deliver food?

But after seeing Yan Huai himself, Qin Muzhi realized that his senior brother was just too cold.

In another day, the bustle of welcoming the New Year has never affected the courtyard of the mansion. Yan Huai had a dream. In his dream, it was a long, dark river that never changed. In the boundless sky, it is clearly flowing, but Yan Huai feels that it is a river of death.

Yan Huai has never drowned in the water, and there has never been a creature other than him in his dreams for decades, only the endless loneliness floods the surrounding fields; The distance between them is not so important anymore, for him, it makes no difference.

He is always too indifferent, he has no intention of chasing after the memory of the banquet, he has no intention of chasing after the master doesn't like it, money and power are meaningless, beauty has nothing to do, if there is anything in this world that can make him stubborn, it may be his cleanliness This is wrong.