[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

Yuanzhizheng 21st Winter-Xiaoxue-Mood: Σ(っ°Д°;)っI feel that Zhang Wuji practicing martial arts is like eating and drinking, and his gold fingers are really wide open.

Envy, jealousy, hate, not happy.

I also want golden fingers.

Don't want AI to wilt as soon as it meets the protagonist.

Want the golden finger that reveals its domineering aura and kills gods and gods against the sky in minutes.

Fuck, thinking about it, I feel a little chicken jelly.

Boss, what do you think?

As expected of Zhang Wuji with excellent martial arts talent.

Nine Suns Divine Art, which is said to be a top-notch skill that people spend their entire lives studying hard, he began to practice with great interest after just looking at it for a while.

——I don’t worry about what goes wrong in practice.

Shen Jingbing thought maliciously, this kind of obvious human winner was indeed hated by others.

During the days when Zhang Wuji practiced martial arts, Shen Jingbing began to frantically try to lighten up his cooking skills.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes feeling refreshed after running a big circle.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Jingbing looking at the fish in his hand as if facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Jingbing felt that if he fell down, he would stand up from there. The first thing he tried to do here was grilled fish, but now he naturally has trouble with grilled fish.

Although he has already eaten the grilled fish, but this does not prevent him from attacking the fat fish at the bottom of the valley.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes every day these days and saw Shen Jingbing grilling fish, the cave was filled with a strong smell of fish and something burnt.

He watched Shen Jingbing staring at the fish stuck in the branch in his hand like an enemy, and couldn't help swallowing.

The taste of Shen Jingbing's roasted food can definitely make a normal person collapse easily.

Who knows how this person did it, maybe he is really not suitable for this, just like some people can't learn martial arts no matter what.

"Brother Shen." Zhang Wuji stood up, took the grilled fish from Shen Jingbing's hand, and said with a wry smile: "It's freezing cold, Brother Shen, don't go to the lake to catch fish, this cave is full of fishy smell."

Shen Jingbing sniffed at the words, but he didn't smell anything. He touched his nose, thinking that it might be because he got used to it after staying in the cave for a long time.

Can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Wuji. The boy's health has improved a lot these days, and he didn't feel stiff and shivering like before in this severe winter.

The blue and black under his eyes disappeared a lot, and finally there was some rosy color on his face, which was completely different from what Shen Jingbing saw when he came back.

"How do you feel?" Shen Jingbing couldn't help asking Zhang Wuji even though he knew that there would be no problems after practicing the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu.

"Very good, the cold poison has indeed subsided a lot." Zhang Wuji smiled, he turned over the grilled fish in his hand, and looked at Shen Jingbing with a gentle expression.

Shen Jingbing couldn't understand the tenderness on the other party's face at all, seeing that he was sure, she breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder.

Then he counted with his fingers and said: "In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve."

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, he looked at Shen Jingbing, and said: "If brother Shen doesn't want to celebrate the New Year in this valley, let's leave and go to the town to celebrate."

"Let's talk about it after you finish practicing." Shen Jingbing stretched his waist, "But you, if you feel that the bottom of the valley is lonely, we will leave today, and maybe we can reach Wudang before the end of January."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji shook his head, "Going back to Wudang like this will definitely make Grand Master and the others worry. Besides, Wudang is so powerful that Chinese New Year must be very noisy. It's better to spend a clean New Year at the bottom of this valley or in a small town. .”

"How do you talk!" Shen Jingbing gritted her teeth, "The Chinese New Year should be lively and lively. The whole family will be reunited and watch the New Year's Eve dinner together. Otherwise, why would it be called the Chinese New Year?"

Looking at Shen Jingbing's appearance, Zhang Wuji smiled, but he didn't say anything after all.

"There shouldn't be any people from the rivers and lakes in the small town around Zuowang Peak. Even if there were, you probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart with your appearance." In fact, many people have only heard the names of Zhang Wuji's parents, and have never seen them face to face. , let alone met Zhang Wuji, Shen Jingbing pondered for a while, reached out and took away the grilled fish that was almost grilled in Zhang Wuji's hand, put it aside, and said, "Let's go out to celebrate the New Year!"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback by the other party's action of saying that wind is rain, but immediately laughed out loud.

Shen Jingbing is a person who likes to be lively, but even so, she stayed with him in this clean valley for so long. This friendship made Zhang Wuji feel very ironic.

The town is more youthful than when he came here.

Red lanterns, red paper blessings, Spring Festival couplets pasted by the door, and houses with many bright red peppers hanging in front of the door.

At first glance, I feel very festive.

The children were dressed in round clothes, running on the snow-covered street with some snacks given by the adults in their hands, their laughter was clear and crisp, with the softness and immaturity unique to children.

There is a snowman piled up at the door of many people, big or small, and many have made decorations.

Shen Jingbing looked at everything in front of her, her eyes sparkling.

Zhang Wuji looked at Shen Jingbing staring at the snowman, laughed out loud, and said, "If brother Shen likes it, we can make one too."

Shen Jingbing's eyes lit up, and she turned her head to look at Zhang Wuji, but in the end she pursed her mouth, and reprimanded: "How old are you, and you still only care about playing, what a shame!"

Even if you want to play, I won't accompany you!

I am a man with high-end western style, low-key luxury and connotation!

Why would you want to play with making a snowman! o(^｀)o

Zhang Wuji looked at him with a smile.

Shen Jingbing snorted and turned to look for the inn.

At the end of the year, the business of the inn was not very good, and most of the staff and cooks went home to celebrate the New Year, leaving only the cashier and shopkeeper here to welcome guests.

Shen Jingbing and Zhang Wuji opened two upper rooms, and asked the shopkeeper to prepare some food, and help him buy some clothes suitable for teenagers, and the two took a comfortable hot bath.

Zhang Wuji, who had been a savage for more than half a year, finally regained his pale and dark complexion. After some care, he reappeared in front of Shen Jingbing. He was just a gentle and handsome young man.

Shen Jingbing looked at Zhang Wuji, and lamented how many girls would be deceived after his cold poison completely disappeared.

"Go to practice after eating." Shen Jingbing said vaguely while eating the hot meal, "Go back to Wudang as soon as possible to report that you are safe."

Zhang Wuji paused when he heard the words, and asked casually: "Brother Shen is not with me?"

"No." Shen Jingbing shook his head.

Staying with Zhang Wuji for too long, Lancelot will definitely become arrogant again.

Shen Jingbing slightly weighed the importance of Lancelot and Zhang Wuji, and finally compromised under Lancelot's lust.

Zhang Wuji's face darkened, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

Shen Jingbing picked up a chopstick dish and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you full?"

"Brother Shen is not with me?" Zhang Wuji asked again.

Shen Jingbing didn't know why, so he nodded honestly and replied, "Not with you."

Zhang Wuji reached out to grab Shen Jingbing's hand, leaned over, staring at him with dark eyes.

Shen Jingbing shuddered when he saw it. A person who practiced martial arts faced someone who had never practiced before, and the momentum alone overwhelmed the opponent by a large margin.

Zhang Wuji's shadow shrouded, Shen Jingbing felt a little stiff and overwhelmed by the oppressive feeling.

"Brother Shen..." Zhang Wuji looked at Shen Jingbing who was leaning back and wanted to avoid him, his eyes became deeper, and then he paused word by word: "You want to leave me alone?"

Shen Jingbing stopped breathing.