After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Wu Nong twitched the corner of his mouth, and the breath around him lowered the temperature to another level.

Qi Ling didn't seem to care about his appearance, and said: "Look at you, the old man laughed."

"Young people... Tolerance is a good thing, a good thing." The old man couldn't see the two people, just listened to their conversation, and sighed in his heart, how young and energetic.

It was already evening in Xuntang, and the sky was gradually darkening. It was still more than an hour before it was completely dark, and the surrounding stalls had already started to pack their things and go home.

Qi Ling thought to himself: Isn't there a night market in Xuntang?

The old man picked up his crutches, coughed a few times and said, "Young man, find an inn to stay earlier, Li Da is going to a funeral tonight, so he can't stay outside."

Qi Ling: "Is that... the one who fell into the water while delivering the goods?"

The old man nodded, and left with a cane, "Hurry up and find a place to stay."

Only Qi Ling and Wu Nong were left standing in place.

Wu Nong turned dark and didn't say a word, turned and left after a while.

Qi Ling wanted to call him back, but thinking that Wu Nong was still angry, it was better not to provoke him.He sat down at the side, and waited until his stomach growled before he remembered that all the money was with Wu Nong.

They have no money, and no one treats them as cultivators.Qi Ling could only sit aside and wait for Wu Nong to come back.

At the same time, it is also the team waiting for Li Da's funeral.

There was no sun, and the wind at night was even colder than in the evening, Qi Ling shivered and sat down in his seat.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet and lifeless. The lights of every house were turned off, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and only the cold moonlight shone on the Xuntang River with a piercing white light.

Qi Ling clutched his stomach that hadn't eaten, and subconsciously thought of Wu Nong.

The man didn't know where he went.Did you say he likes him?Just leave the person he likes in place to drink the northwest wind?

He doesn't have spiritual power, what if he is captured by some bad guy?

What if he met a drunk who liked his face?

What if he really met Li Da's funeral team, and he couldn't beat those people?

What if... what if I meet Li Gui? !

When Qi Ling thought of ghosts, his teeth started chattering with fear.Even that river, I feel that there are many drowned souls shouting in it.

In the next second, someone put a hand on his shoulder, Qi Ling yelled, his whole body trembled and then jumped up, regardless of whether the opponent was a human or a ghost, he slapped him without saying a word.

After a crisp sound, Qi Ling fell from his seat, opened his eyes, and by the moonlight saw Wu Nong's face that wanted to peel his skin off.

Qi Ling huddled himself into a ball on the ground: "..."

"You—" Wu Nong covered his face and pulled the corners of his mouth, unable to laugh no matter what, he even wondered if he and the high priest really didn't get along.

"Why are you coming back so late!" Qi Ling interrupted Wu Nong with a loud roar. He knew that Wu Nong would never let him go easily after being slapped by him, so he preemptively complained: "I will meet Li later." Big, they bully the few with the more, and I can't beat those people..."

"Tell me! You let me stay here, do you want me to die here?" Qi Ling stretched out a hand and broke it, counting Wu Nong's crimes tonight very seriously: "Let me freeze to death, let me Starve to death, scare me to death, make me want you to die..."

"I didn't..." Wu Nong listened to him talking one by one, and wanted to say that he was actually looking for an inn, so that they could go back directly without looking for an inn.

Qi Ling lay on the ground and couldn't get up, the stone was cold, Wu Nong knew that he was afraid of the cold, so he forcibly held back his anger, thinking that he would settle accounts with you when he returned to the inn at night.

He bent down to pull Qi Ling up, and saw that there seemed to be water in Qi Ling's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

The high priest cried out of fear?

Qi Ling rubbed his arm, he bumped it when he fell just now, the pain made his eyes water.He saw that Wu Nong was in a daze, as if he had done something to offend him.

At this moment, Qi Ling's stomach growled inappropriately.

Qi Ling: "..."

"Here." Wu Nong took out a paper bag out of nowhere, "If you are full, you will have the strength to work."

Qi Ling was angry and wanted to say no, anyway, you are probably the one who will work later.

Wu Nong opened the paper bag, Qi Ling twitched his Adam's apple, and swallowed all the words he was thinking just now.He took the few small shortbreads and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

It looks like a plum blossom and looks delicious, but in fact it tastes good too, with a faint plum blossom flavor.

It was winter, and this was the most famous plum blossom cake in Xuntang besides tea, and Wu Nong traveled a long way to buy it.

He remembered that in the Demon Realm, he was punished by the high priest for not doing his homework well.Later, he argued with the high priest, and the high priest said that he hadn't done his homework, so he locked himself in his room and did his homework overnight.But later the high priest sent someone to deliver food to him, but he refused to eat, and knocked everything down to the ground.

When the father found out about this, he took all his anger on the high priest.Later, Qi Ling had no choice but to drag his punished body to the kitchen to make food for him.

Said it was to deliver food, but in fact it was almost an apology.

The winter temperature of the demons is colder than that of the human world. When he was young, he asked Qi Ling to kneel outside the house for a long time before letting him in. After that, he ate this plum blossom crisp for the first time.

But in the end it was just good-looking, Fan Ji hadn't eaten for a long time, and the appearance of the plum blossom was really alluring, so he took a bite, but spit it out before chewing a few times, cursing: "It's so unpalatable! The priest will give me this kind of food?"

Qi Ling: "This is plum blossom cake."

Fan Ji snorted, and threw most of the remaining half back on the plate, "What kind of plum blossom crisps, they are so unpalatable, and they have such a bad name, I don't want to eat them. Come on, go and serve me some Cooking in the kitchen."

The disposition of young Fan Ji is nothing more than this.I just want to see that teacher who is pressing me down everywhere has a different expression on his face.

People who bully themselves can't live well, and he couldn't be happier.

Before the plate of plum blossom cakes was removed, Qi Ling opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

Seeing Qi Ling like this, Fan Ji even felt that the food tasted a lot better.

Qi Ling didn't show pain on his face, Fan Ji looked at his indifferent expression and forgot that he had just been punished, so he kept asking him to kneel until he finished the hour-long meal.

Before Qi Ling retreated, Fan Ji stopped him and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"..." Qi Ling was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "It's good that the young master is willing to eat."

After speaking, he went out.Kneeling for too long, his footsteps were a bit flimsy, the boy Fan Ji looked at his back, and only thought of the boy who was kneeling by the sea of ​​blood when they first met.

Still so annoying.

After Qi Ling left, he went to the small island he often visited.The peach blossom trees on the island lost many petals, and even some branches were bare, and the petals covered the whole ground, as if after a snowfall.

Among the white petals, the most prominent ones are a few small wintersweet branches growing on one side.

Qi Ling walked over and sat down, leaning lightly on the trunk of the peach blossom tree, and said to a tree without spiritual consciousness: "I'm sorry... I spent too much spiritual power, some... cough cough, some can't support you gone."

A touch of bright red slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth, Qi Ling reached out to wipe it off, and smeared it on the peach petals on the ground.

He closed his eyes, and the flowers on the wintersweet branches gradually withered, turning into nourishment for this huge peach blossom tree.

Qi Ling let out a long sigh.

There is no grass in the devil world, and only spiritual power can be used to raise other creatures, but no matter how you raise it, it seems that except for this peach tree, other creatures can't be raised well.

Qi Ling remembered what Fan Ji asked before he left, but he actually wanted to say——

"Young master, plum blossom crisps are not delicious because plum blossoms cannot grow in the devil world."

If you could pick the plum blossoms in the human world, then maybe you wouldn't say that.

There is a saying in the human world that the gates of the ghost world open at noon, and the dead souls leave the funeral at this time, and can enter the ghost world unimpeded and enter reincarnation.

And water leads to the soul, and places with water are the easiest to switch between yin and yang.In order to prevent the souls of the dead in Xuntang from coming back to disturb the living, the cemeteries in Xuntang are set up on the mountains a few miles away, away from the water.

Starting from Si time, it is almost the time for ghosts to drive by then.

Wu Nong bought too many plum blossom crisps, Qi Ling didn't finish them, so he gave the rest to Wu Nong, and said, "How do you know this is delicious?"

"...I've stayed here before." Wu Nong replied, but in fact, he had never tasted this plum blossom crisp.

Just because Qi Ling made it for him, he thought: the high priest must have eaten it and he likes it, so he made this for him.

And Mozun Fan Ji, Wu Nong, a foreigner of the Linyang School, doesn't like sweets.

"Then I'll keep it for myself." Qi Ling muttered.

He also said that he likes him, so why not eat what he gave him?

He said he liked him, but he didn't know what to think about how hot he was.

Qi Ling was already very full, so he stuffed another one into his mouth in a fit of anger, and before he could swallow it, he saw a few white paper money floating from the opposite side.

He still moved unhurriedly, chewed and swallowed the plum blossom crisp carefully, and then imitated Lin Yang's tone and said calmly: "You go."

"..." Wu Nong took off the wooden sword behind his back, "Are you ordering me?"

Don't think that he doesn't know, Qi Ling is clearly responsible for this task alone, he just came along because he was afraid that something might happen to the high priest.

It's getting more and more lawless.

Qi Ling continued to stuff plum blossom crisps into his mouth, "I don't know how to use spiritual power..."

"You treat the glazed bow as a display?" Wu Nong said, "It's useless even if ordinary people can't beat it."

The High Priest would not be so timid.

Qi Ling put away the package of plum blossom crisps, and said dissatisfiedly: "Can the divine weapon be used casually? The Xuanji Fan is not stable yet, if you accidentally release the soul of the dead... In short, try to use as little as possible for things that can be solved without using the divine weapon."

Qi Ling glanced at Wu Nong secretly, "Isn't that what you said earlier..."

Wu Nong: "..."

Seeing Qi Ling staring at him with open eyes, as if he had suffered some serious grievance, Wu Nong was agitated and stood with his hands behind his back.

After a while, they heard a burst of crying, which was getting closer and closer to them, and it was a bit gloomy in the silent night.

As soon as Qi Ling got up, Wu Nong threw the wooden sword to him and said, "For self-defense."

Qi Ling felt happy, hugged the wooden sword tightly and said with a smile: "Then, am I..."

"No." Wu Nong interrupted him coldly, grabbed his arm and walked towards the direction of the crying: "You have to go too."