"Yunxi, get up quickly.
It's snowing outside, let's go take a look. "
In his previous life, he was a southerner, and he had only seen snow scenes on the Internet.
And on Lingshan Mountain, it is like spring all year round.
This scene of flying snow was the first time for Guang Shu to see it, and it was so strange.
But Mu Yunxi is different. The Zhuxian Sword Sect is located in the far north, where it snows all year round.
She had long been accustomed to snow, so naturally she wasn't interested in it.
Although a little bit of wind and cold is nothing to a cultivator.
But the temperature outside is definitely not as comfortable as in my husband's arms.
For some reason, the master did not come to urge them today, and she also wanted to stay in bed for a while:
“Husband, it’s so cold outside.
I was so tired last night. Let’s sleep a little longer. "
"Cold? Look at me."
Guang Shu opened the quilt and pulled Yun Xi up.
Then he took out a pile of cotton-padded clothes and pants that had been prepared and put them all on her.
Within a moment, she was wrapped into a rice dumpling.
As if still not satisfied, he put several felt hats on her.
"Okay, it's not cold now.
Let's get out quickly! "
Mu Yunxi was about to cry but was unable to shed tears. This was in revenge for the fact that she and her master bullied him yesterday. She was really vindictive!
I got out of bed and took two steps, but because my center of gravity was unstable, I almost fell over.
Fortunately, Guang Shu wasn't so evil-minded and kept watching from the side.
After giving him some support, nothing went wrong.
"It's not cold anymore, it's not cold anymore. Take it off for me."
After hearing her begging for mercy, Guangshu finally relented:
"Then let the husband undress his beloved wife."
"Pooh!"
Day after day, he never said anything right. I fell into him, and I didn’t know whether it was a gift from God or a punishment...
After the two dressed up and went out, they still didn't see Ning Xuerou.
This is a bit strange.
Logically speaking, at this time every morning, she would come to Yunxi to practice her sword.
I don't know what happened today, and both of them were a little curious.
Guang Shu secretly unfolded his consciousness to ensure that Ning Xuerou would not be disturbed and detected that she was still in the igloo.
It seemed like he was just meditating and nothing happened.
"Perhaps she has made some major progress in her practice, and we shouldn't disturb her.
Just in time, let’s make some snowman time! "
But Mu Yunxi had another premonition in her heart:
Perhaps there has been significant progress, but it may not be in practice, but...
But when I came back to my senses, I saw that my husband was a little excited, and I couldn't help but wonder:
"Have you never seen snow?"
"I really haven't seen it. Maybe now I can truly understand what it means:
Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. "
spring breeze?
Just when she was confused, she looked in the direction of Guangshu's finger.
In that lush forest, the branches are all covered with white snow, isn't it just like pear blossoms in bloom?
This stinky husband actually has some good poetic talent!
However, when the two began to look for a suitable place to build a snowman.
Only then did I realize that not far from the igloo, someone seemed to have piled several of them.
You don't need to think about it to know that it was Ning Xuerou's handiwork.
I didn't expect her to have such a leisurely mood.
Guang Shu was a little curious, so he took Yun Xi forward to take a closer look.
After taking a closer look, I realized that this looked like a snowman, and it was even more delicate than an ice sculpture.
All of them had noses and eyes, and among them, Guangshu also saw familiar figures.
There were four snowmen in total, and he knew three of them.
Yunxi, Qingfei, Zijin.
There was another one who also looked like a woman, but he didn't recognize her.
"That is Master's Master."
"oh."
Mu Yunxi seemed to notice the change in her husband's mood and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Is one of these snowmen missing?"
She actually understood what her husband meant, but she was still pretending to be stupid:
"Less? It's less. Master herself is missing.
She was probably afraid that you would be unable to walk when you saw her snowman, so she didn’t build it! "
However, Guangshu was not in the mood to argue with her at this time:
"Forget it, let's go over there and build a snowman."
He pointed to a place casually, then buried his head and walked away.
Mu Yunxi followed closely behind, no longer pretending to be dumbfounded:
"Guangshu, Master may have forgotten it accidentally. I will ask about it later."
"No need, I understand in my heart...
If she didn't make a pile and Yun Xi piled one for her husband, I would actually be happier! "
After saying that, he started to move the snow, his expression returned to normal, and he seemed to no longer care about what happened before.
Mu Yunxi's expression became a little complicated.
When her master acted like this, she didn't know whether to rejoice or mourn for her husband.
After thinking for a while, he finally shook his head.
I also stepped forward and started making a snowman.
…
In the afternoon, Guangshu came to the door of the igloo as usual.
But this time, he hesitated for a long time, seeming to think about how to speak.
The whole morning, even at noon when he was dragged by King Ming to practice.
According to Yun Xi, her master has never come out.
He said before that he didn't care, it was just a snowman and it didn't mean anything.
But is it really so...
That’s all, it’s come to this point, what else can’t be said clearly?
Taking a deep breath, Guangshu opened the door and walked in. He seemed to mention casually:
"Sect Master Ning, I think you made the snowman in front of the door.
Have you piled up less..."
But after entering the door, they saw Ning Xuerou and a carefully carved "snow sculpture".
Why do you say it is a "snow sculpture"? Because that snowman is so exquisite that it is just like plaster cut by a machine. It has already transcended the category of snowman.
Sharp edges and corners, lifelike.
The shiny bald head (the short hair that King Ming gave birth to did not last for even one day before it fell out, and the Tathagata's precepts were difficult to contend with), the simple cloth, and the mean smile on the corner of his mouth.
That's right, it's clearly a Guangshu made of snow!
At this time, Ning Xuerou still placed the catkins on the snowman, as if she was still polishing it just now.
Guang Shu's sudden intrusion caught her off guard.
Usually when he enters a house, he knocks on the door first. But my thoughts were a little confused today, and I even forgot to say hello.
For a moment, the two of them were silent in tacit agreement.
Suddenly, Ning Xuerou raised her sword and rushed straight towards the "snow sculpture", about to strike with a "destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces".
Fortunately, Guang Shu reacted quickly and reached out to stop him.
With the strength of his body, this sword, which does not activate the immortal energy, cannot hurt him at all.
However, Ning Xuerou still drew back her sword, as if she was afraid of hurting someone.
"Xue Rou, is this snowman specially built for me?"
After another period of silence, Guangshu organized his words first.
But Ning Xuerou had no intention of answering directly. Under the veil, her expression could not be seen clearly:
"Why didn't you knock on the door when you entered the house?
Also, don’t call me that! "
