Yun Rong, who was cultivating in the ice coffin, was not sleeping day and night.
The wood spiritual root that had been cultivated into an immortal was so powerful that in just a few months, that power reawakened her.
It's just that she can't leave the ice coffin. She can hear the worldly sounds of the outside world, but she can't convey her own voice to the outside world.
He was very happy about the night she woke up. In the desolate and uninhabited ancient city, he found a rusty wind chime and hung it with vines in front of the ice coffin. She is alone.
Fang Geyu felt that this couple always had their own unique way of getting along.
Even if they were reduced to this and fell into the dust, the two of them could live happily and return home clean.
She could often see him roosting in the forest late at night, with a bonfire on the empty mountain.
When he had nothing to do, he would sit and lie peacefully in front of the ice coffin, telling her about the daily fireworks, green pines and white snow.
He was not good at chatting, and most of the things he said were boring. Hearing Fang Geyu's name made him feel sleepy.
But Yun Rong could always sit patiently and quietly in the ice coffin with his hands clasped on his knees, his chin resting on his knees, and his black hair falling on his shoulders. The snow-washing sword that never left his body was quietly placed at his feet, cutting water. There was a soft smile in his eyes.
She would cherish it and listen carefully to what he said word for word.
The fluffy hemp will not help you to straighten yourself.
It's a really peaceful and beautiful picture.
Seeing this, Fang Geyu suddenly felt that this man and woman, who were trapped in a desperate disaster, were more like a real couple than the usual respectful and friendly relationship.
A'luo once said that Yun Rong was an unintentional person, but Fang Geyu felt that it was a prejudice against her.
Everything is pure and bright when it first sprouts, and you can know what kind of grass this sprout will become.
In Yun Rong's eyes, she clearly saw the love and tenderness that happened at the right time every year.
After all, the Sword Chi who is revered by the world is just a mortal woman.
The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and he is still wearing the thin sword robe he wore when he left his homeland Tianxi. He no longer has spiritual roots to protect him. This mortal body knows the pain of the erosion of the cold years, and has not been dyed for a long time. Feng Han actually knew how to take advantage of the situation and sneak in.
After chatting with her for a while, he felt that his body was hot and his bones were cold. He knew something was wrong, so he leaned against the old dead vine tree and prepared to fall asleep and rest.
Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, and then suddenly realized that there were some ways of being a wife that did not need to be taught.
She flexed her knuckles and knocked on the ice with two crisp cracks.
He watched her take a breath of hot air on the coffin and wrote a line in backhand: "When the snow starts to get cold next year, I will sew winter clothes for you."
At that time, he bent his eyes, laughed, and said hello.
At this time, the clouds and mist were beginning to separate, and an ominous gray and cold moon slowly emerged from the clouds.
The bonfire dimmed without wind, and a demonic wind arose in all directions.
The cold moonlight shone clearly between the mountains and forests. The ancient brown jungle land suddenly seemed to be moistened by some kind of poisonous juice, and began to grow densely packed soft thorns. The land covered by thorns bloomed with strange and pale flowers. Dangerous rose, like a poisonous fatal beauty temptation.
He opened his eyes suddenly and held up the broken sword. A trace of solemn vigilance flashed in his eyes. He instinctively stood in front of the ice coffin and looked around.
Along the way, he encountered countless monsters, big and small, and he avoided them all if he could. If he couldn't avoid them, he had no choice but to fight.
Although his spiritual roots were destroyed, the Taoist skills he had learned over the past thousands of years were not completely useless, and he had never hoped for a way to draw Qi into his body.
It's just that at this moment, his body is like a leaky sieve. The spiritual power introduced into the body cannot last forever. No matter what kind of battle it is, he must treat it calmly and resolve it quickly.
But this time, the demon he encountered was, in a sense, more difficult to deal with than the big demons that caused trouble.
There was mist in the forest, filled with melancholy moonlight, and a huge figure walked slowly over the flowers from far to near.
It was an adult black tiger with eye-catching eyes. Sitting on the tiger's back was a beautiful woman with long hair shawl. The dew and fireflies in the forest surrounded her exquisite and graceful body, as if exuding the chill of night magic.
She held a lantern with blue and white eaves in her hand, and the jade hanging from the lantern made a crisp sound in the cold mist.
This woman has a pair of enchanting and charming faces, like a mysterious fairy in the dark night forest, wearing a long dress with flowing silver and sapphire.
Her ears are slightly pointed than ordinary people, her skin is fair, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks gently blow in the wind, adding a bit of alluring charm.
Apparently, she was a female succubus.
She looked at him from afar, her eyes half-smiling but with a fiery meaning that could not be concealed: "Look who I have met? Isn't this the Immortal Fuye who banishes immortals from the sky?"
His eyes were heavy and he held the sword motionless.
Immortal Lord Fuye was the immortal title bestowed upon him by the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan after he attained Taoism and ascended. However, in the human world, monks from hundreds of immortal sects were more accustomed to calling him Sword Master.
The fairy world has been destroyed today, and this title is all mockery.
The bonfire was out, and by the moonlight, the succubus carefully looked at the man under the tree. In this chaotic night where demons were rampant, his back seemed to always be straight.
Han Jin's tall and graceful figure, like a pine tree, seems to contain a tough and unstoppable power.
Her eyes lit up. She was just interested in fame, but she never thought that the immortal sword master on the high mountain was actually so good-looking.
Just by looking at it from a distance, she could feel a bright and beautiful aura infecting her.
In this era when all the immortals are dying, she has seen many immortals who shed their Tsinghua arrogance and flattery to save their lives. The appearance is particularly appetizing.
But the person in front of her, even though the sword robe was shabby, was washed very clean and fresh. He was clearly in the mortal world, but it gave her the feeling that even if he was down and out, he should still be the aloof, simple, dignified and inviolable statue in his bones.
The succubus's chuckle filled the night, and her figure suddenly disappeared.
In the distant distance, a misty and illusory shadow was projected on the ground, with bright red gem-like blood drops sprinkling among the white petals on the ground.
After absorbing her blood, the already enchanting petals became moist and red, making them even more enchanting.
A delicate and soft hand passed through his hair and touched his cheek ambiguously. The fingertips rubbed a bloody red mark on his pale face.
That is the blood of the succubus, which is naturally fragrant and capable of bewitching the deepest desires in people's hearts.
Her other hand wrapped softly around his waist, hugged him tightly from behind, whispered in his ear: "I didn't know that Immortal Fuye was so good-looking. , I have really lived all these years in vain."
His face was slightly cold, and the remaining sword in his hand brought out thousands of sword intentions and shot towards behind him.
The succubus raised her eyebrows slightly, her body turned into a peach-colored mist, and her breath disappeared into the sword intention.
The next moment, she floated three steps in front of him, with a large black sword robe in Su's hand that was still bleeding.
He was shocked, and then he realized that at some point, the robe on his body had been taken off by the female demon.
