Ning Fan, wearing white clothes and a black cloak, walked out of Qimei City leisurely. Behind him, two steps away, followed a girl in fox fur - a little paper crane.
Ning Fan decided to take the paper crane out of the city for an outing, fly a kite, and take a walk to relieve the mood of being in seclusion for three months. It's a pity that Qimei is located in the northern region of Yue Kingdom. It is really an ice city. The wind is freezing and snowflakes are falling, and there is no green grass at all.
I don’t seem to be in the mood to fly a kite…
"Brother Fan, why don't we go back..." Zhihe's little hands were red from the cold. She had been holding Qimei for a long time. She really wanted to come out for some air, but she was afraid that Ning Fan would catch a cold.
She looked at Ning Fan with big eyes, a little worried. Brother Fan is so thin and frail, so don't get cold...
"Are your hands cold? I'll cover them for you." Ning Fan looked pitiful and gently grabbed Zhihe's little hand.
"Brother Fan... there are many people here, it's not good to be seen..." The little paper crane ducked and dodged, but couldn't withdraw his hand.
"Don't be afraid, no one dares to say anything right or wrong... you are my wife..."
Ning Fan closed his eyes. He liked this kind of life, simple and ordinary. People must live in the sunshine, so that they can cleanse their demonic hearts and avoid becoming possessed. This is what the old demon teaches.
Zhihe's small hands were smooth and cold, which made Ning Fan's murderous aura subside in his heart and gradually became peaceful. The most indispensable things for practicing magic are women and wine...
"But I haven't agreed to marry you yet..." The little paper crane muttered silly, which only made Ning Fan laugh.
Everyone is mine, don’t you understand?
Ten miles north of Qimei City, there is a canyon, covered with ice and snow, where few people visit. Ning Fan held up a paper umbrella to protect the paper crane from the wind and snow, while the two of them walked in the snowy area until they came under an ice wall.
The boy grabbed the girl's hand, trotted under the cover of the ice wall, and flew the kite.
"Look, Brother Fan, the kite is flying..." The paper crane is as happy as a mortal girl.
This was the first time she smiled with relief after meeting Ning Fan.
The simple smile made Ning Fan feel a pain in his heart. Ning Fan searched Wu Southeast's memory and saw the paper crane's life in his memory.
No childhood, no smile, a gloomy life...
"Brother Fan, you are so kind to Zhihe. Zhihe is willing to... serve you... as a cauldron for you for the rest of his life..." Zhihe said happily, flying a high-flying kite.
"Silly girl, you are not Dinglu, you are my wife..."
"But I haven't decided to marry you yet..."
"What a silly girl..."
"You know..." Zhihe's voice suddenly dropped, a little girlishly sad, "Before I met Brother Fan, I never dared to expect to live until tomorrow... In the Huanhe Sect, I was bullied, but I was not allowed to shed tears." Sha Gu said , if I shed even a drop of tears, you will kill me... Even though I am stupid, I also have a wish in my heart... I long to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved throughout my life, so that I won't be surprised, won't suffer, and won't suffer. I am homeless, lest I have no one to rely on, but I don’t know when that person will appear... I am satisfied to be the cauldron of Brother Fan..."
"You are my wife!" Ning Fan frowned and hugged Zhihe into his arms. What a pitiable silly girl!
The sky is dark, the moon is dim, and the wind and snow are coming. There is no hibiscus tent to warm the room or swaying red candles. Instead, there is just a scene of heaven and earth, wind, flowers, snow and moonlight.
Ning Fan's embrace was so warm. Zhihe's big, autumn-like eyes were full of nervousness, and she suddenly realized what Brother Fan wanted to do.
"Brother Fan, this place is not suitable for doing that..."
Before she finished speaking, Ning Fan blocked her lips and tongue.
"You are my wife!" Ning Fan's eyes were unwavering. He took off his black cloak, spread it on the ground, picked up the paper crane and placed it on the black cloak. His hands were caressing the delicate body of the paper crane.
Ning Fan is deeply infatuated with the paper crane. It is not just love, but a symbol of perseverance in life and death.
Zhihe was born with a charming personality, and after three months of training in "Girls Returning to Yin Jue", he was able to suppress his flattery. However, when Ning Fan teased him, his eyes gradually became blurred. In the blur, there was unknown tension, and in the tension, there was also an inexplicable tension. expect.
She had been intimate with Ning Fan twice, but the first time Ning Fan was unconscious and behaved rudely, leaving her with painful memories. The second time she was unconscious and unconscious, and she did not remember any comfort.
This time, it was the first time she hugged Ning Fan while she was awake.
Ning Fan's kiss is so sweet and Ning Fan's touch is so comfortable. Why is this happening?
Zhihe doesn't understand, there are many things she can't figure out...
The yin and yang avenue, the combination of dual cultivation, this is human relations. Many monks think that cultivation should be done by concentrating on Yuan Yang without losing it. This is really a big mistake. Many demon cultivators think that dual cultivation means benefiting oneself at the expense of others, which is also a big mistake!
That is not practice, but a kind of escape, escaping from the true feelings in the heart...
Ning Fan gradually forgot that this was a double cultivation. He really fell in love and was obsessed with Zhi He's delicate body...
The moonlight was like a disk, and under the ice wall, the two were entangled endlessly. It's snowy and cold, and only each other's bodies can stay warm
Even though it was not intentional, under the effect of the Yin-Yang Lock, Ning Fan still completed a double cultivation.
The bottleneck of the tenth level of Pimai was broken through at this moment.
The early stage of soul fusion! It only took Ning Fan less than four months to successfully break through! Such a cultivation speed is almost comparable to that of some famous disciples!
The black demonic flames in the body flow along the meridians. This is the process of integrating the spirit into the meridians. Generally speaking, each monk's meridians can only integrate one kind of spirituality. Fire, water, metal, wood, earth, wind and thunder are not all mentioned one after another.
Only special immortal veins can contain a variety of spiritualities.
The black demonic flames flowed along the meridians, and Ning Fan's meridians were undoubtedly marked by the fire spirit. In the future, he would probably practice fire-attribute techniques.
But what surprised him was that in the yin-yang demon veins, the illusory yang veins had a hint of coldness.
It seemed that because of this intense intercourse, Ning Fan absorbed a trace of ice power between heaven and earth.
A two-attribute soul-melting monk? ! Ning Fan stretched out his palm, and a wisp of black demonic flame jumped out from his finger. On the black demonic flame, there was a trace of undetectable blue ice flame...
"This is, 'Yin Yang Fire', the magical power that combines ice and fire into one!" Ning Fan recalled the memory of the Immortal Emperor, and his expression changed.
According to ancient rumors, Yin-Yang Fire can only be cultivated by Great Opportunity monks, and there is also a chance of cultivating Yin-Yang Fire in "Yin-Yang Transformation". The specific method of cultivation is unknown.
Could it be that the way is to practice double cultivation in the ice and snow with the woman you love! ? This is probably just a coincidence
Ning Fan was silent as he looked at the black and white demonic fire in his palm that could burn the Fusion Soul cultivator.
After a long time, he raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to light a fire next to the sleeping paper crane to keep it warm.
With the spiritual cultivation and the fire of yin and yang, he now has some self-protection power, enough to protect a trace of warmth in his heart and enough to stand in the world! i1
