"Is the rose milk cake ready to be baked?"

Ning Ning timed it perfectly, sniffed the rich sweet fragrance in the air, raised her eyes and looked at the person standing next to her: "Super - fragrant!"

Pei Ji pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was somewhat helpless because of her urging, and reached out to lift the wooden cover on the top of the boiler.

As the heat rose, the little girl's clear bell-like laughter was heard again.

Before we knew it, winter has arrived.

It was a bitterly cold winter, and every mountain in the Xuanxu Sword Sect was covered with a thick layer of white. Fluffy snowballs hang on the branches and treetops, and when blown gently by the wind, the snow all over the sky scatters like flying catkins.

The cold air was everywhere, condensing into frost on the windows. When Ningning leaned close to him and spoke, she would also exhale clouds of white mist.

Pei Ji thought that the mist must be hot.

More than a month had passed since they returned from Tianhe.

Pei Ji was the most seriously injured, and after a long period of bed rest, he finally recovered to a large extent;

Lin Xun and Tian Xianzi exhausted all their spiritual energy that day, and when they came back they were almost like two dying salted fish. Fortunately, after day-by-day recuperation, they had recovered to be normal.

The most noteworthy one is Wen Hemian.

Pei Ji was not familiar with him, he only knew that Elder Jiangxing's sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and he was determined to die in this battle with the devil, and he used all his strength.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the long-lost sword spirit of Zhuxie suddenly appeared, protecting his sea of ​​consciousness with unimaginable spiritual power and helping him escape death.

The demon clan was defeated and the Yin-Yang dust was sealed again. All major sects in the cultivation world were alarmed and went to Tianhe the next day to discuss the demon clan affairs.

All the conspiracies were revealed, and the townspeople who were buried in the desert that year were finally vindicated.

What was particularly coincidental was that when everyone was collecting their bones, they actually saw a solitary moon lotus in a corner not far away.

Despite all the vicissitudes of life over the years, it is the only one that has remained standing here, witnessing the stories that happened back then, and accompanying those who were buried under the sand forever.

Even though the process was thrilling, this sudden change finally ended safely.

So time passed and we came to today.

Midwinter is the time for family reunion. Tianxianzi's disciples finally got together. After serious discussion among the poor people, they decided to prepare a big meal by themselves.

It is known that Lin Xun can make fried watermelon, Tian Xianzi can make fried pumpkin, He Zhizhou can commit suicide, and only Pei Ji can cook.

Several pairs of cunning eyes fell on the silent young man in black at the same time.

The famous Xuanxu Sword Sect has such sinister intentions.

The rest of the people knew nothing about cooking. After breaking five plates, four jade bowls, three large melons, two eggs, and Tian Xianzi's debt-ridden heart, Pei Ji drove them out of the kitchen without hesitation.

Only Ningning, who looks the most reliable, is left.

The group of people outside were shouting that they were hungry, so Ningning waved her hand like a host and decided to teach Pei Ji how to make a small dessert from her hometown, rose milk cake.

Although she said she was "teaching", in fact she was only good at eating and knew nothing about the cooking steps. She could only tell him the general ingredients and taste.

Pei Ji listened carefully and just groaned. He didn't expect that after tinkering with it, he actually made it.

Ningning likes to see him bending down to make dumplings the most.

Pei Ji is very serious about everything he does, whether it is practicing sword skills or making desserts.

When he held the sword, his eyes were filled with cold hostility, his pupils were dark and you couldn't see the bottom of them at a glance, as if everything in the world was unimportant to him, and his whole body was filled with resolute murderous intent.

But once in the kitchen, this hostility dissipated silently.

The hand holding the sword was slender and beautiful. When it pressed hard on the starch, the knuckles turned slightly white, reflecting the light pink nails, making it look inexplicably well-behaved and cute.

His long crow-feather eyelashes drooped quietly, casting a layer of shadow under his eyes, and his lips were a gentle peach color, finally not as pale as when he was seriously ill.

No matter what kind of person Pei Ji is, Ningning likes him very much.

When the rose milk cake came out of the oven, the aroma of milk and heat spread quickly, along with the rich fragrance of rose sweet syrup, as if wrapping her whole heart layer by layer, and she couldn't help but jump for joy.

This dessert is not difficult to make. Starch is wrapped with white sugar, milk and rose jam. They look like round little balls. Pei Ji sprinkles a layer of honey and rose juice on the top, which reflects a few bright lights under the sunlight.

The appearance of this dish is already very appetizing, not to mention the rich aroma of milk just out of the oven.

Seeing her eyes shining, Pei Ji picked up one of them, cooled it a little, and handed it to the little girl next to him.

Ningning took a bite and took half of it.

The sweet fragrance of honey is brought out to the maximum extent. When bitten by teeth, it seeps into the milk cake and mixes with the milk, which is so wonderful that it is hard to describe.

The cake itself is steaming hot, a little hot but not unbearable, with just the right amount of heat swirling around the tip of your tongue, bringing with it a faint rose scent. The soft and fluffy texture is absolutely amazing, and your tongue feels like it is walking on clouds.

Super happy.

Snowy winter, warm dessert, and the best boyfriend in the world.

Ning Ning squinted her eyes in satisfaction, hugged Pei Jixiong from the side, and rubbed her head against his arm: "It's super super delicious! This dessert is qualified to be a first-class protected delicacy in the world of cultivation! Come and try it!"

Pei Ji was not sure what it would taste like and was a little nervous.

Now that she praised me like this...

During this month, he had been confined to bed most of the time and rarely had any close contact with her.

Being hugged by Da Rushe, his whole body stiffened unconsciously, his ears felt slightly hot, and he became even more nervous.

Ningning looked up and watched him put the remaining half of the cake into his mouth. She asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Pei Ji: “…Yeah.”

"I know more tricks. I will tell you later."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and wiped away the deep red rose jam on his lips, with a smile on her eyes and eyebrows: "Are you still a child? You can get food on the corners of your mouth when you eat."

Pei Ji didn't move, just looked at her quietly.

The rose jam made the lips appear more striking than usual. The girl's white fingertips fell on them and gently stroked them.

Ningning opened her mouth slightly, her lips were bright red, and her pupils reflected his unique shadow.

There is only his shadow.

There was a hazy white mist around me, and the branches outside the window were swaying in the wind, and a bunch of snowflakes fell down.

Before he could wipe it clean, his right hand was held down without any explanation.

What she saw was his deep black pupils. For some unknown reason, Ningning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It was a somewhat dangerous look.

She heard Pei Ji continue to speak: "I——"

He wanted to say something, something like an explanation, or some sweet words as a prelude.

However, the whole sentence ended when the first word was uttered.

The boy swallowed all the extra words back into his throat, leaned forward and lowered his head.

Ningning's heart was hanging in the air.

It's not like they haven't kissed before.

The first time, he only tasted it lightly, with the tip of his tongue lightly touching his lips. The second time was when Pei Ji was possessed by the devil, and all his actions were based on instinct and without any rules. Looking back now, it seems like a distant dream.

As for this time.

This situation is different from before.

They were all extremely awake, with the windows wide open, and the winter breeze blew through their hair and across their cheeks, cool and stimulating every sleepy sense.

It was snowing slowly outside the window, and the sunlight was warm. Even Pei Ji's long eyelashes were stained with a layer of light. The sun outlined his features very clearly. As long as Ningning opened her eyes, she could see the young man's deep pupils.

Pei Ji's movements were still clumsy.

The tip of his tongue was wrapped with a faint scent of milk, like a deer licking stream water in the woods. The moment their lips touched and slightly opened, he rushed forward and landed on her stunned lips.

"Ningning."

He lowered his voice and spoke with a strong magnetism, causing her ears to numb: "Open your mouth."

Something in my heart exploded with a rumble.

Ningning didn't know where to look, her brain was blank, and she obediently opened her lips as he said.

Then the soft taste goes straight in, and the sweet floral and milky aroma spreads all around, gradually filling every corner of the mouth.

He kissed her without any method, almost in a cautious exploration, with the tip of his tongue rolling around, and each touch was extremely light.

The rose milk cake beside me was still steaming.

White smoke rolled and silently spread between the two of them. Through a layer of misty fog, Ningning saw his eyes so close to her.

The coldness and murderous intent in those eyes completely faded away, and the strong affection grew continuously from the bottom of his eyes like spreading ink, rippling out a heart-stirring water color.

She also caught a glimpse of the red at the corners of Pei Ji's eyes.

He knew nothing about this kind of thing before, and now he should be even more ignorant than her.

Ningning was stunned by the sweetness and childishly stuck out her tongue to respond.

He had not expected this action, and when he was touched, the temperature of his whole body suddenly rose.

If someone suddenly pushed the door open... we would be doomed.

Her heart was pounding and she was so exhausted from the kiss that she couldn't even stop.

The hot breath is tightly intertwined like silk threads.

Pei Ji's strength gradually increased, as if he had mastered the pattern. He stroked and pressed down in an unskilled manner, and wherever he passed, it felt sweet and itchy, with a scent of milk.

Sometimes she felt shy when looking at those eyes and quickly looked away. He would then lift Ningning's chin with his hand, forcing her entire line of sight upwards to meet his gaze.

That's too much.

She thought vaguely, now it has become like this, then in the future -

Won't it get worse in the future?

The kiss came without warning and ended just as suddenly.

In the end, Ningning felt dizzy and she only remembered that he moved his lips away, but his face remained very close to her. He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes serious and innocent.

He was like a wolf not long ago.

Then Pei Ji panted lightly, his words turned into a low and hoarse voice, and asked her nervously: "Is this... okay?"

Ningning tried to glare at him fiercely.

The technology is a mess! I almost kissed her to the point of suffocation! He even forced her chin up. She was shy so she looked around to see what was wrong.

She didn't utter a single word of the above lines.

Ning Ning was so timid that she lowered her head and touched the tip of her nose: "It's, it's okay - let's continue cooking."

Damn, she is so useless.

Ningning gritted her teeth and thought, just to protect Pei Ji's self-esteem. She was a magnanimous person and would not take it to heart.

One day, she will defeat Pei Ji and take the initiative.

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Pei Ji's cooking skills were beyond imagination. Half an hour later, the table full of delicious food was served.

As Ningning and he left the kitchen, they saw people sitting around the table, chattering away and looking at something on the table.

Seeing the two figures, the surrounded black shadow suddenly shook, and a sobbing middle-aged male voice sounded from everyone's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Pei Xiaoji! You finally came out! Do you know how hard it has been for me to wait? Wuuwuwu! This group of people are bullying me. I have been touched all over. I am no longer innocent!"

Chengying shook his body desperately: "They also used their spiritual sense to tease me, poking and prodding me. I am dirty, I am dirty!"

Pei Jiying said helplessly: "You said you don't want to smell the fumes in the kitchen."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick it up. The sunlight outlined its shape. It was a long sword that was completely black and had not yet been unsheathed.

Chengying felt miserable.

When the thunder came, it thought its life was in danger and at worst it would perish together with the hell. However, it did not die and was pushed out of Pei Ji's sea of ​​consciousness by the huge force and turned back to its original appearance.

It was not the suave and handsome gentleman as imagined, but a pitch-black sword.

Thanks to the lightning, it remembered some of its lost memories. It should have been many, many years ago when it and its former master fought monsters and leveled up together, and it was so cool.

Well, even if it is a sword, it is a very cool and awesome sword, and it is worth it.

——So you bunch of naughty boys and girls, stop poking it with your spiritual power! Even a sword would get shy, okay!

Chengying acted like a wronged young wife and kept complaining to Pei Ji.

Zheng Weiqi, the culprit who had been most vocal, looked at the table full of dishes, and was so moved that she was in a trance, like the yellow cabbages in the field: "I still remember that a few years ago, when we were so poor that we boiled snow water, we added some sweet potatoes and wild vegetables to the pot..."

Meng Jue smiled and replied, "I bought chicken, duck and fish at the foot of the mountain."

"I bought it."

Tian Xianzi chuckled: "In the end, no one knows how to cook. The internal organs of the chicken, duck and fish were not removed. The taste was unbelievable."

Zheng Weiqi said righteously: "It was you, Master, who threw the whole chicken into the pot without even plucking the feathers! In the end, you even forced me to use the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to scrape the fish scales and use my sword to skewer the chicken. The sword energy and chicken feathers flew everywhere and almost blew up the kitchen!"

Lin Xun trembled when he heard this, not daring to imagine what the situation was like in his former master's sect.

He Zhizhou couldn't wait to rub his hands together and laughed, staring at the beggar's chicken that was closest to him: "It smells so good! Hehehe, chickens are our most delicious friends!"

This senior brother is not normal either!

Xiao Bailong had a look of fear on his face and drank some hot tea to calm himself, fearing that one day He Zhizhou would approach him with a knife and say, "Xiaolong is our most delicious junior brother."

So horrible! He thinks Senior Brother He can do it!

"This is the most delicious food in the world, Pei Ji!"

Tian Xianzi swallowed a mouthful of mutton and radish soup. The rich meaty aroma was a little spicy, which suddenly awakened his long-dormant taste buds: "This aroma, this taste, these hands of my good disciple should be treasured!"

"It is indeed good."

Meng Jue still smiled, and said the most explosive line in the most peaceful tone: "Master, why don't we imprison Junior Brother Pei, so that we will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives."

Said very scary words!

Lin Xun's hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble slightly.

"Oh, Ningning, I heard from Senior Brother Meng that you asked him about the matter of spiritual consciousness entering the body?"

Zheng Weiqi took a big bite of the beggar's chicken with satisfaction, and her lips curled up at the wonderful soft and tasty taste. After she swallowed a piece of chicken, she said angrily: "Meng Jue is really something, he taught you everything... Don't do that kind of thing to others casually, understand?"

Ningning was eating. She was stunned when she heard the words and stared blankly at Senior Sister Zheng.

"Spiritual consciousness entering the body? Does it mean to probe your spiritual consciousness into other people's meridians and sea of ​​consciousness, so as to improve your cultivation and repair wounds?"

He Zhizhou pretended to say "Oh, I understand" and chuckled a few times: "Isn't this the legendary 'divine connection'?"

Ningning: ...

Ningning choked on a mouthful of rice in her throat and felt a heat rising from her back.

Fortunately, Zheng Weiqi quickly responded and glanced at him: "What do you mean by gods or not? It's not serious."

Ningning's mood went up and down like she was on a roller coaster, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

yes! That’s right! That is definitely just a normal way of healing, and only He Zhizhou would give it a random definition.

She and Pei Ji are extremely innocent so far, yes, that's right.

She comforted herself with a clear conscience, but the next moment, she heard Zheng Weiqi say in a righteous voice: "That's clearly the beginning of dual cultivation!"

Ningning: ...

Ningning's brain froze and she stood there in a daze.

Double - Repair -

Isn’t dual cultivation all about men and women, naked, this and that, indescribable? This word is not as good as "spiritual communication"!

"What difference does it make?"

He Zhizhou talked back and forth with her: "Anyway, it's the same idea - hey, Ningning, you didn't use this trick on others, did you?"

Ningning's brain is about to explode.

Her whole body seemed to be filled with boiling hot water, bubbling with small bubbles. She was panicked for a moment and just wanted to find something to wrap herself up.

Has she used it? Hasn't she used it? No, no, this strange method seems to have been used on her by Pei Ji first, right?

His gaze moved quietly to his side and fell silently on Pei Ji's face.

He was also looking at her, his lips slightly opened as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't because of the presence of other people.

Oh, his ears were also very red, spreading all the way to his white jade neck.

Ning Ning retracted her gaze and tried to force out a dry laugh: "Of course not."

"That's good."

He Zhizhou became interested and talked about it nonstop: "I heard that it's something that only very close people would do. In the storybook, the hero and heroine do it this way - well, everyone knows that if you're not careful, it can go off accidentally. It's very exciting."

No, she didn't want to understand.

Ningning's grip on the chopsticks became tighter and tighter, her mind became more and more confused, and thousands of words came together into one sentence: He Zhizhou, shut up! ! !

She was speechless, pursed her lips and lowered her head, and suddenly she felt a soft force covering her fingers.

When she looked down, she found that it was Pei Ji who reached his hand under the table and quietly hooked her fingertips.

Although this is a comforting gesture, but once it appears in this moment...

It really makes people more embarrassed.

Ningning felt like her face was burning.

But Tian Xianzi was still laughing foolishly: "Oh, let's not talk about this topic in front of so many people. It makes me shy."

This is an orthodox swordsman who loves swords as much as he loves his wife. It is estimated that he has never even touched a woman's hand in his entire life.

But he wasn't the shyest one.

"Well," Ning Ning couldn't sit there any longer. Not wanting others to see the suspicious red marks on her face, she stood up hastily, "I'll go see if there are any pastries left in the kitchen."

She walked in a hurry, and when she arrived at the kitchen, her body was still hot, so she scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on her face.

Where did Pei Ji learn this method? She thought it was some serious healing method, and she used it on him without knowing why, and even asked him...

Also asked him if he was feeling comfortable.

Now that I think about it, it was too ambiguous.

——Isn’t that just a scumbag who flirts with others recklessly and is irresponsible!

Ningning was slapping her face desperately, and when she looked up, she saw a familiar shadow at the door.

Pei Ji's face didn't show much emotion, his thin lips were pursed into a flat line, and his ears looked very red because of his extremely fair skin.

"That method was taught to me by Chengying. I don't know—"

He spoke with difficulty but sincerely, always looking into Ningning's eyes: "I didn't know it meant that. I'm sorry if it's offensive."

Chengying.

She and Pei Ji, one came from a different world that knew nothing about cultivating immortals, and the other had never received any education in this area since childhood. They were deceived by Cheng Ying and directly tricked into it.

Ningning couldn't help but have a headache. What kind of temperament does this famous ancient sword spirit have?

Although this method was indeed quite useful and played a significant role in repairing their sea of ​​consciousness, but...

She pressed her temples and looked up at Pei Ji.

Pei Ji's whole body was stretched straight, his black pupils were dark and unclear: "Are you angry?"

He was nervous because he didn't have a sword in his hand and his right hand was tightly clenched on his coat.

I was touched by the cuteness.

"What's there to be angry about?"

Pei Ji rarely showed such a weak look. The chaotic thoughts in Ning Ning's mind disappeared because of his eyes. She comforted him without thinking: "Anyway, we will always be like this in the future, so just adapt to it in advance--"

Oh, that's not right.

No, no! What the hell is she talking about! Pei Ji's expression was obviously frozen!

Ningning turned into a wooden man who couldn't move and didn't want to think at all.

She thought seriously about the possibility of traveling back in time.

"I still don't quite understand...those things."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Pei Ji continued her words.

His face was red, and his expression was serious as always: "Senior Sister Zheng gave me some books, I will study hard."

Pei Ji paused and emphasized: "I learn things very quickly."

Ningning looked at him with eyes wide open.

Senior Sister Zheng! Senior sister, what have you done? What kind of unreliable and ruthless characters are Senior Sister Zheng and Chengying Sword Spirit? ! !

How could Pei Ji say such words in such a serious tone? Isn't this person shy? How does a sword cultivator’s brain work?

What is "quick learning"? She, she, she, she is not in a hurry, although -

Ningning couldn't think any further.

"Stop talking."

The blushing little girl raised her hand to cover his lips, frowned as if extremely embarrassed, and suddenly loosened her hand, stood on tiptoe and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Ningning left after the kiss, rubbing her face with her hands as she walked, trying to make the conspicuous blush fade a little: "Let's go, eat, eat."

The young swordsman stared at her back and gently touched the place where he was kissed with his fingertips.

Those words were equally difficult for him to speak of, like a beautiful and deep cave that he had only ever seen from afar and never dared to approach and explore.

So even at this moment, his ears were still burning.

However, if I were with her——

Pei Ji lowered his head slightly, the redness at the corners of his eyes deepened, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

The deep kiss not long ago was still vivid in his mind. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Hmm."