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

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

Pei Ji pursed his lips and smiled, as if he was a little helpless at her urging, and reached out to lift the wooden cover on the upper layer of the pot.

As the hot air rose, the crisp laughter of the little girl like bell flowers was heard again.

Unknowingly, it has entered the cold winter.

The winter is severe, and the mountains of the Xuanxu Sword Sect are covered with a thick layer of white. Fluffy snowballs hang on the branches and treetops, and when the wind blows gently, the snow in the sky will float away like flying catkins.

The cold air was everywhere, condensing on the window sills to form frost. When Ning Ning approached him and spoke, she would spit out clouds of white mist.

Pei Ji thought that the mist must be hot.

It had been more than a month since they returned from Tianhe.

Pei Ji was the most seriously injured. He stayed in bed for a long time and finally recovered a lot.

Lin Xun and Tian Xianzi exhausted all their spiritual power that day. When they returned, they were almost like two dying salted fish. Fortunately, after day-by-day recuperation, they had recovered to normal.

The most noteworthy one was Wen Hemian.

Pei Ji was not familiar with him. He only knew that Elder Jiangxing's sea of ​​consciousness was damaged. This time, he fought with the devil with the determination to die and tried his best.

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

The demon clan was defeated, and the two instruments of dust were resealed. All the major sects in the cultivation world were shocked and went to Tianhe the next day to discuss the affairs of the demon clan.

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

What was particularly coincidental was that when people collected their bones for them, they saw a solitary moon lotus in a corner not far away. After all the

changes in Cangsang over the years, it was the only one that had always stood here, witnessing the stories that happened that year, and accompanying those buried under the sand and dust forever.

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

So time passed, and it came to today.

Midwinter is the time for reunion. The disciples of Tianxianzi finally got together. After serious discussion among the poor people, they decided to make a big meal by themselves.

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

Several pairs of cunning eyes fell on the silent black-clothed boy at the same time.

The famous Xuanxu Sword Sect is so sinister.

The rest of the people knew nothing about cooking. After they broke 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 Ning Ning, who seemed the most reliable, was left.

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

said "teaching", but in fact she has always been only good at eating and had no idea about the cooking steps. She could only tell him the general ingredients and taste.

Pei Ji listened carefully and only said "hmm". He didn't expect that after a lot of hard work, he actually made it.

Ning Ning liked to see him bending his head to make dumplings the most.

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

When he wields the sword, his eyes are full of cold hostility, his pupils are dark and you can't see the bottom at a glance, as if everything in the world is irrelevant to him, and he is filled with a determined murderous intent.

But once in the kitchen, this hostility disappears silently.

The hand holding the sword is slender and beautiful. When it presses hard on the starch, the knuckles will turn slightly white, and against the light pink nails, it looks inexplicably cute and well-behaved.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped quietly, covering a layer of shadow under the eyes, and the lips were a soft peach color, finally not as pale as when he was seriously ill.

No matter what Pei Ji looked like, Ning Ning liked him very much.

When the rose milk cake came out of the cage, the heat and milky fragrance spread quickly, and the strong fragrance of rose syrup seemed to wrap around her whole heart, making her uncontrollably excited.

This dessert is not difficult to make. The starch is coated with sugar, milk and rose sauce, which looks like round little balls. Pei Ji sprinkles a layer of honey and rose juice on top, which reflects a few rays of bright light under the sunlight.

This is an appetizing presentation, not to mention the tangy milky aroma that comes right out of the cage.

Pei Ji saw her eyes shining, so he took one of them, cooled it a little, and handed it to the little girl next to him.

Ning Ning took a bite and bitten half of it.

The sweet aroma of honey is brought out to the fullest extent. When you bite it, it soaks into the milk cake and mixes with the milk. It is so wonderful that it is hard to describe.

The cake itself is hot, a little hot but not uncomfortable. The perfect heat swirls on the tip of your tongue, as if it also brings a faint rose fragrance. The soft and fluffy taste is unique, and your tongue seems to be walking on clouds.

Super happy.

In the snowy winter, warm desserts, and the best boyfriend in the world.

Ning Ning squinted her eyes in satisfaction, hugged Pei Ji from the side, and rubbed her head against his arm: "It's really 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 tasted like, and was a little nervous.

Now she praised him like this...

In the past month, he has been bedridden most of the time, and rarely had close contact with her.

At this time, being hugged by Dalue, his whole body stiffened unconsciously, his ears were 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'll tell you slowly in the future."

She raised her hand and wiped off the deep red rose jam on his lips. Her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles: "Are you still a child? You can get food on the corners of your mouth."

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

The lips were more eye-catching than usual because of the rose jam. The girl's white fingertips fell on them and gently stroked them.

Ning Ning opened her mouth slightly, her lips were rosy, and her pupils reflected his unique shadow.

And only his shadow. There was

a hazy white mist beside her, and the branches outside the window were swaying in the wind, and a bunch of snowflakes fell.

Before she could wipe it clean, her right hand was held down without any explanation.

His dark pupils were within her sight, and for some reason, Ning Ning'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 a love talk like a prelude.

However, the whole sentence ended when the first word came out.

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

Ning Ning's heart was hanging in the air.

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

The first time, he only tasted it lightly, and only stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch his lips. The second time was when Pei Ji was possessed by the devil. All his actions were instinctive and without any rules. Looking back now, it seems like a distant dream.

As for this time.

This time is different from the previous situation.

They were all very awake, with the windows wide open. The winter wind blew along their hair and passed over their cheeks, icy and cool, stimulating every sleepy sense.

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

Pei Ji's movements were still awkward.

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

"Ningning."

He lowered his voice very low, and it sounded with a strong magnetism, making her ears numb: "Open your mouth."

Something in her heart exploded.

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

Then the soft and long tongue drove straight in, and the sweet floral and milky scent spread all around, gradually filling every corner of her mouth.

He kissed without any rules, almost cautiously testing, rolling his tongue, and each touch was particularly light.

The rose milk cake beside her was still steaming.

White smoke rolled up and silently filled the space between the two of them. Through a layer of misty fog, Ningning saw his eyes close at hand.

The coldness and murderous aura in those eyes completely faded away, and the strong affection was like smeared ink, constantly growing from the bottom of his eyes, rippling out a seductive 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 more awkward and ignorant than her.

Ningning was dazed by the sweetness, and childishly stuck out the tip of his tongue to respond.

He didn't expect this action, and when he touched it, the temperature of his whole body suddenly rose.

If someone suddenly pushed the door open...it would be the end of her.

Her heart was pounding. She was so exhausted from the kiss that she couldn't even stop on her own initiative. Their

hot breaths were entangled like silk threads.

Pei Ji's strength gradually deepened, as if he had mastered the rules. He brushed and pressed down in an unskilled manner. Wherever he passed, it was sweet and itchy, full of the fragrance of milk.

Sometimes she felt shy when she was looked at by those eyes and hurriedly looked away. Then his hand lifted Ningning's chin, forcing her entire line of sight to look up and meet his gaze. It

was too much.

She thought dazedly, if it was like this now, then in the future -

wouldn't it be even more intense in the future?

This kiss came without any warning and ended just as suddenly.

Later, Ningning's head was dizzy. She only remembered that he moved his lips away, but his face remained very close to her, looking down at her, his eyes were serious and innocent. He

was like a wolf not long ago.

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

Ningning tried to glare at him fiercely.

His technique was terrible! He almost made her suffocate from kissing! He even forced her chin to lift it. Was she shy to see what was wrong with other parts?

She didn't say a word of the above words.

Ningning was so frightened 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.

Ning Ning gritted her teeth and thought, just to protect the self-esteem of her classmate Pei Ji, she was magnanimous and would not care about it.

One day, she would 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.

Ning Ning and he had just left the kitchen when they saw people sitting around the table, chattering and looking at something on the table.

Seeing the two figures, the enclosed black shadow suddenly flashed, 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 I waited? Wuwuwu! This group of people are bullying me. I have been touched here and there. I am no longer innocent!"

Chengying shook his body desperately: "They also used their consciousness to tease me. They poked and poked me. I am dirty, I am dirty!"

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

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 been unsheathed.

Chengying felt bitter in his heart.

When the thunder came, it thought its life was in danger. At most, it would perish with that hell. Unexpectedly, not only did it not die, but it was pushed out of Pei Ji's sea of ​​consciousness by a huge force and turned back to its original appearance.

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

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

Well, even if it is a sword, it is a domineering, cool and awesome sword, and its sword life is worth it.

- So you little rascals, don't poke it with your spiritual consciousness! Even a sword will be shy, okay!

Chengying turned into a wronged young wife and kept complaining to Pei Ji.

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

Meng Ju smiled and responded to her: "I bought chickens, ducks and fish at the foot of the mountain."

"I bought it."

Tian Xianzi laughed, "But no one knows how to cook. The chicken, duck and fish were not cleaned out. The taste was unbelievable."

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

Lin Xun trembled when he heard this. He couldn't imagine what the scene of his former master was like.

He Zhizhou couldn't wait to rub his hands and laugh, staring at the beggar chicken closest to him: "It smells so good! Hehehe, the chicken is our most delicious friend!"

This senior brother is also abnormal!

Little White Dragon was terrified. He drank a sip of hot tea to suppress his fear, fearing that one day He Zhizhou would approach him with a knife and say, "Xiaolong is our most delicious junior brother."

It was so scary! He thought Senior Brother He could do it!

"What a delicious food in the world, Pei Ji!"

Tian Xianzi swallowed a mouthful of mutton and radish soup. The rich meat aroma was a little spicy, which exploded the long-dormant taste buds: "This aroma, this taste, my good disciple's hands, should be treasured!"

"It's really good."

Meng Ju still smiled and said the most explosive words in the most peaceful tone: "Master, why don't you imprison Junior Brother Pei, so that we won't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives."

He said something very scary!

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

"By the way, Ning Ning, 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. She curled her lips with delight at the soft, glutinous and tasty taste. After she swallowed a piece of chicken, she said angrily: "Meng Zhu is really something. He taught you everything... Don't do that kind of thing to others casually, understand?"

Ning Ning was eating, and was stunned when she heard the words, staring at Senior Sister Zheng blankly.

"Spiritual entry? It means to probe your own consciousness into other people's meridians and sea of ​​consciousness, so as to improve your cultivation and heal wounds?"

He Zhizhou made an "Oh, oh, I understand" look, and chuckled a few times: "Isn't this the legendary 'spiritual intercourse'?"

Ningning: ...

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

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

Ningning's mood fluctuated greatly as if she was on a roller coaster, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

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

She and Pei Ji have been very, very innocent so far, yes, that's it.

She comforted herself with a clear conscience, but she didn't expect that the next moment, she heard Zheng Weiqi's righteous voice: "That's clearly the beginning of double cultivation!"

Ningning: ...

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

Double - cultivation -

isn't double cultivation all about men and women, naked, this and that, indescribable? This word is not as good as "spiritual communication"!

"What's the difference?"

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

Ningning's brain was about to explode.

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

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

Her gaze quietly moved to the side and fell silently on Pei Ji's face.

He was also looking at her, slightly opening his lips as if he wanted to explain, but couldn't speak 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 squeeze out a dry laugh: "Of course not."

"That's good."

He Zhizhou became interested and talked endlessly about science: "I heard that it was something that only two very close people would do. In the storybook, the male and female protagonists rely on this - well, everyone knows that if you are not careful, the gun will go off accidentally, which is very exciting."

No, she didn't want to understand.

Ning Ning's hand holding the chopsticks became tighter and tighter, and her mind became more and more confused. Thousands of words were condensed into one sentence: He Zhizhou, shut up!!!

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

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

Although this was a comforting gesture, once it appeared at this moment...

it was indeed more embarrassing.

Ning Ning felt as if her face was burning.

But Tianxianzi was still giggling: "Hey, 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 life.

But he is not the most shy one.

"Well," Ningning couldn't sit here anymore. She didn't want others to see the suspicious red marks on her face, so she stood up hurriedly, "I'll go see if there are any missed pastries in the kitchen."

She left in a hurry. When she came to the kitchen, she was still hot, so she scooped a handful of cool water and patted her face.

Where did Pei Ji learn this method? She thought it was some serious healing method, and she used it on him at such an early time, and even asked him...

She even asked him if he was comfortable.

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

- Isn't that just a scumbag who flirts around and doesn't take responsibility!

Ning Ning 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 were very red because of his extremely white skin.

"That method was taught to me by Chengying, I don't know -"

He said it harshly, but sincerely, always looking into Ning Ning's eyes: "I don't know what it means, I'm sorry if it's offensive."

Chengying.

She and Pei Ji, one came from a different world that knew nothing about cultivation, and the other had never received any education in this area since childhood, and was deceived by Chengying and directly deceived into it.

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

Although this method is indeed very useful and has played a significant role in the two of them repairing the complex sea, but...

She pressed her temples and looked up at Pei Ji.

Pei Ji's whole body was straight, his black pupils were dim: "Are you angry?"

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

was

so cute. "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, and she comforted without thinking: "Anyway, we will always be like that in the future, just adapt to it in advance-"

Oh, that's not right.

No, no! What kind of nonsense is she talking about! Pei Ji's expression was obviously frozen!

Ning Ning turned into a wooden man who would not move and did not want to think at all.

She was thinking seriously about the possibility of time travel.

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

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

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

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

Ning Ning looked at him with wide eyes.

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

How can Pei Ji say such words in such a serious tone? Is this person not shy at all? What is the brain of a sword cultivator like? What

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

Ning Ning couldn't continue thinking.

"You, you, don't say it."

The blushing little girl raised her hand to cover his lips, frowned as if extremely embarrassed, and suddenly let go, tiptoed to give him a light kiss on the lips.

Ning Ning 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 sword cultivator stared at her back in a daze, and gently touched the place where she was kissed with his fingertips.

Those words were equally hard for him to swallow, like a beautiful and deep cave that he had only seen from afar, and dared not approach to explore.

Therefore, until now, his ears were still burning.

However, if he were with her——

Pei Ji lowered his head slightly, the red at the corners of his eyes deepened, and a faint smile overflowed from the corners of his lips.

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