"Build an old monk and hit him on the head; build a young monk and hit him on the head; finally build a Fanyin Temple and take my Pegasus Fist!"

He Zhizhou dressed thickly and wrapped himself into a white fluffy ball. He squatted in the snow to build a snowman, grinning and muttering something with a sly face.

Lin Xun looked at him and the two deformed oval snowballs in front of him and comforted him carefully: "Brother He, don't be sad. Although we had a hard time those days, it really tempered our character. There is gain in loss."

He Zhizhou snorted coldly.

After attending the Dharma Conference, although he lost the joy of being a salted fish and vegetable dog, he gained real pain as a price. What a loss must be gained.

Ningning was happily making a snowman not far from them. Hearing this, she looked up and said to Pei Ji with a smile: "Fortunately, we didn't go to the small class, otherwise it would be so miserable."

Today is the second day after the Dharma Conference.

They returned to Xuanxu yesterday. After a whole day of rest and recuperation, Ningning has recovered most of her energy, but the conditions of the others are not so satisfactory.

The plan to tamper with the course list failed. He Zhizhou and Lin Xun were deceived by the evil title party. They shivered in the cold wind and read Buddhist scriptures for several days, but they failed to subdue the temptation in the end.

Zheng Weiqi was forced to study Buddhist classics. For a long time, she could say more than three Buddhist philosophies when talking to others.

They are all poor people, so miserable.

She silently expressed her sympathy in her heart, then lowered her head to look at the snowman in front of her, and poked Pei Ji's shoulder: "Are your hands cold?"

Today's snow was particularly heavy, and Zheng Weiqi and others just needed to vent their depressed emotions. Everyone hit it off and came to Wangyue Peak to build a snowman.

Ning Ning was very interested in this matter, but she was born in the south and had rarely seen snow, let alone snowball fights and snowmen.

She tried to gather the snow into a ball like in TV dramas, but she couldn't press it firmly every time. As soon as she picked up the snowball, it broke uncontrollably and turned into white flakes all over the ground.

So after a while, the responsibility of making the snowman fell on Pei Ji.

His hands were large and slender, and unexpectedly very flexible. His white jade-like fingers pinched the snowballs into various shapes, and when he applied a little force, the joints would turn a beautiful white color.

Ning Ning was surprised and heard him respond softly, "It's not cold."

Because she had been transferring spiritual power into Pei Ji's body to keep him warm.

Ningning pursed her lips and smiled, taking a step closer to him without leaving any trace: "Where did you learn to make a snowman? It doesn't look like your first time."

She thought that according to Pei Ji's personality, he would stay away from such a childish pastime.

Pei Ji said "hmm": "When I was a child, I often made snowmen for fun - what shape should I make my head into? Is this okay?"

So the little girl beside him reached out her hand with great interest and pinched the snowball he was holding, and the topic of "making snowmen" was naturally thrown behind her mind.

"Build a snowman."

Pei Ji carried a sword with him, so he could hear Cheng Ying's voice. The uncle suddenly stopped talking halfway, and after a while he sighed and said, "Pei Xiaoji was so cute back then. Unlike now, he is only cute to Ning Ning, which makes me so sad."

In fact, for Pei Ji, snow is not a very beautiful thing.

When he lived with his mother, even in the coldest winter, he never got warm clothes, and he could only curl up in a corner to retain the scarce heat.

Sometimes his mother was so angry that she would even take him out of the small room in the basement and let Pei Ji stay in the snowy night when water turned into ice. Snow flakes fell one by one, like a thick quilt on the ground, but when he fell into the snow, he felt only the biting cold.

Late at night, heavy snow and dusk fell together. The darkness that he feared was everywhere. When Pei Ji was frozen and unconscious, only Chengying would talk to him.

Later, he started to make snowmen.

Other children were unwilling to play with him, so Pei Ji watched from a distance and learned some skills.

At that time, his hands were full of red and swollen frostbite. Whenever he touched snowflakes, he would feel stinging from the cold. Fortunately, Pei Ji had long been accustomed to the pain. Looking at the white snowballs gradually covering his head and facial features, he would always have a strange feeling in his heart.

- It stood quietly in place, as if it was a person who could not speak or move.

The world is so vast, and only it is willing to stay by his side.

"... Pei Ji?"

The clear girl's voice brought him back to reality. Pei Ji looked down and happened to meet Ning Ning's smiling eyes.

She never concealed her emotions. When she was happy, she would grin subconsciously. While looking at him, she stretched out her hand, revealing a few beans and branches in her white palm: "These can be used as eyes and arms, what do you think?"

The shadows of the past suddenly dissipated in that moment.

Pei Ji smiled silently, took a step back, and motioned her to come forward: "You do it."

It was the first time for Ning Ning to make a snowman with Pei Ji. She felt that she had a heavy responsibility and was very serious. Not only did she carefully put the beans and wooden sticks, but after the work was done, she thought about it and took a small awning from the storage bag and put it on the snowman.

As soon as she stopped, she heard a familiar voice behind her that was overjoyed: "Wow - the snowman made by Ningning and Pei Ji is worthy of being a master!"

Tianxianzi and Mengzhu came here to join in the fun at some point, and they were wearing white clothes and covered with snow, like two walking snowballs.

The former was very interested and kept chattering: "Weiqi's little pig is not bad, with round eyes, round nose and round ears, very cute."

"Master."

Senior Sister Zheng stared at him dimly: "This is you."

Tianxianzi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and Mengzhu habitually came to the rescue: "This master is actually quite good-looking, but a little ugly."

... This is a rescue by a hammer!

Tian Xianzi swallowed a tear, and when he walked up to He Zhizhou and Lin Xun, he finally learned his lesson and didn't make the first move. He gave the first chance to speak to his good disciple: "Meng Zhu, what do you think of this... doll?"

He really couldn't tell what it was, and after thinking for a while, he could only refer to it as a "doll".

The snowmen made by the two were blurry-faced, with deformed hands and feet. Their bodies were crooked like mud, and their mouths were painted with red paint. When they were placed on the ground, they looked like they had accidentally entered a horror movie set.

Meng Ju nodded: "There is a perverted beauty in the ugliness, and some unspeakable sexiness hidden in the vulgarity. It is rare to see such a dynamic snowman, as if it can laugh out loud at any time and crawl on the ground."

"Wait."

The brat said it in one breath. Tian Xianzi vaguely sensed something wrong: "This thing, can't it be me?"

Lin Xun's face was flushed, and he lowered his head with apology.

Tian Xianzi glared at his good disciple Meng Ju angrily.

He felt that this person did it on purpose! Evil disciples, these evil disciples!

"Master is here today, why don't you show us some sword skills?"

Zheng Weiqi clapped her hands and suddenly became interested: "You don't know, Master is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also very good at making snow sculptures!"

Tianxianzi smiled artificially: "Actually, I can't say I'm very good at it, I just know a little bit."

He said, and then he transformed his natal sword and coughed seriously: "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll show you."

Even if a sword cultivator is lazy on weekdays, once the long sword is unsheathed, it will be a completely different aura.

Tianxianzi's sword is clear and the surging spiritual power brings up waves of roaring winds, and the heavy snow in the sky is rolling wantonly, condensing into a dragon in the air.

Suddenly, the long dragon was startled and flew forward at lightning speed, with white light flying wherever it passed.

The sword energy was like light and shadow, and in a moment, it cut the accumulated snow into lifelike edges and contours. The originally empty sky and earth suddenly had a few motionless rabbits, cats and flying birds.

The sword energy was invisible and traceless, like an arrow passing by Pei Ji's ears. Without any warning, a sword energy suddenly stopped and spun above his head.

A round snowball fell from the treetops and hit Ningning on the head.

The little girl let out an "ouch".

The voice that came out subconsciously was so light and thin that his heart moved along with it.

Pei Ji smiled and whispered, "Don't move."

Ning Ning was obedient and didn't move. Because she lowered her head slightly, Pei Ji only needed to lower his eyes to see the snowflakes on her head.

The snowball was not big, and it shattered when it fell on her head, turning into small balls. He reached out and brushed them off one by one, and heard Ning Ning whispered, "It's so cold."

She was always paying attention to Pei Ji's actions, so she could clearly notice that the other party's hand movements suddenly stopped.

He spoke hesitantly: "There is a note...inside this snowball."

"Note?"

Ning Ning raised her head suddenly, causing snowflakes to fall down: "What's written on it?"

"It says--"

Pei Ji frowned and lowered his head, his eyes scanning the beautiful small characters on the note, and the words that were about to come out were all blocked in his throat.

The note hidden in the snowball had black words on it, carefully written stroke by stroke: [Happy birthday, Pei Ji].

The snowflakes that were flying around suddenly became quiet.

His originally clear thoughts became blank, and in the whole world, there was only the sound of his heart beating.

Pei Ji looked up blankly and saw Ning Ning's bright eyes.

The sunlight fell on her long eyelashes, like a broken fleeting light, and in her dark pupils, a smile almost overflowed.

"Pei Ji."

She raised the corners of her lips, and a small pear-shaped swirl appeared on her cheeks: "Do you remember what day it is today?"

No one has ever celebrated his birthday.

Pei Ji was almost panicked.

"Oh my God, I finally don't have to pretend! Come on, come and see the gift I prepared for you!"

He Zhizhou burst into a shocking laugh, and mercilessly stretched out his right hand to make a big hole in the belly of the snowman he had built.

Inside the hole, there was a dark black long box prepared by him and Lin Xun.

Zheng Weiqi split the snowman in half with a sword, and there was also a rather delicate small box hidden inside.

Tianxianzi's mouth twitched wildly, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart when he looked at his two bodies that died tragically for no reason.

"I still think that the method I thought of is the best."

Zheng Weiqi snorted lightly: "Just imagine, when Junior Brother Pei gets up in the morning and goes out, he can see each of us holding a gift - how shocking."

"Junior Brother Lin's strategy is also very good!"

He Zhizhou patted the little white dragon on the shoulder: "Using snow to pile up blessings, it's so romantic."

"You don't understand, this is the mood of us sword cultivators."

Tianxianzi said: "This blessing should be conveyed with sword energy - come, come, Pei Ji, take a look at the gift prepared by the master for you, the thousand-year-old apple god flower, which will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation."

"And this one!"

He Zhizhou grinned foolishly, "Junior brother Lin Xun and I don't have much money, so we pooled our spirit stones to buy you an ice silkworm coat. It will definitely look good on you."

The three people before him were all paupers who were crazy about swords. They emptied their private money to finally come up with a few gifts.

Meng Ju smiled gently, fully demonstrating the basic qualities of a wealthy person: "Junior Brother Pei, I heard that you got the Chengying Sword. I have reported it to the Sword Training Hall. This year, when you go to practice swordsmanship, all the spirit stones will be counted on my head."

Zheng Weiqi chuckled twice: "Junior Brother, a unique copy, you know what it means, right?"

"What unique copy?"

Tian Xianzi said righteously: "Zheng Weiqi, as a senior sister, you must not lead a junior brother astray! Today's situation is special. If I see this kind of thing again in the future, I will confiscate it all!"

Meng Ju nodded: "Master still has no Taoist partner, it's really time for him to be led astray."

Zheng Weiqi thought for a moment: "Master, did you see Xue Xiao having his heart blood cut out by Zhenxiao Sword Master?"

"What!"

Tian Xianzi exclaimed in surprise, and responded reflexively: "Isn't it the young city lord of Galan, Jiang Si, who wants her heart's blood?"

Oh no, exposed.

This is a plot in "Records of Cultivation and Romance". Zheng Weiqi secretly flipped through the book during class in the academy, and he accepted a copy from her.

In the end, of course, Tian Xianzi read it day and night.

——This girl just wants to trick him! Evil disciples, this bunch of evil disciples!

They were arguing with each other, and the snowstorm stirred up by Tian Xianzi had already calmed down without knowing when.

The sounds ringing in his ears were particularly vague, and Pei Ji stood there in a daze, not knowing how to express himself.

Thank you? Accept the gift? Or give a more precious gift in return?

For such a thing with no experience, he had no idea what to do next.

"Pei Xiaoji."

Chengying whispered at the waist: "Are you okay?"

To say that it was not worried would be a lie.

The word "birthday" was like a vicious curse to Pei Ji.

Chengying grew up with him and witnessed the woman's furious and crazy appearance. Every time it was Pei Ji's birthday, her madness would suddenly increase and her anger would reach its peak.

In addition to beating and scolding, Chengying was unwilling to recall those disgusting and humiliating words.

For this reason, Pei Ji would be very depressed every time at this time in the past.

Similarly, because of that woman, he had stubbornly believed for a long time that his birth was a disgusting and irreversible mistake.

At this moment, he was worried, but fortunately, this worry seemed unnecessary.

In the quiet snow, Ning Ning reached out her hand without saying a word, gently grasped his sleeve, and shook it as if to comfort him.

Her touch was like a key, pulling Pei Ji out of his chaotic memory and finally back to reality.

His expression was still very indifferent, like every cold corner in the deep winter, but under his long sleeves, Pei Ji backhanded and grasped her fingers with his fingertips.

He used an irresistible force.

*

Tian Xianzi, as the master, was finally generous today and announced that he would take everyone to the best restaurant at the foot of the mountain to eat and drink to celebrate his little apprentice's birthday.

It was still some time before night, and everyone went back to the courtyard to rest. Ning Ning helped Pei Ji carry two gift boxes and went to his house.

She was in a good mood and hummed a little tune along the way. She put the boxes on the desk and raised her eyebrows: "Pei Ji, don't you want to know what gift I have prepared?"

After the voice fell, Ning Ning did not get the answer she deserved. The moment she turned to face him, she fell into a cold embrace.

Pei Ji had a cold body, and he almost eagerly demanded the heat around her body. His palms were as cold as iron, and he covered her back and exerted force secretly.

His voice was hoarse: "You told them?"

In the crisp wood fragrance, Ningning could feel his chest rising and falling with his breathing.

She liked this breath and rubbed her face against Pei Ji's chest: "Yeah. You don't like it?"

He replied harshly: "...I like it."

How could he not like it.

It's just that such emotions are too hot. As a container, he is small and damaged, and can hardly bear such strong emotions. For a moment, he was panicked and at a loss, not knowing what to do.

This is everything he never dared to ask for.

But Ningning brought them to him.

The cold air brought in from outside has gradually subsided, and Pei Ji can feel his body getting warmer.

Suddenly, her voice came to her ears: "Pei Ji."

Pei Ji took a step back, keeping his hands on her lower back, and looked Ning Ning in the eye.

He has a pair of very beautiful eyes.

The deep pupils are like black ink, and the corners of the eyes are slightly tilted upwards, outlining a fascinating and shallow arc.

Ning Ning looked up for a moment, then stood on tiptoes and kissed his thin lips.

Her kiss was dense and lingering, and in the cold winter air, even such a light touch seemed particularly warm and seductive.

His body was cold all over, and the girl's lips brought him a fascinating heat, like a small hook, which could effortlessly attract all his messy thoughts.

Ning Ning kissed him more and more skillfully while taking steps forward.

This was a movement similar to guiding, Pei Ji didn't understand why, he could only follow her force and step back.

Then his calf hit a hard object, and his body was gently pushed by Ning Ning.

He sat down on the wooden chair in front of the desk.

Ning Ning paused for a moment and sat on his thigh.

Pei Ji's breathing suddenly froze.

This was a completely different feeling from hugging, more ambiguous and hotter. Pei Ji could feel the temperature of her body through a layer of clothes.

It was obviously winter, but the surroundings were filled with scalding heat like fire, making his head dizzy.

With this movement, Ning Ning became the slightly taller one.

"It's too tiring to stand there."

Her face flushed, and her voice was trembling with nervousness at the end: "Do you want to see my gift?"

Sitting on him in this position was already the limit of Ning Ning's courage.

She didn't dare to move rashly, so she had to lower her head to look for the gift. Before long, a faint light appeared in the storage bag.

It was a pure black scabbard, surrounded by sandalwood and overflowing with spiritual energy. Just one glance would tell you that it was not an ordinary thing.

"This is for you, and Chengying."

She smiled and said, "It has been with you for so many years, you can't wear the clothes of the old sword anymore."

If Chengying hadn't been placed in the guest room by him when he entered the house, Pei Ji would have heard a crazy goose cry in his ears at this moment.

Ning Ning curled her lips, and the last part of her voice rose up to show off: "Besides, for a sword cultivator as powerful as our Pei Ji, the sword and scabbard must be the best."

He is not powerful, and not good.

Some past events buried deep in his memory emerged faintly, and Pei Ji's eyes dimmed. In a trance, he suddenly noticed that the girl who was close to him lowered her head and approached without warning.

Black hair cascaded down his neck and shoulders, Ning Ning's thin lips gently pressed against his earlobe, and as if unable to control herself, she parted her lips and pursed them.

The earlobe looked so red that it seemed to bleed, and when she touched it, it was indeed scalding hot.

The heat was like a scattered spark, spreading from his ear to Ning Ning's lips, and then invading the blood through her thin lips, sweeping through her whole body.

Even her soft voice carried an anxious heat.

He heard Ning Ning leaning in his ear and saying, "Happy birthday."

She paused, moved her lips away from his earlobe, changed her posture, and suddenly raised her hands to hold the boy's cheek.

And the tip of her nose was right against Pei Ji's nose.

This was an extremely intimate action, with zero distance between them, not to mention that Ningning was sitting on his thighs, and the slightest movement of her feet would draw out an inexplicable hot current.

Ningning said to him, "Pei Ji was born into this world, which is the best gift for me."

The girl's palm slowly stroked his pale skin, gradually outlining the angular facial contours.

Pei Ji couldn't move, and he seemed to have no strength in his body. He could only stare blankly at the smiling black pupils of the person in front of him.

The endless dark black vortex captured him in an instant.

"I'm really happy to meet Pei Ji."

She moved her legs and moved her body closer: "Thank you for coming here. Because of you, every day of this day is a happy day for me."

She must have thought of his mother and used such words to comfort him.

It was really too gentle. It

was because of meeting her that Pei Ji was no longer the so-called "monster living alone" or "a freak who was born wrong."

Someone liked him gently and treated him so well.

Because she was looking at Pei Ji from a very close distance, Ning Ning could see all the changes in his expression.

The black eyes were stained with a thin layer of light pink, and the blush spread, soaking the teardrop mole in the eye sockets and the corners of the eyes, as if he was moved and would shed tears at any time.

Pei Ji had never shown such an expression in front of others. Only when facing her would he retract the sharp thorns on his body and show his most secretive and vulnerable side.

Ning Ning continued to move forward, wanting to kiss the slightly red corners of his eyes, but before she could get close, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

A strange, different feeling.

...Under her.

There was a moment of silence in the cramped space.

Pei Ji's eyes were not just red.

Ning Ning couldn't help but think that his face was super super super super red, like a cosmic explosion.

Although she was the same.

"Ning Ning."

He sat on the wooden chair, his voice trembling with shame for the first time: "You...get up first."

She also remembered!

Ning Ning was panicked and embarrassed: "Then, then you have to let go of your hands first."

Pei Ji then realized that his hands were still around her waist.

When Ning Ning got up and left, the feeling of being close to each other slowly dissipated, replaced by another more secretive and unspeakable strong ambiguity.

She was so nervous that she wanted to bang her head against the wall. She tried desperately to organize the words in her mind, but when they came to her mouth, they all turned into scattered words: "Well, first, I'm leaving. You can take your time. There's no rush. Wait until tonight--"

- So what was she saying!

Ning Ning: "Then, then I'll leave first?"

Pei Ji sat on the wooden chair, tightly holding the scabbard she gave him.

The embarrassment was like a tide, and he lowered his head, pursed his lips, and uttered a hoarse "hmm".

Then he heard the sound of footsteps, and Ningning kissed him on the face before leaving.

She said, "Happy birthday."

The sugar jar in his chest was knocked over by these four words, and the sourness and shyness retreated instantly.

In his usually quiet and desolate heart, sweet sugar was sprinkled all over the floor.