When Ning Ning woke up, the first thing she smelled was a fresh and clean soap scent.

This breath was warm and gentle, flowing around her nose and face, making her want to get closer. Ning Ning was half asleep and half awake, her consciousness was not very clear, and she instinctively rubbed forward -

but something was wrong.

Unlike the past, her face was pressed tightly against something.

It felt a little hard, and there was a layer of soft fabric on the outside. In the silence, Ning Ning could feel a throbbing force, beating back and forth.

Her mind suddenly gathered, and she remembered the cold white moonlight last night.

Pei Ji's face... was also cold white.

She and Pei Ji were sleeping in the same bed.

They all drank last night. Although they were not drunk, under the influence of alcohol, they were braver than usual.

Ning Ning thought vaguely that it was she who was so careless in the first place that he stayed.

And that sentence "Do you want to hear your heartbeat?"...

The tingling that spread from her chest and filled her blood seemed to still be remnant, gently poking her heart. Ning Ning blushed a little, but she was more of an uncontrollable joy and happiness.

She was now hugging the person she loved. He was warm and comfortable, and he was tightly attached to Pei Ji, just like leaning on a well-behaved, warm big teddy bear.

It was super, super happy.

He always got up very early, and today the sun was high in the sky, so it must have been noon, but Pei Ji was still lying in bed.

Ning Ning's heart moved, she moved her head away from his arms, and looked up.

Then, as expected, she met a pair of dark eyes.

The winter sunlight was cold, passing through the window and landing on his eyebrows.

Because Pei Ji lowered his eyes, Ning Ning could clearly see his long eyelashes, which were pitch black and drooped obediently like a fan, making his pupils dark and deep, like a whirlpool.

He didn't expect the person in his arms to suddenly raise his head, his eyes flickered leisurely, but his wrist subconsciously exerted force to hold her tighter.

"Good morning."

The winter quilt was so warm that people didn't want to move, and Pei Ji's arms were even more comfortable and soft. Ning Ning liked this feeling, and also raised her hands to hug his waist.

The waist is so thin, and the lines are as smooth as water, concave at the right place. If you press forward carefully, you can feel the hard muscles.

"When did you wake up?"

Her voice was muffled on Pei Ji's chest, and she smiled: "You haven't been moving all the time?"

Pei Ji's fingertips trembled slightly when his waist was touched suddenly. Perhaps he felt itchy, and his breathing was a little disordered: "Not long ago."

This was of course a lie.

Although he woke up much later than usual due to alcohol, it was also very early, about an hour away from noon.

There has never been such a day. When he woke up from his sleep, he was no longer facing the cold bed, but the girl he had been thinking about and admiring for a long time.

Pei Ji didn't want to wake her up or startle her, so he just stepped back a little, lowered his head and stared at Ning Ning's sleeping appearance, and then slowly outlined her face with his eyes and fingertips.

She was born innocent and pretty, with jade-white skin stained with a thin layer of light pink. Even in her sleep, the corners of her lips were lightly curved.

Pei Ji touched her soft lips and kissed her upturned mouth corners and cheek ridges quietly.

After the kiss, he held the little girl in his arms again, and in the warm winter light, he used his body to feel her softness and warmth, making her completely belong to him.

He used to practice swordplay like crazy, and he always thought that daydreaming was a waste of time, but now that he was with Ningning, even holding her motionlessly could make him feel indescribably satisfied.

Pei Ji was willing to be obsessed with this.

"It's getting late."

Ningning yawned, and poked his sunken waist through a layer of clothes: "When are you going to get up?"

Pei Ji: "..."

Pei Ji raised his right hand and touched her hair. His voice was clear, with the unique hoarseness after waking up. Although he used a firm and irrefutable tone, he also sounded like he was acting coquettishly: "Hold me for a while longer."

*

Pei Ji was very clingy in bed, but when he got out of bed, he became a serious, cold and indifferent swordsman again.

Chengying was left outside the bedroom by him. When he saw the two of them coming out, his whole mind began to jump around like crazy. He let out excited goose calls and asked him impatiently: "Pei Xiaoji! What did you do last night? Did you lie in the same bed? Ahhhhhh!"

Since Chengying separated from his body, Ningning could also hear the voice of this middle-aged uncle. She smiled and touched the pure black hilt of Chengying's sword: "Guess." Chengying

couldn't guess. Chengying was

crazy.

Direct disciples and outer disciples are treated differently. They don't have to live in collective dormitories. Each of them is assigned an independent small courtyard, which can guarantee each other's privacy.

Ningning thought that no one would find Pei Ji here with her, but when she was about to open the door to go out, she heard a sudden knock on the door.

Ning Ning felt guilty for being a thief. She quickly exchanged a glance with Pei Ji. When she saw the latter nod, she pretended to be calm and put her hand on the bolt.

The door opened, and standing outside were Senior Sister Zheng Weiqi and He Zhizhou.

There were also two children, a boy and a girl.

"Ning Ning, come out and play! This is me--"

Zheng Weiqi said happily. She glanced at him and was stunned when she saw Pei Ji: "Pei, Junior Brother Pei?"

Ning Ning seemed to be caught doing something bad. She immediately explained in a stiff voice: "He came here not long ago to study swordsmanship with me!"

She didn't have any romantic thoughts when she spoke, but these words fell into Pei Ji's ears and turned into a faint fire, burning a patch of red on his ear.

Study swordsmanship.

When Ning Ning was in Galan, she once jokingly mentioned the "Rain and Wind Swordsmanship". He was confused at the time and thought it was a serious swordsmanship. He told her seriously that they could study together in the future.

Thinking about it now, he felt embarrassed to the point of blushing.

Zheng Weiqi was stubborn and smiled and said "Oh" without thinking too much.

Ning Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to change the topic when she heard the little girl next to the eldest senior sister curiously ask, "Big brother came here not long ago, why are there no footprints in front of the door?"

Ning Ning was stunned by the question in the childish voice, and felt a surge of heat from her heart to her face.

"I came early in the morning, and the new snow has already covered the ground."

Pei Ji took on this difficult question for her, holding the sword and said in a calm voice, "Senior Sister Zheng, who are these two?"

After Zheng Weiqi's introduction, Ning Ning finally understood that the two children were the children of her cousin Qiu Baishuang.

"My cousin and his wife came to Xuanxu to attend the Fairy Gathering - that's the one at the end of every year where all the great minds in the world of cultivation come to chat."

Zheng Weiqi explained patiently: "The Fairy Gathering doesn't end until the evening, and we couldn't bring these two little guys in to join in the fun. I happened to be in Xuanxu, so my cousin and his wife handed them over to me."

As she spoke, she touched the little girl's head and laughed out loud: "This girl's name is Qiu Qiu, and her nickname is 'Qiuqiu'; her brother takes their mother's surname, and is called Gulu, and we all call him 'Gulu'."

The naming level of these parents is simply unmatched. Ningning suspected that if there was a third child, he might be named with the single word "gun", and if put together in a sentence, it would be "Qiuqiu Gulu Gun".

It sounds like a loving family. The only question to consider is whether to call them "Gu Gun" or "Qiu Gun" - after all, no matter which one, they don't sound like people from the mortal world.

There are many scenic spots in Xuanxu Sword Sect, but the two children are less than ten years old and have no interest in famous mountains and rivers. The greatest fun in winter is to make snowmen and have snowball fights.

He Zhizhou likes children very much and is very excited: "Come, watch your brother build an imperial city for you!"

Qiu Qiu, as the older sister, is already seven or eight years old. This is an outgoing little girl with an oval face and big eyes. Her pink face is half covered by the white fur on the awning. When she heard the words, her eyes lit up and she clapped with expectation.

The younger brother Gulu was only five years old, and was wrapped up in heavy clothes like a ball, looking like a round bean sprout. He was much more shy, and he followed Zheng Weiqi closely, looking around with some curiosity.

"I heard that Junior Brother He is very good at composing poems."

Zheng Weiqi said, "It's snowing heavily now, why don't you write a poem."

When He Zhizhou was free, he would occasionally recite poems with his fellow brothers. The reason why Ning Ning was able to confirm his identity as a time traveler was because this person recited a familiar poem.

She thought He Zhizhou would recite a piece of "Thousands of trees are in bloom with pear blossoms" or "Snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms", but he snorted and laughed, shook his hair, and spoke loudly:

"It is white when you look at it from a distance, and it is white when you look at it up close. It is water that cannot be drunk, and it is ash that cannot be warmed up."

Ningning: "Huh?"

"Ningning and Pei Ji hold hands, and I walk behind them like a dog."

He Zhizhou was in high spirits and spoke more and more excitedly: "Two little friends are here, named Xiao Gu and Xiao Qiu."

Qiu Qiu heard her name in the poem and was so honored that she stretched out her chubby hands and clapped her hands hard: "Brother is awesome!"

"Hehe, congratulations!"

He Zhizhou said with a smile: "As long as you study hard, you can become like me in time."

Ningning shook her head madly for Qiu Qiu in her heart.

No, no, no, I still don't want to become like you, Brother He!

Children's interest comes especially quickly. Qiu Qiu's blood boiled after hearing this: "I don't want to make snowmen... I want to write poetry!"

She was excited and expectant, and the soft tail tone couldn't help but rise: "Brother He, do you have poetry books in your room?"

The answer is of course no, there are only a lot of strange sword manuals.

He Zhizhou had been tortured by ancient Chinese literature and poetry during his nine-year compulsory education. He had finally come to the world of cultivation and had long forgotten the romantic stories of the literati.

But he couldn't spoil the girl's interest. After some thought, he clapped his hands and said, "Let's go. Brother will take you to learn poetry!"

Ning Ning always felt that he was not a bookworm. Hearing this, she laughed, "You really bought a lot of poetry books?"

"How could that be possible?"

He reached out and picked up Qiu Qiu, and said, "Let's go to Lin Xun's yard - doesn't he love poetry and painting the most?"

He Zhizhou lowered his head and looked at the timid little boy not far away: "Gulu, do you want to go?"

Gulu shook his head.

He wanted to make a snowman.

"Then I'll take her away."

He Zhizhou was childlike and always got along well with other children. He held Qiu Qiu in his arms a little higher, trotting forward on the snow while raising his voice: "Hold on tight - we're taking off, fly, fly, fly, fly -"

"Junior Brother He," Zheng Weiqi sighed as she watched him go away, "You're indeed a young man, you're really full of energy."

After she finished her sigh, she subconsciously looked at Gulu beside her.

Compared to his sister, this kid was obviously much more reserved. Gulu's personality was not like his parents. He was too gentle and shy, easily shy, and especially afraid of strangers. Even Zheng Weiqi didn't get to know him well.

He was concentrating on making snowballs. Ningning, who was squatting on the ground beside him, supported her face with her right hand and said with a smile: "What kind of snowman do you want to make? Sister will help you."

The little girl looked at her timidly, her black eyes like two round grapes.

He was frozen, and his chubby face was dyed pink, like a soft and fluffy dumpling, which made people want to rub it.

This is so cute.

Ningning resisted the urge to hug him and grinned. She felt that she must look like a weird aunt with bad intentions at this moment.

Gulu paused, lowered his head nervously, and after a while, he moved his right hand and stretched it in front of Ningning.

The little boy held a ball of white snow in his hand, which he had kneaded into strange shapes. Ningning was trying to figure out what it was when she heard him whisper, "Flower, give it to sister."

Ningning was stunned for a moment.

The voice was so soft that it felt like her eardrums were suddenly falling on cotton. Ningning felt that her heart was about to be melted by the cuteness.

"Pei Ji, come here quickly."

After thanking him, she took the flower, hooked her finger at Pei Ji, and then smiled at the boy and said, "This brother is very good at making snowmen. You can let him teach you."

So the big brother who looked cold and fierce and the beautiful and gentle sister started to build snowmen with him.

Pei Ji always looked cold. Although he didn't like to talk to children, his eyes were unconsciously softer.

Zheng Weiqi thought that Gulu would be afraid of him, but unexpectedly Pei Ji gathered his sword and squatted down gently. Until his clear youthful voice sounded, the children did not show any resistance.

Oh, right.

Back in E City, the group of children only favored him. This man seemed to have the magic power to please children. Although he looked so fierce, even many adults did not dare to approach him.

Zheng Weiqi was dragged by Ningning to play in the snow. In the gap between her random thoughts, she heard Ningning whispered, "Senior Sister Zheng, what are you thinking about?"

Her frozen brain did not react, and she said the truth, "Oh, I was thinking... If you two have children in the future, it should be like this now."

Oh.

Zheng Weiqi finally reacted to what she said, and raised her head hastily, and saw two faces that suddenly turned red.

Ningning was the first to recover, raised her eyes and looked at Pei Ji for a moment, and smiled and replied, "I think so."

Pei Ji was still blushing, how could he be more shy than Ningning at this moment, tut tut.

Pei Ji did not respond, but held the child's hand and taught him how to make a snowball.

His expression was indifferent, but his heart had already begun to beat violently and irregularly. If he and Ningning had a child, he

would be happy as a dream.

But he heard that childbirth was painful, and he didn't want her to suffer. He would rather find a way to transfer as much pain as possible to himself.

The snowman made by the four people was quickly completed.

Gulu was young and weak, and he couldn't stand the cold for too long. Ningning saw him yawning and suggested, "Why don't we go to the kitchen and make him some hot food or snacks?" When

the child heard about food, his black eyes lit up immediately like little stars.

"The snow on the ground is too thick," she touched the boy's head, "Let Brother Pei Ji carry you, okay?"

Gulu doesn't like being touched, and he will most likely refuse.

Zheng Weiqi was about to explain, but she saw her nephew open his arms and responded obediently: "Hug."

- Damn it! She had given him snacks for seven consecutive days just to hug Gulu! Pei Ji, this evil guy!

Pei Ji had never hugged a child, so he could only follow his memory and imitate He Zhizhou's posture before.

He moved clumsily, and his palms fell on the boy, like hugging a warm cloud.

Ning Ning smiled and taught him: "You should hug like this-put your hands here, okay, stand up."

Pei Ji had a dry soapy scent on his body, which was neither astringent nor greasy, and was particularly pleasing. The child buried his fair and tender face in the crook of his neck, and seemed to be very happy, rubbing it comfortably.

"If you feel bored, you can try telling him a story."

Ningning glanced at the slight red on the boy's earlobe and smiled slowly: "Aren't you good at telling stories?"

"...Yeah."

Pei Ji adjusted his posture indifferently, and his right hand moved up along the boy's back and touched his soft black hair: "Let's tell a story, do you want to listen?"

Gulu nodded obediently.

Zheng Weiqi: ...

She thought of the poem that He Zhizhou had read.

Ningning and Pei Ji walked side by side, holding Xiao Gu in her arms, with a dog following behind.

She couldn't stay with these three people.

*

He Zhizhou never thought that there would be someone in Lin Xun's room.

Xiaobailong is introverted by nature. Except for a few disciples taught by Tianxianzi, he doesn't seem to have much interaction with other people. However, when he and Qiu Qiu walked to the door, they heard a soft female voice.

A woman! Lin Xun! Mars hits the Earth! Guan Gong fights aliens!

This scene was incredible. He Zhizhou knocked on the door and the conversation in the room stopped abruptly.

Lin Xun's voice revealed a little nervousness: "Come in."

After the two people, one big and one small, pushed the door open, He Zhizhou finally saw the scene in the room clearly.

Lin Xun sat at the table, looking restrained and uneasy; opposite him sat a familiar girl, who looked gentle and quiet. When she met his eyes, she blushed and said "Hello".

She looked shy, like a female version of Lin Xun.

He Zhizhou finally remembered her identity. It was Yun Duanyue of Liumingshan.

He was surprised for a moment: "Why is Junior Sister Yun here?"

Moreover, Yun Duanyue rarely spoke to others, but she actually said "hello" to him!

"She, she, she... her family attended the Fairy Spirit Meeting, so they came to Xuanxu and happened to meet me."

Lin Xun knew Yun Duanyue's nature, and hurriedly took over the conversation for her: "Senior Sister Yun brought a small gift for all of us, and she hasn't had time to give it to everyone yet." He

Zhizhou nodded in understanding and explained his purpose to him.

Little White Dragon has always been in a good mood: "Of course no problem! You can take her directly to my study - Senior Sister Yun, do you want to go and see?"

In the end, the four of them went to the study together.

Lin Xun was born in the Dragon Palace, and was influenced by the literary and military strategies since childhood, and reciting poems and composing poems was naturally one of them. In addition, he likes quietness and doesn't like to play outside. When he is alone at home, he often takes out books to read.

"Don't worry, I'll help you see which books are suitable for children."

Lin Xun said and began to look through the list of books. Qiu Qiu couldn't stay still and walked around the house.

She was small and could only see the lower bookshelf. She was curious and suddenly saw a big book with a strange appearance.

The book was very thick, bigger than her whole face, and curled up quietly in the corner, looking like a silent giant. Qiu Qiu thought it was interesting and took it out with difficulty.

Somehow, when he caught a glimpse of her here, Lin Xun at the other end of the room suddenly turned around, and when he saw the book in her hand, he became even more flustered: "Wait, Qiu Qiu! This book can't--"

Unfortunately, he couldn't finish the sentence.

The girl had already opened the cover, and pulled it hard the moment he spoke.

What came into his eyes was a piece of snow-white.

It turned out not to be a book, but a small box that was made in the shape of a book but was actually hollowed out. It was suddenly opened, and the wind rushed in from the window, causing the white paper in the box to fall all over the floor.

Lin Xun opened his mouth but could not speak, and his face suddenly flushed.

"What is this?"

He Zhizhou was as curious as Qiu Qiu. He squatted down and picked up one of the sheets, and subconsciously said, "Ahem, Senior Sister Yun--" As

soon as he said this, he realized something was wrong.

He Zhizhou laughed awkwardly, put the letter back in its place, and looked up at the two people not far away.

Lin Xun's face was already red enough to bleed, and a layer of water color spread in his amber pupils, and even his eye sockets were red.

Although Yun Duanyue didn't know what was on the paper, she understood most of it by looking at his expression, and her face suddenly turned red.

A heavy, indescribable atmosphere spread in the study.

Suddenly, a clear child's voice sounded. Qiu Qiu looked at one of the papers and read it word by word: "Senior Sister Yun, the autumn is high and the leaves of Xuanxu Forest are mostly red. I sincerely invite you to visit my sect. I will certainly - why is there nothing at the end?"

She couldn't understand the atmosphere between the adults. When she heard no sound around her, she thought that the older brothers and sisters were listening to her reading carefully.

The little girl was encouraged and took out another piece of paper.

"Senior Sister Yun, I saw a beautiful beluga cat today. It's very cute. You will definitely like it. If you have time,

why don't you come to Xuanxu to take a look? I will do my best to be a good host." Qiu Qiu scratched his head: "Who is this 'Senior Sister Yun'? If my brother sent the letter to her, why did he return to this study?"

Lin Xun was so embarrassed.

He and Senior Sister Yun had similar personalities and interests, so they often exchanged letters, talking about everything from poetry and songs to life ideals. He

didn't know when he suddenly wanted to see her, so much that he sometimes saw her in his dreams.

So Lin Xun tried to write a letter to invite her, but he wrote and wrote, trying all kinds of ways, from summer to deep winter, and he didn't have the courage to send her a letter every time.

Qiu Qiu couldn't figure out the question, and with confusion in her eyes, she picked up the next one.

The moment she saw the content of the letter, even this little girl couldn't help but smile.

"Senior Sister Yun, I wonder if you can come to Xuanxu when you are free."

She pursed her lips, and then her smile deepened: "Hehe, I miss you very much."

Wow.

He Zhizhou wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he could only force down the corners of his mouth and let out a pretentious cough.

"No, no."

Lin Xunyu cried, lowered his head and clutched his clothes tightly, his voice was too soft, and he trembled unconsciously: "I... I didn't, I didn't write that 'hehe', I was very serious... I wanted to tell you."

The two of them seemed to be competing in the limit of blushing. Yun Duanyue didn't dare to look at him, and replied softly: "... Yeah."

She paused, her voice was as low as a mosquito's buzzing: "I was going to go back to my mother's house with my mother. This time I came to Xuanxu, I begged my father for several hours... before he agreed to come."

So it's not a "natural way to come with my family to play."

This is Yun Duanyue's own wish. She wants to come here and also wants to see someone.

He Zhizhou feels that Lin Xun's eyes definitely flashed with an irrepressible smile.

Damn it, he couldn't stay around these two people.

*

Qiu Baishuang and his wife Fairy Yunshang came out of the main hall of Xuanxu, it was almost evening.

To ensure absolute safety, the two children were carrying magic tools, which could be used to determine their exact location.

Daughter Qiu Qiu was in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Xuanxu on a snowy day was like a fairyland, the lake was frozen like a mirror, and the clouds and mist were steaming on all sides, lingering leisurely, making the pavilion in the middle of the lake look like a palace in the sky.

Qiu Qiu was holding a scripture in his hand, and He Zhizhou was standing behind him. Both of them had their backs to Qiu Baishuang, he couldn't see their expressions, he could only hear some conversation.

"Has Qiuqiu learned to write poetry?"

He Zhizhou said in high spirits: "Come on, why don't you recite a poem right now and let your teacher see the results of your learning!"

"I have learned it!"

Qiu Qiu was also very proud and complacent: "Then, then I will... I will talk about my mother!"

Fairy Yunshang, as a famous beauty in the world of cultivation, has received countless poems, most of which are flattering. It is the first time that her own child has written one.

"Alas, Qiuqiu really loves you more."

Qiu Baishuang whispered in secret, and smiled: "Daddy is unhappy, and mother has to compensate."

Fairy Yunshang glanced at him angrily, but the corners of her mouth raised an arc.

Qiu Qiu had already started to compose a poem: "Oh - "Ode to My Mother"!"

Qiu Baishuang and his wife listened carefully with a smile on their faces, joking: "This poem should be recorded and framed in our study." Then they

heard their daughter reciting loudly:

"Always forcing me to go to school, cooking is like arsenic."

Fairy Yunshang's expression was not quite right.

Qiu Baishuang's face turned from smiling to trembling, and the good boy not far away continued to speak loudly:

"After eating a bowl of soup, um, that... my father fell to the ground and died!"

The child, he had to be beaten from an early age.

This poem was like a spell. When she finished reciting it, her father was dead, her mother was angry, and Qiu Qiu was destined to cry and sleep tonight.

Fairy Yunshang's face turned pale and blue, Qiu Baishuang comforted her and secretly rejoiced that this poem was not called "Ode to Father".

"I found the feeling! I can also write a poem called "Watching the Snow at the Lakeside Pavilion with Brother He"!"

Qiu Qiu followed the rhyme and jumped up and down in excitement. As soon as he spoke, he was full of mystery:

"The sky and the earth are white, and the white is made into makeup.

The heavy snow falls--"

"Look, how great our daughter is! This poem is lively and cheerful, and it makes people like it very much."

Qiu Baishuang was comforting the Taoist priest beside her in a good voice, and heard Qiu Qiu pause for a while, as if he was considering the next words.

As soon as he finished speaking, a childish voice rang out: "——It's just like my mother put arsenic in the rice!"

Qiu Baishuang: ...

What do you mean by "learned"? This is completely useless, okay! How obsessed are you with your mother's cooking, girl!

——Although it is really unpalatable!

Fairy Yunshang didn't want to pay attention to the two scholars from the Huxin Pavilion. After rubbing her head and stamping her feet in anger, she decided to find Gulu somewhere else first.

Gulu stayed in the teahouse with Ningning and Zheng Weiqi to drink tea.

Look how well-behaved this child is!

Fairy Yunshang thanked him and held Gu Lu in her arms. Qiu Baishuang looked around and asked curiously, "Strange, why don't I see that Junior Brother Pei? I remember that he had a good relationship with Fellow Daoist Ning."

Hearing Pei Ji's name, the child raised his head from his mother's arms and replied softly with a smile, "Brother Pei Ji said that the time has come and he is going to be a duck."

Become a duck?

Fairy Yunshang was stunned.

Is this the literal meaning or the extended meaning? If it is the literal meaning, all disciples of the immortal sect will practice fasting, so they should not need to eat, right? Is it the extended meaning?

She asked tentatively: "Do the disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect... also do this themselves?"

"Yes."

Ningning smiled and said: "Although Xuanxu is an immortal sect, practicing swordsmanship is very expensive. There is no other way, we can only rely on him."

Although cultivators generally practice fasting, the New Year is all about the happiness of the mouth. Most of them are poor and don't have money to eat big meals every day. Fortunately, Pei Ji can cook and save them a lot of money.

No money... so rely on him?

Fairy Yunshang was terrified: "Your master has no opinion?"

What opinion can the master have? Is it possible that the cultivation world also has the old idea that "a gentleman cannot go to the kitchen", and thinks that it is a loss of face for sword cultivators to cook?

The old dregs are not to be kept. Ning Ning shook her head quickly: "Master agrees with him. If there is no Pei Ji, we, the group of people in the sect, may have no food to eat."

- It turns out that the source of all this tragedy is because Pei Ji was instigated by Tian Xianzi! Xuanxu Sword Sect, what a crazy sect this is!

Fairy Yunshang was so shocked that she wanted to grab the ground with her head and tightly grasped the wrist of her husband beside her.

The innocent boy bore layers of humiliation just to support a group of hungry masters, brothers and juniors. Now Tian Xianzi is no longer glorious in her heart, and he can't even be called a complete person, but a big-headed giant baby who sucks blood tirelessly!

As they were talking, a slender figure covered in snow walked in from outside.

Pei Ji came here from the kitchen, feeling cold all over. The snow melted away the smell of fireworks, and Ning Ning ran to him quickly: "Did you finish so soon?"

"Yeah."

His tone was somewhat helpless, and his black eyes were full of soft light: "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

After all, there was a smell of oil smoke in the kitchen.

Fairy Yunshang's heart was completely broken.

How she wanted to tell this poor child: No! In fact, you are not dirty at all! What is dirty is the Xuanxu sect, a hypocritical sect, and the world as dirty as the quagmire around you! You are very clean, very, very clean, especially that crystal-clear heart!

"What's dirty about this?"

Ning Ning ignored his evasion and stood on tiptoe to brush away the snow on the boy's head. Seeing that his white jade face was frozen red, she rubbed Pei Ji's cheek with the palm of her hand to dispel the coldness on his body: "Is it warmer now?"

"Wow, why are there so many people here?"

He Zhizhou came back with Qiu Qiu, grinning happily: "Xuanxu is so lively today, and there is a lot of laughter in the teahouse. Gulu is my little cotton-padded jacket, and Qiu Qiu is also a good baby."

This guy is crazy! He is crazy! His speech is obviously abnormal!

Fairy Yunshang shuddered, and saw Ningning whisper something to him, and then He Zhizhou smiled even more deeply and nodded, "Great! Pei Ji finally went to be a duck again! I was counting on him to survive!"

He paused and continued carelessly: "When you have time in the future, you can teach me and Junior Brother Lin Xun some experience. We can't rely on you alone to support us. It must be much easier if we do it together."

Fairy Yunshang was stunned.

This, this, this, this can actually pass on experience and develop downlines, and Tianxianzi's disciples have fallen into the sea one after another! It is so poor that it can still continue to operate. The Xuanxu Sword Sect is really... really disabled but strong-willed!

When Qiu Qiu saw his mother, he happily stepped forward to hug her. He Zhizhou looked in the direction of her movement, and happened to see the extremely horrified face of Fairy Yunshang.

Although this metaphor is not quite appropriate, the way she looked at Pei Ji was as if she was gazing at a heroic mother who was constantly striving for self-improvement.

He Zhizhou shook his head: "City Lord and Lady Lord, would you like to try the roast duck made by Pei Ji? He is very good at it, and we all like it very much."

Roast duck.

Hey duck, it turned out to be the wrong duck.

Fairy Yunshang took her daughter's hand and replied in a daze: "Oh... OK."

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The children and social phobia group that many people want to see! If we write directly about their two children, the time span will be too long, hahahaha, this will probably be the way they get along when they have a baby in the future.

There should be some extra chapters that many people have clicked on, such as [When Pei Ji was a child, he came to Xuanxu] and [Newly Married]. If you have any more ideas, I will add more. Welcome to leave a message!