"Pile up an old monk and tap him on the forehead; then pile up a young monk and tap him on the forehead as well; finally pile up a Fanyin Temple and let him take my Pegasus Meteor Fist!"
He Zhizhou was dressed warmly, wrapping himself up like a fluffy white ball. He squatted in the snow and made a snowman, while he bared his teeth and muttered to himself with a ferocious look on his face.
Lin Xun looked at him and the two misshapen oval snowballs in front of him, and carefully comforted him: "Brother He, don't be sad. Although we had a hard time those days, we did temper our character. There is gain in loss."
He Zhizhou pursed his lips and snorted coldly.
After attending the Buddhist conference, although he lost the happiness of being a nobody, he gained real pain as a price. It is a true saying that there is gain for loss.
Ning Ning was happily making a snowman not far from them. When she heard 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 ended.
They returned to Xuanxu yesterday. After a whole day of rest and recuperation, Ningning has recovered most of her energy. However, the conditions of the others are not so satisfactory.
The plan to tamper with the class roster failed. He Zhizhou and Lin Xun were deceived by the evil title party. They shivered in the cold wind and recited Buddhist scriptures for several days, but in the end they failed to overcome the temptation.
Zheng Weiqi was forced to study Buddhist classics. For a long time, whenever she spoke to others, she could come up with more than three Buddhist philosophies.
They are all poor people, it's really 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?"
It was snowing particularly heavily today, and Zheng Weiqi and the others just happened to need to vent their depressed emotions, so they hit it off and went to Wangyue Peak to make a snowman.
Ningning was very excited about this matter, but she was born in the south and had only seen snow a few times, let alone having snowball fights and making snowmen, which made her even more unfamiliar.
She tried to gather the snow into a ball like in TV dramas, but she couldn't press it tightly enough each time. As soon as she picked up the snowball, it shattered uncontrollably and turned into white flakes all over the ground.
As a result, the task of making the snowman fell on Pei Ji.
His hands were large and slender, and unexpectedly flexible. His jade-like fingers pinched the snow into various shapes, and when he applied a little force, the joints would turn a beautiful white.
Ning Ning was filled with surprise, and heard him respond softly, "It's not cold."
Because she has been transferring spiritual power into Pei Ji's body to keep him warmer.
Ningning pursed her lips and smiled, taking a step closer to him without leaving a trace: "Where did you learn how to make a snowman? Looking at your technique, it doesn't look like your first time."
She thought that based on Pei Ji's personality, he would stay away from such childish form of entertainment.
Pei Ji hummed, "When I was a kid, I often played with piles of them - what shape did the head have? Is this okay?"
So the little girl beside him reached out her hand excitedly and pinched the snowball he was holding, and the topic of "making a snowman" was naturally forgotten by her.
"Build a snowman."
Pei Ji carried a sword with him, so he could hear Cheng Ying's voice. The uncle's voice suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, 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 good thing.
When he lived with his mother, even in the coldest winter, he never had any warm clothes and could only curl up in a corner to retain the scarce heat.
Sometimes when his mother was angry, she would even take him out of the small room in the basement, leaving Pei Ji in the snowy night where water would freeze into ice. The snow flakes fell one by one, like a thick quilt covering the ground, but when he fell into the snow, all he felt was the biting cold.
As the night deepened, heavy snow and dusk fell together. The darkness that he feared was everywhere. When Pei Ji was frozen into a trance, only Cheng Ying would talk to him.
Later he started making snowmen.
The 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 covered with red and swollen chilblains. Whenever he touched the snowflakes, he would feel the sting of 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 feel strange in his heart.
——It stood there quietly, as if it was a person who could neither speak nor move.
The universe is so vast, and it is the only one willing to stay with him.
"... Pei Ji?"
The clear girl's voice brought him back to reality. Pei Ji lowered his eyes in search of the voice and met Ning Ning's smiling eyes.
She never concealed her emotions, and would grin subconsciously when she was happy. 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 shadow of the past suddenly dissipated in that instant.
Pei Ji smiled silently, took a step back, and motioned for her to come forward: "Come here."
The first time Ning Ning made a snowman with Pei Ji, she felt like she had a heavy responsibility and was very serious. Not only did she carefully place the beans and wooden sticks, but after thinking about it, she also took out a small cloak 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 - Ningning and Pei Ji made a snowman that is at the master level!"
Tianxianzi and Mengjue came here to join in the fun at some point. Their white clothes were all covered with snow, and they looked like two walking snowballs.
The former was very interested and kept chattering: "Weiqi's little pig is also good, with round eyes, round nose and round ears. It's very cute."
"Master."
Senior Sister Zheng stared at him dimly: "This is you."
Tian Xianzi's smile froze on the corner of his mouth, and Meng Jue came to the rescue as usual: "This master is actually quite good-looking, but a little ugly."
...What a fucking solution this is!
Tian Xianzi swallowed his tears, and when he walked in front of He Zhizhou and Lin Xun, he finally learned his lesson and gave the first chance to speak to his good disciple: "Meng Jue, what do you think of this... doll?"
He really couldn't figure out what it was. After thinking for a while, he could only refer to it as a "doll".
The snowmen these two made had blurry faces, deformed hands and feet, and their entire bodies were crooked like mud. They even had red paint on their mouths. When they were placed on the ground, they looked like they had accidentally entered the set of a horror movie.
Meng Jue nodded: "There is a hint of perverted beauty in the ugliness, and some indescribable 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."
"etc."
This brat spoke so smoothly that Tian Xianzi vaguely sensed something was wrong: "Could this thing be me too?"
Lin Xun's face flushed red and he lowered his head apologetically.
Tian Xianzi glared angrily at his good disciple Meng Jue.
He felt that this person did it on purpose! Evildoers, this bunch of evildoers!
"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 that Master is not only an excellent swordsman, but also a great snow sculpture sculptor!"
Tian Xianzi smiled artificially: "Actually I can't say I'm 'very good', I just know a little bit, just a little bit."
After he finished speaking, he transformed his natal sword and coughed solemnly, "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you see it."
No matter how carefree a swordsman may be on weekdays, once he draws his sword, he will have a completely different aura.
Tian Xianzi's sword moves with great clarity, and the surging spiritual power brings up gusts of howling wind. The heavy snow in the sky rolls wildly, condensing into the shape of a soaring dragon in mid-air.
Suddenly the long dragon was startled and flew forward at lightning speed, leaving white light flying wherever it passed.
The sword energy was like light and shadow. In just a moment, it had cut the piled snow into lifelike edges and outlines. Suddenly, a few motionless rabbits, cats and flying birds appeared in the originally empty sky and earth.
The sword light was invisible and traceless, passing by Pei Ji's ear like an arrow. Suddenly, without any warning, a sword energy slowly stopped and swirled above his head.
A round snowball fell from the treetop and hit Ningning on the head.
The little girl cried out "Ouch".
This subconscious voice was so soft and thin that it moved his heart.
Pei Ji smiled and whispered, "Don't move."
Ningning was very obedient and didn't move. With her head slightly lowered, Pei Ji only needed to lower his eyes to see the snowflakes on her head.
The snowball was not big. When it fell on her head, it shattered into small pieces. He reached out and brushed them off one by one, and heard Ningning whisper, "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 said hesitantly: "There is a note... in this snowball."
"The note?"
Ningning suddenly raised her head, causing snowflakes to fall down. "What's written on it?"
"It says—"
Pei Ji frowned and lowered his head, his eyes sweeping over the beautiful small characters on the note, and the words that were about to come out were blocked in his throat.
The note hidden in the snowball had black words carefully written on it, stroke by stroke: "Happy birthday, Pei Ji."
The snowflakes flying around in disorder suddenly became quiet.
His originally clear thoughts turned blank, and the only sound in the whole world was the pounding of his heart.
Pei Ji looked up blankly and saw Ning Ning's bright eyes.
The sunlight fell on her long eyelashes, like broken fleeting shadows, and in her dark pupils, a smile almost overflowed.
"Pei Ji."
She raised the corners of her lips, and a small dimple appeared on her cheek: "Do you remember what day it is today?"
No one ever celebrated his birthday.
Pei Ji was almost in a panic.
"Oh my god, I finally don't have to pretend anymore! Come here, take a look at the gift I prepared for you!"
He Zhizhou burst into wild laughter, and mercilessly stretched out his right hand to make a big hole in the belly of the snowman he had built.
Inside the cave entrance, there was a long dark black box that he and Lin Xun had prepared.
Zheng Weiqi split the snowman into two halves with a sword, and found a rather exquisite small box hidden inside.
Tian Xianzi's mouth twitched wildly. Looking at his two corpses that had died tragically for no reason, his heart ached.
"I still think that the method I'm thinking of is the best."
Zheng Weiqi snorted softly: "Just imagine, when Junior Brother Pei gets up in the morning and goes out, he can see each of us holding a gift as soon as he looks up - how shocking it is."
"Junior Brother Lin's strategy is pretty good!"
He Zhizhou patted Little White Dragon on the shoulder and said, "Making a blessing out of snow is so romantic."
"You don't understand. This is the mood of us sword cultivators."
Tian Xianzi said: "This blessing should be conveyed with sword energy - come, come, Pei Ji, good disciple, take a look at the gift that your master has prepared for you, the Yunshen Flower that has been formed for a thousand years, which will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation."
"And me, me, me, this!"
He Zhizhou grinned and said, "Junior Brother Lin Xun and I don't have much money, so we pooled our spiritual stones to buy you an ice silkworm coat. It will definitely look good on you."
The first three were all poor men who were crazy about swords. They emptied their own pocket money to finally come up with a few gifts.
Meng Jue smiled gently, fully demonstrating the basic qualities of a wealthy person: "Junior Brother Pei, I heard that you got the Chengying Sword. I have already reported it to the Sword Forging Hall. This year, when you go to forge the sword, all the spirit stones will be counted on me."
Zheng Weiqi chuckled twice: "Junior brother, this is a unique copy, you know what I mean, right?"
"What unique copy?"
Tian Xianzi said righteously: "Zheng Weiqi, as a senior sister, you must not lead your 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 Jue nodded: "Master still has no Taoist partner, it is indeed time for him to be led astray."
Zheng Weiqi thought thoughtfully: "Master, did you see Xue Xiao's heart blood being plucked out by Zhen Xiao Jianzun?"
"What!"
Tian Xianzi exclaimed in surprise, and responded reflexively: "Isn't it the Young Lord of Jialan City, Jiang Si, who wants her heart's blood?"
Oops, exposed.
This is a plot from "Records of Cultivation", which Zheng Weiqi secretly flipped through while attending classes at the academy, and he confiscated a copy of it.
In the end, of course, Tian Xianzi finished reading it day and night.
——This girl just wants to trick him! Evildoers, this bunch of evildoers!
They were arguing with each other, but the snowstorm caused by Tian Xianzi had died down at some point.
The sounds ringing in his ears were particularly vague. Pei Ji stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.
thank? Accept gifts? Or give a more precious gift in return?
He had no experience in this matter and had no idea what to do next.
"Pei Xiaoji."
Chengying at the waist whispered: "Are you okay?"
To say that it is not worried would be a lie.
To Pei Ji, the word "birthday" was like a vicious curse.
Chengying grew up with him and had witnessed with her own eyes the woman's furious and insane appearance. Every time it was Pei Ji's birthday, her madness would suddenly increase and her anger would reach its peak.
In addition to the beatings and scolding, Chengying didn't even want to think about those disgusting and humiliating words.
It is also for this reason that Pei Ji would always be very depressed at this time of year.
Similarly, because of that woman, he stubbornly believed for a long time that his birth was a disgusting and irreparable mistake.
It was worried at this moment, but fortunately this worry seemed unnecessary.
In the quiet snow, Ningning 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 memories and finally back to reality.
His expression was still indifferent, just like every cold corner in deep winter, but under his long sleeves, Pei Ji backhanded her and hooked his fingertips around hers.
He used an irresistible force.
*
As the master, Tian Xianzi 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 disciple's birthday.
It was still some time before night, so everyone went back to the courtyard to rest. Ningning helped Pei Ji carry the two gift boxes and went to his house.
She was in a good mood, humming a little tune along the way. She put the box on the desk and raised her eyebrows: "Pei Ji, don't you want to know what gift I prepared?"
After she finished speaking, Ningning did not get the answer she deserved. The moment she turned to face him, she fell into a cold hug.
Pei Ji had a cold body, and he was almost thirsty for the heat from her body. His palms were as cold as iron, and he placed them on her back, exerting force secretly.
His voice was hoarse: "You told them?"
In the fresh scent of wood, Ningning could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing.
She liked this smell and rubbed her face against Pei Ji's chest: "Yeah. You don't like it?"
He answered with difficulty: "...I like it."
How could I not like it.
It's just that the emotion was too intense, and as a container, he was small and broken, and could hardly bear such strong emotions. For a moment, he was terrified and at a loss, not knowing what to do.
This was everything he had never dared to ask for.
Ningning brought them to him.
The cold air brought in from outside had gradually subsided, and Pei Ji could feel his body getting warmer.
Suddenly, her voice came to my ears: "Pei Ji."
Pei Ji took a step back in response, keeping his hands around her waist, and looked Ning Ning in the eye.
He has very beautiful eyes.
The deep pupils are like pitch-black ink, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, outlining a captivating and shallow arc.
Ningning looked up for a moment, then stood on tiptoes and kissed his thin lips.
Her kiss was delicate and lingering. In the cold winter air, even such a light touch seemed particularly warm and seductive.
His whole body was cold, but the girl's lips brought him a fascinating warmth, like a small hook that could effortlessly pull away all his messy thoughts.
Ningning took steps forward as she kissed more and more skillfully.
This was an action similar to guiding. Pei Ji didn't understand what it meant and could only step back following her force.
Then his calf hit something hard and his body was gently pushed by Ningning.
He sat down on the wooden chair in front of the desk.
Ningning paused for a moment and sat on his thighs.
Pei Ji's breathing suddenly froze.
This is a completely different feeling from a hug, more ambiguous and more passionate. Through a layer of clothing, Pei Ji could feel the temperature of her body.
Although it was winter, the air all around him was scorching hot like fire, making him feel dizzy.
With this action, Ningning became the slightly taller one.
“It’s too tiring to stand there.”
Her face flushed, and her voice trembled nervously: "Do you want to see my gift?"
Sitting on him in this position was already the limit of what Ning Ning could achieve with all her courage.
She didn't dare to move and 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. One glance at it 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 old sword's clothes anymore."
If Chengying had not been placed in the guest room when he entered the house, Pei Ji would have heard the crazy goose cry in his ears at this moment.
Ning Ning curled her lips and said with a boastful tone, "Besides, for a sword cultivator as powerful as our Pei Ji, his sword and scabbard must be the best."
He is neither great nor good.
Some past events buried deep in his memory emerged faintly. Pei Ji's eyes dimmed. In a trance, he suddenly noticed that the girl who was close to him lowered her head and moved forward without any warning.
Her black hair cascaded down his neck and shoulders, and Ningning's thin lips gently touched his earlobe, as if she couldn't help but purse her lips.
The earlobe looked red enough to bleed, and when I touched it, it felt burning hot.
The heat was like scattered sparks, spreading from his ears directly to Ningning's lips, then invading the blood through her thin lips and sweeping through her whole body.
Even her soft voice carried a heart-wrenching warmth.
He heard Ningning leaning in and whispering, "Happy birthday."
She paused, moved her lips away from his earlobe, changed her posture, and suddenly raised her hands to hold the boy's cheeks.
And the tip of her nose was just right against Pei Ji's nose.
This was an extremely intimate action. The distance between them was zero, not to mention that Ningning was sitting astride his thighs. The slightest movement of her feet could induce an inexplicable hot electric current.
Ning Ning said to him: "Pei Ji's birth into this world is the best gift for me."
The girl's palm slowly stroked his pale skin, gradually outlining the angular facial features.
Pei Ji was unable to move, as if he had lost all strength in his body. He could only stare blankly with his eyes open, staring at the smiling black pupils of the person in front of him.
The endless dark vortex captured him in an instant.
"I'm really happy to meet Pei Ji."
She moved her legs and moved her body closer to the front. "Thank you for coming here. Because of you, every day of this day is a happy day for me."
She must have been thinking of his mother, and that's why she used these words to comfort him.
It's really too gentle.
It is because of meeting her that Pei Ji is no longer the so-called "monster living in isolation" or "a freak who was born in error".
Someone loved him tenderly and was so kind to him.
Because she was watching Pei Ji from a very close distance, Ning Ning could see all the changes in his expression.
Those black eyes were tinged with a light pink, and the blush spread out, soaking the teardrop moles in the eye sockets and the corners of the eyes, as if she was moved and could shed tears at any time.
Pei Jihe 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.
Ningning 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, alien feeling.
...under her.
There was a moment of silence in the cramped space.
Pei Ji's eyes were not just red.
Ningning couldn't help but think that his face was super super super red like a cosmic explosion.
Although she is like that too.
"Ningning."
He sat on a wooden chair, and for the first time, his voice trembled with embarrassment: "You...get up first."
She remembered it too!
Ning Ning was panicked and embarrassed: "Then you have to let go of your hand first."
Pei Ji then realized that his hands were still around her waist.
When Ningning got up and left, the feeling of closeness slowly faded away, replaced by another kind of more secretive and unspeakable rich 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 is she talking about?
Ningning: "Then, I'll leave first?"
Pei Ji sat on the wooden chair, holding the scabbard she gave him tightly in his hand.
The embarrassment was like a tide, carrying an endless stream of heat. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and managed to utter a hoarse "hmm".
Soon, he heard the sound of footsteps, and before leaving, Ningning kissed him on the face.
She said, "Happy birthday."
The sugar jar in my chest was knocked over by these four words, and the sourness and shyness disappeared instantly.
In his usually quiet and desolate heart, sweetness was scattered all over the floor.
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