The snow had been falling intermittently for five or six days, and the snow piled up on the ground was already above the knees.
The snow was so deep that although chasing the wind was no longer as novel as it was at the beginning and he was crazy every day, he still liked the snow very much. He was not afraid of the cold because of his thick skin and thick fur, and he rolled around in the snow and had a lot of fun.
Compared to him, Long Qiqi is so miserable.
Not only is she afraid of the cold, she is also...
When she first came to Danfeng, Zhuifeng was very small, not even as tall as her; but in the blink of an eye, five or six months passed, and Zhuifeng had become as tall as a bull, while she was still a little girl of six or seven years old, not even as tall as Zhuifeng's legs.
Zhuifeng was often curious as to why she didn't grow taller.
So in snow this deep, it would be easy for her to get stuck and lose track of anyone.
After all…she really wasn’t that much taller than Xue.
Li Shiyin was really diligent. Even in such cold weather, she never stopped practicing swordplay. Although, she seemed to like snow quite a bit.
For example, at this moment, she was practicing swordplay in mid-air, with snowflakes flying everywhere. She gathered them with the power of her sword, and finally gathered them into a huge snowball that could not be hugged by two people, and then...
"Zhuifeng! Look at the snowball!" She shouted to Zhuifeng who was sleeping beside the lakeside monument of Xijian Lake.
"There's a snowball?" Zhuifeng was startled and his eyes lit up. His feline instinct told him to get up and look for the ball. Then he looked up and saw the "snowball" that Li Shiyin had thrown at him.
"Snowball?!!!" Zhuifeng screamed as the snowball hit his head. Snow covered his body and the tiger suddenly woke up.
"Ouch~~" He was hit by a snowball and rolled on the ground twice, then he gathered the snowballs with his paws, squeezed out a big snowball, lifted it up with his two paws, and threw it at Li Shiyin. ..
Li Shiyin dodged with a flash and laughed.
“Ahhh…” Zhuifeng was furious, “You’re hiding. That’s not fair!!”
He didn't hide when she threw him, so why should she hide when he threw her?
"Hahaha! Stupid Tiger!" Li Shiyin wanted to laugh at him more and threw another big snowball at him.
Zhuifeng jumped up and slapped the snowball, causing it to scatter and get all covered in snow again.
"You are cheating!" He was helpless and furious, and then a strong wind blew up, and he pounced from the ground into the air.
He wants to bite that bad woman into eighteen pieces!
Although the snow was very deep and had buried most of the charred trunk of the lightning-struck Demonic Willow, there was a tender yellow bud on the charred trunk that pushed through the snow covering the tree and grew leaves.
With its tenacious spirit and vigorous vitality, I believe that in the spring of next year, a brand new Lightning-Struck Demonic Willow will grow out of this old Demonic Willow tree. It will be a Demonic Willow with the blood of a ninth-level demon beast, and it will call itself Liu Xiaoji.
Right next to this willow tree, Qin Ran brought a small stool, a complete set of fishing equipment, and smashed a hole on the lake surface. Finally, he sat on the stool on the lake bank, closed his eyes, and started fishing in the ice and snow like an old man.
While fishing, he mobilized his soul and ran to the heart of the Devouring Demon Willow. He entered the dark cave and found the baby named Liu Xiaoji inside. He comforted him with his consciousness and used the method of controlling beasts to brainwash the Devouring Demon Willow's soul, telling him that his name was Liu Xiaoji and that he, Qin Ran, was his master...
While brainwashing, Qin Ran suddenly felt a big movement on the fishing rod in his hand. He opened his eyes quickly, thinking that a big fish had been hooked. But when he opened his eyes, he saw a white figure flashing by, followed by a gust of wind, which blew his fishing rod and messed up his hair.
"Zhuifeng!" he roared, "You scared away all my fish!"
Zhuifeng chased Li Shiyin around Danfeng Peak and came back to Qin Ran. He lowered his head and looked very aggrieved. He raised his big paw, pointed at Li Shiyin who was smug on the lake, and complained to Qin Ran: "Dad, she is cheating and bullying me!"
“Hey, hey, hey!” Qin Ran gave him a big slap. “How old are you? She bullied you and you didn’t know how to fight back?”
“I can’t catch up…” Zhuifeng was about to cry.
"Shame on you, you're useless!" Qin Ran shook his head. "When I was your age... my nervous system wasn't fully developed yet, and I couldn't even control my physiological needs."
"Ah?" Zhuifeng didn't understand.
"I told you to read more books, but you didn't believe me. I think you won't even know when Shiyin scolds you in the future." Qin Ran glanced at him sideways, "Come, sit next to daddy and be a good boy, then she won't dare to bully you."
Zhuifeng didn’t care about the other things, but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to be a good boy, so he squatted beside Qin Ran obediently.
After all, she was beside her master, so Li Shiyin didn’t dare to do anything rash for the time being. She walked over the lake ice, stood on the other side of Qin Ran, and said to Zhuifeng shyly: “Daddy’s good baby…”
Zhuifeng looked at her, pretending that the tiger didn't understand what you humans said, and lowered his head to lick the hair on his shoulder.
After playing for a while, Li Shiyin felt a little tired, so she sat down cross-legged next to Qin Ran on the snow.
“Master, if you want to eat fish, why don’t you use magic to catch them?” She asked Qin Ran in confusion, “Fishing like this is too slow.”
Qin Ran glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said in a profound tone, "Fishing is also a form of spiritual practice."
"How is fishing considered spiritual practice?"
"Fishing can improve your character and calm your mind." Qin Ran said, "Then, Master will tell you a little story about fishing."
"Great, great!" Li Shiyin nodded repeatedly.
She didn’t know whether fishing could be considered a form of spiritual practice, but the stories the master told were all very interesting.
"As the saying goes, Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait." Qin Ran leisurely told the ancient story, "Many years ago, there was an old man with great knowledge, named Jiang Shang... One day he was fishing by the river, but he used a straight hook..."
The world was covered in white. The mountains were white, the lake was white, the houses were white, the ground was white, and the trees were white. Only by the lake were there three dots of color: a girl in pink clothes, a young man in white clothes, and... a Xuanming spirit tiger with snow-white hair.
Sometimes a cold wind blew, blowing the girl's clothes and hair. Her lapels and skirt were blown onto the hem of the young man in white, and her hair gently touched the young man's face.
She felt very happy listening to her master talking.
After licking its fur, the Xuanming Spirit Tiger tilted its head and saw that the young man in white had his hair messed up by the wind. So it tilted its head over, stuck out its tongue, and kindly helped him tidy up his hair.
The pink-dressed girl felt uncomfortable when she saw the Xuanming Spirit Tiger's actions, so she slowly leaned towards the white-dressed young man and held his hand...
We can’t let that stupid tiger monopolize the master!
In the icy and snowy weather, Qin Ran was fishing by the lake. On his left was his beloved girl...his female apprentice, and on his right was...a silly child whom he had brought up. He had a sense of family happiness and even thought, if life is like this, what else could a couple ask for?
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