They stayed in the cave for an extra night.

When the sunset was tilting west, Cheng Wuyun moved the bedding for them, picked wild fruits, and sent clear water.

This is the request of Yan Ji.

As a ray of ghosts, Cheng Wuyun didn't know whether she was cold or warm, and she was hungry and full. She didn't understand the reason for the request, but she did it obediently.

Cheng Wuyun didn't quite understand many things. For example, although she has set up a Tai Chi array with thousands of years of spiritual blessing, it is not difficult to break it down or break the mountain violently. It is not difficult to find another way. Then why? Uncle San Shi would be so easily trapped by her.

On the second day, the Taiji Formation did not attack itself, Duan Shujue and others met in the adjacent pit and saw the uncle of the third division who had been pitted for three or four days.

When several people met, Ren Tingfeng was admonishing a fast-moving disciple: "Quickly go back and tell the brothers that the disciples are safe, and they will return the next day, so don't worry about it."

When the disciple took the lead, and when he was about to leave, Ren Tingfeng stopped him: "After the briefing, he came back earlier. It is not good to lose one person to congratulate him."

As soon as he turned around, Ren Tingfeng saw Wen Yujing, shook the small bamboo fan, greeted him, and smiled, "Sin has sinned, I really let my brothers care, and actually sent all six masters."

Wen Yujing smiled, "Fortunately, there is no danger."

Ren Tingfeng said: "It's not necessary to be dangerous, and it's okay to be shocked. Mortimer. I can bring money?"

Wen Yujing unwrapped his waist bag.

Ren Tingfeng said, "Thank you, my brother returned to the mountain and returned you the snowdrop."

He tossed his disciples to his disciples: "Go and buy some gifts. Since you are a guest and do n’t have a souvenir, you have lost your etiquette greatly."

Not only them, but none of those who were forcibly detained by Cheng Wuyun, including ordinary people.

One Orion was quite open-minded, holding a sheepskin wine pouch, and laughing out his thick white teeth: "Here are all the people who have come, and they have been locked up for so many days. Right. "

In fact, there is nothing to eat. The ravioli is hand-baked by the magpie. The filling is fresh amaranth from Yamauchi. It is worse than fresh and delicious. She bought a small amount of noodles, wrapped them, and left the bowl with a few bowls of noodles.

These noodles were bought a few days ago when Xi Ji and Cheng Wuyun went downhill together. Cheng Wuyun refused to leave Xi Ji, so Xi Ji could only choose to enter the city after night, lest any unnecessary riots be caused.

Xi Ji went into the grain shop to buy noodles, and Cheng Wuyun waited obediently outside, but accidentally scared the person who got up in the middle of the night to open the window.

Afraid of the trouble, Xi Ji can only bring a few pockets of noodles bought, Ctrip Wuyun hurriedly left, and did not dare to enter the city again.

Not enough food, but fortunately there is wine.

The wine was brewed by Li Ji herself and buried under the bamboo forest. That was the technique she learned from the book. She buried it under the bamboo forest where she met Cheng Wuyun at first. Sometimes she forgot where she buried the wine. The wine search was like a treasure hunt. It took her a lot of time to dig up several altars and prepare for them early.

The wine, warmed by bamboo mud, has a mellow taste and bamboo fragrance after a hundred years.

When Cheng Wuyun saw the crowd, he was dressed up by Xin Ji and changed into new clothes. It looked more festive than the birthday Ji Nu. The small half mask masked her ruined face, and the exposed half was small and pointed, quite beautiful and elegant.

Fortunately, she didn't know what the injury on her face meant, and after seeing everyone, she had a man etiquette: "Thank you very much for coming to Grandma's birthday."

In Cheng Wuyun's time, women and men saluted in the same way.

She seemed to have completely forgotten that she had tied everyone up, or, based on her existing knowledge, she didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Xi Ji smiled helplessly. Behind her, she paid back to the crowd one by one.

Ren listened to the wind with a smile, raised his hands and raised his sleeves, and pressed a gift box on one side with a bamboo fan. He said, "This is a gift from our Jingxu Peak. . "

Cheng Wuyun listened to the congratulations, and was happy, ran up and down, and opened the gift box directly.

Xi Ji apologized, but no one at the scene minded.

Everyone is willing to believe that Wu Ji will teach Cheng Wuyun very well in the future.

The Orion picked up several special-shaped stones. A scholar sent out the books in his bookcase. A woman who came up the mountain to gather mushrooms picked a handful of mountain flowers.

Cheng Wuyun likes this flower the most. He sniffs and sniffs in his arms, and puts his hands on his head. He ends up combing his hair to a messy mess.

No, Xi Ji could only pull her to sit on the side of the rock, dissolve her hair, and comb again.

Cheng Wuyun held her flowers and showed her: "Flowers."

Xi Ji: "The flowers look good .... Girl Cheng, don't move around, look ahead."

Cheng Wuyun became obedient, holding a fragrant fragrance, and kept talking on his mouth, saying to himself: "The flowers are so beautiful. Tomorrow I will pick up all the flowers from the mountain to Xi Ji, Xi Ji will be happy."

Xi Ji held her thick black hair, and gently combed: "Do n’t, pick it occasionally, Xi Ji is very happy; pick it all up, Xi Ji is not happy, and spend it where it should be Okay, so does Girl Cheng, don't move, obediently. "

Cheng Wuyun gave an obedient hum, and continued to turn the flower in his hand, letting the petals run down her cheek.

Everyone was given a small bowl of amaranth. Chi Xiaochi took a small spoon and ate a whole bowl with a bite.

This can be considered as sharing with Duan Shuju.

After the small bowl bottomed out, the paragraph in his body moved absolutely.

He took a spoon and wrote on the bottom of the bowl, "Is this a human?"

This is a sentence without a word, but Chi Xiaochi thought, he knew what Duan Shu wanted to express.

Ji Xiaochi changed his left hand to take a spoon and answered him, "Yes."

In his last life, Duan Shujuan was completely forgotten by Jin Hua. He was trapped in an area of ​​sea when he was young, and later trapped in Yuguangtan. There were few intersects. The most real warmth came from his little black snake.

But Ye Jiming is not human.

The people he saw were Yan Jinhua and the people in the Jingxu Peak who were screamed and killed by Yan Jinhua in the drum, unknown to the truth.

He has never seen such a situation. Everyone said nothing, and tacitly maintained the wish of a ghost. There was no doubt, no offense, no intention. The three uncles he had never seen in his last life were together in peace. Le's crowd drank and drank, contented, as if to see him see another realm.

Do people have realm too?

Is this what people look like?

Duan Shu was in doubt, and Chi Xiaochi answered his questions.

"Yes".

This is what a person should be like. The darkness and injustice he saw did exist, but fortunately, that's not all that makes a person human.

Duan Shu is much more difficult. He groaned for a moment and wrote with a spoon at the bottom of the bowl, "I want to know more."

Chi Xiaochi returned to him: "It's better to watch slowly."

Duan Shujue: "Thank you Mr. Chi for your mention."

Chi Xiaochi: "No. This is very delicious. You haven't finished writing. I'll go to a bowl after writing."

He went to another bowl, and the scorching heat hit his face, which was very comfortable.

061, who has not spoken for a long time, said with a smile: "You are very suitable for Wudao."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Understand what, live more, always live."

There are so many extremely evil, ugly, and very good and beautiful in this world. Most of them are gray, not too good or too bad.

Chi Xiaochi has met the best and the worst. He never doubted the existence of evil, but he would not question any good for this.

During the time when he hated the most and wasn't like people, he would text with Lou Ying.

At that time, Lou Ying could not reply to him.

However, Chi Xiaochi will assume that he has seen or is watching.

No matter how tired and hateful, as long as he sends a text message on his small, simple-to-function mobile phone that only has a call and text message before bedtime, he can sleep well for many hours.

"Lou, good night."

"I took the first exam today. I miss you."

"Someone asked me to make a movie. I heard that a famous screenwriter fancy me. Is it fake? Should I go?"

"Brother Lou, I drink milk before bed. A big glass."

Although the effect of this therapy gradually weakened in the future, fortunately, Lou Ying would not change the number, and was always there, gentle and ready to tolerate him at any time.

For this warmth, Chi Xiaochi also tried to keep his heart, so that it does not become too much.

However, in any case, he is not the same as Koike.

Ye Jiming felt his silence and sat with him in laughter.

Wen Yujing was asked to listen to the wind to drink, and they could take the opportunity to talk about gossip.

Ye Jiming called him: "Last name?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Huh?"

Ye Jiming: "How did the old banquet of the surname feast treat Lu Ji and Cheng Wuyun?"

In his last life, he had only heard of it, and the subject was still boasting about the thunder means that Jinhua had.

Iko Koike sneered.

In the previous life, under the leadership of the feast Jinhua, who won the thousand years of swordsmanship, Shi Yushan set torch, Cheng Wuyun suffered a heavy blow, and was dragged alive from the scope of Shi Yushan. The ash flies and smoke, and Ji Ji is captured and stolen. Yan Jinhua accidentally obtains the medicine of immortality. Encouraging, energetic, unpleasant.

Ye Jiming heard that he was furious on the spot.

But when he turned his head, he saw Yan Jinhua sitting far away, forcibly repressed, and the uncle in front of him didn't take a sip. I didn't know whether he had no appetite or didn't believe in the mountain ghosts. The unhappiness in his heart disappeared immediately.

In this life, Xi Ji and Cheng Wuyun have been good, and they have been recognized by Uncle Jingxu Feng and Uncle Xiao. He was lucky enough to get lucky, and he could n’t find an excuse to win Dan.

As he broadened his heart, Ye Jiming looked around with emotion.

He hasn't read that "The Fairy King" and only knows the plot.

Shi Yushan was the original place where he should have met Duan Shu.

Ye Jiming asked: "You said, how did the author intend to write my first encounter with Xiaoyu?"

Chi Xiaochi asked: "This is to ask you, if you are in Shiyushan, the first time you see Duan Shujue, what will happen?"

"If I'm not familiar with him, of course, I can't see his hypocrite, and find a chance to learn from it." Ye Youming said, "but probably I won't talk to Xi Ji when I go down the mountain."

Chi Xiaochi drank a glass of bamboo wine: "So, this is probably the story the author originally wanted to write."

After drinking and drinking, everyone resigned.

Sending away these benevolent people who met each other, Yan Ji turned and returned to the mountain, but could not find the trace of Cheng Wuyun.

She walked around the mountain, whispering hurriedly: "Girl Cheng, Girl Cheng."

When passing by the bamboo forest where the two met, Cheng Wuyun jumped down from the bamboo and landed on her, and a rustling bamboo leaf was falling down in the rustling zone, smiling gratefully.

She had no weight at all and could easily carry it on her back.

In the past, Wenru's dignified goddess lay on the back of a mountain ghost, and her hair that had just been combed was scattered: "Sent away?"

Xi Ji carrying her back and said, "Sent away."

Cheng Wuyun said, "It's my turn now."

Xi Ji said, "Okay, take you home."

She carried her and walked to their common home.

Cheng Wuyun hugs Ji Ji's neck and misses everyone who just left: "They are so nice. Will they come again next year?"

Xi Ji said: "That's a fate, don't force it. Listen to me, don't catch someone in the future, okay?"

Cheng Wuyun said, "Don't catch it."

Xi Ji: "You can't catch it during your birthday."

Cheng Wuyun froze for a while, lying on her back, thinking hard for a while, then made up his mind: "Well, don't grab it."

...... It's even an agreement.

Cheng Wuyun obediently for a while, then asked: "You haven't read the book to me today."

Xi Ji: "Which one do you want to hear?"

Cheng Wuyun said, "The Book of Songs."

Xi Ji picked one of them casually and backed up softly: "Lumbering tintin, birds singing 嘤 嘤. From the valley, moved to trees ...."

The mountain ghost said something, and the goddess followed it. The goddess didn't quite understand what it meant, and babbled, learning the tone and pronunciation of her speech.

From time to time, she felt familiar with words and scenes.

It was as if she had taken someone like this long before, and long before.

Read a sentence by herself, and she will learn a sentence. So the millennium's time does not seem to be difficult, and here it is, day by day.