I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

Gu Ning cried, "It's just... my bones are frozen, I can't move at all, please light a fire for me to warm them up."

Xiao Qing had a strange look on her face. She looked at the spiritual fire in front of her and nodded to Gu Ning, "Roast it."

Gu Rou: “???”

what?

Although I don’t know what happened, I’ll still bake it obediently.

Bake it...

Nothing has changed...

Raise the temperature and bake again...

Still no movement...

Raise the temperature further...the spiritual fire will go out with a "puff".

Xiao Qing looked at the Jinghong Sword and Youlong Zhen Sword that were instantly frozen into ice swords in front of her: "......"

That’s all.

It bit the two couple swords that fell on the ground and walked out slowly.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Gu Ning was still screaming: "No, why did you leave? Why did you leave, Xiaoqing? The child is going to freeze to death, wuwuwu..."

When they reached the door, Xiao Qing saw the three people whose faces were frozen purple, and curled her lips, "You guys are too weak to withstand the cold."

The frozen trio: “…”

"It seems unreliable." Xiao Qing sighed. Its spiritual power came from the same source as Gu Ning. Apart from continuously supplying spiritual power to Gu Ning, there was no way to destroy the ice from the outside.

"Don't you have any healthier bodies?" Xiao Qing felt that these people were weaklings. "It's also important to exercise, kids."

"Is there anyone with a special physique that is not afraid of the cold?"

"Senior Brother Meng, why are you here?" As Xiaoqing finished speaking, a clear voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhou Wentian coming like a jade tree in front of the steps, as bright as the breeze.

Seeing Zhou Wentian, Xiaoqing's eyes lit up. She quickly rushed to Zhou Wentian and ran to his shoulder. She raised her head with a little arrogance and said, "Now there is a good opportunity to show off. Let's see if you can seize it."

Zhou Wentian was confused and turned his eyes to look at Meng Jia and others with some doubt.

Xiao Qing impatiently wandered to the other side, "You see they are useless, so I ask you, there is a chance to show off in front of Gu Ning, do you want it?"

Zhou Wentian's eyes suddenly turned red, and the next moment he asked hurriedly, "What happened to Aning?"

"She's almost frozen to death in there." Xiao Qing said, nodding towards Bing Ning Pavilion, "Her bones are frozen, and now she can't move at all."

Zhou Wentian was about to go inside, but Meng Jia and the others hurried forward to stop him, "The Bing Ning Pavilion is filled with black ice crystals, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter."

"He can go in." Xiao Qing shook her head. "He was born with sword bones. His bones are the same as Gu Ning's. They can't be damaged by freezing."

"It won't freeze..." Fan Sisi's expression was hard to describe, "But he has wood spiritual roots, not ice spiritual roots."

"If it wasn't for my Gu Ning, would he still have wood spiritual roots?" Xiao Qing snorted proudly, "Wood gives birth to all things. His wood spiritual roots have more ice attributes, so there's no problem."

Zhou Wentian kept walking and had already reached the front of Bingning Pavilion while speaking. He stepped in without hesitation.

In an instant, frost poured down from above, as if one had suddenly reached an extremely cold place.

Zhou Wentian frowned slightly, and raised his left leg with a "click", using his spiritual power to resist the cold and support his movements.

As he walked, the teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard intermittently, as if mechanical parts were slowly moving, and the vitality of the entire body was gradually recovering to normal from the lowest point.

Seeing Zhou Wentian's snow-white face, everyone couldn't help but breathe more lightly, for fear that if they breathed too heavily, this jade-like figure carved out of ice and snow in front of them would shatter in an instant.

Two incense sticks later, Zhou Wentian came to Gu Ning under Xiaoqing's guidance.

He exhaled a breath of white air, which instantly turned into ice chips falling down. He looked at Gu Ning, who was frozen into an ice lump, with gentle eyes and brows, and it felt like something was being pulled in his heart.

Aching and numb pain...

"Aning, I'm here to save you."

At the same time, Xiaoqing's voice rang out in Gu Ning's mind.

"How about this rescuer?"

Gu Ning rolled his eyes and said, "Not so good. Didn't you see that he was almost frozen into a Frozen fairy?"

"Get him out of here quickly, I can do it myself." Gu Ning pouted. Isn't this unreliable little thing a pure scam?

Zhou Wentian, who was tricked, just squatted down slowly and carefully beside Gu Ning and asked softly, "What should I do now?"

"Wood spirit power gives birth to all things, turns ice into water, and gives birth to all things. Can you do that?" Xiao Qing was retorted by Gu Ning, and her tone was choking. "Your natural sword bone can be tempered by the black ice crystal, and there are many benefits. Don't think that I am an unreliable scumbag."

Zhou Wentian, who had done nothing and had a very good attitude, was somewhat puzzled. He blinked his beautiful eyes in confusion and whispered, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Xiao Qing was stunned for a moment, then instantly became satisfied, and acted like a master, "Well, start, I'll watch you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wentian's spiritual power slowly flowed out, like a warm spring breeze, and suddenly surrounded Gu Ning.

However, Gu Ning could not feel anything. Seeing that he could not persuade Xiao Qing, Gu Ning had to concentrate and devote himself to the compression of ice spiritual power. He filled his dantian with those tiny balls of ice spiritual power and built an ice house for Bing Miaomiao.

Half a day passed like this, the dripping water fell to the ground and ice shoots grew out, and Zhou Wentian's spiritual power had already touched Gu Ning's skin.

Zhou Wentian opened his eyes, his eyelashes were frozen, and as they rustled down, Zhou Wentian gently curled the corners of his lips.

Aning, it's okay.

He closed his eyes again, ignoring the tingling in his veins and bones.

It was so painful that Aning didn’t know how long she had been enduring it alone in silence.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wentian suddenly remembered: Gu Ning... seemed to have always been carefree and had never cried out in pain.

How could it not hurt?

Zhou Wentian just felt sad. It was the first time he felt that cultivating immortals was such a difficult thing.