Fengyunyi

hook.

The rest of the night has been quiet.

The next day.

Sure enough, the snow stopped in the early morning. Compared with the mystery of the late night, this ancient house showed a sense of tranquility in the morning light.Qin Feng and others packed up their things and got on their horses to continue to the Qingshan School.

"Sir, the carriage is useless..." Qiu Ji looked worried, "Can your body still support the horse?"

"I can't and I can't help it." Jiang Jingshu looked distressed, and just as he pulled the rein to get on the horse, he was picked up by a familiar force, and sat on the horse's back with a whirlwind in front of his eyes.

Qin Feng was worried that Jiang Jingshu would be blown by the cold wind, so he specially let Jiang Jingshu sit on the horseback with his face facing him. He pulled up the brim of the cloak and hat for Jiang Jingshu, put his arms around the waist of the other party, and held the rein to enjoy himself. Said calmly: "Uncle Ji, don't worry, I will take him to ride to ensure safety."

"I said Qin Feng, you hug him so tightly, it's clear that you're eating tofu!" Yue Qianyong shouted with his eyes wide open.

"Tch." Qin Feng rolled his eyes at Yue Qianyong, and said carelessly, "You think I'm you, but I've been playing with Xiao Shu since I was a child, so there's no such thing as tofu."

"All right, all right, you're amazing." The corners of Yue Qianyong's mouth twitched.

"Of course I'm good." Qin Feng snorted softly.

"Don't be poor, hurry up and find an inn in the next village to clean up." Yun Cong interrupted helplessly.

"Then let's go~ drive—" Yue Qianyong rode his horse and galloped away in a chic manner.

"Xiao Shu, hold me tight, don't fall." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu tenderly.

Jiang Jingshu nodded lightly, silently raised his arms around Qin Feng's waist, and leaned against Qin Feng's arms, feeling the warm embrace that made him smile a bit.

And Qin Feng saw that the others had already driven away first, took a soft bag with one hand and lifted Jiang Jingshu's clothes with the other.

"Don't do it." Jiang Jingshu blushed and shrugged off in embarrassment.

"Riding a horse is very bumpy, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable there." Qin Feng said and gently lifted Jiang Jingshu's body, and carefully placed the burden under him.

Jiang Jingshu was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, his face was flushed, he faltered and said, "What will I do if I'm seen later."

"It's okay, you're covered with a cloak." Qin Feng smiled warmly, and took a quick sip, "Don't be shy, I've kissed you all over your body, are you afraid I won't be able to touch it?"

Jiang Jingshu was ashamed and angry but couldn't say a word of rebuttal, he could only raise his hand to cover Qin Feng's mouth.

Qin Feng moved Jiang Jingshu's hand away, winked at Jiang Jingshu flirtatiously, and flirted with him ambiguously: "Once you're born, you know it twice."

"Shut up, there will be no next time." Jiang Jingshu said shamefully and angrily.

"It can't be said for sure, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—" Qin Feng Chunfeng laughed triumphantly, whipped his horse, and galloped away, enjoying himself in the rivers and lakes.

【Inn】

A group of people rode their horses all the way in the world of mortals, and finally rushed to the city at noon. They quickly found a good inn for dinner, and then went back to their rooms to wash and change their clothes, and took a nap.

"knock knock"

"Sir, it's me."

"Come in." Jiang Jingshu responded, and his energy improved a lot after taking a bath and changing clothes for a nap.

After Qiu Ji entered the room, he locked the door mysteriously, walked up to Jiang Jingshu and bowed.

"No one is watching." Churchill said with certainty.

"Well, tell me about what you observed that night." Jiang Jingshu nodded and said.

"Everything is as Mr. expected. Yue Qianyong has been seeing everything about the female ghost in the dark, and he has also noticed the footprints of the man in black." Qiu Ji smiled, "Yue Qianyong should be sure that this is Qin Zhuang. Good job."

"This scene is just for him to watch." Jiang Jingshu sneered, "Qin Yue dog eats dog, nothing could be more exciting."

"However, there is an accident." Qiu Ji hid his smile, and his tone became serious.

"How to say?"

"The subordinates are practicing ninjutsu, and they hide their breath to spy secretly, but they noticed the same trace of internal force during the spying process last night."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingshu frowned and remained silent in thought.

"That is to say, I'm afraid there are eyeliners around us, and they are also people who are proficient in ninjutsu." Qiu Ji worried.

"This person who is familiar with ninjutsu is also aware of your existence?" Jiang Jingshu said coldly.

"That's not true. Ninjutsu is also used to hide the breath, but the fact that his subordinates can detect him means that the subordinate's skill is superior to his. In this way, he cannot detect the existence of his subordinates." Qiu Ji said firmly.

"The eyeliner is nothing more than one of Yue and Qin." Jiang Jingshu calmly analyzed.

"Will that be exposed? Does something need to be done?" Church said worriedly.

"It's okay, Yue Qianyong took us to this ancient house of the Lin family. We have been bystanders all along. No one can blame us for this matter." Jiang Jingshu shook his head and said.

"That's good..." Qiu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looking at the reactions of the three families next, we can guess who the eyeliner was last night." Jiang Jingshu showed a light smile, but the coldness in his eyes was as cold as ice and snow.

"Then this subordinate will go out first to prepare for the next thing on the road." Qiu Ji said before saluting and leaving.

Jiang Jingshu calmly walked to the window, and lightly touched the window sill with his fingertips, staring at the bloody winter plum in the white courtyard, not knowing how disturbed he was.

"Xiaoshu~"

The warm and bright voice brought Jiang Jingshu back to reality from his dark memories. He looked around and saw Qin Feng standing in the courtyard and waving his hands enthusiastically to greet him, like a bright sun dispelling the darkness around him.

Qin Feng looked up at the window sill of the attic on the second floor, and roared brilliantly: "Xiao Shu~! Come down and play, it's not good for your health to be bored in the room!"

Jiang Jingshu's mood was also relieved by Qin Feng's smile: "No, it's a bit cold outside."

But Qin Feng performed lightness kung fu directly, and floated to the second floor in two or three strokes, and went directly to Jiang Jingshu's room from the window sill. He looked at Jiang Jingshu with a smile and said, "How about it, lightness kung fu is not bad, do you want to learn it?"

"I can only hold a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, how can I learn martial arts." Jiang Jingshu said with a light smile and shook his head.

"It's true, you are so weak, you probably can't even hold a weapon." Qin Feng shrugged, triumphantly, "But it's okay, it's enough for me to protect you."

Just after finishing speaking, Qin Feng suddenly closed the window, opened his arms towards Jiang Jingshu, and smiled gently: "Come on Xiaoshu, you hug me, or I hug you, choose one."

Jiang Jingshu was amused, and shook his head helplessly: "You can't be serious."

"Isn't this just for the Bomei people to smile?" Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu's happiness, and he was also happy. He opened his arms and embraced Jiang Jingshu.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng defensively.

"A kiss." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu expectantly.

Jiang Jingshu chuckled a few times, but did not refuse.

Qin Feng smiled, and gently hugged the person in his arms back to the bed, enfolded the other's lips affectionately and kissed passionately, while Jiang Jingshu closed his eyes shyly, enjoying the other's love sweetly .

"Uh uh..."

The bed curtain fell, and the Furong tent soon filled with beautiful soft moaning and groaning, and when the two of them were embracing each other, Yue Qianyong's inappropriate voice sounded downstairs.

"Mr. Jiang! We've had enough rest and it's time to set off!"

"Get up." Jiang Jingshu suppressed a smile and pushed the dissatisfied man up.

Qin Feng stared fiercely at the man in his arms who was stripped of his clothes: "Hmph, there are plenty of opportunities."

Jiang Jing smiled without saying a word, he likes to watch Qin Feng go out of his way to make himself smile every time, the feelings that have been suppressed for a long time are out of control, it turns out that his emotions have always been only for Qin Feng.

Just wait for the moment when the embankment bursts, and it will be beyond redemption.

The fifteenth day of the first month of Yuancheng

【Green Mountain School】

The world is in chaos, the flames of war are chaotic, and the flames of war are raging in the sky. If you want to say that the hermit's residence is nothing more than the Qishan Mountain in the south and the Qingshan Mountain in the north.Qingshan Mountains are complex and stretching. The highest "Nanhu Peak" soars into the sky, and the gentlest "Yade Raft Peak" is quiet and beautiful, covering the beautiful scenery of the mountains. The forests are lush and available in all seasons.

The Jiutian Waterfall, which lives alone in front of you, is like the Milky Way hanging upside down on the cliff. The waterfall water breaks through the ice and falls.

A middle-aged man in a black and white Taoist robe dances his sword drunkenly under this cold waterfall. Far, seem to defend but attack.

For hundreds of years, the Qingshan School has practiced Taoism and nature on Yurai Peak. The unity of nature and man has rarely participated in worldly disputes. The No. 20 eighth-generation master Yu Bin is obsessed with swordsmanship and swordsmanship. He collects world-famous swords and treasures them on the top of Nanhu Peak. The sword-locking platform is the original nineteen style of the drunken sword created after ten years of retreat, which can be called unique.

"Master Yu's Drunken Sword Nineteen Styles seem to have changed a little bit from what I saw before."

The visitor's leisurely and light tone made the mountains and forests even more open. Yu Bin retracted his sword and fell down, took a sip of fine wine, and looked at Jiang Jingshu who came suddenly. The crown is elegant, dressed in azure blue and empty, wide sleeves lightly raised, and strong character.

"Master Yu, be courteous." Jiang Jing Shu bowed his hands elegantly.

"It turns out that Mr. Jiang has arrived." Yu Bin laughed loudly, put away his sword and walked towards Jiang Jingshu, even more recklessly, "Mr. Jiang still remember my drunken sword?"

"How can I forget." Jiang Jingshu said with a light smile.

"When will you arrive?" Yu Bin politely invited Jiang Jingshu to the stone table beside him as he spoke.

Jiang Jingshu nodded gracefully and sat down: "I just arrived, and I heard that Master Yu is at Jiutian Waterfall, so I dared to come to see you first."

"Where is it, come and taste my homemade fine wine." Yu Bin smiled and poured out a glass of wine for Jiang Jing.

"I'm just recovering from an illness, so it's inconvenient to drink alcohol. Please forgive me." Jiang Jingshu said apologetically.

"Then sir, it's time to go away. It's rare in the world to taste my wine." Yu Bin shook his head and said regretfully, he waved to a young disciple behind him, "Go, make a pot of winter tea."

"Thank you." Jiang Jing expressed his gentleness.

"I thought that Mr. Jiang was not very interested in my sword appreciation competition, but I didn't expect to invite him here." Yu Bin poured himself a drink and started chatting.

"I heard that the master got the Absolute Beginning Sword, so I naturally came to see this peerless famous sword."

"Heh." Yu Bin slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, with a proud face, "Speaking of the beginning, it was the last sword that Lao Lin made before his death, and it was also the most wonderful sword, and I got it by chance. "

"How to say?" Jiang Jingshu asked curiously.

"Since Lao Lin's accident, I didn't find Taichu in Lin's house, so I searched everywhere for Taichu's whereabouts." Yu Bin shook his head and sighed, "It took me 20 years to find him."

"As the saying goes, there is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get here." Yu Bin raised his head and drank, "I didn't expect that I found Taichu buried on the summit of the South Tiger Peak a few months ago."

"Since it was created by Senior Lin's whole life, how could it be in South Tiger Peak?" Jiang Jingshu asked.

"I can't figure it out." Yu Bin shook his head, confused, "This old Lin can be said to be the best swordsmith in the martial arts world. We hit it off, and we often drank wine at the Sword Locking Platform on Nanhu Peak. Pinjian, I once asked him where Taichu was, but he kept silent, saying that Taichu has not yet matured and it is inconvenient to show it to others."

"In the early days, there was a predestined relationship with the sect leader." Jiang Jingshu said with a light smile,

Yu Bin took the teapot from the young disciple, poured a cup of tea for Jiang Jingshu and said, "But this is too much resentment in the beginning..."

"It may be that Senior Lin's family died of hatred, and Taichu's sword heart was damaged." Jiang Jingshu said as if joking, picking up the teacup and sipping tea leisurely.

Yu Bin's expression changed slightly, and he laughed a few times: "Whether you hate it or not, in this troubled world, who can tell. It's better to have a good time with wine and recluse the world."

"Sect Leader Yu and Senior Lin are old friends. The Sect Leader thinks that Senior Lin's whole family was wiped out overnight. Is it a martial arts vendetta or an innocent disaster?" Jiang Jingshu chatted a few words.

"Who can explain clearly, I have been investigating the incident for five or six years without any results, and I can only let this matter sink into the sea." Yu Bin sighed, with a helpless expression, "Poor nephew Chengxian, I don't know if he is still all right. "

Jiang Jingshu's fingertips trembled slightly, and he lifted his sleeves to hide it, and took a sip of tea.

"It's not surprising that Mr. Jiang doesn't know. Few people in the world know that Lao Lin had an adopted son called Lin Zicheng." Yu Bin looked at Jiang Jingshu without saying a word and explained, "I also listen to Lao Lin's gossip. Only then did I know that the child should have died young, and Lao Lin spent a lot of effort to save his life, but he was also weak and sick. At the age of three, he was sent to Qishan Xuanji to study under the sect of Xuanji. Villa."

"I don't know if it's luck or misfortune." Jiang Jingshu said calmly, but held the teacup tightly.

"I didn't go to Xuanji Villa to see that child after that." Yu Bin had a serious expression, raised his head and took a few sips of wine, "I hope Zicheng will not remember the past and live a good life in Xuanji Villa."

"To be honest, because of the snowstorm on the way here, I stayed overnight at the ancient residence of the Lin family." Jiang Jingshu said with a natural expression.

"Oh? Is it still possible to live in the Lin residence?" Yu Bin also came back to his senses and said with a smile.

"I heard that there was a big fire that year, but it was extinguished by heavy rain later, so only a small part of Lin's house was burned." Jiang Jingshu said lightly, "We also encountered the 'ghost' of Lin's house that night."

"Ok?"

"It's not counted as a female ghost. I guess it should be a survivor from that year." Jiang Jingshu chuckled and said calmly, "The 'female ghost' told us that the Lin family's sword manual was coveted by others, so Suffering from an innocent disaster is not a vendetta."

"By whom?" Yu Bin's eyes were serious, with a sense of urgency that he had never felt before.

"Yue Yiqi."

Yu Bin remained silent, with a thousand turns in his heart.

"Later that 'female ghost' was silenced, and she really became a female ghost." Jiang Jingshu said regretfully.

Yu Bin remained silent, but a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Jingshu is also indifferent, the atmosphere between the two is delicate, one of them is drinking tea leisurely in the deep mountains and old forests, the other is dull and heavy drinking, only the sound of the Jiutian Waterfall in the mountain stream is heard, and the tired birds are suddenly chirping.

There was a sound outside the cloud, and the nine heavens roared.

*****

The long stream "Deer Drinking Stream" in Yufa Peak of Qingshan is well-deserved of its reputation. Now in winter, the stream is covered with a layer of transparent ice. Through the mirror-like ice flakes, fish can be seen flying in the shallow bottom. Splendid, birds chirping in the empty forest, and many sika deer come and go, so the deer drinking stream in the empty forest comes from here.

After Jiang Jing Shu bid farewell to Tai Bin, he walked to the Luyin Creek deep in the forest. Since I met that man last time in the cedar forest on the back mountain of Shilan Temple, it is time to see him again.

From a distance, the man in the white velvet suit can be seen sitting on the edge of the rock fishing for the ice stream alone. It seems that all trivial matters can be forgotten when he comes to this green mountain.

"How did the conversation with Yu Bin go?" The man knew who was coming without even looking. "After talking for so long, it should be getting better."

"Everything is as planned, and Yu Bin can really help us." Jiang Jingshu smiled softly, with a relaxed and familiar tone, walked to the other side and picked a stone to sit down.

"The stone is cold." The fishing man turned his head to look at Jiang Jingshu, raised his signature gentle smile, and his eyebrows were soft, "Fengfeng will definitely yell for you to get up again when he sees it."

"Yuncong, you make fun of me too." Jiang Jingshu smiled helplessly, "Why, bored and fishing alone?"

"Luo Yi is dealing with those sect masters. I'm waiting for you to be bored, so I might as well follow the example of a hermit fishing for Hanxi alone." Yun Cong checked the hook, but there was still no catch.

"I asked Zixu to take me to Yaowangchi last time, thanks to you." Jiang Jingshu patted Yuncong's shoulder, "I don't know that we have such a tacit understanding."

"In the early morning of the fourth day of the lunar new year, I heard news from Jiangyuan that Mr. Jiang passed out from illness." Yun Cong looked at Jiang Jingshu meaningfully, "Actually, I thought you were just pretending to be sick. I went to Jiangyuan to find out You are really sick and unconscious, and I was almost dragged in by you."

"Fortunately, you're smart." Jiang Jingshu nodded, looking into the distant forest.

"Whether you have this idea or not, I'll let Fengfeng take you to Yaowang Pond anyway." Yun Cong continued to chat casually, "You, the weak Wenwen is really cruel to yourself, I really dare to stand in the snow and get seriously ill."

"Qin Zhiyue didn't feel cruel to the Lin family when he opened his mouth. What's wrong with my illness?" Jiang Jingshu sneered.

"Don't think about it, think about something happy." Yuncong said in a relaxed tone, "Your illness, the sword manual was brought back, body cold was cured, and Fengfeng got married."

Jiang Jingshu also smiled a little, but his eyes were full of melancholy and depression as deep as the sea.

"Are you really going to continue?" Yuncong asked seriously suddenly, "If you continue, you and Fengfeng will really be irreparable..."

"You know, every time I lie to him, I take a step away from him." Jiang Jingshu put away the smile on his lips, and looked at the quiet ice creek sadly and helplessly, "It's impossible to turn back now, I'm not the Jiang Jingshu he liked since childhood, I'm just Lin Zicheng."

"Not necessarily, maybe Fengfeng won't mind..." Yun Cong quickly smoothed things over.

"But I don't mind, what he loves is Jiang Jingshu from Jiangyuan, that gentleman from the Academy." Jiang Jingshu smiled bitterly, "It's not Lin Zicheng, the only son of the Lin family who has cheated him for more than ten years."

Yun Cong was speechless and could only sigh softly, saying that the world is impermanent.

"Yun Cong, have you ever thought that what you see in front of you is not what you think?" Jiang Jingshu turned his deep gaze to Yun Cong.

"You mean Fengfeng?"

"Forget it, if you were Qin Feng, what would you do?" Jiang Jingshu smiled.

"Everyone has their own destiny." Yun Cong said indifferently, "I will also have my own ending, so there is no need to assume."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said these things to you." Jiang Jingshu changed the subject, "By the way, the secret letter I sent you last time said that there was eyeliner on that day in Lin's house, did you find any clues?"

"After we left, Luo Yi asked his confidants to search around Lin's residence. Except for the traces of seven of us, there was no eighth person found." Yun Cong replied, "This means that either the eyeliner is superb, or that is……"

"Or there are spies among us." Jiang Jingshu said calmly.

"Yes, if you are sure about Uncle Ji, then the spy should be Gong Ling." Yun Cong nodded.

"Uncle Ji, I'm sure he's not a spy, and this eyeliner is weaker than Uncle Ji's in concealment technique, so he probably won't be able to make Luo Yi's confidantes check it out." Jiang Jingshu's expression sank, "And there's one more thing, since then Now that the incident has happened, the reaction of the Yue family is exactly as we expected, they have already tightened their grip on Qin Zhi, and Qin Zhi also stands still."

Yun Cong looked interested, and he said with a light smile: "This is interesting, our female ghost scene is for Yue Qianyong, just to bring information to Yue Yiqi through Yue Qianyong, but now there are more A spy but everything is still going as we want."

"Gong Ling may be Yue Yiqi's spy in the Qin family." Jiang Jingshu points out.

"Well, let's keep an eye on Gong Ling." Yun Cong nodded and said, "Anyway, it started off smoothly. When you got the sword manual, the Qin and Yue families were bitten by us, even Yu Bin This worldly expert has also been persuaded by you."

"Twenty years of planning, if it doesn't go well, wouldn't it be in vain." Jiang Jingshu said lightly.

"Next, it's time for the Luo family to play. Brother Jiang, let's drink tea and watch the show."

"Naturally I believe Luo Yi and you." Jiang Jingshu chuckled, and he glanced at the ripples on the ice stream, "Well, the fish has taken the bait."

Yuncong pulled up the fishing rod vigorously, and looked at the fish on the hook with a smile, the winter fish raised in the melt water of the glacier, alive and kicking.

"Finally hooked."

Qin Feng and his entourage were arranged together in a courtyard. The east, west, north and south are wing rooms, four surrounding guest suites, and a huge garden courtyard in the middle, which is elegant and unique. In the cold winter, there is snow everywhere, and it is a vast expanse of white.Qin Feng spent the whole morning chatting and meeting people from various schools and factions, and finally returned to the yard.

"Master, you can have lunch after a short rest." Gong Ling said after Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was dressed in a cool blue and white military uniform, a dark blue cloak, and a sunny and energetic young man. He lazily stretched his waist: "Have a good meal."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the accumulated snow and kneaded it into a snowball and threw it at Gong Ling, accompanied by hearty laughter: "Hahahahaha little bell~ How about we have a snowball fight?"

"The young master is not young anymore, still playing snowball fights?" Gong Ling laughed.

"Snowball fights are divided into big and small?" Qin Feng didn't care, and threw another big snowball at Gong Ling, "Hey, if you don't fight back, I will show no mercy."

Gong Ling dodged Qin Feng's attack nimbly, and he let go a lot without outsiders. He picked up a snowball and threw it at Qin Feng with a smile on his face: "Master, don't blame Gong Ling for being rude."

"Hahahahaha..."

For a while, the two had a snowball fight under the warm sun, and the fine snow fell unknowingly, which was even more warm. The laughter resounded through the courtyard, and the big and small snowballs with great strength Mixed with fine falling snow splashing everywhere.

"Hey, the little bell is not bad." Qin Feng laughed and pinched Gong Ling's face with an evil look.

"Don't pinch, young master, it's going to be swollen." Gong Ling pinched his face, and couldn't speak clearly.

"What are you afraid of if it's swollen, I promise you won't think your face is swollen." Qin Feng squeezed even more, laughing wantonly.

The cheerful winter fine snow played and envied others, and the small and broken snow flakes fluttered all over the sky. Just as the two of them were enjoying themselves, Jiang Jingshu and Yun Cong walked into the courtyard.

The courtyards fall one after another, and among the intertwined shadows, Jiang Jingshu calmly looks at the obviously ambiguous Gong Ling and Qin Feng in the distance. waves.

Yun Cong, who was standing beside him, was holding an umbrella to shield him from the soft snow. He looked at Qin Feng and Gong Ling who were having a snowball fight in front of him, and at Jiang Jingshu, who was like ice beside him, his head suddenly grew bigger.

"Cough, cough... Fengfeng accepts the move." Yuncong interrupted Qin Feng and Gong Ling's frolic, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Qin Feng's forehead accurately.

"Ah!!" Qin Feng was hit by a big snowball. He was in a daze. He turned around and saw that Yun Cong was about to fight back. He noticed that Jiang Jingshu beside Yun Cong suddenly smiled softly. He grabbed a smaller one Xueqiu, "Xiao Shu stretched out her hand, let's go!"

Jiang Jingshu seemed to be possessed. Seeing Qin Feng's warm and sunny smile, he compromised. Even though his hands were already cold, he stretched out his hands. His slender, white hands stopped in the cold wind and snow, waiting for the other party to hold his hand. The snowball hits.

Qin Feng controlled his strength and threw it lightly, not too far and not too close to Jiang Jingshu's palm, and Jiang Jingshu finally smiled when he saw the snowball in his palm. Reluctant to throw the snowball down.

"Hey, Xiaoshu, throw it away." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu in a daze as he stared at the snow in his hand, and hurried over to slap the snow off the opponent's hand, not forgetting to teach him a lesson, "Although your body cold is cured But how can I keep holding the snow like this.”

"Didn't you drop it on me?" Jiang Jingshu said leisurely.

Qin Feng glared at Jiang Jingshu: "I didn't let you hold on to it."

"Hands are cold." Jiang Jingshu said lightly, and suddenly put his cold palm directly on Qin Feng's face to keep warm.

Only Qin Feng's screams resounded like killing a pig resounding through the courtyard: "Ahh——"

But Jiang Jingshu didn't care about Qin Feng's screams, and still calmly held Qin Feng's face to keep warm, without guilt, as if he was holding a hand warmer.

Yun Cong laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and said with a gasp, "Look at Fengfeng, even if Brother Jiang comes back, it's one-on-three, not two-on-two hahahaha..."

"Xiao Shu...are you warm enough?" Qin Feng pouted and looked at Jiang Jingshu sadly, but his heart was full of joy.

"Okay." Jiang Jingshu said lightly, put his warm hands back into his sleeves, and without looking at Qin Feng, he walked forward and sat down in a stone pavilion not far away.

With a smothered smile, Yun Cong followed Jiang Jingshu to the stone pavilion and sat down, ordering the maid who was waiting on the side to bring hot tea.

Qin Feng's face was numb from the cold, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously and whispered: "Your uncle..."

"Master, are you okay?" Gong Ling looked distressed, and just wanted to raise his hand to warm Qin Feng's face.

Qin Feng raised his head and dodged without leaving a trace, he smiled and said: "Oh, why is there something wrong, little bell, I want to eat oranges, help me get a plate here."

"Yes." Gong Ling nodded obediently and left.

Qin Feng also heaved a sigh of relief seeing Gong Ling leave, turned his head just in time to meet Jiang Jingshu's cold gaze, and was at a loss for what to do.

"Hey..." A long sigh brought Qin Feng back to his senses, and he saw Luo Yi walking towards them while pressing his temples wearily.

"Ai," Yun Cong immediately got up and took an umbrella and stepped forward when he saw someone coming, "Don't just rely on your body to be strong and not hold an umbrella, okay?"

Luo Yi took the umbrella with a smile, and at the same time covered most of it over Yun Cong's side, and the two walked into the stone pavilion together.

"Brother A Yi, you are back too." Qin Feng jumped to Luo Yi's side.

"Those sect masters didn't make things difficult for you." Luo Yi said with concern.

"They can't chat with me, so they just exchange some pleasantries, unlike you, who are very active in chatting with them." Qin Feng said with a smile, "Brother Ayi, you seem to be bored to death?"

"That's not it, it's really annoying." Luo Yi shook his head and sat down, "It's just about the sesame seeds and soybeans, no wonder Dad asked me to attend instead of him, it turned out to be annoying."

"You, you listened too much to the Patriarch, did you really come here?" Yun Cong gave a gentle mockery.

"What, Ah Cong, don't you dare not listen to Uncle Luo?" Qin Feng asked.

"That's right," Luo Yi tapped Yuncong's forehead vigorously: "You are so arrogant in front of me, why don't you have to be obedient in front of dad?"

"The head of the family is kind to me in nurturing me, so I naturally respect him," Yun Cong said with a faint smile: "But I have been Luo Yi's people since I was a child, and I have never been Luo Xiao's people. If you two have disagreements, I will naturally standing next to you."

Qin Feng let out a nasty "wow", and Jiang Jingshu also coughed lightly.

Luo Yi was the most indifferent, with slight waves in his eyes, and said: "Don't keep thinking about these messy things, there are so many things to worry about."

"You don't think so, that's because I've finished sharing the burden for you." Yun Cong complained softly.

Qin Feng made an exaggerated "wow" again: "Ah Cong, why are you so nasty! You are more nasty than me!"

A rare smile appeared on Luo Yi's cold and serious face. Seeing Yun Cong's resentment, he hugged the other party's shoulder helplessly, patted and said in a low voice: "Okay, I made a mistake, and I apologize to you."

"Hey, hey, you two, talk about something serious, ahem, Xiaoshu and I can't stand it anymore." Qin Feng began to yell.

"Okay, serious business is serious business." Luo Yi regained Bao Gong's face: "Just now I mentioned the Lin family's haunted house to a few martial arts practitioners, but they just laughed it off and didn't care."

"How?" Yun Cong asked.

"Most of them think it's boring people pretending to be ghosts."

"The haunted house is indeed absurd, but there are many doubtful points." Jiang Jingshu said.

"That's right." Yun Cong and Jiang Jingshu looked at each other and said, "The woman appeared strangely, died quickly, and was unclear. It was obviously premeditated. It is worth pondering who ordered it, and—— It has been so many years since the Lin family was destroyed, why would someone provoke it at this juncture?"

"Hmm~" Qin Feng put his head in his hands and nodded in agreement: "I also think that female ghost's death was too sudden, like a dream."

"Even if the martial arts people don't care about this, I still think it's strange," Luo Yi mused, his deep eyes fixed on the person next to him, showing a soft and shallow smile: "Yun Cong, what do you think?" ?”

With his hand still on Yuncong's shoulder, the question seemed extremely ambiguous.Yun Cong raised his eyebrows at him, and smiled softly in return: "Of course we have investigated to the end."

"Hey, hey, hey," Qin Feng broke the eyebrows between the two: "If you really want to investigate, where should you start? Everyone is dead now, it can't be..."

"Of course it starts with the dead." Jiang Jingshu added lightly.

"Why, are you afraid of Fengfeng?" Yuncong's smile deepened.

"Why would I be afraid, and there are no ghosts," Qin Feng rolled his eyes: "I'll go with you, let's go and see what kind of mystery it is."

"Are you with me?"

"A Cong, you won't be worried that I'll hold you back?" Qin Feng said with a smile on his hips, "My young master is capable of both literature and martial arts. I have never been afraid of things since I was a child. With me, I will definitely be able to solve the case."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes," Yun Cong yawned, "Don't get dirty with your corpse, it won't be good if you infect Brother Jiang."

"Don't scare me, there is no such thing." Qin Feng rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, there is no such thing." Yun Cong nodded repeatedly, "Even if there was, I was scared away by your Young Master Qin."

"Anyway, this matter was strange back then, so you must not attract attention when investigating the case." Jiang Jingshu said calmly, "So as not to get the truth out."

Qin Feng, Yuncong and Luo Yi also nodded in agreement. At this time, Gong Ling and a maid came to serve with fruit and hot tea. Qin Feng immediately poured a cup of tea and put it in Jiang Jingshu's hand.

"Come to Xiaoshu, warm your hands." Qin Feng said softly.

"Which orange do you like to eat, young master? Let me peel one for you." Gong Ling asked while picking out an orange.

"Hahaha, I can peel it myself. Little Bell, go and see if lunch is ready. I'm so hungry." Qin Feng quickly refused, and quickly picked up an orange and stuffed it into Gong Ling's hand, "Hey , you eat one too"

"Yes." Gong Ling obediently left again.

"Huh..." Qin Feng let out another breath.

"Hey, why does Fengfeng keep pushing Xiao Gongling away?" Yun Cong said with raised eyebrows.

"There's no way to keep it open." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu unnaturally and said.

"Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door." Jiang Jingshu said coldly.

"I didn't do anything wrong." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu and said nervously, "Really, I won't lie to you!"

"En." Jiang Jingshu responded casually, and handed the tea in his hand to Qin Feng's mouth, "You can drink some hot tea too."

Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu's eyes so tenderly that he wanted to spit out water, but Jiang Jingshu simply put the teacup into Qin Feng's hand and didn't look away.

"Fengfeng, don't stare at Brother Jiang and smile like a big bad wolf, it's scary." Yun Cong laughed.

"You are the big bad wolf." Qin Feng suddenly looked resentful.

"Then you are little gray wolf."

"You are a big bear!"

"You're a little bear."

The two of them kept bickering without getting bored, and Jiang Jingshu had already peeled an orange and handed it to Qin Feng, and said casually in a relaxed tone: "Here, do you want to eat oranges?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Juzi in disbelief, and then at Jiang Jingshu.

"It's fine if you don't eat." Jiang Jingshu calmly wanted to take it back.

"Eat!" Qin Feng smiled, held Jiang Jingshu's wrist, and ate the orange directly from the other's hand.

Jiang Jingshu didn't resist, and smiled lightly when he saw Qin Feng.

Light snow is falling, hot tea is curling up, laughter and laughter, the four people in the pavilion are wandering in this sea of ​​fragrant plums and snow every day.

Midnight.

The snowy night in the mountains is more humid and biting than that in the Central Plains. The midnight frost and snow are harsh, and the wind is strong, and the sound of "huhu" blowing through the doors and windows makes it difficult for Jiang Jingshu to fall asleep.

"knock knock"

In the middle of the night, the sound of knocking on the window made Jiang Jingshu tremble all over, and he woke up.

"Xiao Shu, it's me."

Outside the window was Qin Feng's sneaky voice, Jiang Jingshu heaved a sigh of relief, got out of bed, put on a cloak, and walked to the window. As soon as he opened the window, he saw Qin Feng standing outside the window with a lantern in frost and snow, trembling but still exposed. Looking at himself with a warm smile, the wind and snow outside were whistling.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Jiang Jingshu frowned, he couldn't stand the strong wind.

"Oh, then I'll go." Qin Feng nodded, but turned away like a good baby.

"Come in."

"Okay!" Qin Feng happily replied, and immediately turned his head and rushed back to the window, turning over and entering the window without hesitation.