Something's wrong with the cat in this seat

Wei Cong knew that this person didn't want to go back to the cave, so he found a Xuetan Pavilion with a good scenery and a warm array, literally, the lake pavilion in the center of Xuetan.

The two pulled each other to sit down, covered the person with a fluffy cloak, and then set up a warm formation

"Qianshe said that wine can relieve sorrow, how about some?" He shook the wine jar in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a set of wine warming utensils appeared in the pavilion.

He heated up the vessel and poured some good wine, while Xuan Shen sat opposite, staring at the wine in Wei Cong's hand, his lips turned pale, "Cold wine, don't warm it."

Wei Cong glanced at him, "Not warm? Look at your appearance before talking."

Xuan Shen paused, and stopped talking, and then he remembered that cold wine was Rong Heng's favorite thing. In the past, Jianfeng, one person made tea and the other drank cold wine. Whenever he warmed the wine, Rong Heng would send it into the Refrigerate in deep snow.

"Wine, of course it has to be cold to feel it."

this guy always says that

Xuan Shen is not good at drinking, it can be said that he poured a glass poorly. Wei Cong poured a glass for someone. Xuan Shen stared at the clear liquid in front of him that had lost the snowflakes. The feeling came from the fingertips.

My body has been frozen for a long time, and I can't get warm all of a sudden.

In fact, he only needs a Warm and Cold Art to restore his body, but this guy likes to be abused, and would rather stay in the heavy snow for an hour or two than use the Magic Art.

Xuan Shen drank the wine in one gulp, but he didn't feel anything as the lukewarm water passed down his throat.

Like water, Xuan Shen is a little confused, why do people say that this thing can solve thousands of worries?

This man was not as calm as Qianshe when he was drunk, he was a little cute, he stared blankly at Wei Cong in front of him, "Why did you give me wine?"

Fake Wei Congzhen Chuze: "..." So you can't drink

He asked softly, "Xuan Shen, are you drunk?"

Xuan Shen didn't answer, and sat there alone. Seeing that the person was unconscious, Chu Ze warmed his body with a spell in his hand.

"It's just a brother, don't be sad." Chu Ze had been fighting with people for so long, and he had never seen this guy so sad for a person's death.

"That's not it," Xuan Shen retorted, obviously disagreeing with what Chu Ze said.

There is no need for Chu Ze to ask, Xuan Shen started nagging after drunk, "He is my best senior brother"

He added "better than anyone"

Chu Ze didn't expect to be refuted, so he added some fire to the people below, making people warmer, and asked him with some jealousy, "Is it better than Chu Ze?"

Xuan Shen nodded in bewilderment. It looked like he had completely forgotten who Chu Ze was.

Chu Ze felt that he was looking for guilt for himself, but he had another question. Taking advantage of Xuan Chaoyou's bullying, he coaxed him to ask, "Why is Rong Heng's sword called Rizhuo, and yours is called Moon Arc?" ?”

Xuan Chaoyou tilted his head slightly, and leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, "Because...they are the Sun and Moon Excalibur."

……

Not long after, two people appeared in Jianfeng Jianzun's cave

There are no more than ten disciples on Jianfeng all the year round, and now all of them have gone to Langyu Immortal City. Now there are only two people alive in Jianfeng. Chu Ze picked them up and sent them back to the cave. When he arrived at the cave, Chu Ze was kind A soft cloud blanket, a white jade soft pillow and a cloud quilt were donated.

After covering the person tightly, he reluctantly left.

At this time, Xuan Shen, who had drunk too much, fell into a dream. If you say what kind of dream it was, probably, it was a good dream for him.

……

"Xuan Shen, why are you so dumb, this is your second senior brother, why don't you be polite?"

Xuanshen was patted on the back of the head, and then he looked up at the tall sword cultivator in front of him. He was still a little kid at that time, and Rong Heng was 1.8 meters tall. , "This is my junior brother?"

Xuan Shen was still young at the time, and he had the impulsiveness of a young man. He was not afraid of death and yelled at his senior brother, "You are the most powerful swordsman in Tianshan? Come and compete with me!"

At that time, his talent was astonishing, and he had never had a defeat since he held the sword, as if a weapon like the sword was born custom-made for him.

So too proud to kick the iron plate.

Rong Heng is also a swordsman, a pure old-fashioned swordsman, he didn't look down on people because of their smallness, and he didn't release water because of his smallness, which made Xiao Xuanshen lose his confidence at that time.

That was the first time Xuan Shen doubted the purpose of holding the sword.

Since then, Rong Heng, who has been in seclusion for many years, has gained a little tail, and this little tail has lived up to Rong Heng's expectations. In just a few decades, he can fight against him. It can be said responsibly that Xuan Shen was taught by Rong Heng Yes, even that cold-faced and rigid look is not bad.

After practicing a set of sword skills, Xuan Shen looked at Rong Heng who was meditating aside, "Senior Brother"

At this time, Xuan Shen has learned to keep a cold face, and his movements and expressions are getting closer to Rong Heng. When Rong Heng woke up from meditation, he looked at his junior brother who was already about the same height as him, and after thinking about it, he would take it out of the storage bag. A clay jar, with a cold voice, "Can you drink alcohol?"

Xuan Shen has stayed with him for decades, and his habits have long been known. It is the first time that he drinks like this now, and Xuan Shen can't help asking, "What is wine?"

Ask Jian Chi Rong Heng about this, but he can't explain clearly, he just said, "Drinking it will make you feel very comfortable."

Xuan Shen looked at the clay jar, "Is the wine you mentioned as good as Jianfeng Chuixuehan?"

Chuixuehan, a kind of iced tea that Xuan Shen accidentally discovered when he came to Jianfeng. It is cooked by cold method, and the taste is better than ordinary tea.

Rong Heng commented objectively, "I don't like tea, but this wine tastes good."

Convinced of his nonsense, Xuan took the cold wine from him. He dubiously opened the wine jar, and a pot of cold air rushed towards his face. He couldn't help frowning, and looked at the wine. The cans are completely different, clear and mellow.

Suddenly he asked, "Is this what you brought with you during retreat?"

Seeing him staring at the wine tangled, Rong Heng took it away from his hand, "If you don't drink it, return it to me, I'll just have this jar."

Xuan Shen pressed it quickly, "Wait! I'll take a sip, just one sip!"

Only then did Rong Heng let go, quietly staring at the guy who raised the jar and took a deep breath.

This guy who never seems to laugh laughed out loud, "Good brother, I dare not drink your brother like this, you really are..."

Xuan Shen looked over with a pair of misty eyes, making Rong Heng unable to say what he wanted to say, he sighed

"You still recognize me?" Rong Heng asked while sitting on a dead peach tree stump.

Xuan Shen was really drunk, and he was so drunk that he forgot the cold wine that Rong Heng personally brewed on Jinxi and Hexi. The cold air in it was not something ordinary people could bear.

Xuan Shen softened his hand and threw down the wine jar. Thanks to Rong Heng's sharp eyesight, he quickly rescued the fine wine he had treasured for many years.

"Almost, your senior brother's life was ruined in your hands." Rong Heng pulled the drunk man up to throw him into the house.

"Don't pull me." Xuan Shen broke free from Rong Heng's hand sullenly.

"Don't pull you, what do you want?"

Xuan Shen's cheeks were reddened by the cold wine, and as soon as he changed, a pure white ball grabbed Rong Heng's arm, and then squeezed into the warm armpit.

Rong Heng pinched the back of his neck while looking puzzled, "Junior brother?"

The little white cat meowed cooperatively, and burped softly.

Rong Heng: "..."

He silently put the kitten back into his arms, and stopped going into the house, but put the kitten in his arms to cover it up. He leaned against the dead tree and took a sip of the wine, and then drank it slowly.

The little white cat arched in the person's arms, and found a comfortable position to sleep.

The fine snow covered Rong Heng's face, and Xuan Shen also slowly woke up from the dream.

In the Tianshan Jiange, a cluster of bright blue flames went out, and all the undrawn swords at Jianfeng buzzed. At the same time, Wei Cong, who was training his disciples at Luohanfeng, stopped his movements.

Many disciples looked at the Jiange, and said with some doubts, "The Jiange has not sounded for a hundred years. This time... who died?"

Xuan Shen got up, was drunk by a glass of cold wine yesterday, and today his head is still not awake, he sat up from the fluffy blanket, he looked around, and only then found out that it was his own cave.

The man is gone, he shouldn't indulge in the past anymore, he summoned the moon arc and left Tianshan quietly.

There are four seasons in Tianshan Jianfeng, spring, summer, autumn and winter, but now, the snow is so difficult this winter.

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