Changfeng crosses Baishi

"How many pieces to take off?!" Xiao Baishi hugged himself with both hands, and said in horror.

The sound of pattering rain could not cover the momentary silence, Ying Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then understood something from his actions, he was speechless for a moment, and said: "Take off as many clothes as you like."

Xiao Baishi: "..."

Ying Changfeng: "Is there a fire starter?"

These few words made Xiao Baishi recover from the sudden reverie, he said "Oh" and said, "Yes."

After saying that, he took out a finger-length light-colored charm from his arms, threw it into the air, and directed it to a relatively dry place on the ground. The spell burst and fell to the ground immediately, turning into a handful of warm flames.

The fire talisman is one of the simplest low-level spells. People with immortal roots only need to be as simple as Xiao Baishi to ignite it. If ordinary people want to use it, they just need to read more complicated formulas.Just like this, in the early years, it was secretly sold by some unscrupulous disciples of the immortal sect in the secular world. Later, it caused several disasters and alarmed the imperial court. For decades, the circulation of magical artifacts and spells among the people was prohibited.

Although this charm is simple and easy to engrave, but because Xiao Heyan doesn't like open flames, it is rare on Cuiwei Mountain.These few fire talismans were prepared by Xiao Baishi for Ying Changfeng, who knew that the heavy rain came in handy so quickly.

Inside the mountain temple, Ying Changfeng looked around and found out the various furnishings and original offerings.

He stood up and walked around the bonfire, picked up two barely rotten logs from the corner, untied the hair tie and fixed them in a cross shape, supporting a simple clothes hanger.

"Outer shirt." Ying Changfeng stretched out his hand to Xiao Baishi, and the other party quickly took off his soaked clothes.

The space on the wooden shelf was limited, and the outer shirts of the two of them had to lean close together.Covered by the firelight, it was the warmth that could not be felt in Cuiwei Mountain. Xiao Baishi crossed his legs with his chin in his hands, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Ying Changfeng saw that he didn't move, he was wearing a half-soaked underwear, and was about to ask if he wanted to dry it, when Xiao Baishi woke up like a dream, and made a formula with his left hand.A layer of frost condensed on his body and froze the water, and then shook it off gently, and it was all dried up - but this method was too cold for ordinary people's bodies to bear.

For Chang Feng, drying clothes may be more useful than spells that damage the body.Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand and continued to rest his chin in a daze, glancing at the people behind the fire from time to time.

Ying Changfeng let go of his hairband just now, his black hair was wet in locks and stuck to his fair cheeks, the tips of his hair were still dripping, and from time to time a small ball was wet in his underwear.He was a little cold, and pretended not to deliberately move towards the fire, stretched out his hands, and flicked his fingertips from time to time, rubbing against the flames.

For no reason, Xiao Baishi thought that the lazy red leopard also liked to play with him with its paws out.

With a little finger, the flame suddenly became much softer.

Ying Changfeng realized that his intention was to fear that he would burn himself, his face turned pale, and the anger towards Xiao Baishi just now disappeared, and he said abruptly: "The one enshrined here seems to be the God of Cuiwei Mountain."

"Ah?" Xiao Baishi asked, having never heard of this, "Who is that?"

Accompanied by the sound of the rain curtain, Ying Changfeng's tone of storytelling is ethereal and dissociated, but flat and straightforward, making it difficult for people to focus on the content of what he said:

"I read from a book "Strange Tales of Famous Mountains" that most of the spiritual mountains in the world have now become immortal dojos, but this was not the case in the early days. These places have excellent geomantic omens and many have sources of spiritual power, so spirits and monsters also Many. In this way, some practitioners will choose to practice together with the spirits in the mountains. People in the secular world do not understand the mystery, thinking that only gods can communicate with beasts, so they will spontaneously build temples to worship. Some of these practitioners are not so surly and weird Yes, secretly helping each other when encountering trivial matters, it aggravates the awe of mortals towards the 'Mountain God'."

After hearing this, Xiao Baishi suddenly said, "Isn't that just spiritism?"

Ying Changfeng took a look at him, and said slowly: "Before the out-of-control spirit beasts under Daoist Xuanhe's seat, those powerful ones who had practiced to the extreme had no sect affiliation, and almost all came out of the mountains, so some At least they all know some spiritism. The so-called ghosts are nothing more than birds and beasts with a little spiritual energy and can understand human language, but they are revered as gods by mortals."

Xiao Baishi suddenly felt that there was something in his words. Thinking of himself and thinking that his three-legged cat-like psychic talent was mostly inherited from Xin Yi's inner alchemy, he was a little confused for a while.

That being said, is it possible that Xin Yi was also a practitioner at that time?

Then he must be at least four or five hundred years old...

Most of the immortal couples are of the same generation, even if there is a slight age difference, there is no written tacit agreement between the two generations.In addition, the combination of dual cultivation and Taoism is wishful thinking, and most of them will not cross generations. If Xiao Heyan and Xin Yi are really so different, now they have found a young Ying Changfeng——

The age gap of more than three hundred years between him and Ying Changfeng seems normal!

Up to this point, Xiao Baishi was speechless for a moment.

The flames danced in front of him, and he suddenly realized that he had been silent for too long, so he raised his head and met Ying Changfeng's eyes.Ying Changfeng's expression was natural, without even the slightest bit of impatience.

"Ah, I'm sorry... I was just in a trance." Xiao Baishi rubbed his hands, "I was thinking about psychics."

Ying Changfeng nodded to show that he understood, and continued: "At the end of that book, the top ten spiritual mountains were listed, and Cuiwei Mountain was ranked sixth. It is not surprising that there is a mountain temple here. Considering the furnishings here, perhaps no one has enshrined it for a long time. In terms of time, it seems to be the same period as the major immortal sects established themselves in the vast sects of the martial arts, and mortals began to chase ascension."

When mentioning the mountain temple at this moment, besides being here, Xiao Baishi also had other thoughts.

He guessed that Ying Changfeng might be testing something, but the other party was watertight, he couldn't find out, and he couldn't take the initiative to ask "Do you know who the mountain god is"-Xiao Baishi himself was not sure.

It can't be Xin Yi.

After thinking about it, Xiao Baishi carefully asked: "You want to say that this mountain god is not a real god, but actually a certain senior who practiced in Cuiwei Mountain and is well versed in psychic skills?"

"Exactly." Ying Changfeng said, "There is a copy of "Cuiwei Jishi" in the scripture cave of your sect. The first half is written in silk, and it may be a few years old. I guess, it may be something like Cuiwei Mountain Chronicles... It records the changes of practitioners on Lingshan from ancient times to the present."

He has only been there twice, but he knows the books in it like the back of his hand, and his memory and concentration are evident.Xiao Baishi felt ashamed for a moment, and asked, "Didn't you open it and take a look?"

Ying Changfeng said simply: "There is a ban on it, and I can't undo it."

Xiao Baishi realized later that Ying Changfeng probably wanted to find out, but he was too embarrassed to ask himself, he might have to wait for the two of them to get acquainted before raising this matter.Although he may not be able to untie it, he let Ying Changfeng leave in a hurry, and now he is still thinking about that book, which is extremely regrettable...

"I don't know." He apologized softly, "If you really care about this, I will try to bring it out for you later."

Ying Changfeng nodded: "Then there is work."

The flame burns silently, because it is not a natural thing to be lit by a spell, there is no smoky torment, but it also has a little less sound to make it feel real.Xiao Baishi touched the temperature of the flame, and seeing that Changfeng's shoulders shrank, he suddenly had an idea.

He shouted: "Ying Changfeng."

"Ok?"

"Come and sit next to me? It's too cold, and it's still raining." Xiao Baishi said this in a soft voice, not like his usual carefree and heartless appearance, but more like a careful temptation.

Those rabbit ears stood up again in Ying Changfeng's eyes, representing a kind of expectation.He couldn't bear to shake off Xiao Baishi's good mood, he hadn't cleared up the panic caused by the other party in his heart, but his body moved first, walked around the fire calmly, and sat down on a tattered straw mat beside Xiao Baishi.

Before Ying Changfeng pressed down, Xiao Baishi suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

After saying that, he took out a dry cloth towel from his pocket and put it on the mat, Xiao Baishi raised his head and smiled at Chang Feng: "It's fine now - this mat is too dirty and wet, it will make you uncomfortable."

Most cultivators like cleanliness, especially Ying Changfeng.Even if it is casual, it is rare to make do with it on weekdays. Now that he is in such a mess, he has not thought about it so much, but Xiao Baishi has thought about it for him first.

Ying Changfeng's eyes moved slightly, and this cloth scarf, together with the frost marks that were not used on him just now, moved him inexplicably.

The heartbeat was a little faster, Ying Changfeng blinked, and a little red star splashed out of the bonfire.He was wrapped in half-wet and half-dry clothes, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, listening to Xiao Baishi talking about the leopard vividly.

He is good to me because of that phrase of liking.

How can there be such a stupid person in the world.

Ying Changfeng thought to himself, but couldn't help feeling that it didn't matter if he was stupid, he would always protect him.

When this thought came out of nowhere, Ying Changfeng was startled.He felt a little irregular for a while, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, and many words flooded into his mind, among which his master Yue Bichuan's voice was the loudest and deafening.

"You are born with no love and no thoughts, and you are an excellent talent for cultivating the Tao."

"The word love is the most harmful."

"Only by treating all living beings equally can we achieve greatness."

He can't treat everyone equally.

Ying Changfeng suddenly felt relieved and secretly said: If Xiao Baishi is in danger, he will still care a little bit.

Because he cared, it was reasonable to give Xiao Baishi something sweet like kissing and hugging.

Ying Changfeng doesn't take these things seriously, and actions that ordinary people think are too intimate are the same to him.He didn't want to hurt Xiao Baishi, so he would treat him well.Although no one had brought him similar feelings before, he did not think about other places. Although the practice of Taoism is long and boring, it is not bad to find some fun in life now.

"Alive", Ying Changfeng's eyes moved slightly, as if he felt something dimly.

Everyone cultivates Taoism for the purpose of ascension, but no one has said what will happen to ascension.

If after ascension, people become desireless, their hearts become a stone, and they sit and watch the mountains change all day long, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and remain unchanged for thousands of years...is it still alive?

What has he lost, what has he gained, which is more worthwhile for him to lose or gain?

This question troubled Ying Changfeng, he didn't open his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't bear the people around him to start their hands and feet.He was cold, Xiao Baishi rubbed against him, as if unintentionally stepped on the toe of Ying Chang's wet shoe.

"Are you cold, Ying Changfeng?"

Before waiting for an answer, Xiao Baishi pursed his lips: "Forget it, I think you are quite cold."

When his words were about to fall, a ball of warm light ignited in his hand, it was an extremely simple trick, and it could only last for a short time, rolling back and forth on the wetness on his shoulders.

Ying Changfeng stuck like a log, didn't speak, and turned a deaf ear to Xiao Baishi's actions.He was bored after playing for a while, the warm light burned out, and the bonfire still illuminated their faces.

"When will the rain stop..." Xiao Baishi murmured, leaning to the side, resting his head on Ying Changfeng's shoulder.

This action seemed to suddenly undo a long-standing seal. Ying Changfeng rubbed the side of his face with his frost-dyed hair, and said "um" for no reason.

Xiao Baishi closed his eyes, the quiet and closed environment and the continuous sound of rain made him make an inexplicable request: "I really like rain, Ying Changfeng, please give me a kiss."

The person he was relying on froze, Xiao Baishi didn't need to look to know that his expression must be very exciting.

He laughed, but before he could say "I'm kidding you", Ying Changfeng pressed his arms and forced him to sit up halfway, his head lowered, because his lips were a little cold after being exposed to the rain.

Then kissed him exactly.