After death with the master

extreme north.

The extreme north is full of ice and snow all the year round.

But the day is longer than the night.

And the sun is even rarer here.

This area is relatively rare, and the only city is also called "Ice City", and the number of people living in it is only the last number of the capital.

And the ice city is the place where the black flood dragons that live in the cold pool are sheltered.

As for the cold pool, it has to go further north.

The coldness of this place is the kind that can instantly condense into frost in the air and fall when you exhale.

Therefore, not many people in the Ning Dynasty went this way, and those who could live here were indeed warriors.

As soon as Ning Sui came out of the crack, he felt a biting chill.

It's just that other people are dead, and they can feel the cold, but they are not afraid of the cold.

Zhou He walked out from behind him, carrying Ning Sui's wooden box on his back.

While holding his hand, he said: "Xuanyin in the cold pool has set up an enchantment. It's not that I can't take you in directly, but if I do, Xuanyin will probably explode in anger."

He gently squeezed Ning Sui's hand, which was colder than the ice and snow: "He has a lot of rules and regulations, after all, it's his territory, I have to give way."

Ning Sui didn't care whether he came to Bingcheng or Hantan first.

He just cared about what Zhou He said, and he could feel that he had a good relationship with that black flood dragon.

At least it was the first time that Ning Sui saw Zhou He and said to give way to someone other than him.

"I explained to you that I didn't want you to be jealous." Zhou He looked at Ning Sui helplessly. Although the ghost mask blocked Ning Sui's face, Zhou He could guess all his emotions: "I just want to say something mysterious to you." Yin is indeed one of my few friends, if you want anything, you don't need to be polite to him."

Zhou He smiled: "For example, his scales can be used to make puppet armor, fire protection, lightning protection and ice protection."

He said casually: "There are also his bones, which are the sharpest and hardest in the world. If you want to learn swordsmanship in the future, I can take one and make you a bone sword."

The feeling in Ning Sui's heart dissipated instantly: "..."

He turned to Zhou He expressionlessly, his pair of dark eyes that seemed to have been soaked in ice were as dead silent as ever: "Is he really your old friend?"

Zhou He nodded honestly: "Yes."

It was the first time that Ning Sui heard that it was a friend who was going to pull out people's scales and pull out people's bones, but Zhou He said it so seriously that Ning Sui couldn't be sure if this was how he got along with Xuanyin or if he was just teasing him again .

In a place like Ice City, there is no privately run inn.

On the contrary, Ning Chao specially sent people to open a posthouse here for the convenience of the Xuanmen's Xuanshi, named Ninghui. The place is very large, at least it can accommodate a hundred people without any problem.

Although the Ning Dynasty left the extreme north alone, but in the end, Ning returned to the post house and took a first-hand measure.

If one day the black flood dragon shows a signal that is unfavorable to Ning Chao, Ning Chao can also send a mysterious master to come, and there is still a place to stay.

This is the power of the emperor.

On weekdays, if there are travelers coming, they can also spend and stay in this post house.

The money earned will belong to the person in charge of the post house, and there is no need to hand it over.

Therefore, although the job of guarding Ninghui's posthouse is cold, it is a good thing for many people to get rich.

When Ning Sui and Zhou He arrived in Ninghui, Ninghui's shopkeeper asked, "Are you two mysterious masters from the capital?"

Both of them were wearing masks, not to mention that Zhou He was still carrying Ning Sui's suitcase, so they could tell they were Profound Masters at a glance, so Zhou He didn't hide it, but said, "It's a Profound Master, but he didn't come from the capital." Yes, just to join in the fun."

The shopkeeper is obviously knowledgeable, knowing that Yanshi who can manipulate puppets is considered to have some skills in Yanshi, so although he still smiles, his words are obviously respectful: "Since you two are profound masters, then you can Please come inside, this money is unnecessary."

He cupped his hands at Ning Sui and Zhou He: "I'll ask someone to serve you a cup of good tea from our extreme north later."

Ning Sui and Zhou He didn't refuse either.

One of them is the prince of the Ning Dynasty, so there is no need to be polite to the organization established by their own.

One is that something unspeakable happened with the prince a few nights ago, so naturally there is no need to be polite to the prince.

The shopkeeper didn't arrange the best rooms for Ning Sui and Zhou He, after all he didn't know their identities.

The Xuanshi and his party in the capital also have a lot of noble people, and Ning Sui, who is still a black family, can't compare with them.

But Ning Sui didn't care.

Even if there is no inn here, it doesn't matter to him to rest in the woods.

Left and right others are dead, don't feel cold and don't need to sleep.

It was also Zhou He who insisted on letting him come and go.

As for the reason-

Zhou He put down the box behind him, turned his head and glanced at Ning Sui who was not sitting on the slump as usual: "It still hurts?"

His voice was deep and low, without the slightest bit of teasing, but only tenderness and concern, but the more so, the more it made Ning Sui's face harden.

Ning Sui looked up at Zhou He expressionlessly, without saying a word.

But Zhou He could understand what he meant, and his sincere concern instantly turned into a smile: "Okay, I won't mention it."

So Ning Sui turned his head to look at the window again.

Posthouses are not inns after all.

He couldn't look down on the street below from a height, and he couldn't see the street from here, all he could see was a lush and tall tree.

The trees here have no leaves, only bare branches, with icicles hanging down from the top, which looks a little creepy, but it also has a wild taste.

Although Ning Sui had lived in the capital city and seen heavy snow days, it was the first time he had seen such a long icicle with no snow or rain.

There is no snow on the ground in this place, and the ground is dry. It seems that there has been no snow or rain in the past few days. It is only because the weather is really too cold that this situation has formed.

Ning Sui wasn't curious how such long icicles formed without rain, he just looked out of the window habitually.

He was looking outside, but Zhou He was looking at him.

The traces of that night still remain on Ning Sui's neck.

In fact, it's not very eye-catching, Ning Sui usually likes to lower his head and lower his eyes, and has loose hair as a shield, so he usually can't see it.

But now that he tilted his head like this and stretched his neckline, the faint ambiguity under the black hair was revealed in front of Zhou He's eyes.

Zhou He tilted his head slightly to look at it, the smile in his eyes was shining brightly like a vast galaxy.

In fact, his eyes are really beautiful, the kind that no one can look away from.

But when those eyes looked at other people, there was just the right kind of gentleness, even a little bit of alienation.

Only when facing Ning Sui, did Zhou He look like stars in his eyes.

Whether Ning Sui looked at him or not, he was always watching him.

Ning Sui glanced sideways for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, and leaned against the window to look at Zhou He: "When will they arrive?"

Zhou He twirled his fingers and calculated: "It's here."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside.

It's not noisy, it's just very lively.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Ning Sui could distinguish dozens of people, old and young, male and female.

The dozen or so people in the lead were calm, but the young people behind were very lively.

They chattered about the forest with ice cones hanging down, analyzing how it was done, and some people kept complaining that this place was too cold. If there were no earth dragons, they might die on the spot. Can the first few people see the mysterious black flood dragon during this trip?

And all of them, without exception, have spiritual power running in their bodies.

Ning Sui hadn't felt so many profound masters for a long time. He leaned against the window, listening to the familiar accent outside, but his heart didn't fluctuate at all.

The two of them didn't move or make a sound, and they didn't intend to say hello to the group of people outside.

Zhou He was even slowly using his spiritual power to draw amulets in the air, Ning Sui watched blankly, not understanding what he was going to do.

When the commotion outside gradually disappeared, Zhou He said: "I just sent a message to Yu Xuanyin, I have to go to him in advance. Do you want to go together?"

Ning Sui said calmly: "Go and chop his bones?"

Zhou He didn't care about Ning Sui's hostility towards his old friend, he just nodded with a smile: "Yeah."

Ning Sui didn't speak again.

His hatred for monsters is not engraved in his bones, but emanates from his bone marrow and blood.

It was an emotion that was inherently in his body.

Even he had thought many times that if that day that big monster hadn't come to seek revenge.

If his biological mother hadn't been seriously injured that day, his grandfather's family hadn't fallen into the hands of the big demon.

If his father had arrived earlier on that day, if he hadn't been in his mother's womb on that day——

Wouldn't that be the case nowadays.

He will still be a natural mystic master, but he won't be the catastrophe who has all the loathing, hatred and indifference in his blood.

Zhou He is very aware of all his emotions.

So when he was learning skills in Wugui Mountain, Zhou He just looked at him and asked him, "When is the time to repay the injustice".

Ning Sui remembered that he didn't say anything at that time, and Zhou He didn't mention it again later, and he didn't object to his behavior.

He thought that the relationship between him and Zhou He would end there, and when he went down the mountain, after his catastrophe, Zhou He might still remember that there was such an extreme apprentice, but he just casually mentioned it with a smile.

But Zhou He hugged him amidst countless thunderstorms.

It was precisely because Zhou He knew that Ning Sui didn't want to restrain Zhou He.

Because Ning Sui knew that Zhou He had been making concessions for him.

He manipulated all his emotions and problems, and patiently dealt with every problem he had.

As long as Ning Sui showed a little evasion and sharpness, Zhou He would continue to retreat.

Ning Sui has never been a person with a sense of security.

His sense of security has always been given by himself.

He is strong, so he is safe.

He has no emotions, so he doesn't care about the eyes and comments of others.

But not now.

He will care about Zhou He.

So even though they have made it to the last step, sometimes when he sees Zhou He patiently keeping a distance he can accept from him, he can't help but think——

How much of Zhou He's feelings for him is love and how much is habitual connivance.

Ning Sui lowered his eyes: "I'm with you."

His tone was indifferent: "I let go of the bright candle, let alone him?"

At least Ning Sui had never heard of this black dragon doing anything evil.

Even among the rumors among the profound masters, most of them said that this black flood dragon was a descendant of the black dragon back then, and that it was about to transform into a dragon.

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, got up and picked up Ning Sui's suitcase on his back: "Then let's go."

He paused: "I have to walk there, the Yu family might be able to notice if I start the battle."

The Yu family of Taoism has been magicians for generations.

Now the head of the Yu family is the Prime Minister of the Ning Dynasty and one of the most powerful magicians in Taoism.

Zhou He's ability is indeed high, at least in a fight with Yu Xiang, he has the upper hand, but this does not mean that he can avoid Yu Xiang's perception.

Everyone is a magician who has reached a certain level. If this can be easily avoided, it will really be a bit contemptuous.

Yu is in the same realm as Ningsui, and even surpasses Ningsui in some aspects.

Ning Sui could feel the movement of the heaven and earth's spiritual veins when Zhou He raised his hexagrams, let alone Yu Xiang?

Therefore, Ning Sui had no objection, but just got up and walked outside.

The basis of the design of Ninghui Posthouse is a maze, which is not a problem for Zhou He.

It's just that they didn't hear anyone passing by, and when they got to the front hall, they found that dozens of people from the Xuanshi of the capital were all there.

Ning Sui didn't mean to say hello, but helplessly, there were still some young hospitable boys there. Perhaps the shopkeeper had told them about the two of them, so when Ning Sui and Zhou He showed up, they heard a man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He shouted: "Are you the two profound masters?"

According to Ning Sui's personality, he could just leave without giving a glance, but Zhou He couldn't.

Zhou He paused, nodded at them and smiled warmly: "Yes."

Those leaders also looked over, and their eyes paused slightly when they touched Heqing on Zhou He's body.

Who in the world does not know that the Taoist leader of No Return is dressed in pine green and black gold, and his crane remains unchanged all year round.

Now it's not that no one imitates him, but it just happens to appear in the place where the rumored Taoist priest of no return died...

It is inevitable that they will be more probing and suspicious.

Zhou He seemed not to see it, and reached out to Ning Sui, who was standing behind him, "You don't know this place, so don't get lost."

Ning Sui didn't say anything, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Widow Chen who was covering his mouth in the crowd and looking at them excitedly.

It looked like he recognized them.

But it's rare for a silly boy to be smart, and he didn't come up to recognize his relatives.

Ning Sui looked down at Zhou He's hand, and only reached out to pat his palm, but didn't hold it.

Zhou He was a little disappointed: "Okay."

Ning Ning obviously only blushed when she was on the bed, but her skin was somehow thin.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be acting like no one else was there, the middle-aged man who stood closer to the front couldn't help but ask, "I wonder what the two of you are doing?"

"Come and play." Zhou He turned his head back to him: "Shouldn't watching the fun violate the laws of the Ning Dynasty?"

The middle-aged man's attitude was not bad, he nodded with a smile, but he was a little uncertain in his heart.

They were somewhat confused about the relationship and identity of Ning Sui and Zhou He.

At first glance, Zhou He looked like the one who hit the ground.

After all, Yanshi often has a servant around to help carry the suitcase.

But the dominant one is obviously Zhou He again.

So they felt that Zhou He was the Yan master, and Ning Sui Xu was the other mysterious master.

But Ning Sui and Zhou He didn't lift the thread just now.

The most important thing is that both Ning Sui and Zhou He are wearing masks, making them look mysterious.

The woman standing next to the middle-aged man took another look at Ning Sui.

She still remembered that their deceased prince, Ning Chao, was left-handed, but he used his right hand to wind the thread.

This is very rare among mysterious masters.

And the prince doesn't like to talk.

Both of them ignored their gaze and walked straight out.

They were guessing about Ning Sui and Zhou He, and Ning Sui also had a moment of doubt.

All these people were standing, including the few Patriarchs.

They came to look for the black flood dragon?

But is it necessary to send out such a team that is said to be strong and strong, but it is said to be weak but really has a lot of trouble?

and also……

Who are they waiting for?

Ning Sui walked side by side with Zhou He, and they crossed the moon gate in the front hall together, but when they stepped out of the moon gate, they saw two women wearing curtains head on.

The two girls walked one after the other. Although they were both wearing Taoist school uniforms, it was obvious that the one in front had a higher status.

Ning Sui didn't even raise his eyelids, but Zhou He nodded at the woman.

The woman seemed to glance at them, but she didn't seem to.

Ning Sui only felt his eyes pass by, and then he passed the woman, and left the posthouse with Zhou He.

What he didn't know was that the woman suddenly stopped and turned her head when she passed him.

The woman watched for a long time, but she didn't wait until the figures of Ning Sui and Zhou He appeared in her sight again.

Seeing her not moving for a long time, the person behind her lowered his head and called softly: "Princess?"

The woman turned around: "Nothing."

Her tone was cold, her voice was like the wind and snow in this extreme north, and it was icy: "It's just an illusion."

She walked straight inside, and when the talent appeared in the line of sight of the profound masters in the front hall, they all saluted: "Your Highness the Princess."

The woman didn't make a sound, she just raised her head and walked to the first seat step by step.

It was obviously just a wooden chair in a post house, but she forcibly sat on it with the aura of a dragon chair.

She folded her hands on her lap, even facing these prime ministers, ministers, and respected elders in Taoism, she was neither humble nor overbearing: "Have you seen the patriarch?"

Yu Xiang shook his head: "I did some calculations, but I couldn't catch it. Maybe someone is teasing us..."

"Ah."

The woman sneered: "I came here just to know how the patriarch came back from the dead. If someone is sincerely teasing..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the cold dregs mixed in her voice were enough to make everyone hang their heads in silence.

A few timid ones kept sweating.

Widow Chen quietly raised her eyes to look at her in the crowd. His Highness Xindao was exactly the same as Brother Ning in some respects, and they were indeed brothers and sisters.

Perhaps it was because of this that he, Brother Ning, cared about His Highness.

Ning Sui and Zhou He left the Ninghui Posthouse and headed north again.

Hantan has to go north for a while after leaving the ice city.

There is an enchantment and a maze around there, and ordinary people can't go there.

But it may be possible for monsters to set up a barrier, but not for a maze.

Therefore, Ning Sui didn't even need to guess, he knew that Zhou He helped arrange the maze in eighty-nine out of ten.

After the two walked out of the city for a while, Zhou He suddenly glanced at Ning Sui.

Ning Sui raised his drooping eyebrows and met his gaze.

Zhou He twisted his fingers: "Well, nothing happened."

It was just that he suddenly discovered who the person passing by them was.

But now he couldn't talk to Ning Sui.

He still had to find a way to lock her in the cold pool so that he wouldn't come out. If Ning Sui found out that she had come, it would be difficult to find an excuse.

"Xuan Yin loves gossip." Zhou He said slowly: "I haven't mentioned you to him, so he will definitely surround you and ask questions later."

Ning Sui didn't understand what he meant, so he heard Zhou He say, "If you get annoyed, just beat him up, don't worry about me."

Ning Sui said nothing.

Because they have arrived.

With Zhou He leading them, it took only a moment for them to pass through the barrier.

The purpose of entering was not the huge cold pool that Ning Sui had imagined, but they walked through the dead branches and leaves to the ice and snow.

There is a thin layer of snow on the bluestone path, and there is a plum forest beside it.

Red, yellow and white are mixed together, which has a special flavor.

Now that it's in, there's no need to hide it.

Both Ning Sui and Zhou He took off the masks on their faces and let themselves breathe.

Zhou He was just about to tell Ning Sui that Xuanyin had a snake demon here, who was Xuanyin's servant, but before he could say anything, he saw a blue-colored figure flying straight towards them.

Zhou He raised his foot, and half of his body hid Ning Sui.

I saw that the person who came was a man, dressed in a blue robe.

He was born feminine, but his golden vertical pupils added a bit of indifference and cruelty to this.

Ning Sui stood behind Zhou He and looked at him. He opened his spiritual eyes, but he couldn't see the black energy on his body.

He is stronger than him, he is the black flood dragon that has lived for an unknown number of years.

"No return, did you fucking do it on purpose?!"

Xuanyin said angrily: "I sensed him, why didn't you let me find him?!"

His voice was terrifyingly loud, almost roaring at the top of his throat.

Ning Sui frowned, always feeling that the petals of the plum forest could shake him down.

The most important thing is that in his impotent rage, Ning Sui keenly noticed something familiar.

Zhou He raised his eyebrows: "What are you going to do? Let him die again?"

Xuanyin immediately suppressed her temper: "...I can protect him now."

"You haven't even got your horn back yet," Zhou He hugged his chest, speaking softly and sincerely: "The maze outside was still set up by me, the entire northern land, the entire cold pool, all depended on me. The finished tortoise shell, you tell me you can do it?"

Provoked by him, Xuan Yin clenched his fists again. He looked at Zhou He with restrained anger in his eyes, and asked Ning Sui to pull his string silently.

"nothing."

Although he didn't notice Ning Sui's movements, Zhou He could guess it.

He turned around and smiled at Ning Sui with a relaxed tone: "He dare not fight me, and he can't beat me either."

Ning Sui didn't say a word, but Xuanyin could only let go of his hand after all, his eyes fell on Ning Sui: "Are you the person he has been talking about for more than 200 years?"

Zhou He seemed to have paused for a moment, and the gentleness in his brows and eyes was somewhat dull: "Have you ever entered my house?"

Xuanyin said: "...I don't have such a fucking habit! You warned me when you left! I never asked Xiaoyi to clean that room for you!"

He glanced at Ning Sui again, causing Zhou He to take another step to the side calmly, completely hiding Ning Sui behind him: "Look at you, I'm fucking..."

Xuanyin got angry: "When you were here with me, you were exactly like the kid behind you, okay?! I could tell it at a glance! You almost turned yourself into him at that time!"

God knows what it was like when Zhou Heren was colder than his cold pool.

Ning Suijing looked at them silently. He didn't feel much about what Xuanyin said. He could feel Zhou He's feelings for him, and he was indifferent enough. If he hadn't noticed it himself , no matter how much others say, he remains indifferent.

He was silent just thinking——

What is there in Zhou He's room that people can know him when they see it?

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Sister, you passed by your brother qwq

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