Dharma

Xia Jingge blinked, feeling a sore nose.He held back with all his strength, and said, "I won't be too moved if you say that."

Feng Fuling smiled.Said: "Go to sleep, don't you have a headache and nausea."

Only then did Xia Jingge smile slightly, gathered the quilt, and closed her eyes.If it weren't for the severe headache, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

However, in reality, Xia Jingge couldn't stand the pain, especially the internal headache, which was designed to torture people. ——At least not as durable as Feng Fuling thought.

Cultivators basically don't get sick—if they want to live a long life, or even become immortals, the basic standard is to be in good health.So in reality, Xia Jingge basically never suffered from illness.So as soon as his head hurt, he had to stop even though he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Not long after, Xia Jingge fell asleep without realizing it.He fell asleep, still on his side, a few feet away from Fengfuling, and he didn't move at all.

Feng Fuling stared at him in the dark, but couldn't fall asleep.

When Xia Jingge woke up the next day, Feng Fuling was no longer there. After one night, he didn't have a headache anymore, but his head was still a little heavy. Compared to last night, it was already much better.He felt that there was no serious problem, so he sat up, put on his outer clothes, and went out.

The outside is still generally dark, only the moonlight is not bright enough, the starlight is looming, and the orange light faintly shines from a distance.Xia Jingge plucked a branch and leaf in the flower bed beside her, and a few clusters of buds bloomed on the branch, their colors were distorted by the light and darkness.Xia Jingge thought, maybe the true color should be dark pink, maybe lavender, maybe both.It will never be pure pink.This is the color rendered by the light, not the daylight.

Speaking of sunlight, I have to complain about the slow movement of the God Realm. The sun is gone. At least I have to find a substitute to hang it in the sky. Even if it can’t produce spiritual energy like the previous sun, it’s a pure defective product, and it’s good to have light ah.It has been more than ten years, why the God Realm has not responded.There is no light, no aura, and in the next few decades, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see this kind of simple and authentic flower buds that can survive.

I heard that the plants in the Demon Realm look weird, and they don't have much beauty at all.

"Looking at the flowers?" Feng Fuling's voice came, Xia Jingge turned around, saw that he was holding the unsheathed sword in his hand, and responded, "It's a pity that I'm not sure what color it should be?"

Feng Fuling glanced at those buds: "Peach red."

"……"unwise.

"how?"

"No... just thinking that the God Realm hasn't brought back a new sun for so long, I can't distinguish the colors..." Xia Jingge suddenly stopped talking when he said this, and then he patted the branches and leaves casually. He and dew fell rustlingly, and smiled at Feng Fuling again, "Are you practicing sword?"

Feng Fuling shook his head: "Ah Rong said that this sword is only used by ordinary people, and he will give me a new sword in a while." Feng Fuling looked down at the sword he had used for more than ten years. He frowned knowingly.

Xia Jingge felt that his expression was a bit strange, so she asked, "Why, you don't want to change?"

"No." Feng Fuling shook his head, "It's nothing."

Although he suddenly returned to his calm and expressionless appearance, Xia Jingge knew that he was indeed troubled by something.However, Xia Jingge also knew that even if she asked again, she would not be able to ask anything.

When you get along with a person for a long time, you will know what he will tell you and what he will not tell you.What he didn't want to say, even if he asked it a hundred times, it probably wouldn't help.

Of course, Xia Jingge wouldn't really ask a hundred times.After all, it was a matter between Fu Ling and Xiang Rong, and he didn't care that much.

He thought, maybe Fu Ling didn't think it should be mentioned, maybe he didn't think it was necessary.

How normal is this, Xia Jingge himself also has a problem that he doesn't know how to talk to Feng Fuling.

He didn't know how to talk to him about the fact that his father might be the Demon Lord, he didn't know how to talk about the thought that just passed by just now, he didn't even know how to talk about it, he was about to enter the golden core stage, not only couldn't he feel happy at all , still worried.

He didn't know if Fu Ling's resistance to his magic energy absorption would drop further the moment he entered the golden core stage, and if they would not even have the chance to talk face to face like this.

He didn't want to hurt Fu Ling like this at all.

Even if Fu Ling didn't care about it, it took 12 years of cultivation and he had already given most of it to himself.

Xia Jingge cared.

He even had a vague and unspeakable uneasiness. Fu Ling didn't care now, but would he care in the future?

No matter who it is, one day they will care.At least except for Fu Ling, he had never met anyone who didn't care about cultivation.Even he himself is no exception, he values ​​cultivation.

Xia Jingge came to his senses when he heard the sound of drawing the sword back into its sheath.Seeing Feng Fuling looking up at him, he felt a twinge in his heart, and suddenly said in a strange way: "A while ago, brother told me that maybe I have met too few people, so I may not be able to figure out what liking is...Actually, you have met There are very few people here." Seeing Feng Fuling frowned again, showing dissatisfaction, Xia Jingge hesitated, but decided to finish the sentence, "I mean...there are only the two of us in these 12 years In the enchantment, you can only see each other every day, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Fuling had already grabbed his wrist—without any protection, Xia Jingge tried to break free, but the effect was obviously not ideal.He seemed to be using such close contact to show that he didn't care about these things, but Xia Jingge did.There was no way for him to allow himself to be in contact with Feng Fuling like this under such circumstances.

Either he was afraid that he would suddenly enter the golden core stage, or he was afraid that Fu Ling would fall out of the desire stage.The gap between them could not be widened any further.

"I've met many more people than you, so don't mention these again." Feng Fuling was obviously angry, gripping Singer Xia Jing's wrist hurts, and said very bluntly, "Your brother is a cultivator. How can I tell you this?"

"Senior brother, of course he wants me to think clearly..." Xia Jingge's momentum suddenly fell, and seeing Feng Fuling's face darken, he hurriedly said: "But I didn't listen to him. Although I haven't met many people, but ...I've always been the happiest when I'm with you, Fu Ling. I just..."

"Just what?"

"... I was just wondering, Fu Ling, if I drag you down so much, will you find it very hard, as long as you are my friend, you will always be one person who needs to repair two people..."

Feng Fuling didn't answer, stared at Xia Jingge for a long time, and then said: "Think for yourself." After speaking, he let go of Xia Jingge's wrist, turned around and left with his sleeves thrown.

Xia Jingge subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab him, but before she could, she retracted.Now I can't even pull it out, I'd better think about it for myself...

Xia Jingge watched Feng Fuling disappear into the distant lights before looking down at the pink buds.He thought peach red was not his true color, but it turned out to be true.

Xia Jingge looked at it in a daze for a long time, and then said something as if talking to himself: "Did I say something wrong?"

He really didn't understand.

To Fu Ling, he was clearly a burden.Who would not find it hard to be with a burden for ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years?When he was in the Jiuhua Sect before... it was just that his cultivation could not keep up with others, and it didn't slow down their cultivation speed, and few people cared about him and were willing to talk to him.

He used to understand that cultivation is very important.

"Huh?" Xia Jingge turned around when he heard the voice, and seeing that it was Xiang Rong, he also turned around to look at him, and Xiang Rong came forward, so he asked with a smile, "How are you?"

"It's much better." Xia Jingge also responded with a smile. Seeing that Xiang Rong's brows were quite happy, he had a vague guess in his heart, so he asked, "Come to see Fu Ling?"

"Yeah, I don't know where I went, so I came to ask you." Xiang Rong replied, and looked around again.

Xia Jingge asked with a smile, "But there is news from the eminent monk in the South China Sea?"

"Exactly." Xiang Rong raised his eyebrows, showing that he was a little surprised, but he was very happy after all, and said, "Fu Ling told you all? I went to ask the head of Lu Guangpai today, and he told me that The general location of Huihe, the eminent monk in the South China Sea, I want to set off as soon as possible to find out."

"I see. I will go with you." Xia Jingge said, "Where exactly is it?"

"Oh, it's on an island called Menglin, have you ever heard of it?"

Xia Jingge was taken aback for a moment, before replying: "I've heard of it, but I don't know where it is." Menglin Island, isn't it the place where Shensuan lives?He didn't know why he had a sudden shock in his heart, and he managed to cheer up and said to Xiang Rong, "I don't know where Fu Ling has gone, maybe I won't be back until a while later."

"Then I'll ask." It was obvious from a glance that Xiang Rong was an impatient person, after he finished speaking, he hurriedly made a separation with Xia Jingge, and then ran away again.Xia Jingge watched him run away, and sighed for a while.

It seemed that Fu Ling hadn't told him about the living beings yet, but this was like a fire that couldn't be wrapped in paper. One day he would know the truth, and he would be so sad then.

Xia Jingge raised his hand to support the other jade hairpins wrapped around his head.There is no trace of magic left on it.He thought that Fu Ling would know one day that he might be the son of the Demon Lord, and one day he could no longer pretend not to know.

The author has something to say:

After writing that the main character had a fever and headache, I also had a fever for two days, and another three days of headaches, and I was sweating every day, and I’m still fainting today... Kuai told me it was just a coincidence T^T

PS: Thank you Zhesha girl for mine! ! !