What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

How is it?

"know."

Rong Yan's voice became hoarse, and the words he said scattered a cloud of mist in the ice room.

Yue Zhezhi's eyes are bent into crescents.

The wind and snow outside the ice room were even stronger, and the cold wind roared and rolled into the ice room, however, it melted where Rong Yan was standing.

Rong Yan stepped on the icy ground and walked towards Yue Zhezhi, he walked extremely slowly, every step seemed to be wondering if this was a hallucination, finally, he walked in front of Yue Zhezhi, and bent over to support Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi clasped his hand, stood up following the strength offered, and was about to step out of the ice coffin.

Suddenly being hugged tightly by Rong Yan.

The young man has a broad chest, perhaps because he has been in the garden planted with winter plums for a long time, and there is an imperceptible plum fragrance wrapped in the clear and cold rosin.

Yue Zhezhi blinked.

The ice on the eyelashes had already melted, and Yue Zhezhi buried her head in the opponent's shoulder and neck.

The air-conditioning was no better than the temperature inside the ice coffin, even if it was buried inside, Yue Zhezhi would not feel the coldness. He got closer and even felt some warmth.

Yue Zhezhi moved his hands in the warmth, pressed his hands between his chests, and could feel the strong heartbeat of the other party.The heartbeat was rapid, and the sound was faster than the sound, as if it was about to jump out of the chest in the next moment.

"Rong Yan, your heart beats so fast." Yue Zhezhi whispered.

Rong Yan didn't speak, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and his arms tightened.

The strength only tightened for a moment, and then relaxed.

"Yue Zhezhi." Rong Yan lowered his head, and called out to Yue Zhezhi's ear, his voice was very low and soft.

Yue Zhezhi rubbed Rong Yan's neck, "Yes."

22 years is very short for Yue Zhezhi, so short that it is the difference between today and tomorrow - he fell into a deep sleep, unable to feel the passage of time and darkness and loneliness.

But Rong Yan was different, he actually lived every day for 22 years.

Yue Zhezhi could feel his discomfort.

"Broken branches." Rong Yan shouted again.

Yue Zhezhi: "I am here."

Only then did Rong Yan confirm that it was not a hallucination, he let go of Yue Zhezhi, took out a silver hooded cloak from the Qiankun bag, wrapped it tightly around Yue Zhezhi's body, then bent over, and put one arm through Yue Zhezhi's knee , hold the moon and broken branches horizontally.

Yue Zhezhi felt exhausted, he leaned on Rong Yan's shoulder, his thin white arm slipped out of his sleeve, and wrapped around Rong Yan's neck.

The ice room was only twenty steps away from the outside world, but it was unknown whether the hooded cloak was too warm, or Rong Yan's embrace was too warm, Yue Zhezhi felt drowsy.

Wei Jieyun was waiting outside, saw Rong Yan walking out with Yue Zhezhi in his arms, and looked towards Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi was wrapped in a silver hooded cloak, his sleepy eyelids were drooping, his palm-sized face was bloodless, almost completely buried in the furry fox fur on the brim of the hood.

A few strands of soft black hair fell from the hat.

Wei Jieyun raised his hand and pushed his black hair back into his cap, looked at Rong Yan, and said, "Do you remember what I said earlier?"

Rong Yan said: "Remember, I will supervise him to take medicine."

"You can't exercise vigorously before recovering from the illness, including double cultivation." Wei Jieyun added.

Rong Yan said: "Thank you, Uncle Wei, for reminding me."

"good."

Wei Jieyun nodded slightly, turned and left, he hurried back to report the good news to Cheng Wenyun and others, and by the way reported to the Suzerain, he removed the monument of Yuezhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi didn't know when he fell asleep, he only remembered hearing Rong Yan and Uncle Wei talking before going to sleep, and opened his eyes bewilderedly.

total darkness.

Yue Zhezhi's sleepy head became clear in an instant, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he sat up abruptly.

"Rong Yan!"

In the elegant room, the ever-burning lights were on.

The light is like a rosy glow, fainting from the east-facing casement, slowly washing away the darkness of the entire room.

"what happened?"

The cold wind whimpered, Rong Yan pushed the door in with a lotus jade tray.

On the lotus jade tray, the jet-black medicinal liquid ripples lightly in the jade-colored medicine bowl, the exquisite gold-painted medicine spoon shimmers, and a few candied fruit are hung on the small dish with crystal sugar threads.

Rong Yan walked to the side of the bed, gently placed the tray on the bedside table, and bent over to feel the pulse of Yue Zhezhi.

"But where is it uncomfortable?"

It wasn't that Yue Zhezhi was uncomfortable, he just mistakenly thought that he was back inside the fairy device.

Yue Zhezhi calmed down, he looked around and found that this place was Rong Yan's room in Rong's house.

He looked down at himself again, apparently someone had washed him and changed into a clean undershirt.

Seeing everything clearly, Yue Zhezhi suddenly felt that it was embarrassing to panic just now.

He glanced at the medicine bowl on the tray from the corner of his eye, withdrew his weak left hand from Rong Yan's finger, and buried his face in the quilt.

"What did you bring? I don't want medicine."

The warm skin slid across the fingertips, and Rong Yan bent his fingers towards the palm.

He sat by the bed, took the medicine bowl, and stirred it with a medicine spoon.

"Uncle Master said, your body has been placed in the ice room for many years, and your soul was pulled back to your body just after it was repaired. The Yin and cold entered your body, so you need to take medicine for dispelling Yin and cold for five months. If it is useless after taking it for five months, then Change the prescription."

"Ah—" Yue Zhezhi looked up blankly.

"Drink it yourself or I'll feed you." The temperature of the cold-dispelling medicinal liquid had dropped to the suitable temperature, Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi looked at the black liquid medicine and felt bitter. When he detoxified, he drank the medicine and was afraid.

Wrapped in the quilt, he retreated to the corner.

Yue Zhezhi leaned against the wall, "Can you stop drinking, and change the way."

"No."

Yue Zhezhi puffed up his cheeks, his eyes rolled around and fell on Rong Yan, "Why did you change your clothes?"

Rong Yan no longer wore the black and white robe, which was unusually correct, he changed back to the flowing white robe, his white hair was tied up with a silver crown, and a few strands of hair were scattered on the side of his forehead.

Rong Yan paused when he stirred the liquid medicine.

"Don't change the subject, drink the medicine, I'll feed you."

"Don't change it, it looks pretty good." Yue Zhezhi crossed her legs and propped her chin.

"You always stare at white and wear it on weekdays. It would be nice to try other colors. I remember when you hunted down demons, you gave me a light blue cassock and said you didn't wear it—why didn't you wear it? You just like white so much I've never seen you in any other shades of clothing, except for the black and white cassock just now."

Rong Yan was silent for a long time, and asked, "You don't like white?"

"like."

There was an invisible smile in Rong Yan's eyes, he quickly restrained his smile, and said: "That's the end of the topic, come and drink the medicine."

Rong Yan didn't only wear white at the beginning, but when he saw Yue Zhezhi for the first time, all his clothes were damaged except for the white clothes, so he only wore white.

Later, he became interested in Yue Zhezhi, and when he heard Yue Zhezhi said that he looked very handsome in white clothes, he only wore white, and he asked the embroiderer at home to rack her brains to make patterns on white.

According to his mother, the embroiderer at home secretly put him on the blacklist of the worst people to serve.

"Junior Brother, let's discuss for a while—" Yue Zhezhi said stubbornly.

"Moon broken branches."

Rong Yan's voice sank.

He was taller than Yue Zhezhi, stronger and more powerful than Yue Zhezhi, when he lowered his voice, it was sharp and cold, and the coercion almost enveloped Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi was timid, he rolled up the quilt and crawled out cowardly, frowning, "It's cold in the body? But I don't feel any discomfort, except tiredness."

While talking, Yue Zhezhi took the medicine bowl, took out the medicine spoon, and felt bored.

The boredom was so fast that Yue Zhezhi almost choked, he coughed twice, put the empty medicine bowl in Rong Yan's hand, pushed it out from under the quilt, and went to take the plate with candied fruit that he had been thinking about for a long time.

But the saucer disappeared.

Yue Zhezhi:?

Yue Zhezhi looked at Rong Yan, Rong Yan stood up, he put away the empty medicine bowl, and handed Yue Zhezhi a cup of warm water.

"Master uncle said, you can't eat candied fruit after drinking the medicine."

"You still bring it."

Yue Zhezhi's mouth was bitter and astringent, and there was an indescribable fishy smell, so he took Rong Yan's hand and lowered his head to drink warm water.

"Looking for honey to stop suffering."

Yue Zhezhi:?

Is there someone like you?

There are people like you!

Yue Zhezhi finished drinking the warm water, pushed the empty cup back to Rong Yan, then suddenly fell back on the bed, and got into the quilt.

"Ignore you, hurry up and go."

Rong Yan put the cup away and picked up the tray, "I have something to tell you—Master and the others heard that Uncle Wei said you were resurrected, after discussing it, we decided to come and see you together tomorrow."

Yue Zhezhi poked his head out, "Master, how have they been all these years?"

"It's all good. Master is the same as before. Li Hufa traveled everywhere, and the medical spirit stayed by the master's side. According to the master, he planned to let the medical spirit cultivate people with medical talents. You also know that Uncle Wei I’m too busy, and I really don’t have the energy to train people.”

"As for the ninth-level demon tiger, it is also by the master's side. The master said that there is a lack of a spirit beast in the sect."

"Ling Talang visited your body a few days ago, and his spirit is very decadent. He is blaming himself for telling you the truth."

"I didn't blame him, and others didn't blame him, but he couldn't get out by himself. Now that you are back, he will probably be able to get out soon."

"In addition, your friends all came to see you off after you died. I sent them a message about your resurrection. They said they would come to see you together when they are free."

After listening quietly, Yue Zhezhi asked again: "What about you?"

In the dark and cold night, the sound of light snow falling on the leaves is dense.

Rong Yan was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "That's fine. You have a good rest, I'm leaving first, call me if you need something." After Rong Yan finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

He had just taken two steps when the corner of his clothes got caught.

When Rong Yan turned his head, Yue Zhezhi grabbed the corner of his clothes with thin white fingers.

"I miss you."

Rong Yan didn't want to.

He missed it day and night, and thought of being dazed, but he was very calm on the surface, burying all the pain in his heart.

Some things don't need to be spoken to others, others don't understand, and they won't understand.

Yue Zhezhi raised her head, her black hair fell on the quilt, making her complexion extremely pale, "If you have nothing to do tonight, don't leave, stay with me."

Rong Yan ordered people to take away the medicine bowl, and took Yue Zhezhi's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Rong Yan knew that Yue Zhezhi's request for company was not because he wanted him to accompany him, but because he wanted to accompany him.

——Yue Zhezhi sees that he is still uneasy, afraid that everything is a mirror image and disappears in an instant.

Light snow falls quietly, hitting the back of the eaves, the rockery and the long pavilion

In the room, only one ever-burning lamp was lit, and the faint light slanted from the left wall, creating two intimate silhouettes on the bed curtain.

Rong Yan leaned sideways and hugged Yue Zhezhi loosely. Yue Zhezhi drank the medicine, maybe the medicine had some effect, and he was not tired yet, so he asked carefully what he had been doing for the past 22 years.

"After flipping through books and jade slips, and then walking through the world of cultivating immortals and the family of weapon refiners, it doesn't matter in the end."

Rong Yan answered concisely.

Yue Zhezhi raised his head to look at him, Rong Yan's back was against the light, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see the smooth lines of his face.

"Why doesn't it matter."

"When you come back, it doesn't matter anymore."

"I thought you would blame me for making claims and committing suicide."

"I wanted to blame you at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I am the same. How can I blame you. Besides, respecting your choice is probably for your own good."

Rong Yan spoke eloquently.

After Yue Zhezhi left, he finally understood that it wasn't what he thought was good.

Yue Zhezhi heard this, and slipped into Rong Yan's arms.

Probably because of the coldness entering his body, he suddenly felt cold.

Yue Zhezhi just said a few minutes ago that there is nothing uncomfortable about the coldness entering the body, except for being tired, this will naturally not slap her in the face and call it cold.

He silently burrowed into Rong Yan's arms, Rong Yan's body temperature was high, suitable for warming up.

Rong Yan seemed to see through his mind and let him do it.

Yue Zhezhi completely put himself into Rong Yan's arms, and put his feet between Rong Yan's calves, only to feel warm. He found a comfortable angle, raised his face, and kissed Rong Yan's Adam's apple.

"When I get better, I want to become a Taoist partner with you."

Rong Yan's Adam's apple slipped, he tightened his arms around Yue Zhezhi's waist, and put his chin on the top of Yue Zhezhi's head, "Okay."

Yue Zhezhi then hugged him in his arms, he was a little tired, his whole body couldn't lift his strength, and his speech was limp.

"Why don't you kiss me."

"I'm afraid I can't bear it."

"Can't bear what?"

Yue Zhezhi was groggy, too tired to hear Rong Yan's explanation clearly.He lowered his head, subconsciously rubbed his face against Rong Yan's heart, couldn't speak clearly, and said to himself:

"After becoming a Taoist partner, I will tell you two secrets."

"Can't you say it now?"

Yue Zhezhi had fallen asleep.

Rong Yan raised his hand to check his breathing, it was steady, and then checked his pulse, it was weak but steady.

Rong Yan withdrew his hand and felt relieved, he hugged Yue Zhezhi tightly, his thin lips touched the top of Xia Yue Zhezhi's head, his black hair was soft and exuded a faint fragrance.

Rong Yan closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

The softness and light fragrance in his arms greatly relieved Rong Yan's tense mind for 22 years.

He wanted to close his eyes and rest, but fell asleep unknowingly.

When I woke up again, the snow had stopped and it was dawn.

Rong Yan didn't like things getting out of control, he suppressed his worries, and still went to explore the moon and broken branches uneasy, breathing steadily.

Take your pulse again.

steady pulse—

"Doctor Rong, what did you see?" There was a joking sound, and Yue Zhezhi suddenly opened his eyes.

Rong Yan: ""

Rong Yan withdrew his hand calmly, Yue Zhezhi followed his wrist, grabbed his hand, and approached Rong Yan.

too close.

Rong Yan clearly saw his own reflection in Yue Zhezhi's pupils.

"Doctor Rong, why don't you speak, but your medical skills are not good."

Yue Zhezhi let go of Rong Yan's hand, and he stubbornly tapped Rong Yan's calloused palm.The slight itching and numbness spread from the palm to the center, Rong Yan clenched Yue Zhezhi's mischievous index finger, and sat up.

Snow-white hair slipped down on the bed along the jacket, Rong Yan stared at Yue Zhezhi, calm and upright, said: "It's getting late, Master and the others should be here."

Yue Zhezhi: "!"

Yue Zhezhi immediately retracted her fingers and looked towards the landscape screen.

The landscape screen divides the room into an inner room and an outer room, and the outer room is connected to the living room. On the landscape screen, you can see the movement outside the living room.

It snowed last night, and the outside of the living room was covered with snow, except for the figures of sparrows looking for food, there was no movement.

"You've learned badly, you lied to me! Rong Yan!"

Rong Yan had already got up, he put on his coat, went out and called for hot water, and ordered someone to heat up the medicine that had been warmed overnight, before he came back.

"Well, I've lost my studies - how do you feel today, can you get up?"

Yue Zhezhi supported his body to get out of bed, he was still weak, but he was much better than when he just woke up, after walking two steps, Yue Zhezhi felt tired, he sat back on the bed, his nose was sweating coldly.

"can."

Rong Yan frowned, "You don't have to force it."

"I know." Yue Zhezhi grabbed the coat he was wearing and shook it, "Where is my Qiankun bag, is it with you? Give me a suit of clothes, I want to sit up and wait for Master and the others."

Yue Zhezhi doesn't have the habit of meeting elders with disheveled hair.

"Not here."

Rong Yan took out a light blue cassock from the closet. The cassock was embroidered with incantations to keep warm, and it was matched with a dark blue hooded cloak. There was still a circle of fluffy white hair around the edge of the hood.

Yue Zhezhi slowly widened his eyes, he couldn't sit still, "Did you lose it? There's a lot of money in there, and all your net worth is in it."

Rong Yan held him down, and while dressing him, said: "Master should keep it for you temporarily."

Only then did Yue Zhezhi feel relieved, he touched the fluffy white hair on the hooded cloak that was placed on the bed, and obediently let Rong Yan dress him.

Clothes are clearly his size.

When Yue Zhezhi took Rong Yan to pick up the clothes, he glanced at the closet, there were many clothes of his size in the closet, all newly cut, elegant and light.

——It seems that Rong Yan was waiting for him to wake up a long time ago.

Rong Yan dressed Yue Zhezhi, pushed Yue Zhezhi in front of the mirror, carefully tied his black hair, and then used the jade hairpin to pull it up.

Yue Zhezhi liked that Rong Yan took care of everything for him, so he didn't have to worry about anything, he looked in the mirror, and looked at the hooded cloak on the bed.

"I'm still a little cold, can you put on the cloak first?"

"Wait."

Rong Yan took out his white socks, knelt down halfway, and held Yuezhezhi to trim his arches.

Yue Zhezhi burned the soles of his feet, he retracted, "I can—"

"What are the two secrets?" Rong Yan clenched the arch of his foot, his palm was soft.

Yue Zhezhi was taken away, he bent his eyes, "I'll tell you after I become a Taoist couple, you definitely can't think of it."

"Huh? Is it related to me?"

"Almost all."

As soon as Yue Zhezhi finished speaking, Rong Yan had already put on his shoes and socks.

Rong Yan stood up, cleaned his hands, took the hooded cloak and tied it on Yue Zhezhi, because Yue Zhezhi was afraid of the cold, he took out a prototype hollow warm jade and stuffed it in Yue Zhezhi's hand.

After confirming that Yuezhezhi was not cold, he raised his eyes and said slowly, "Since it's all related to me, I think I have the right to know in advance."

Yue Zhezhi's whole body slowly warmed up, he held the warm jade in his hands, the soles of his feet covered in shoes and socks still seemed to have the roughness of Rong Yan's grip.

"Sovereignty is in my hands."

The implication is that it is related to you, even if you have the right, you cannot know in advance.

Rong Yan raised his hand.

Yue Zhezhi quickly put on the hood, the wide hood and the surrounding fur almost completely covered his face.

"A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

Rong Yan arched his index finger and scratched the tip of his nose, "What have you been thinking about all day?"

Yue Zhezhi blinked.

"Young master, are you awake? Cheng Zunzhe and others have arrived at Rong's house. The master asked me to ask you, is it convenient now? It is convenient for them to come and see Fellow Daoist Yue."

A sound transmission talisman spread across the room.

Rong Yan replied, "Please come here."

After Rong Yan finished speaking, he took off the coat he was wearing, turned around and walked towards the wardrobe.

Yue Zhezhi followed Rong Yan with his eyes, but saw Rong Yan picking up a light blue cassock similar to his.

Yue Zhezhi supported him with one hand, and the snow-white fox fur pounced in front of his eyes.

"Don't you only like white?"

Rong Yan paused, changed into light blue cassock, tied up his hair with a silver crown, his eyelashes cast two black and blue shadows on his face, and said: "It's not just white now."

Yue Zhezhi looked up at him.

Rong Yan avoided his sight, and his voice was low and light, "How is it, does it look good?"