shut up, shameless old thief

When the people of Gujing practiced, five years was just a blink of an eye, and some mighty people could even stay in seclusion for hundreds of years.

From Bian Ling's point of view, in the past five years, except for his daily practice and exchanging ideas with the Nine-Tailed Fox, he spent the rest of his time in Ji Bingzhu's chatter. The strange state of not changing face amidst the noise of bombing.

After late autumn, snowflakes fell in pieces, covering the forest that had not yet shed its leaves with a layer of fine white light.

Suddenly there was a sound of small footsteps in the depths of the quiet woods, and then the sound got closer and closer, and a series of trembling rustling sounds suddenly came from the dry grass as high as a person, and the sound was densely connected into one piece, It's like an out-of-tune tune.

The sound stopped quickly before it could be heard for a while, and there was a dead silence around. Suddenly, a dark figure suddenly jumped out of the dense withered grass, and jumped vigorously onto the boulder beside him, and jumped up again, with a figure Before Fan Fei could see what his face looked like, he disappeared into the dense forest in an instant.

The fine and shattered snow that had finally accumulated on the tree was shaken down by the man's actions, and the ground was completely white. Soon, a huge claw slammed on the snow, smashing the dirt. Make a huge paw print.

A snow-white nine-tailed fox came out along the place where the man had just come, bared its teeth and stared at the direction the man was leaving with red eyes, and suddenly roared: "Bian! I'll kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"about you!"

"you!"

The echoes are endless.

Bian Ling flicked Xin Tinghou, and the blade condensed into a red light and penetrated into his body. This was the first time in five years that he escaped the pursuit of the servant Nine-Tailed Fox. Naturally, he was in a good mood and traveled leisurely Zai jumped from the tree all the way back to the yard.

At the beginning, when the little raccoon was serving as a trainer, Bian Ling was always teased by it like a cat catching a mouse, running away in circles throughout Luomo Mountain, and from time to time had to deal with other spirits that would suddenly appear. Beast, it is very embarrassing to attack from both sides.

In the past five years, he has been running away in embarrassment at the beginning, with minor injuries and frequent serious injuries. Now he can deal with the little raccoon and other spirit beasts in Luomo Mountain with ease, and his cultivation has improved a lot. levels are completely incomparable.

Although Ji Bingzhu looks stupid enough on the surface, he has a very high attainment in cultivation—it's just that he is too lazy to practice this way, which makes people headaches. He never practiced, even for Bian Ling. Asking him questions is just a few casual pointers very impatiently, the rest is left to Bian Ling to realize by himself, and the rest of the time is spent running around in Luomo Mountain looking for something to eat.

He couldn't eat it himself, so he had to give Bian Ling all the rare spiritual fruit herbs he found.

In five years, Bian Ling has also changed from a teenager to a mature man, and his previous indifferent and irritable temperament has also slowly settled down in these day-to-day tempering. At this time, he is like a The sharp blade in the sheath is hidden, but the hidden power and momentum are still compelling.

Bian Ling pushed open the door, went to the yard and put away the clothes and quilts that had been dried by the phoenix tree branches one by one, without looking back, he said, "You don't take the clothes in even when it's snowing?"

Ji Bingzhu alone has the ability to break the world, and can make countless people submit to him in the outside world, but here they live like ordinary people, Bian Ling also finds it a little funny when he thinks of this.

Ji Bingzhu's voice came from the swing beside him: "I...ahh...I'm so sleepy..."

Bian Ling shook off the snow from his clothes, put them back in the room, came out again and casually pulled Ji Bingzhu out of the swing chair, frowned and said: "Go to sleep in the room if you are sleepy, isn't it cold if you wear so thin? "

Ji Bingzhu's appearance has not changed at all compared to five years ago. He yawned, rubbed his eyes in confusion, and said vaguely: "Not cold, tired."

As he spoke, he threw himself forward, wrapped his arms around Bian Ling's waist, and muttered, "You carry me back."

Bian Ling thought, are you still a child?But over the years, he has also gained a deep understanding of Ji Bingzhu's lazy temper, and without saying anything, he directly scooped up his waist and carried him rudely on his shoulders, and returned to the room with a flick of his hand.

Ji Bingzhu originally wanted to let Bian Ling's child hug him, but he didn't expect this person to be so rude. His stomach got stuck on Bian Ling's shoulder, and he almost vomited him out.

He thumped on Bian Ling's shoulder twice, and said in distress: "Stop! Stop! Stop, put me down, and I will go by myself."

Bian Ling said lightly: "It's late."

He still didn't let him go down after saying that, he pushed open the door and went to the bed and threw him on the bed, looked at him condescendingly, and said with a half-smile, "Go to sleep."

No matter how much sleepiness Ji Bingzhu had, he was awakened at this moment. He gave Bian Ling a sad look, stared at Bian Ling, and suddenly let out a puzzled "Hey".

Bian Ling remained motionless and let him watch.

Ji Bingzhu jumped off the bed "Ouch", walked up to Bian Ling, and said, "Stand up straight."

Bian Ling was standing very straight at first, but he glanced at him speechlessly, and straightened his waist decoratively.

Ji Bingzhu looked up at him, and said with a look of shock: "What did you eat to grow? Why are you so tall?"

Bian Ling originally wanted to say, "You didn't feed it yet", but thinking about Ji Bingzhu's inability to eat, he had no choice but to say reservedly that it was okay, and just grow it casually.

Bian Ling was fed by Ji Bingzhu so that his height jumped up, and now he is almost taller than Ji Bingzhu by a head. Ji Bingzhu needs to tilt his head slightly to see Bian Ling's eyes. Compared with his age, he can be regarded as thin and weak.

Ji Bingzhu stretched his arms unhappily to pull Bian Ling's tall ponytail, and said dissatisfiedly: "Put down your hair, it must be because the hair bundle is too high that makes you look taller than me, I don't agree, I don't agree, hurry up Let it go."

He asked Bian Ling to untie his hair, pulled the hairband and tied himself a high ponytail, and tied it with a hair crown.

After Ji Bingzhu tied up his hair, he came out happily. After comparing, he was still much shorter than Bian Ling. He grabbed Bian Ling's shoulders, stepped on Bian Ling's instep with his bare feet, and raised his head to ask It is taller than the edge age.

Bian Ling leaned back and said helplessly, "What are you doing?"

Ji Bingzhu stepped on Bian Ling's instep, his face was tightly pressed against Bian Ling's side face, his eyes were taller than his staring eyes, his cool breath was all sprinkled on Bian Ling's neck, making Bian Ling blush uncontrollably ears.

Ji Bingzhu blinked his eyes, and his long eyelashes rubbed against Bian Ling's face. He asked curiously, "Why are you so tall?"

Bian Ling grabbed his waist and pushed back, saying: "Don't get so close—it's not that I'm too tall, but you are too..."

He didn't finish the word "short", but Ji Bingzhu heard his contempt, stomped on Bian Ling's feet angrily, and said angrily: "You are short, your whole family is short!"

Said "wow" and ran out.

Ji Bingzhu's temperament is innocent and almost stupid, and sometimes he is very good at pretending to be pitiful. Bian Ling has already understood his routine, and he doesn't try to coax him when he hears him crying and howling outside, and puts the quilt on the bed by himself.

Sure enough, Ji Bingzhu's crying became much quieter after a while. He sneaked back and ran back, holding the door frame and showing half of his face to look into the room.

Bian Ling ignored him, turned around after packing up his things, and said lightly, "Are you done crying?"

Ji Bingzhu opened his eyes wide, staring at him with "Are you a devil" eyes, and said quietly: "Are you tired of me? It's really like what is said in the playbook. It's not surprising that men like the new and dislike the old. That's how you are." man."

Bian Ling gave a faint "Oh", and asked casually, "Where did you read the script?"

Maybe Bian Ling's tone was too ordinary, Ji Bingzhu blurted out without any defense, "Just...the ones I hid in the rockery in the painting..."

Bian Ling: "Oh."

After Ji Bingzhu finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth and closed the door in a panic.

Bian Ling has been practicing outside for five years, so naturally he will not be hindered by his slow speed. Before Ji Bingzhu could react, his figure disappeared in place like smoke in an instant. Soon, inside the yard There was a sound of burning flames.

Ji Bingzhu looked back in a hurry, and saw that Bian Ling had gone to the painting in the yard to find all the little playbooks he had privately hidden at some time, and they were carelessly burning them with fire.

Ji Bingzhu let out a scream of "Wow", and rushed over in a hurry, this time he really cried and shouted: "Ah, no, don't, don't burn it! There is a book that I haven't seen the ending yet! Ah Ling!"

Ji Bingzhu's outrageous common sense is all learned from the unnutritious playbooks in the study, and sometimes he would hold the playbooks and read them without sleeping in the middle of the night. Ever since Bian Ling knew He found a time to dig out all those playbooks, and burned them one by one in front of Ji Bingzhu.

At that time, Ji Bingzhu cried and shouted, almost rolled on the ground, and was burned to death by Bian Ling in the end.

But I didn't expect that there were still a few fish that slipped through the net.

Ji Bingzhu looked at the drama book with a look of hopelessness and turned into a pile of ashes, with tears in the corners of his eyes, sobbing: "My ending... the ending... I still don't know who the murderer is? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh ..."

Bian Lingxin said you got it, and if you look at it, you will be useless. He stepped forward and wanted to pull Ji Bingzhu up, but he didn't expect Ji Bingzhu to be so powerful, shameless and frantic, he stared at Unwilling to get up, she cried and shook her head, "I don't, I don't, I want to end, I want to end!"

Bian Ling couldn't bear it anymore, bent down and hugged him horizontally, Ji Bingzhu immediately stopped howling, and stared at Bian Ling with wide eyes.

He murmured, "You...why...hug me like this?"

Such a posture was too ambiguous, and some descriptions in the playbooks that Ji Bingzhu read that he could not understand suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ji Bingzhu thought to himself: Could it be that... Ah Ling... treats me...

Bian Ling ruthlessly broke his fantasy, and said coldly: "It's very convenient to hug like this, and I can just throw you out if you keep barking."

Ji Bingzhu immediately covered his mouth, and desperately shook his head to express that he would stop howling, so you can hold me tight and don't let go.

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