shut up, shameless old thief

Ji Bingzhu has always been playful, and he couldn't stay longer after a few words with Bian Ling. He jumped up and drew a line in the middle of the open space with a wooden stick, waved to Bian Ling, and said loudly: "Ah! Ling, don't get close to this line, you can play anywhere else!"

He himself loves to play, so he thought that everyone in the world loves to play as much as he did, and Bian Ling didn't bother to refute his behavior of judging others by himself, so he nodded indifferently, indicating that he would definitely not go there.

Only then did Ji Bingzhu feel relieved. He took the wooden stick and ran under the peach tree again, and began to use the wooden stick to dig the soil bit by bit. He probably used a little spiritual power, and the wooden stick went to A poke there is a pit.

Bian Ling folded his hands and watched boredly. When Ji Bingzhu dug out a shallow hole in the entire peach tree, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Senior."

Ji Bingzhu raised his head, looked at Bian Ling pitifully, and said, "A Ling, I can't find my wine. I was buried here. No one knows about it except myself. Please help me find it together." Find it."

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows, and said helplessly, "Do you remember where you were buried?"

Ji Bingzhu took two steps to the side of the peach tree, circled around the peach tree many times in doubt, almost turned himself dizzy, and then said with a sad face: "I remember it was under this tree, I can't remember the exact location gone."

Bian Ling rubbed the center of his brows, picked up the small wooden stick that Ji Bingzhu had thrown aside, and started digging a hole beside the peach tree roots on his own.

Seeing Bian Ling's calm appearance, Ji Bingzhu immediately ran forward, pulled back his clothes, squatted beside Bian Ling and watched Bian Ling concentrate on finding him a drink. His eyes were full of anticipation, and said: "Is it here?"

In fact, Bian Ling himself was just digging blindly, but the pits he dug were generally relatively deep. If he followed Ji Bingzhu's method of digging halfway and then giving up looking for another place, even if he dug next year, he might not be able to find the wine buried. Where.

Bian Ling dug about an arm's depth, then frowned and said, "Not here."

He searched for another piece of soft ground, and before he had dug twice, Ji Bingzhu crawled over from the side on hands and feet again, and asked with bright eyes, "Is it here?"

Bian Ling held back his breath and didn't answer him, but he didn't speak, but it didn't prevent Ji Bingzhu from talking nonsense by himself.Bian Ling frowned while digging, and he kept asking beside him: "Is it here? Hey, Ling, can we make a bet? If it's here, I'll buy you a drink. If we're not here, we'll... oh, it seems like we won't be able to drink if we're not here, so forget it, don't bet, it's not fun."

The blue veins on Bian Ling's forehead twitched slightly, but he endured it and still didn't speak.

Ji Bingzhu: "Is it here? Is it here? I seem to remember that I was buried here."

Bian Ling frowned tightly, and after a while he said coldly: "Not here."

Ji Bingzhu let out an "oh" in disappointment, Bian Ling ignored him, and continued to search for a place to start digging, Ji Bingzhu crawled over after a while, looked at Bian Ling with great interest, and said, "Is it here? "

Bian Ling is indifferent, no one dares to provoke him when he puts on such an expression at Bian's house, but this Ji Bingzhu seems to be unable to read people's faces, and still keeps asking repeated questions.

With a slight "cracking" sound, the small wooden stick in Bian Ling's hand was broken by him abruptly. He looked at Ji Bingzhu expressionlessly, and thought to himself that he should come out of Luomo Mountain and be tortured to death by those demon cultivators. It's better to be annoyed to death here.

Ji Bingzhu saw that the small wooden stick was broken, and with an "oops", he got up again, threw another branch over to him, and handed it over with a smile on his face, saying: "Use this, this one is stronger."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling restrained the urge to press Ji Bingzhu's face into the hole next to him, and continued digging the hole without saying a word.

Bian Ling frowned and dug a hole, while Ji Bingzhu squatted aside and asked endlessly, "Is this here?" Bian Ling was so annoyed that he almost turned around and left.

I don't know how many places I dug. The small wooden stick in Bian Ling's hand seemed to have poked something hard. On the altar, there was a red piece of paper pasted on it. I don't know how many years have passed, but the words on it have long been blurred, and it can only be vaguely seen as the word "Ji".

Ji Bingzhu was already drowsy waiting on the sidelines. When he saw the wine jar being held out by Bian Ling, he immediately rushed over and let out a "wow" with excitement on his face. Hugging the earthen wine jar in his arms, he said: "Ah Ling, you are really amazing. I didn't find it after digging for so long, but you just did it in one go!"

Because of his rushing posture, the broken hair on his forehead was blown up by the wind, revealing the red mark between his brows, Bian Ling frowned, and after a while, as if he suddenly thought of something, his face suddenly became a little ugly.

Ji Bingzhu wiped all the dirt on the wine jar with his clean sleeves. He had just changed into clean clothes, but now they were wrinkled and dirty by him again. After humming a couple of tunes, she seemed very happy.

Bian Ling looked at the red marks on Ji Bingzhu's brows vaguely, and then tentatively said after a while: "Senior?"

Ji Bingzhu found his own wine, was happy, his eyes were bent, he glanced at Bian Ling, smiled and said: "What's the matter? Do you want to drink some wine? I made it myself, special delicious!"

Bian Ling waved his hand to show that he didn't want to drink. He thought for a while and said, "Senior, do you know that 'one leaf covers the sky'?"

Ji Bingzhu tilted his head, and said blankly: "One leaf covers the sky, oh, a city, it seems to be in Donglu, right? Next to Luyi City, what's the matter? By the way, Yiye's peach blossom wine is really unique, I haven't had a drink for a long time, when we can go out this back mountain, I'll take you to Yiye's first floor to drink."

Bian Ling's original intention was not to ask him this, he was born in Luyi City, just across the Lianjiang River from Yiye Biliantian, because the ancestors of the Bian family instructed not to leave the city before arriving, so Bian Ling had never been to Yiye before.

But when he was chased and killed from Luyi City and fled in a hurry, when he was hiding in a fishing boat and sneaked across the Lianjiang River to Xianfeng City, he once saw a city pattern covering the sky from a distance through the cracks in the cabin—that On the flag flying around on a leaf of the city wall, it is the pattern of Ji Bingzhu's red mark on the brow.

And that leaf covering the sky... is the place where demon cultivators gather. It is said that the lord of Yiye City, Wuzui Jun, is addicted to alcohol, cruel and bloodthirsty, and romantic. It's weird, no one dares to provoke him, whether it's a righteous person or other demon cultivators.

According to rumors, there is a red mark between Wuzui Jun's eyebrows that looks like a fine line of a leaf.

Ji Bingzhu couldn't wait for Bian Ling's answer, so he continued to wipe his wine jar on his own, muttering while wiping: "Next time I must make a mark, so as not to find the wine again, wine is my life." ah."

Bian Ling frowned even tighter, watching Ji Bingzhu's eyes change again and again.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know what Bian Ling was thinking. After wiping the wine jar, he stood up, picked up the umbrella on the side and carried it on his shoulder. His blue shirt had already been torn to pieces by him. He blinked Blinking, said: "A Ling, let's go home."

Bian Ling stared at the red mark between Ji Bingzhu's eyebrows, and after a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Wuzui Jun, the master of all demon cultivators, would look so stupid and naive, most of the demon cultivators in the world would probably be blind to regard him as master.

Bian Ling didn't know if he really figured it out, or he was just deceiving himself, he quickly put the matter behind him, walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Ji Bingzhu, and said softly: "Yes."

This outing gave Bian Ling a little different understanding of Ji Bingzhu. At least he no longer had the disrespect and disgust he had before. In addition, he has a nice voice, and Bian Ling was very calm along the way, and he didn't have the idea of ​​pushing Ji Bingzhu into the abyss like before.

The two returned to the small courtyard without incident. Ji Bingzhu put the wine jar back in his room, and put the tattered umbrella back on the small case on the long corridor.

Bian Ling said, "Why do you need an umbrella when you go out this time?"

Ji Bingzhu said "ah", he seemed to remember something very important again, looked at Bian Ling and said seriously: "I almost forgot, Ling, remember, if you want to go out to play, you must bring I went out with an umbrella."

Bian Ling: "Why?"

Ji Bingzhu looked at the phoenix tree with fallen leaves all over the yard, and said as a matter of course: "It's early winter now, and it will snow."

Bian Ling grew up in Luyi City, and there was a lot of snow in winter, but he was never told by an adult to go out with an umbrella. He frowned and said, "But..."

Ji Bingzhu took a few quick steps and grabbed Bian Ling's hand.

Ji Bingzhu's hand was soft and wet, like a piece of warm jade. When he stroked the back of Bian Ling's hand, Bian Ling shook instinctively, feeling a little uncomfortable all over, and the eyes that were staring at Ji Bingzhu were not conscious She glanced sideways, not daring to meet his eyes.

Ji Bingzhu didn't notice the strangeness of Bian Ling, looked at him seriously, and said: "No but! If you go out, you must bring an umbrella. No matter where you see snow, you must come home. You can't be in the snow. Stay outside for a stick of incense. Remember?"

This was the first time Ji Bingzhu spoke to Bian Ling so seriously, Bian Ling nodded in a daze.

Only then did Ji Bingzhu let go of his hand gently, stroked the hair on his forehead slightly, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, but when it snows in the back mountain, some bad things will appear. You are very uncomfortable outside. It’s easy to die, but it’s good if you are by my side, I’m so powerful, I can definitely protect you.”

Bian Ling has never seen anyone who is so shamelessly boasting about his strength, and he is a little uncomfortable with Ji Bingzhu's routine at the moment, but he doesn't want to refute and let Ji Bingzhu grab him and chatter, so he mumbled "Okay", Ji Bingzhu Then he laughed heartlessly.

He said: "I heard Luo Mo say, oh, Luo Mo is that enchantment. I heard him say that many people who come to the back mountain die when it snows. You are lucky this time. Come in in late autumn." If it is a few days later, I am afraid that I will end up in the same end as those people."

Bian Ling looked up in astonishment.

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