"This is the rule, I'm just doing things for my master."

"Your master is Mrs. Meng Po?"

"I spilled the beans."

She is sincere.

Feng Wuli pondered for a while, then looked at Shengqing, who was still calm and calm, and then looked at the mysterious Naihe Bridge Master, who was wearing a mask and could not see his expression.

There was a river of bones underneath, and the moonlight shone on the three of them, so silently that he probably couldn't beat any of the two in front of him.

But this is his uncle's house, and when he comes back he is worried that the village will be affected by these extraordinary forces.

Feng Wuli advised: "Don't fight here."

"Okay." Naihe Bridge Master agreed.

The other party simply had to let Feng Wuli be surprised.

"How about we stop fighting?"

"Um."

Shengqing: "..."

Feng Wuli's tone was uncertain: "Really?"

The master of Naihe Bridge chuckled, the water level of the Skeleton River dropped, locust leaves emerged from the gaps between the skeletons, the stone tablets of the Forgotten River also dived under the dead bones, and all the partridges on the boat flew back to the partridge room.

"Sir, I still have to give you face."

"What face do I have?"

Feng Wuli asked, but the woman had already followed the wooden boat and dived under the dead bones. The river of bones disappeared like a retreat, leaving only locust leaves on the ground.

There is only one person and one ghost left in the mountain village.

Feng Wuli felt a little warm in his heart. He felt like his identity was not simple. The master of Naihe Bridge seemed to know him. Could it be that he was the reincarnation of some awesome person?

Will it affect the college entrance examination?

Feng Wuli looked at Shengqing: "Why did she come to arrest you?"

"Those who have failed to detain the Immortal Sect in the past and still keep their true spirits immortal will be extradited to the True Spirit River by the master of Naihe Bridge. This is the rule of Master Meng Po."

"Is the bridge master very strong?"

"If I stand in front of the Immortal Gate, I am no match for her."

"What now?"

"No."

"...So she is very strong?"

"No, it's just that I'm weak."

"..."

Feng Wuli yawned and was woken up again in the middle of the night.

"I'm so sleepy. I have to go back to sleep. How about you?"

Shengqing looked back and saw that it was indeed the old Orion's son who helped him just now. Now a ray of his true spirit has probably followed the Naihe Bridge Master back to the True Spirit River.

Shengqing turned around and bowed to the house.

Then I followed Feng Wuli back to the house at the head of the village. The moonlight illuminated the mountain road very clearly. Many locust leaves fell on the mountain road, and when I stepped on them, they made a soft sound like rubbing sand. The mountain village was quiet, except for the sound of the two people's footsteps.

He knew that the calamity of detaining the Immortal Sect was over, and he had become a strange thing stranded in the world like Wang Xilou.

In front of the Kuxian Gate, he made many fortune-tellings for himself.

To return to Huaiqing, he has to make a big noise, let many people know that he wants to seize the immortal gate, and finally attract many people to Huaiqing, so that he can survive the disaster safely.

If it weren't for his disciple, he would have been taken away by Master Naihe. If it weren't for the young man in pajamas in front of him, Master Naihe would not have retreated.

He made a calculation and wanted to calculate the young man in front of him.

He saw an old man whose whole body was on fire giving him the middle finger.

"..."

If you don’t believe in the evil, you’ll get another hexagram.

I saw a little girl who looked very similar to the owner of Naihe Bridge just now. She was five or six years old, studying in a bamboo forest, and her voice was loud.

Wipe it off and the hexagram will appear again.

I saw Wang Xilou in the past. He was sitting in the yard eating alone, but there were two bowls of rice on the table. He was sobbing on the table as he ate.

No, this person has interacted with too many immortals or immortal-level creatures, and it’s impossible to calculate clearly.

At this time, in the Partridge Room, all the martial arts masters were lying down, and from time to time, they would say something in their sleep, which was probably not a good dream.

I don't know when a red flower Lycoris sprouted at the door, swaying gently. It also has another name - the other side flower.

…

When I returned to the house, I saw the lights in the room were on. I opened the door and went in to find the little zombie sitting on the bedside, putting on his shoes. He had a coat on top of his pajamas and his hair was tied up and hanging in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Xilou blinked: "What are you going to do? Why are you running out in the middle of the night?"

Feng Wuli told her what had just happened. Although Wang Xilou failed to become an immortal, he did not become a true spirit, so he had not experienced this.

The two masters and apprentices really didn't want to understand. It was already two o'clock in the morning, thunder sounded outside, and the rain that had been suppressed for a long time gathered again, and started to rain.

Feng Wuli yawned and went to bed.

The lights in the room went out, and the little zombie took off his coat, sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks. The hard soles of his shoes made two soft sounds on the ground, and he lifted up a little quilt and lay down next to him.

They said good night to each other.

The autumn rain in the mountains outside was very cold, and the bed was not warm enough. Wang Xilou didn't need much sleep, and when he woke up, he couldn't sleep.

Until she heard the gentle breathing of the person next to her pillow, she quietly raised her head, turned over and looked at his face, propped up her arms and stared at him with her chin, she could only see an outline, but she was extremely satisfied and light.

Just looking at it makes me feel at ease, and I grin from time to time.

"Are you asleep?" she asked in a low voice.

Got no response.

The little zombie was a little disappointed, but just a little bit. It was impossible to wake him up to talk to him.

"I love you."

It was still a breathy sound, very quiet.

After a while, I came back to my senses when I heard a rooster crow outside the village. It was already dark outside the window, it must have been three o'clock.

She pushed her hair behind her ears, slowly lowered her face, put her soft, cool lips against his, closed her eyes, and just stayed together like this, using her softest part to touch him.

When he opened his eyes, he found a pair of eyes looking at him.

Wang Xilou: "..."

It’s so embarrassing for Master to be like this!

Feng Wuli immediately understood and closed his eyes again, pretending not to see anything, trying to awaken Wang Xilou's little spirit of being a teacher and not molesting his apprentice while he was sleeping.

As a result, the angry little zombie attacked him and even broke his teeth.

"...Don't give up on yourself."

"Let Master have enough!"

"IM so tired."

"..."

Suddenly he was reluctant to disturb his rest.

"Auntie's pickled duck eggs are delicious. You can learn how to make them tomorrow."

Her tone was calm: "Master deserves to cook for you for the rest of his life!"

"Your cooking is delicious."

Feng Wuli turned over and let the little zombie rest on his arm. He reached out and hugged him like a pillow, and a pair of soft and warm feet stepped on his broad instep.

"Why are you hugging Master? I'm going to hug you."

Feng Wuli remained silent. Anyway, she would definitely go to study tomorrow, and she would definitely do it immediately after returning home. She was more interested in it than she even mentioned it.

The two spoke softly and chatted, and soon, smelling each other's scent, they fell asleep together, and they didn't know if they were still hugging each other in the dream.

But looking at the corners of Wang Xilou's mouth raised when he was buried in someone else's chest, he must have been dreaming of his little apprentice.
Chapter completed!