My practice with the fairy

Chapter 217 My brother Jing is almost done (seeking a monthly ticket)
Neither Jing Yue nor the eldest lady expected that the next door would be so extravagant.

So the two decided to practice meditation to isolate the voice.

All of a sudden, two people meditating cross-legged appeared in the room.

Jing Yue took advantage of this time to hurry up and practice. It would be best if he could find an opportunity to break through.

As the breathing progressed rhythmically, the surroundings suddenly became a lot quieter, and the sound of playing next door seemed to be far away.

If it was like a live broadcast before, but now it is more like a distant tide.

Jing Yue was cultivating as if forgetting his feelings, the icy and snowy jade pendant on his body had already been covered by his use, but at this moment he was still squeezing the charm.

At this moment, Jing Yue seemed to have returned to the underground cave and saw the statue of Patriarch Hanying.

No, the statue of Patriarch Hanying seemed to come alive, she looked at herself in the ice and snow.

As usual, Jing Yue quickly substituted into the statue, just like entering the body of the saint girl, eldest lady, and princess princess.

This time, he suddenly found that he saw more.

In the vast snow, it seems that there is only this white snow in the world, a vast expanse.

In a trance, there are some red dots floating in the white snow, like falling petals floating in the pool water.

He walked over and gradually saw that it was a plum blossom.

There is actually a large plum grove here, but it is only a little red because of the heavy snow.

These plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be unwilling to accept the heavy snow at all. The heavier it falls, the more they want to bury it. Instead, it blooms more colorfully and grows taller, like sparks.

Seeing the plum blossom unyielding to the heavy snow, the picture of the plum blossom rising a foot after the snow fell a foot, always reminded Jing Yue of the saying "the height of the road is one foot, and the height of the devil is ten feet".

The plum blossoms are just in full bloom, still speechless, but Jing Yue feels that they are guiding him to a certain place.

Jing Yue was immersed in the world of practice, while the eldest lady habitually put on two layers of winter clothes.

Practicing with Jing Yue has become her instinctive habit.

With Jing Yue sitting cross-legged in meditation as the center, frost quickly formed in the cabin, and the frost spread to cover the cabin.

Wisps of cold air permeated the wooden boards, so the shivering voices of the couple came from the next door.

"Don't do it, it's freezing."

"Why is it so cold, it's like an ice cellar."

So the sound of the husband and wife shivering under the quilt soon came from the next door.

"No, no, there won't be ghosts."

The man seemed to recall the rumors about haunted places.

The woman was so frightened that she hurriedly said, "It's all your fault!"

"The two of us are ignorant and disturbed you. Your boss has a lot."

As he spoke, his wife, who was shivering from the cold, kowtowed to the room.

The man didn't dare to neglect, and kowtowed.

He used to hear that it is easy to get dirty when doing this kind of thing on the boat, but he didn't take it seriously, but he believed it today.

At this time, Jing Yue was walking along the plum grove.

Walking and walking, the vast white snow was thrown behind all of a sudden, and the picture in front of him suddenly became clear.

He saw a mountain.

A beautiful iceberg.

The surface of this iceberg is like pieces of mirrors, very smooth, and the amazing thing is that there are plum trees growing on this iceberg without any soil.

The plum blossoms on the plum trees are in full bloom, and the shadows are just reflected on the smooth ice layer. It looks like they are growing in a lake in the sky, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

The iceberg, whose top could not be seen at a glance, blocked the way.

Faintly, Jing Yue felt that this was the pass for him to break through, as long as he crossed this mountain, he would be Brother Jing?

Jing Yue began to climb, the iceberg was not very steep, but Jing Yue felt difficult as soon as he stepped on it.

It was too slippery, and the climbing skills he was familiar with before seemed useless. He could only stick his whole body on the ice and slowly climb up step by step.

This ice layer is icy cold, even now that he is the Patriarch Han Ying, his skin is still sore from the cold.

Fortunately, this patriarch is a woman, and there are two large lumps of fat on her chest to resist. If he came in person, it would be really heartbreaking.

There are not many plum trees at the foot of the mountain, so Jing Yue's posture is more like swimming on an iceberg.

This posture is very tiring, and the chill of the ice layer can easily penetrate the body, Jing Yue soon gasped and felt more tired than Gojiro Yiye.

Just when he felt that he couldn't hold on, a plum tree growing on the ice attracted his attention.

It was about a foot in front of him, and the flowers were in full bloom.

Those flowers are like flames, illuminating Jing Yue's way forward, as if there is a little warmth.

He struggled to climb up, and finally held the trunk with his left hand.

The next moment, a strange warm current penetrated his body, alleviating his coldness.

At the same time, Jing Yue found the first foothold and got a chance to breathe.

But as the heat flowed into the body, the whole plum tree was also withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the flowers withered, the trunk shrank and dried, until it became a piece of wood.

This feeling is like Jing Yue has found a one-time blood recovery point.

Or more like the kind of fire passed, the fuelwood is exhausted, and it naturally turns to ashes.

At this time, the withered plum tree was finally overwhelmed and turned into ashes, and Jingyue, who had a short rest, continued to climb.

After climbing up to a dozen plum trees in a row, letting them burn out like firewood, Jing Yue finally came to the waist of the mountain. From here, he could vaguely see the peak reflecting the sunset light.

But at this time, his physical strength was almost at its limit. His weak right leg slipped and he fell down from the cliff.

"call!"

Jing Yue suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the eldest lady wrapped in two coats looking at him with concern.

"Aduan, are you alright?"

Jing Yue shook his head and said, "It's okay, what's the matter?"

The eldest lady pointed around and said, "If I can't wake you up again, I'm afraid you will freeze to death."

Only then did Jing Yue see that the entire cabin was covered in frost and snow, and even the signs of spreading to the next door could be seen.

The person that the eldest lady refers to is not her who is a monk, but the ordinary people next door.

At this time, there was only a bang, like the sound of a stiff ice lump falling to the ground.

Jing Yue and the eldest lady were stunned for a moment, and then came to their senses.

With a bang, the cabin door next door was pushed open, and Jing Yue saw the frosty faces of the couple wrapped in clothes just now.

The man fell from the bed to the ground, his whole body was stiff and did not get up, Jing Yue looked at it, his tears seemed to be frozen on his cheeks.

孽 孽!
Jing Yue quickly lit the wind lamp and stove to help the two of them get rid of the cold.

The couple who had been having a good time before regained their strength, crying about the tragic experience of almost freezing to death.

Jing Yue knew that all of this was caused by himself, but it really wasn't his fault.

After all, they don't mess around, and he doesn't want to divert his attention by practicing. If he doesn't practice to divert his attention, it won't cause the ice and snow to spread, and it won't freeze people if it doesn't cause the ice and snow to spread.

The most important thing is that the couple also said thank you to him, kneeling on the ground and accepting various goods to express their life-saving grace.

Looking at the dazzling array of products, Jing Yue couldn't refuse for a while.

Why does it feel like a lie.

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(End of this chapter)