Chapter 194: Kissing is also cold and arrogant

Near the Great Cold, the snow fell in Shengjing City.

At this time, there were more wine banquets in the city, and there were many invitations to Ding Yao, but Ding Yao, who usually liked to attend banquets, did not appear once, which seemed to make free wine and food lose its attraction, which was puzzling.

And Cao Jingsong had been a bit fearful these past few days, because the last few days of the month were exactly the days he received his monthly salary.

But the expected robbers did not appear, which made him feel suspicious while relieved, thinking to himself, could this wicked disciple have changed his profession?

However, the news brought by Ban Yangshu subsequently made Cao Jingsong suddenly realize.

He said that someone had seen a woman's figure in Ding Yao's courtyard.

That woman had no spiritual energy fluctuation around her, and should be a mortal, now living in Ding Yao's Zen room.

There were also some people who said they had heard a woman's voice in Ding Yao's courtyard, as pleasant as silver bells.

In other words, he was tied up by beauty.

And the facts were indeed as rumored. In the days of cat winter with the little Jianzhu of Lingjian Mountain, Ding Yao was a bit lazy to go out. He had played enough of drawing hopscotch with his hands, and drew animal cards for her, which is stick-beating tiger, chicken-eating worm.

"Tiger cards are not allowed to draw tails."

"?"

Ding Yao felt the vague sword energy, thinking to himself that I don't understand, but I respect it.

Yan Shuyi stepped on the cotton-padded mat with a pair of white and moist feet at this time, and only showed a satisfied expression when she saw that he didn't draw a tail.

"Want to make a bet?"

As soon as Ding Yao said this, he saw Yan Shuyi curl her white and tender feet behind her.

At this moment, the gentleman felt offended: "No betting on feet this time."

Yan Shuyi looked up at him in doubt, and suddenly found that he was staring at her red lips: "Oh, is it wanting to bet on life?"

"No, I think gambling is not good..."

At this moment, all the gentleness is derived from insufficient strength.

Ding Yao has currently stabilized his current realm, and if he doesn't take the initiative, his aura is restrained and deep.

And regarding the opportunity to merge with the Dao, it is still a fog at this moment. The only thing that can continue to be cultivated is the physique.

So after the card game ended, Ding Yao took out his cloak and hung it by the furnace, then picked up the cushion and prepared to return to his room to work hard, even if he couldn't beat her, he had to be able to carry it.

However, after pondering for a moment, he did not stay in the room, but returned to the hall.

After a while, the air waves around his body began to whistle and surge, the spiritual fire darting between the meridians slowly surged outward, accompanied by a burst of scorching air waves spreading in all directions.

The previous feeling was not wrong.

After several attempts, Ding Yao discovered that the sense of shackles felt before breaking through the realm had indeed weakened a lot with the improvement of the realm.

It was as if the invisible ring of imprisonment had moved backward a lot, leaving more room for moving forward.

That is to say, the cultivation method of body refinement in the process of cultivating the Dao is indeed not a side path.

High realms can be matched with stronger physical bodies to obtain stronger combat power, because the breakthrough of the realm does not only improve the spiritual sense and the amount of spiritual energy, but also improves the upper limit of physical strength...

Yan Shuyi was enjoying the snow outside the room at this time, her graceful figure standing in the flying snow, immortal and graceful, her eyelashes trembling, stretching out her slender white hands to catch the scattered snowflakes.

A beautiful face, matched with the temperament she had cultivated since she was a child, was a look of overturning the country and the city.

And with that wave of heat attacking from the room, the little Jianzhu looked sideways slightly, her pretty face had no expression, but there were quite a lot of pictures in her mind.

Most of these pictures were painting drafts brought by Zhuo Wanqiu after the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan Autumn Battle.

But painting is only a product of vision, how could it have the attraction of being on the scene at this time.

Yan Shuyi looked very tactfully, looking sideways, full of Jianzhu majesty, which could be said to be looking down from a high position, serious.

Ding Yao didn't look around much when he was hugging her and boiling tea around the furnace, thinking of this, her gaze became much more justified.

And in this process, the little Jianzhu suddenly understood why she liked being hugged by him so much.

Because after Ding Yao practiced body refinement, his constant body temperature had always been increasing, and he himself was like a furnace.

This strange man, did it on purpose...

There are east and west rooms in the Zen room, and each of them has one, but he insists on being in the hall every time he practices body refinement.

After the demon race and the human race traded, Yan Shuyi had seen many materials, knowing that in the era when the demon race had not yet faded its clan form before the true spirit opened, there was a very beautiful clan called Nanke.

When Nanke clansmen were courting, they would lift their tails up and spread them, revealing gorgeous feathers to gain the favor of females...

Yan Shuyi was thinking, when she suddenly saw a black cat jump onto the wall, tiptoeing forward, its slender tail swaying in the snow, and her expression instantly became cold and arrogant.

A strange man who attracts bees and butterflies...

After reading Gongshu Chou's masterpiece, she had some things she wanted to ask, but hadn't thought about how to ask, and didn't know if she should ask.

So she waved gently, a burst of wind energy instantly condensed, and then thousands of snowflakes flew toward her palm, were gathered into a snowball, and her eyes were full of eagerness to try.

After a long time, Ding Yao slowly opened his eyes and slowly restrained his aura.

Although the shackles were weakened, the sixteenth Dim Illumination would still not be achieved in one go as the first time. By his estimation, this time it would take about twenty times to achieve something.

Subsequently, the scorching heat around his body did not retreat, and he walked around in front of the little Jianzhu who was enjoying the snow with a gentleman's appearance.

Yan Shuyi knew he was doing it on purpose, and expressed indifference to the scorching heat on his body, unexpectedly her cheek was suddenly pinched, and her cold face quietly turned red.

But before her Jianzhu temper could flare up, she suddenly felt a burst of warmth on her body.

When she came back to her senses, Ding Yao had already draped his scholar's cloak over her, tied the two ribbons on her chest, and brushed off the broken snow from her hair.

Cultivators can use spiritual energy to resist the cold, but the little Jianzhu didn't see much snow, and didn't operate spiritual energy at all, as if she wanted to be closer to this winter's snow.

At this time, Yan Shuyi turned her head to look at the Zen room, looking at the place where the cloak was hanging.

She saw Ding Yao take out the cloak, but at that time she didn't understand why Ding Yao had to hang the cloak by the furnace, until this moment, her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.

At this time, Ding Yao turned his head to look at the foot of the wall, the place where the scattered firewood was piled up.

Zizai, Jixiang, Changsheng, Buchan, Wuyu, the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan has five great halls, and he was pondering which hall would happen to have unused beams.

"I think body refinement is not a side path."

"Do you want to challenge the consensus of the Qingyun world with your own understanding?"

"No, I just think some things should be thought about in a different direction. Will body refinement limiting the resonance between heaven and man not be because the physical body's restriction on the spiritual sense is too great, but because the Heavenly Dao is too weak?"

In the evening after enjoying the snow, Ding Yao made the furnace more prosperous, picked up the teacup and fed a sip to Yan Shuyi who had just returned from outside the door.

It was his own cup, but Yan Shuyi didn't seem to mind.

In fact, the two had been eating and living together these few days, and the cups had been used wrong several times.

Even when eating, things that Ding Yao had bitten but hadn't finished eating would sometimes be inexplicably eliminated in the little Jianzhu's mouth.

At this time, Yan Shuyi sat in front of him, took off the boots on her feet, then raised her arms slightly, and felt a scorching chest stick over.

"What does it mean that the Heavenly Dao is too weak?"

Ding Yao pondered for a long time: "Do you know wifi? It's a kind of wave, similar to a communication jade platform, high-quality communication jade platforms have good quality, can transmit messages from the Snow Region to the Nine Provinces, but low-quality ones can only be used between states and counties."

Yan Shuyi turned her head to look at him: "You mean the wave emitted by the Heavenly Dao is so weak that it cannot be sensed if it is slightly covered?"

"Yes, it shouldn't be so weak, but it is indeed very weak, so its weakness led to the human race having to change the cultivation method, abandoning body refinement, to ensure the continuation of the resonance between heaven and man, which also fits the saying that the human race's luck is lost."

"But the Qingyun world doesn't have this history."

The Lingjian Mountain little Jianzhu, as the next head of the immortal sect, has access to far more secrets than an ordinary inner courtyard disciple like Ding Yao.

And even those of her status don't know, then it is highly likely that there is none.

Ding Yao looked at her falling into thought and said: "After the Great War of the Primordial Era, the Heavenly Dao luck abandoned the demon race with powerful physical bodies and chose the weak human race. In my view, it may not be a destined choice, but more like a helpless compromise."

"Do you think the demon race is better than the human race?"

"The fact is just like this, the demon race and the barbarian race are not comparable to my human race, whether it is talent or physical body, this is my personal experience after visiting the Snow Region."

"Then the tail is also good? It is really a personal experience."

Ding Yao was slightly stunned, thinking to himself how it was the tail again.

Yan Shuyi couldn't help but say: "I also listened to Gongshu Chou by the way, I had already forgotten it, it was you who suddenly mentioned the demon race just now that I remembered Ding Young Master's fragrant past about the tail in the Snow Region."

Ding Yao lowered his head, finding that the little Jianzhu was looking at him with a cold and arrogant face, and was still holding a fire hook in her hand.

At this moment, some things gradually became clear in the depths of his brain.

For example, the arrow-piercing-heart masterpiece he received after returning from the Snow Region, and the fact that he didn't reply to the letter later.

And the fact that he bought charcoal in the city a few days ago, and after feeding a stray cat, he was given a white eye for half a day, and then the fact that he didn't let him draw a tail when drawing tiger cards today, it turned out to be because he knew about the Snow Region.

This is not "already forgotten", this is remembering it since he returned from the Snow Region.

This is what Gongshu Chou said? But fortunately, he didn't know much, only that two people went to the street to see the tail.

Ding Yao opened his mouth at this time: "I have a friend who is very curious about the demon race, and asked me to inquire whether demon women have tails when I go to the demon race."

"So you went to see the demon princess's?"

"?"

"Just when everyone was puzzled, a beautiful figure appeared in front of the door, exquisite and beautiful, graceful... May I ask the princess, do demon women have round buttocks and tails? Brother Ding, want to see? The demon princess lifted her skirt, revealing a beautiful tail, and flicked it toward Ding Yao."

Ding Yao was stunned for a moment: "What kind of dirty thing is this?"

Little Jianzhu was quietly hugged by him, the fire hook was burned red, and her beautiful eyes were full of innocence: "Snow Region Travel Notes written by Gongshu Chou."

Hearing this, Ji You suddenly remembered Gongshu Chou writing furiously in the Ji stronghold that night.

It turned out not to be a love letter at all, it was writing a book of life and death for him.

He didn't know that there were two detectives sitting in the carriage on the return journey that day, so he was very puzzled at this moment, how could Gongshu Chou know that he had seen Fengyang's tail.

"Where was he at that time?"

"Where was what?"

"Gongshu Chou."

Yan Shuyi blinked: "How would I know where he was?"

Ding Yao raised his mouth upon hearing this: "He was healing his wounds at that time, and I was also healing my wounds, but he wrote as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and could describe the shape of the tail. Wouldn't the demon princess have shown it to both of us? Jianzhu, how much credibility do you think this can have."

Little Jianzhu raised her beautiful eyes: "You mean he wrote it blindly?"

"Of course, none of the people who write books are good things."

"But there is an old saying in Qingyun that there is no wind without waves. Gongshu Chou is a cultivator after all, with ears and eyes reaching, even if it is not seen with his own eyes, I think it is not all fabricated, and he absolutely dare not lie to me."

Ding Yao looked at Yan Shuyi, suddenly realizing that the little Jianzhu was really tasting vinegar all the time.

But looking at her serious appearance at this moment, he suddenly felt that letting her taste vinegar was not bad.

This arrogant ghost, pretending not to be familiar with himself every day, I don't know how many years it will take for normal strategy means to be endless.

Yan Shuyi just happened to meet his eyes, her originally questioning expression suddenly froze, feeling that she was just like a main wife who was fighting for favor by a concubine, and instantly narrowed her eyes.

This is why she didn't know how to ask, it lost

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt her bottom leave the stool, and before she could react, she found herself already held on Ji You's lap.

Although they had started hugging back and forth on Lingjian Mountain, their posture had always been him holding her from behind.

They had never had a posture like this, where she was held entirely in his arms and sitting on his lap.

Consequently, those two snow-white feet had nowhere to rest and were curled in mid-air, exquisite and translucent like jade carvings, the tops of the feet shimmering with an orange luster in the flickering firelight.

Ji You looked at Yan Shuyi sitting sideways in his arms, then grabbed the fire poker in her hand and gave it a gentle tug.

Without much resistance, the Little Inspector let go of her small hand, a flash of docility appearing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Ji You suddenly discovered an interesting point.

This tsundere immortal, once in intimate contact, would suddenly lose a bit of her aura, completely disregarding any so-called Inspector dignity.

So sometimes one shouldn't be too accommodating; one has to turn up the intensity from time to time.

Otherwise, with her personality of two constantly conflicting personas, it would be hard to make much progress, after all, her little mouth was extremely stubborn.

Ji You held the fire poker, glanced at the furnace, and bent over to poke it.

However, just as he bent over, the Little Inspector in his arms suddenly had slightly pink cheeks, and a slender white jade hand pushed against his shoulder, as if to stop him from bending over, but the force used was extremely soft and weak.

"?"

"?"

Ji You was stunned for a moment, then saw Yan Shuyi quickly retract her hand, her expression becoming thoughtful while looking somewhat surprised.

At this moment, Yan Shuyi's pink, moist toes instantly curled together, and she fell into silence.

Silence, soundless.

The firewood crackled from time to time as it burned, but it could not disturb this silence; the man and woman pressed together each had their own thoughts.

She thought he was going to kiss her.

He was not going to kiss her.

Ji You suddenly bent over again, poked the furnace once more, and watched her expression.

Yan Shuyi turned her head to look after hearing the sound, feeling somewhat annoyed, thinking he had realized she had misunderstood and was teasing her on purpose, so she turned back and locked eyes with Ji You.

That stunningly beautiful face now wore a cold and arrogant expression, without the slightest evasion.

No misunderstanding, I'm not going to kiss you, don't overthink it.

Ji You slammed the fire poker on the ground twice, deliberately making a sound to tell her he was going to poke the furnace, but while leaning over, he suddenly threw the fire poker away, leaned in, and precisely captured her soft, sweet little mouth.

As his hands exerted a gentle force, the delicate and soft immortal was pulled deep into his embrace.

Yan Shuyi was still "arrogantly staring" at him, not expecting to be kissed, and her crystal-clear toes instantly curled even tighter.

But neither of them closed their eyes, and the staring continued.

A long time later, Yan Shuyi finally came to her senses, finding her mouth constantly changing shape under the increasingly forceful kiss, and after pondering for a long time, she turned her gaze to the side on her own.

On the right wall of the room hung a painting, a gift from Cong Yi to Cao Jingsong, which was later hijacked by Ji You.

People are idle as osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet in the empty spring mountains.

The moon rises, startling the mountain birds, chirping from time to time in the spring stream.

The Little Inspector silently read the poem on it in her heart, her lips and teeth parting involuntarily, her tongue tip being curled, some faint smacking sounds rising in her ears, her body feeling somewhat soft.

After reading the poem, she shifted her gaze back, only to find Ji You still watching her with his eyes open, so she bit down with her pearly teeth, but failed to bite him at all.

The helpless pearly teeth could only give up the attack and let him kiss her, but her eyes still drifted around coldly and arrogantly.

In fact, this kiss was just a test in Ji You's heart; he hadn't originally intended to kiss so thoroughly.

After all, the woman in front of him was in the Realm of Responding to Heaven...

But he hadn't expected it to develop like this, so hearing the Little Inspector's breathing gradually rise, he kissed deeper and deeper.

A long time later, with a 'pop' sound, Ji You released her sweet little mouth, and saw Yan Shuyi breathing arrogantly, her full chest rising and falling slightly.

"The sweet potato is almost cooked."

"?"

Ji You looked at her in disbelief: "I remember we just kissed, why is this your reaction?"

Yan Shuyi wiped away a glistening thread between them: "No."

"Are you a heartless woman?"

"Anyway, no."

The Lingjian Mountain Inspector was calm and composed, losing the kiss but not the stance.

So, in the long staring match, Ji You leaned over again, and saw Yan Shuyi slightly part her little mouth in advance, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, curled up like a kitten, but her face remained cold and arrogant.

The deep kissing continued for several rounds, during which the Little Inspector bit Ji You's tongue tip once, but didn't continue to apply force, and it lasted until the early hours of the next day, with the snow already piled up in a thick layer, and the two little mouths so hot they could melt the snow.

Before long, a disciple from the Administrative Office came to knock on the door and handed over a letter.

Xiang Kuangcheng was going to pound rice cakes in the courtyard today, a custom near the New Year, and he specially invited the two to be guests.

But actually, inviting them wasn't the point; the point was to invite Wei Rui.

After all, as a single man, inviting a young lady waiting to be married to his home alone didn't sound very good if it got out.

Xiang Kuangcheng had been well-educated since childhood and had a heart of a Bodhisattva, so he cared very much about a woman's reputation.

Wei Rui was closer to Xiang Kuangcheng's courtyard than Ji You was from the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan, so she arrived first, rolling up her sleeves to help Xiang Kuangcheng, who was holding the hammer, turn the sticky glutinous rice that had already been pounded.

They were preparing to make more to take back for Ji You, and incidentally send some to the children at the Orphanage.

Just as the rice cakes were gradually taking shape, a knocking sound suddenly came from the door.

So Wei Rui got up, wiped her hands, and went to open the door, finding the visitors were Young Master Ji and Sister Yan.

But what made the Wei family young lady feel strange was that Sister Yan was wearing a light veil over her face today.

"Sister, this is...?"

"It's nothing, sister's face is a bit sensitive to the cold."

"I see."

Wei Rui didn't know whether to believe it or not.

Yan Shuyi stepped on Ji You's foot at this moment, walked into the courtyard, and followed Wei Rui into the house.

A mere kept man.

Ji You stood in the courtyard with a strange expression.

After receiving the letter today, Yan Shuyi's little mouth was incredibly red, but her stubbornness was truly real, which also left him somewhat dumbfounded.

What else could he do? Just coax her.

Yan Shuyi's personality wasn't formed in a day; it wasn't that simple to kiss her into submission in one go, not to mention he couldn't beat her anyway.

At this time, Xiang Kuangcheng stopped the wooden mallet in his hand: "Brother Ji, why is Immortal Yan so cold today?"

Ji You came to him: "About the matter of me seeing the demon race woman's tail, did you tell Gongshu Chou?"

"?"

"Didn't we talk about it together in the carriage?"

Ji You narrowed his eyes: "But I didn't say that person was the demon princess."

Xiang Kuangcheng raised the corner of his mouth: "That day you got off the carriage to relieve yourself, Brother Gongshu and I discussed this matter. Actually, I was curious why you wouldn't get beaten, because a demon woman's tail can only be seen by her husband."

Ji You: "?"

"Really, this is what I saw in some ancient documents. These documents have been passed down since the primordial era and are already tattered, but their authenticity is extremely high. You also know that the demon race and the human race lived together back then."

Xiang Kuangcheng leaned on the wooden mallet: "After I finished speaking, Brother Gongshu deduced strictly and judged calmly, providing that you two had been together these past few days and couldn't have seen other women, so he concluded that the demon princess showed you her tail while treating you."

Ji You thought to himself, you two are truly master detectives; should I calculate when I can become the Dean of the Heavenly Tian Shuyuan?

But before he could spit out his old complaints, he fell into deep thought because of the first sentence the scholar Xiang said.

A demon woman's tail can only be seen by her husband?

He suddenly remembered the strange expression on the demon princess's face when he asked about the tail that day, and now he suddenly seemed to understand something.

Did she take me as her husband?

Why?

If it had been Fengyang herself who came to help that day, it would be understandable, but it was clearly her maid, how could such a thing happen?

No wonder Yan Shuyi got angry when she saw the tail after reading Gongshu Chou's masterpiece.

It truly was a femme fatale...

But the good thing was that Ji You didn't have any subjective improper thoughts, but rather didn't know there was such a big misunderstanding in this.

Besides, the demon princess's attitude couldn't be judged solely by this point.

That day's tail was actually seen through the skirt, not directly, and besides, after leaving the snow region that day, she didn't come to see him off either.

Gongshu Chou was purely chasing shadows; that two-inch deviation at the heart that day shouldn't have happened.

Xiang Kuangcheng looked at Ji You, pondered his expression, and said: "Did Immortal Yan find out about the demon princess?"

"Yes."

"Did she hit you?"

"No, she is gentle, kind, and well-educated, how could she hit me?"

Ji You glanced into the house, appearing calm and composed.

Yan Shuyi was sitting in the house, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but purse her reddened little mouth.

Cultivators in the Qingyun world value family lineage, and reproduction is the top priority. This is no exception among the immortal sects, so polygamy is common, and mothers often gain status through their sons.

However, even so, there are still women who like to be jealous, and Yan Shuyi is a vinegar jar, even though she won't admit it.

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