Chapter 159 Feng Wuli’s defeat

The autumn wind was really cool tonight, and Feng Wuli was wearing thin clothes. After staying outside for more than an hour, I felt that my spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly.

It's almost catching up with my own recovery speed.

In the mountain forest where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, a flashlight shines on the road in the village. The clothes on the boy's body make a squeaking sound against his skin, and his black hair is flying.

Back in front of the house, the rusty iron door made the sound of dead branches. The door clicked shut, and the wind outside instantly disappeared.

It wasn't much warm inside the house, but he took a long breath, like an Eskimo returning to his igloo after hunting on the ice field. The autumn wind was far away from the warmth, and his happiness suddenly overflowed.

It was only after eleven o'clock now. When I returned to the room, Wang Xilou was already asleep, wrapped in a quilt and huddled against the wall, with his face exposed and breathing peacefully.

It seems that the wind blowing tonight took a lot of wear on her, and she was also very tired.

Feng Wuli leaned over, very close, nose to nose, to determine whether he was pretending to sleep or really sleeping.

If she is awake, let her go back to her cousin's room to sleep.

This bed is very small, just a little bigger than a wooden bed in a dormitory. It is still too crowded for two people.

I can't tell from the results, maybe I really fell asleep.

He scratched his head and sighed silently.

I yawned and didn't go out. I just changed my clothes here.

A hand stretched out from under the shadow and handed him pajamas and pajamas. There was a rustle in the room. His coat was thrown to a chair and his pants fell off with a splash. He picked up one foot and put on the same style as Wang Xilou.

silk pajamas.

After he had changed, he turned around and took a look.

The head of someone huddled in the corner was exposed under the quilt, looking straight at him with beady eyes.

"..."

"You go sleep at my cousin's place. This is the bed I slept on when I was a child. It's too crowded for two people. I rushed the two practitioners to the partridge room."

Wang Xilou didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Like a cat.

The wind in the mountains and forests outside whines and moans endlessly, the frosty air destroys the vegetation deeply, and the wind rolls across the countryside with great force. The sound of the wind is like a howling, shrill, sometimes distant and sometimes near, but it lingers, and the next second

Wandering hundreds of miles away, he was suddenly close at hand.

Even if Feng Wuli listens to it, it feels penetrating.

About twenty people in the Partridge Room were squatting by the wall, shrinking their necks as they listened to the sound of the wind.

The lamp hanging by a thread on the top swayed with the tile roof being lifted up by the wind from time to time.

As the lamp swayed, the figures underneath were also confused, just like a group of demons surrounding a bonfire in a cave, with their shadows dancing wildly on the wall.

No one dares to practice, most afraid that if the practitioner's power is used, the wind will no longer recognize the smoke and smoke in this room as human beings.

There will be no refuge then.

The descendant of Luban Shu stood up and limped over in front of everyone. His Luban Shu was missing something, so it was normal for him to be disabled, but no one looked down upon him because he was crippled.

He stood up and patted a beam. The tile roof suddenly stopped shaking and became more stable, with no wind coming in.

“Awesome, awesome!”

"Awesome, lame!"

"Six six six."

The lame man smiled naively and handed over his hands, giving in and giving in.

It was originally a crowded place, with several practitioners from several families having feuds. As soon as the cripple appeared, the somewhat stagnant atmosphere in the room relaxed.

The man in the suit exhaled: "Thank you so much for meeting that kind villager who lent us this house for one night."

"Well, let me tell you, this grudge is between us cultivators, so don't bring other villagers into it."

"Amitabha."

The Miao girl hugged her knees and laughed innocently: "That little boy is quite impressive."

The people on the side said disdainfully: "Come on, can you really look down on an ordinary person? When the time comes, what will I do if you leave? Don't cause harm to others."

"I'll just tell you!"

There were also some who were rude, disdainful of being rescued by an ordinary person, and even slandered the young man who had picked them up one by one with a flashlight. The others looked on with cold eyes and had no intention of insulting a cultivator because of an ordinary person.

"One more thing, I can kill you with one sword."

The student girl in high school uniform made sarcastic remarks, but the man didn't dare to say anything more. This crazy woman was not easy to deal with, but his face still looked ugly.

That Huang Mao is also a restless master, and he is just there to stir up the fire.

"Hey, this elder brother is right. We don't care about this house. Whoever borrows fireworks from other people's room to hide from evil spirits in this house tonight is a garbage practitioner!"

"Look at what I'm doing, I'll admit it first, I'm a rubbish practitioner!"

Everyone looked at the person just now.

The eldest brother who threatened to look down on ordinary people turned dark in the face.

The sound of the wind suddenly became louder, as if some life-threatening spirit was patrolling over the mountain village. Everyone kept silent for fear of being discovered by the evil wind.

They all hugged their knees and squatted, like they were at a pornographic crackdown, or like they were sitting in rows in a kindergarten. They were thankful that the kind-hearted villager lent them their house.

He is so honest and kind, what a wonderful child.

As for those who talk about losing face, it doesn't matter. I know that those who are in trouble tonight are also in trouble. Anyway, the village boy certainly doesn't recognize them and doesn't know that they are the future of practitioners from various sects.

If no one knows, it means nothing.

Many people even imagine that they are an expert who has traveled here, like in Journey to the West, Sun Dasheng came to Heifengzhai to ask an old farmer to stay overnight. They also have a secret feeling of Qianlong going to the south of the Yangtze River. They are very capable. What if there is someone in this village tomorrow?

The monster is here. When the time comes, show off your skills and show favor to the kind-hearted villager. You can also show your holiness in front of others. Then the other person will regret that he let the master live in the partridge room. He will act like a master and shake his head and say so.

It's a humble house, but I am virtuous and don't care. See, I have both dignity and respect.

It's just a fantasy, not shabby.

As the wind blew louder, the twenty-eight people were frightened again.

…

Feng Wuli swallowed, "Then I went to my cousin's house and slept?"

Just now the house was not enough, so it was reasonable to sleep in one room. Now that there is space there, there is no reason to continue to sleep in this room.

"Come here and sleep." His tone was unquestionable.

It’s hard to disobey a teacher’s orders.

Feng Wuli moved over, lifted up a corner of the quilt and got in. She felt very excited. The quilt was warm and fragrant, and the bed was small. As soon as she got up, it was right next to Wang Xilou's waist. She pressed it against him again.

He had slept in the morning and was energetic now, so he leaned against the bed and took out his mobile phone to play for a while.

"Why are you doing such a big move? The wind is getting caught in it." She complained, lying on top of him and tucking him in.

The little apprentice didn't dare to say anything.

It still feels a bit exciting.

Oops, why are you sleeping on the same bed as the master? How bad it is. The master he respects so much is now like a eldest daughter, with a beautiful body lying next to him.

He is not such a person!

Feng Wuli looked at the phone without changing his expression.

Glancing at the person next to him, the little girl looked up at him, her eyes half smiling but not smiling. The little apprentice couldn't bear it anymore.

He wanted to move away, but a leg under the quilt hooked his calf, a soft and cool little foot stepped on his instep, and two toes pinched his thumb, and another slender hand stretched out to his belly to outline it.

Muscles and fingers are smooth.

Feng Wuli coughed dryly, stretched out a hand under the quilt, pushed away the demonic plain hand, pushed it away, then stretched it out again, and then repeated it several times.

Everything that happened under the quilt seemed to have nothing to do with her. The little zombie just looked up at him, smiling a little silly.

In order to cover up the embarrassment after his body reaction, he lay down on his back instead of on his side, with his back to her and his face outside.

She was dissatisfied and patted him on the back: "Hey, you are facing Master."

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" His voice was muffled.

"Why are you looking at your phone?"

"It's interesting to look at the practitioners' forum. Those practitioners who came here to look for the celestial beings now all say how nice the environment is in the mountains and how comfortable they live."

"Isn't it?"

"I just picked up twenty-eight famous families, and all the young masters of the casual cultivators were packed into the partridge room."

"Pfft."

Wang Xilou also got up a little, resting his chin on Feng Wuli's shoulder, watching him play with his mobile phone and browse the forum.
To be continued...