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Chapter 118 The White Moonlight Monk Who Criticizes Wolfhounds 19

While waiting for his master, Shi Qing practiced in the courtyard. The girl danced in the snow, holding a long sword and lifting her sleeves.

The silver-white sword as white as the moon shone brightly in her hand, sometimes like a swimming dragon, sometimes as sudden as lightning.

After a long while, Shi Qing turned his wrist and neatly put away his sword. His cold expression made his whole body look even more chilling.

Under the green-tiled eaves, Wu Ji's eyes flickered, his silver-grey pupils were as deep as a cold pond, as if containing countless lingering emotions, and undercurrents were surging.

He came over with a small bowl of elegant appearance in his hand, with a surprised look on his face, and said, "Sister's swordsmanship is getting more and more powerful."

Hearing his voice, Shi Qing turned around and sheathed his sword.

"What new tricks did you do today?"

These days, apart from occasionally going out to look for medicine, Wu Ji would cook porridge and soup himself from time to time.

I saw her eat a few more bites of the pastries and snacks she bought outside, and then she would personally study them in the kitchen until she succeeded in making them.

Needless to say, the craftsmanship is excellent.

Wu Ji smiled and served it, "This time it's red date and millet soup. Sister has been practicing sword for a long time, so it can warm up the stomach and dispel the cold."

Shi Qing was a monk and did not care much about food, but he could not bear to refuse his kindness, so he had to accept it.

She took a few sips and found it sweet, soft and smooth.

It has to be said that Wu Ji is gifted in cooking.

After taking a few sips, Shi Qing stopped, looking worried.

Wu Ji glanced at the bowl of red date millet soup and said calmly, "Why didn't sister eat it? Is it because I didn't cook it to her taste?"

Shi Qing shook his head. "Ten days have passed now. Normally, Master should have come after receiving my spirit bird. Why is there no news yet?"

Thinking of those captured spiritual birds, Wu Ji's expression remained unchanged:

"It's possible that my sister's master encountered other things along the way and was late."

"Sister's master is very capable, so don't worry too much. We just need to wait a few more days."

"Sister, you'd better drink this red date millet soup while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Shi Qing nodded, took two more sips, and finally finished it slowly.

Wu Ji took the bowl and spoon and said, "By the way, I have to go out for a while."

These days, he often went to the nearby mountains to look for medicine and often did not return until midnight.

Shi Qing nodded gently, "Be careful and come back soon."

"I got it, sister!"

Wu Ji smiled and waved to her.

As the sky darkened, snowflakes began to fall and then disappeared. In the middle of the night, they began to flutter again. I pushed open the window and the cold wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed towards me. The cold air penetrated my nose and the biting chill spread throughout my body.

Shi Qing frowned slightly. It was so late and Wu Ji hadn't come back yet.

A sense of uneasiness gradually grew in her heart. She walked out the door and stood there for a long time. The gate of the yard was still closed.

It was already midnight, but there was no sign of Wu Ji, not even a message from him.

Shi Qing put on his clothes, took on his sword, put on his cloak, and carried a lantern, and hurried out.

It was freezing cold, and the snowflakes flying in my face were like knives, cutting my face and hurting it.

They lived in a small courtyard located in the south of Lingxi City.

When Wu Ji went to look for medicine, the nearest place should be Lingshan Mountain on the south side.

Shi Qing headed south, the lantern in his hand emitting a faint yellow light, which only illuminated a small, blurry area.

Snowflakes are falling between heaven and earth.

She was wearing a red furry cloak and stepped deep and shallow in the snow, making crisp and pleasant sounds.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shi Qing finally entered Lingshan.

The trees in the mountains are dense and tall, and the green leaves are covered with layer upon layer of ice and snow, hanging heavily, blocking all light.

The forest was dark and I couldn't see the road ahead.

Shi Qing stopped, waved his hands, and looked into the depths of the dark jungle.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally walked over step by step with the lamp in hand.

However, her face looked a little ugly. Her jaw was tight, her lips were pursed, and her crescent-shaped eyebrows were unconsciously slightly frowned.

She held the lantern high and carefully called Wu Ji's name.

However, the forest was silent, with only her shallow, regular breathing as the sound, and nothing else.

After walking for a long time, I didn't see any human figure.

The night deepened and the ice and snow increased.

Shi Qing was so cold that her calves were numb and her steps gradually became heavy. She took a breath with difficulty, and just when she had lost hope, another rustling sound was heard in the forest.

It's made by stepping on the snow.

Slowly and steadily, he approached her.

Shi Qing stood where he was, leaning forward with his lantern.

A blurry yellow halo vaguely revealed a black figure walking out from the darkness of the forest, gradually lengthening on the snow.

Shi Qing seemed to sense something and stood still.

After a moment, the man's face gradually appeared, revealing his handsome and delicate face, and a hint of surprise appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"elder sister?"

It’s Wu Ji.

He was dressed in a dark robe and carried the Chixiao sword wrapped in cloth on his back. His hair was tied up high, and the loose hair fell on his smooth and full forehead, fluttering slightly with his surprised expression.

The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Without blame or anger, she reached out her hand to Wu Ji, her eyes gentle, "Wu Ji, let's go home."

Wu Ji's thick eyelashes, like crow feathers, trembled slightly like candlelight in the wind and snow, and his eyes fell on her outstretched hand.

The bright candlelight makes the girl's hands look smooth and beautiful.

She stood in the light and smiled at him.

Wu Ji's voice sounded a little strange, "Why did you come here?"

"I was worried about you, so I came to take you back." The girl answered softly.

The ice and snow covered his body coldly, his hands and feet were frozen stiff, but Wu Ji remained silent and motionless.

Shi Qing smiled helplessly and took the initiative to hold his hand that was hanging by his side, which was icy cold.

"Let's go."

A warmth that clearly did not belong to him came from the palm of his hand. The light in Wu Ji's eyes flickered, and the thoughts in his mind were like the overflowing snowflakes, lightly falling on his body, yet making him feel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Shi Qing held his hand with one hand and held the cloud-patterned lantern with the other, and walked back step by step.

Back in the yard, the snowflakes slowed down.

The snow that fell on my body had long since melted, soaking my clothes piece by piece.

Shi Qing walked him back to the door of the room and said, "Change into clean clothes and go to bed early."

"elder sister!"

When she was about to leave, Wu Ji finally spoke.

Shi Qing stopped, turned around, and said calmly and gently: "We can talk about it tomorrow. You should have a good rest first."

tomorrow.

Wu Ji's heart sank, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Okay, see you tomorrow, sister."

Shi Qing nodded, "See you tomorrow."