The Monk

Chapter 84: With you

Song Yunyi thought that he would definitely not be able to escape. She was so panicked and nervous that she unconsciously revealed her true feelings. Zhang Aoi raised his other hand, held her hands in his palms, and said softly: "I'll be fine."

"Really?" Song Yunyi asked with tears in his eyes.

"Really, but the next time I see you, it may take a long, long time." When I said the word "long time," my heart felt sore for no reason.

"As long as you are well, as long as I can still see you, I am willing to wait as long as I want." Song Yunyi burst into tears as he spoke, making people feel sad.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't want to stay any longer. Maybe coming here this time was a mistake, so he made up his mind and said, "Then I... I'm going."

Song Yinglong listened to him, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and blurted out: "Where are you going?" Zhang Wen looked at him, let go of Song Yunyi's hands, suddenly took action to stop Song Yinglong, and said: "You can't control me, this time You can't trap me, I'm leaving." Use your hands to knock him out, and then say to Song Yunyi: "Princess, I'm leaving."

Song Yunyi looked at all this in surprise and asked, "Are you not poisoned?"

"It's hit, it's resolved."

"Then you really want to leave?"

"kindness."

"Is it really going to take a long time before you come back to see me?"

"kindness"

"Then, then take me away." Song Yunyi said this with a red face and tears.

"But, you have parents..." Zhang Ping didn't expect her to say this.

"Do you dislike me? Are you afraid that I'm stupid and will drag you down?"

"No, no, you have a noble status, rich clothes and good food, but you will only endure hardships with me and be chased around."

Song Yunyi said stubbornly: "I'm not afraid, as long as, as long as you like me, do you, like, like me?" One sentence was divided into several sentences, and the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, almost inaudible.

Zhang Wen held her hand and said softly: "I like it."

Song Yunyi raised his head and said, "As long as you want me to be with you, I'm not afraid of anything!" He looked down at his clothes and suddenly ran into the inner room. After a while, he came out, changed into casual clothes, took a small package in his hand, and followed Zhang Afraid of speaking: "Let's go."

Zhang Ain's chest was overflowing with a kind of emotion, happiness. This kind of emotion instantly filled his body and made him very happy, but he still reminded: "Don't you have to say goodbye to your parents?"

Song Yunyi shook his head slightly, went to the desk to write a message, then pressed the letter with a paperweight, knelt down toward the palace hall, kowtowed three times respectfully, stood up and said, "Let's go."

With sharp eyes, Zhang Wei saw the teardrops on the floor tiles where he knelt down on the letter. He knew that she was reluctant to give up after all, so he said softly: "Whenever you miss your parents, we will come back to see them."

Song Yunyi nodded heavily and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Ain took the small package, held her little hand, and the two of them walked out of the princess's palace. Zhang was afraid that she would be sad, so he said jokingly: "Let's go now." Song Yunyi, who was also playful, urged: "Escape quickly, you are still talking nonsense."

So the two of them took off and flew north. There are people looking for him from all over the world. Hu Zheng has not been killed yet, so it is not safe to go anywhere. It is said that the far north is a land of ice and snow with sparsely populated areas, so it should be safer. Of course Song Yunyi had no objection. As long as he could be with Zhang Afraid, he would do anything.

After leaving the Song Dynasty, he entered the barbaric land, purchased items, and continued flying north. Half a month later, there were no green fields, crops, or towns, and everything you could see was white. Song Yunyi was wrapped in a thick white leather coat, wrapped like a little bear, and looked around, exclaiming: "So white, so clean, so beautiful." Zhang Ai asked with concern: "Is it cold?" Song Yunyi pouted: "Why is it cold? Look, I'm sweating." He raised his hand and wiped his forehead. Feiya has a barrier to protect her from the wind and cold, but Zhang Wen was worried that it would freeze her.

Song Yunyi looked left and right, and asked Zhang Ai: "Let's go down, we have never seen so much snow." Zhang Ai agreed. As they descended, the two flew out of the sky. The bone-chilling cold immediately hit their faces. Zhang Awei helped her tighten her coat, buckled on her thick felt hat, and said with a smile: "You know it's cold now." Song Yunyi showed off her strength and bare her little hands. Snowball: "It's not cold." Suddenly the snowball hit Zhang Afraid, fell on his chest with a snap, and dispersed. Song Yunyi ran away laughing and scolding him for being an idiot. Zhang was afraid that he would pretend to chase and cause a commotion.

Zhang Ping wanted to forge an armor for her, but he didn't have the casting materials. He gave her his own, but she didn't want it. It's freezing cold right now, so it would be nice to wear some warm clothes. When Song Yunyi was tired from running, he had to wear some underwear and compare the sizes. Then he opened a furnace in the ice and snow to refine women's underwear with the skin of the God of War, which was the ultimate waste of things.

Song Yunyi didn't understand what he was going to do. When he took the underwear, his face was red with embarrassment. After looking at it for a while, he realized that he was making clothes for himself, and he was more moved than shy. Zhang Ai injected fire spirit essence, which was made purely from snake skin, and the clothes were ready in a short time. They were thin and white and very close to the body. Song Yunyi particularly liked it. Zhang Ai saw her happy look and remembered that there was also spirit silk cloth. Make a few more coats and a pair of silk shoes according to the style of her clothes. Because the spiritual energy of the silk cloth is abundant and overflowing, several formations are embedded in it to shade the spiritual energy, breathable, and keep warm, each with its own functions. Not a single stitch or thread was used on all the clothes. They were completely made as if they were tools, with all kinds of spirits infused into them. The price is immeasurable.

Song Yunyi liked every item and said shyly, "Thank you." Zhang Ain let out the tent and said, "How can you thank me? Is it appropriate to try it on?"

After she changed her clothes and came out, Zhang Wen's eyes lit up. The clothes made of spiritual silk moved automatically without wind, and were very elegant, like a fairy. Song Yunyi timidly asked, "Does it look good?" Zhang was afraid of saying it looked good, so with a move of his right hand, a snow wall rose in vain on the snow, and with another smooth stroke, the wall became as smooth as jade, turning the flat ground into a mirror.

Song Yunyi looked left and right in front of the mirror, turning left and right. She was very satisfied. She turned her hand and pinned a red jade hairpin into her bun. She shyly asked, "Does it look good?" Zhang was afraid that she would recognize the hairpin, so he had given it to her before. , but she has been cherishing it to this day, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved. She walked over and held her hand, saying softly: "It looks good, it will always look good."

Flying in the sky for the past few days, Song Yunyi had to make do with what he had to eat. Zhang was afraid that he would feel a little heartbroken, so he took out the pots and bowls of vegetables and meat he had purchased and used the fine stove to cook. If Lin Sen found out, he would definitely scold him again.

After the meal was ready, they went into the tent, diluted a drop of nephrite wine with honey mixed with snow water, and the two had their first real dinner. Song Yunyi stood up frequently to pour wine for Zhang Wen, like a gentle little lady. Zhang Ai was suddenly a little confused. With so many beautiful emotions in the world, why do some people still want to abandon their emotions and pursue immortality?

Song Yunyi drank for the first time and fell asleep after a while. Zhang Aifeng looked at her lovingly, held her pulse with his right hand, sent spiritual power into her body, and helped it move through the thirty-six heavens. He dug out a few more herbs and went out to refine the marrow-cutting pill.

On the second day, Song Yunyi took the Marrow Pill to eliminate the toxins. His physical condition was much better than before, and his hearing and eyesight were sharp. Zhang was afraid to prepare a bath bucket and let her do as she pleased. After everything was sorted out, when he looked at Song Yunyi again, he still had the original beauty, and even more aura, which made people unable to move away. She is a beautiful, fresh and pure girl who has just turned 16 years old. With her graceful figure and beautiful face, she also has a particularly smart and attractive personality. How could she not be attractive. Zhang was afraid of praising her for her good looks, so Song Yunyi was shy and pretended to be angry: "I can only say these two words."