The snow has stopped.

The wind stops the pedicels, and the thin snow covers the layers. Look at the green, white, gray and green green, and the rising sun spreads out the noisy red in the sky. The mountain behind the clouds are quiet.

The light penetrated under the eyelids and became arrogant, and the consciousness gradually became clear, and the hangover was gradually rising. The head was about to break, and for a long time, Baili Feng opened his eyes slowly.

It took a long time to get so drunk... It was also a long time since I was so sad like last night. In the daytime, Mu Ye, a disciple of Nanqiong who was stationed in Yizhao Town, sent a secret letter: "The seven shadows came to the town the day before yesterday and encouraged everyone to invite the sword saint to be born. This matter is very important, and the disciples dare not draw conclusions, so they can only ask the sword saint to explain themselves."

In just a few words, every word is heavy. The ground is clear and the heart is at a loss.

He is always conceited, free from coming and going, not afraid of heaven or earth, but the most worrying situation is this situation, and he is looking for it.

I am afraid of losing the world, and I am afraid of letting go of future generations when I am born. I am in a dilemma, so I am drunk and relieved my worries. I opened most of the jar of wine sealed in the mud cellar of the back mountain. I forgot to control myself as soon as I drank it. I forgot to have troubled times, forget the world, and forget that there are still heavy tribe members pressing on the sword.

I only remember that after nightfall, Ache's vivid face was shaking in front of him, soft and glutinous sounds lingering in his ears, and soft hair was tugging on his fingertips. But after waking up, it was so desolate and difficult to deal with, and the problems remained.

His sorrow was pressing on his heart, and there was still nothing strange on his face. He raised his arms and was about to stand up, and something slid down his legs.

Then I realized that something was covered. I lowered my eyes and saw a blanket, which had not yet been fully unfolded, and was crumpled into a ball and threw it on him. The perpetrator's impatient mood was fully exposed, and he could tell who it was written by at first sight.

He couldn't help but smile and felt a little helpless. He shook the snow dust off all over his body, stood up with a slightly bent legs, and hung the blanket on his arm. Baili Fengjian gathered his clothes and his hands were about to leave, but his eyes saw Jing Che sitting sideways in the pavilion not far away, holding a roll of thick bamboo slips in his hand.

She took his green cloak and draped it on her body, leaning against the pavilion pillar with her legs crossed, looking serious, meticulously following the dark light, browsing the words on the thick bamboo slips line by line. Three thousand black hairs drooped to the waist, and the little face was not stained with rouge, but it was natural and exquisite. No matter how thick makeup was worn by others, I couldn't learn it.

The older the apprentice becomes, the more beautiful he is, and his master is mixed with joy and sorrow. There is no need to say that joy is, not everyone can have a good face; but he can't figure out why, and has never delved into it in depth, but occasionally feels uncontrollable. This beauty is too seductive, and he is as proud as her, and it is difficult for him to control it with one hand.

Perhaps because he heard the movement, Jing Che raised his face and looked over. He was still in a quiet position just now. At this moment, the girl was vividly erected on her face. She half-squinted her peach blossom eyes, her crimson lips and white teeth, and her smile seemed to blooming flowers. Her tone was half ridiculous: "Master, how comfortable is you sleeping?"

The ending sound was long, and her soft voice, which had not grown much, made people feel soft and soft.

"It's comfortable, it's a little cold." He stepped onto the steps with his long legs.

I sat in front of her, and then pulled out the bamboo slips from her hand without saying a word. It turned out to be the guise of Jiuhensha Xin method. Then I remembered that she seemed to say she wanted to learn sword last night.

But it was really the first time. What was the excitement of the little apprentice? She suddenly became so easy to learn? In the past, she didn't teach any more and didn't learn any more, and she couldn't remember it if she learned too much. However, he didn't urge her to become a talent. Instead, she sometimes admired her apprentice. She looked at herself as half-impatient and vigorous, but she was extremely patient in practicing martial arts, and she had to be perfect every move.

"Take it back." She glanced at him and took back the bamboo slips.

It's all like a situation where the master and apprentice are tired of each other.

"Did you remember it all?" Baili Fengjian smiled lazyly, and he always looked like he was indifferent.

"Well, I memorized it a lot a month ago, and now I will review the past again."

Faced with the cold wind, Baili Fengjian yawned, and finally touched the stubble with his thumb, and stood up again: "Then you can watch it again, Master will go to sleep first."

"You--" I thought he was going to teach her that Yihensha was about to teach her, and was about to start practicing swordsmanship, but unexpectedly, I was exhausted and I couldn't help but grin at Baili Fengjian.

He turned around and smiled, leaving, looking at the cold and lonely figure, as if he had changed his face in an instant.

Jing Che took a deep breath and stretched his eyebrows and eyes back. Anyway, the master had this temperament, so he got used to it when he saw it too much. He spread the bamboo slips again and found the broken place and continued to browse.

This seriousness is naturally to go to Gong Lin's three-day period. Not to mention how humiliating it is to kneel down and kowtow, as a disciple of the Sword Saint, if she cannot defeat Gong Lin, who is a whole generation lower than her, she is really sorry for the shame she once brags about.

The small green tripod in the middle of the pavilion was slowly cooking a pot of tea and the smoke curled slightly, and the thick eyelashes cast a long and slender shadow on the fair face. Before he knew it, Jing Che finished the whole scroll of the mantra, his eyes felt sour, and he raised his face and looked at half of the sky through the hexagonal Linglong Pavilion. It was noon.

The sunlight is neither fast nor slow, and the snow is quiet, making it even colder.

She carefully put away the bamboo slips and slapped her frozen hands. She didn't know if her master had awakened her from the cage, but she couldn't wait to learn the sword, so she got up to find him.

I went to the front hall first. The cold wind swept into the mat when I opened the hall door. There was no one in the empty hall. The white paper that was not pressed by the paperweight on the table rustled and floated all over the ground in an instant.

I picked up the scattered paper and looked around for a few casually, but it was just a clean white paper with half of the ink marks undyed. The paper seemed to have been cast with a spell, and it was used for the transmission of letters. The contents must be confidential and only for specific people to see.

I always feel that my master is a little abnormal recently, and I don’t know what disturbed his unruly heart.

If he was not in the front hall, it was in the room. Jing Che was turning around, and the door of the hall opened and closed. When he saw him stepping into the hall, he couldn't see clearly against the light expression. He only heard his tone casually: "A Che, here you are."

Putting the paper in her hand back on the table, she turned around and nodded, with a very little tranquility on her face for a moment.

His eyes fell on the table through her body, and the white paper swayed a corner. He knew that she had seen it, but he didn't explain much. He intended to hide her under his wings and did not want her to get involved in these things. Not only were the three amazing ** seals in her hand, but also out of a protective mentality.

A thousand threads flashed through my heart, and the corners of my lips were already pulled up, and I said insincerely, "I just went to the treasure pavilion to pick a weapon for you. Since I want to learn Jiuhensha, I can't always use broken copper and iron."

Broken iron? Jing Che's face paused and darkened. The sword she used now was Ye Xiu who helped her with her own hands. Although it was powerless, it was a kind of intention. He was defamed to nothing with just one word...

Forget it, she knew her master anyway. She looked at her ungrateful attitude and didn't care about anything, but she was actually very picky.

"Although Jiuhensha is a sword technique, it is not necessary to use a sword. Master has picked you a magic stick, called "Digo"."

"When Pangu was not divided into heaven and earth, there were strange trees in the chaos. They grew up in billions of years, flowers bloomed in billions of years, and fruits fell into turquoise. Those who hold this staff knew the heaven and earth and sank with all things."

Jing Che took the Daigo. The immortal stick was blue all over, and a white mermaid bead was embedded in the heart of the head, and the fairy light was lingering.

"Is the usage of that sword and stick the same?"

"There is almost nothing. And the stick is more suitable for you to learn Jiuhensha for the first time, and it will not affect your future inheritance of the Dragon Abyss White Sword."

"I still want to inherit the Dragon Abyss White Sword?" This sentence hit my ears. Jing Che instantly felt the mission sacred and inexplicably nervous, "When is it?"

"Of course it's after I die." He said calmly.

Jing Che raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils were imprinted with his expression that he did not take seriously, and suddenly felt empty and scared in his heart.

Life and death have always been caused by heaven and time, but she never seemed to have thought of this problem. Her powerful master, as powerful as a god, will die one day, and she will inherit everything from him.

"Don't worry, it's going to take another hundred and eighty years-" He saw her sudden seriousness, thought it was his own words that scared her, and laughed in a stern manner, "Come here to practice swordsmanship, it just so happened that it didn't snow."

Jing Che followed him in obedience, and suddenly realized his mind, and seemed to be still immersed in the problem of life and death.

The essence of the Sword Saint Sect was started, and Baili Fengjian also picked up a few seriousness, and every move outside the sword is serious.

Jing Che has a solid foundation and a high talent, but somehow he is not in a state of learning today.

Baili Fengjian was not very satisfied, so he simply put away his sword and stood beside her. He held her wrist holding the rod with his slender fingers and helped her to flatten her. He said, "The Qi runs through the whole body and the rod. If there is no room for communication, the Qi becomes astringent."

"Only you can relax your energy with a moderate relaxation. Ache, the wrists should not be too tight, and the rod should be driven by the force of your arm."

A short distance away, he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers still pressed on her wrist to adjust her posture. His slightly calloused fingertips rubbed against the skin on his wrist through the thin fur on his cuffs. His hands were uniquely hot as if overwhelmed, and her hands were wrapped in the cold wind and were cold and stiff.

It was cool and hot, and the heat from behind it was blowing from people, criticizing the skin and hair was soaring.

Unnaturally, his eyes were confused. Jing Che thought to relax his wrists, but when his knuckles were removed, the immortal stick came out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

She suddenly didn't move in place. Baili Fengjian lowered his eyes and saw her awkward expression. He knew at first glance that Ache had such a proud personality and was never strict with himself, and he would not allow himself to fail.

He went over and leaned over to help her pick up the digu, put it in her hand, raised his eyebrows, and teased and broke the stiff atmosphere: "Why, I didn't have enough breakfast?"

When Jing Che was asked by him, he came to his senses. His embarrassment was a little less, and he said anxiously and annoyedly: "You are not full! Let's go!"
Chapter completed!