Pingzhou Mucheng ushered in the first heavy snow of the year, dark clouds hung low, and the cold wind carried snowflakes in every corner of the city. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEverything is dressed in a layer of white plain clothes, which looks particularly quiet. Busy people hurriedly walked on the street, leaving only footprints, and the snow on the road turned into water, looking from afar, like a long belt of clothes. On both sides of the street, the food stalls and tea shops are lined up in long queues, hot buns, snacks are out of the cage, and the heat rises, which makes people's hearts warm, and the cold is gone.

The square at the entrance of Linglan Academy was empty, the door had been swept out of the way by early risers, and among the academy, many students braved the wind and snow, braved the cold, and insisted on cultivating. The whole college, as far as the eye can see, is snow-white, quiet and peaceful, with a sense of poetry and picturesqueness, which makes people stop and appreciate it unconsciously, and can't extricate themselves for a long time.

Ink Shadow woke up from a coma, covered with a thick quilt, and the room was warm with a fire. Mo Ying glanced around, not knowing where he was, but remembering that he was seriously injured and fainted on the day of the competition, thinking that he should have been rescued and then sent back to the dormitory, how could he be in such a place. Moying glanced at the room, there was a dresser, a wardrobe, everything was clean and tidy, although the room was not the iconic pink, but no matter how you looked at it, it was also a women's room. Mo Ying moved his body and got out of bed with some difficulty, although the clothes on his body were his own, they were obviously not the ones he wore on the day of the competition. Mo Ying picked up the cotton coat that covered the quilt, not knowing why his clothes were here. Ink Shadow tightened her coat and walked to the door, pulling it open. A cold wind came with snowflakes, making Moying shiver. The heavy snow in front of the door was almost a foot thick, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard were only left with cold branches, and a few early plums were budding and accumulating, but they were about to bloom. Ink Shadow was watching through the door, a figure came in through the door, wearing a fur coat, the hat on the inside of the fluff was covered with snowflakes, and a pair of high warm boots creaked against the snow. Mo Ying came back to his senses and looked at the door, only to see Shangguan Siyi walking towards this side with a round box of food in his hand. There were a few snowflakes on Shangguan Siyi's bangs, and her little face was red from the cold, but she couldn't hide her beauty.

Mo Ying greeted him, took the food from Shangguan Siyi's hand, and walked into the room, Mo Ying put down the food, took Shangguan Siyi's cold hand and came to the stove, his palm was hot on the fire, and then held Shangguan Siyi's hands and slowly warmed her. Shangguan Siyi's face flushed with a hint of ruddy, looking at the ink shadow with a serious face, stunned.

While Mo Ying was eating, Shangguan Siyi told him what happened after he fell unconscious.

In the seventh game of that day, Mo Ying was seriously injured and narrowly won, and then in the eighth game, Han Fangzhuo played Lin Yue, and Han Fangzhuo won completely. At the end of the day, the top eight were decided, and the next day, the draw was drawn, and due to Moying's serious injury and abstention, Han Fangzhuo, who drew the No. 2 lot, was directly promoted. In the first game of the quarterfinals, Bai Mu played against Mo Kewen, and Bai Mu was also seriously injured and narrowly won. In the third game, Zhao Linger and Gao Ruoyan, Zhao Linger narrowly won. In the fourth game, Shangguan Siyi fought against Ye Zixuan, and Shangguan Siyi won with swordsmanship. The four people who advanced continued to compete on the next day, Bai Mu was seriously injured and abstained, and his opponent Han Fangzhuo directly advanced. Zhao Ling'er faced off against Shangguan Siyi, but was defeated by his swordsmanship, and Zhao Ling'er was defeated. In the final, Han Fangzhuo played against Shangguan Siyi, and the two fought on the court for a long time, and finally Shangguan Siyi won the championship.

Mo Ying heard that Bai Mu was injured, and hurriedly asked Shangguan Siyi about Bai Mu's current situation. Shangguan Siyi smiled slightly, looked at the anxious ink shadow, and said unhurriedly: "He, in fact, he didn't suffer multiple injuries, Bai Mu just didn't want to compare anymore, so he abstained on the pretext of being seriously injured, he would have been alive a long time ago." Speaking of this, Shangguan Siyi paused, looked at Mo Ying, and his eyes were full of tenderness, "You are the one who is most injured in this test, although it is important to improve your strength, don't work so hard." How are you feeling now, are you getting better? Ink Shadow Sunshine smiled and said, "It's almost good, you can continue to cultivate." 〞

Shangguan Siyi looked at each other and smiled, and continued, "The academy has informed you that you will go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion tomorrow morning to receive the rewards for the competition, don't forget it. Mo Ying nodded, the food on the table was eaten cleanly, Shangguan Siyi got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and asked, "During this time, you will stay here first, and then go back after the injury is completely healed." I live next door to you, and you can call me whenever you have something. 〞

Shangguan Siyi treated the wounded with kindness, and Mo Ying was embarrassed to refuse, nodding in agreement. Shangguan Siyi helped Mo Ying back to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed to chat with Mo Ying. An afternoon passed quietly, the sky gradually became gloomy, Shangguan Siyi lit the lights in the house, opened the door and looked outside, the snow was already very light, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room, which still made people can't help but erect pores. Shangguan Siyi was about to give Mo Ying dinner for the evening, when a figure came with snow foam and the wind, and Shangguan Siyi saw that it was Bai Mu. There were scattered snowflakes on Bai Mu's body, and he walked into the room with a smile, put down the lunch box in his hand, and came to Moying's bedside.

Mo Ying saw Bai Mu coming, and hurriedly asked him how his injuries were? Bai Mu smiled heartily and waved his hand again and again to indicate that he was fine. Bai Mu helped Mo Ying to get out of bed to eat, Shangguan Siyi also sat down, and the three of them chatted casually.

Early the next morning, Moying woke up, dressed and washed, took care of his clothes, and then walked out of the room leisurely.

The snow that had fallen for the day yesterday had stopped, and the weather was slowly melting cold, and there was a clear line of footprints on the deep snow in the precincts. Mo Ying stood in the courtyard and moved his muscles and bones, his right hand turned into a sword with spiritual power, and his whole body was still a little painful when he first swung the sword, and when he entered the mind, Mo Ying's sword swinging action became faster and faster, his body jumped forward, the sword and his arm were in a straight line, and he stabbed straight away, and then raised the sword and slashed it down, and then the sword blade provoked it, crossing an arc. The hilt of the sword was flipped in the hand of the ink shadow, the blade was downward, and the spiritual power was transported to the body of the sword, and there was a downward momentum. After that, the body retreated violently, and the sword was closed to his side, blocking left and right.

At this moment, Mo Ying sensed that someone was coming, so he stopped his movements and dispersed the Spirit Sword. Shangguan Siyi walked into the door, there were still a few beads of sweat on her forehead, her face was slightly red, and she also got up early and came back from training. Seeing that it was Shangguan Siyi, Moying took the initiative to say hello, Shangguan Siyi was very happy to see that Moying was also up, so he asked Moying to wait for a while, went back to freshen up himself, and then went to have breakfast together. Moying stood in the courtyard, looking at the budding plum blossoms, like a life waiting to be born, in stark contrast to the season of severe cold and slaughter, showing a different vitality.

After breakfast, I found Bai Mu, and we went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to receive the reward together.

In the deepest part of the Scripture Pavilion, there is a large independent space, which contains all kinds of weapons forged by refiners, mainly mortal weapons and illusion weapons, and there are very few mysterious weapons. When the three of them came to the Scripture Pavilion, there were already many freshmen waiting, and most of the boys in the team turned their heads to look at Shangguan Siyi beside the ink shadow. In terms of beauty, Shangguan Siyi can definitely be called the first among the freshmen; In terms of cultivation, the first place in the freshman competition is also there. Therefore, Shangguan Siyi became the goddess in the hearts of many boys in one fell swoop, and Bai Mu and Mo Ying beside her were also cast many jealous and hostile glances.

The top eight in each class, including the top eight freshmen in the four classes, have all arrived, and the spirit stones and pills have been divided, and only the winning students need to come to collect them, and the weapons need to be selected by themselves. Everyone went to the deepest part of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion under the leadership of an elder, and in the dim light, the elder walked to the stone wall, and after some movements, a creaking sound sounded throughout the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and on the stone wall, a stone door slowly opened, and thousands of various weapons were arranged in an orderly manner, presenting in front of everyone.

If it weren't for the presence of the elders, I'm afraid some of the students would have been tempted to rush in. The elder coughed lightly, pulling everyone's thoughts back. "The top eight students who are promoted to the four classes will first enter the selection of the illusion machine, with a time limit of ten minutes, and come out to register after the selection. Eight people walked out of the team and followed the elder into the stone gate.

After the eight people came in, they couldn't help but take a closer look at the space where many weapons were placed, and then walked to the type of weapon they liked and chose the weapon they had in hand. Ink Shadow made his way to the place where the swords were placed, found the area where the illusion was placed, and looked at each sword carefully. Except for the subtle shape, color, it doesn't make a difference, each sword has a name, which is given by the refiner who trained it when he became a sword. Refining tools are the same as alchemy and formations, as long as they become pills, formations, and instruments, there will be Dan spirits, array spirits, and instrument spirits, and these spirits are divided into high and low. For example, the higher the level of the pill, the higher the level of the pill, and the higher the spiritual intelligence. It is said that a spirit with a high level of intelligence can take on a human form. The same is true for array spirits and machine spirits.

Mo Ying saw all the way, saw the last one, and found that the sword had no name, and there was nothing on the introduction bar in front of it. Seeing that the elder was at the door, Mo Ying ran over to ask. The elder walked over and looked at the inky black sword, thought for a moment, and didn't think of anything. Mo Ying looked at the other swords, then at this one, and faintly wanted this nameless sword in his heart. Bai Mu and Shangguan Siyi picked out their weapons, and when they saw that Moying was still there, they walked over.

Bai Mu looked at Mo Ying struggling there, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Pick one that you like in your heart, so that you can not regret it." Ink Shadow nodded, and finally picked up the inky black nameless sword. After the eight of them finished registering with the elders, they and the rest of the people entered the stone gate again and selected a mortal artifact. Ink Shadow was eager to practice her dual swords, so she decided to pick another one. Coming to the mortal weapon area, looking around, there was no weapon worth tangling with this time, Mo Ying quickly picked a pleasing black sword from dozens of swords with names, and then went out to register.

After all the rewards were distributed, Ink Shadow held two swords, a mortal weapon, called Black Birch, and an illusion weapon, and Ink Shadow named it, which was inexplicable, and explained that Mo asked his name.