There was silence in the air.

Snow falls all around, and on the other side of the hot springs, the mountains in the distance take on a one-hued white.

In front of such a quiet and beautiful landscape, Ye Ziqing didn't say a word, her eyes were calm, and at her feet was the white jade fox mask that accompanied her all the year round, and her fair face, delicate facial features, and beautiful chin were all exposed to the wind.

Qin Yan only felt that the depression in the air was about to wring out the water.

Although she knew that her master was right, she didn't expect the result to be so serious this time, she really gave up the title of sword master, and she would no longer be a character sword from now on.

After a long time, he had the courage to ask, "Master, are we really no longer tasting swords?" ”

But from Ye Ziqing's eyes, there was no anger as he imagined, only a puddle of clear water, and occasionally his eyes flowed, with a little ripple.

Calm and clear, like a ...... A real fairy.

Ye Ziqing nodded, his face was calm and soft, "There's no need, I've been a seventh-order sword master for one or two hundred years, it's good to change someone now, and it's ......"

She looked at the white in the distance, "He does have this strength." ”

After she said these words, Qin Yan looked at her as if she were looking at another person.

Could it be that the power lost is so terrible that it can change a person?

"What about the Sword Sacrifice Ceremony?" Qin Yan asked with some reluctance.

If you don't taste the sword, although it is said that the product sword villa still has a lot of savings, it is equivalent to cutting off a very important economic source, and the business and contacts that have been painstakingly operated for so many years will be in vain......

"The Sword Sacrifice Ceremony can still operate without me, there are so many high-level sword masters in the world, just choose one to take my position, not to mention, isn't there a new seventh-order sword master?"

"......" Qin Yan lowered his head slightly in Ye Ziqing's field of vision that Ye Ziqing couldn't see, and let out a sigh that seemed to be nothing.

At this moment, the voice of a maid was heard at the screen leading from the hot spring to the room.

"Master, there is a guest who wants to see you."

Ye Ziqing frowned slightly, and raised his arm, "It's those damn bad old men again, do you want me to go back and preside over the sword sacrifice ceremony?" Tell them that I am no longer a concubine of the sword, and don't come to me for this kind of thing in the future. ”

"......" The maid was silent for a moment, and then said cautiously, "The person who came is Zhao Mofeng." ”

However, as if she was afraid that Ye Ziqing would be angry, she immediately added, "Master, I'll go and ask him back." ”

"Wait a minute." Ye Ziqing raised his hand.

Su Jing's slender arm paused in the air for a moment, and then beckoned inward with his fingertips, "Forget it, let him wait for me in the reception room." ”

"Yes, master."

……

Although Wei Gong had been to Azure Peak many times, he had seen a vague outline of the outer wall outside, or in the sky from afar, and it was the first time that he had really entered the interior.

He was led by a maid through a small garden with all kinds of precious flowers and plants, which was very delicately cut from the outside, and then led to a simple and luxurious room made entirely of solid wood floors, and the floor was heated and insulated.

Here, there is a half-person-high coffee table more than two meters long made of gold-threaded sycamore wood on the ground, and several white futons are placed on each side.

Coupled with the calligraphy and paintings of the Yuqing Mountain people with a history of more than 1,000 years hanging behind, as well as the Tianyin Phoenix Music Sword in the corner over there, it is conceivable how noble the identity of the owner of this Pinjian Villa is.

No, to be precise, according to Ye Ziqing's meaning, she is no longer called Pinjian Tianfei but Tianqing Hermit.

The north wall of the reception room is made of colorless transparent glass, and from here you can see the snowy scenery of Azure Peak in the distance, as well as the flowing waterfalls and clouds below.

In stark contrast to the cold weather outside, the inside of the house is exceptionally warm, like a spring breeze.

Zhao Mofeng (Wei Gong) sat on the futon, and did not go to take the high-quality Qingshen tea that the maid brewed for him (a zombie, what tea does he need to drink?). And while he was thinking, the curtain shook outside, and two figures entered.

When he saw the woman who came in at the beginning, Wei Gong was slightly distracted.

Ye Ziqing was dressed in a plain robe, with a fair and clean face, a pair of willow eyebrows picturesque, a tall and good-looking nose bridge with red and moving lips, and dark eyes shining.

This was the first time, and Emiya couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her without a mask.

At this moment, there were only four words in his heart-

Extremely beautiful.

But Ye Ziqing's eyes glanced at Zhao Mofeng, and his brows furrowed slightly.

In her impression, all men will look lost and depressed whenever they see her, which is why she has been wearing a mask for many years.

If others care too much about your looks, it will be difficult to notice other better things, such as her talent, her strength.

The world's first swordsman, the strongest master of the twelvefold realm.

But, the man in her sight now wasn't surprised at all, or rather, like—

It's like throwing away her soul before she even appears.

In fact, in this body, there is an original innocent soul shouting in the depths-

Oh my God, it's beautiful!

It's just that his voice was suppressed, drowned out, and couldn't be conveyed.

Zhao Mofeng himself cursed Wei Gong fiercely, this damn bastard!

Ye Ziqinglian moved lightly and sat down in front of Zhao Mofeng, and the two of them looked at each other.

She paused, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and smiled lightly, "Congratulations, Seventh-Order Sword Master." ”

"Thank you." Emiya smiled awkwardly.

But what came out of Zhao Mofeng's mouth was a mechanical, emotionless, cold voice.

Ye Ziqing frowned slightly, it seems that this Zhao Mofeng is really a piece of iron and stone.

"Did you come here today to humiliate me?" Ye Ziqing raised his head proudly, revealing his beautiful and white neck, "So sorry, I may have disappointed you, to be honest, I don't care about this title." ”

She stood up, her gaze through the heavy walls of glass, over the layers of snow-capped mountains, to the void of the sky.

"I've been a sword master for many years, maybe even older than your great-grandfather," she let out a self-deprecating sigh, "So, it's good to give you this honor and responsibility, and you don't have to worry about the trivial things in the world......"

"Please continue to serve as the sword master of the Sword Sacrifice Ceremony."

“…… Yes? Ye Ziqing turned around and looked at him dumbfounded.

……