The yellow huss lowered its head, as if it had used the strength to feed.

And the white horse followed it very reluctantly, and was dragged by the force, and it seemed that even the footsteps were forcibly carried by the yellow horse.

It walked on the snow that was more than a meter thick, and it struggled.

It is not a practitioner, and there is no way to walk through the snow like a practitioner.

It could only rely on brute force, dragging the seemingly heavy carriage step by step.

Luo Ning stood in place and secretly scolded the idiot.

Sure enough, when the yellow horse arrived in front of him, it had no strength, its nose was puffing white smoke, and its mouth was open and panting heavily.

Yin Ziqing jumped down from the carriage and fell into the snow with both feet, looking a lot shorter than Luo Ning.

He opened his mouth and said, "Brother Immortal, where are you going?"

Luo Ning looked at him and said, "I'm going to do something very important. ”

Yin Ziqing lowered his head and said, "Can't you take me with you in this matter?"

Luo Ning hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it won't work this time." ”

Yin Ziqing said hurriedly, "I'm not afraid of danger." ”

"It's not a dangerous thing. ”

Yin Ziqing said, "I will concentrate on practicing swords, and I will practice swords well." ”

Luo Ning said, "It's not about practicing swords. ”

Yin Ziqing was anxious, "Then you say, what is the matter?"

Luo Ning said seriously, "No matter what happens, I can't take you away, you just practice your sword in this Nanjun city, wait for me, and when I finish my work, I'll be back soon." ”

Yin Ziqing also asked seriously, "Who will come back faster, brother fairy or father?"

Luo Ning said confidently, "Naturally, it's me." ”

He looked at the yellow and white horses and said, "You are practicing the sword well here, you must remember to practice the sword well." ”

Yin Ziqing nodded vigorously, "I will practice my sword well." ”

He handed the reins of the carriage into Ronin's hands.

"Brother Fairy, there are a lot of jerky and delicious foods in this car, which are all prepared for me by the maid. ”

Luo Ning looked at the measuring car and didn't say anything for a long time.

This time he didn't say that he didn't eat meat or anything like that.

He looked at Yin Ziqing and said, "You must thank the maid and Princess Ying Tanxi, do you know?"

Yin Ziqing nodded vigorously, "I wrote it down." ”

The sun fell on his face.

There seemed to be stars in his eyes.

It was full of yearning for the future.

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The carriage finally walked away in the snow.

Yin Ziqing stood on the long street and looked at Luo Ning's back in a daze.

The maid didn't know when she appeared next to Yin Ziqing.

She was puzzled and asked, "When he leaves, no one will watch you practice swords, and you can play with me, isn't it great?"

Yin Ziqing turned his head and stopped the tears in his eyes, because he had promised Luo Ning not to cry again.

Luo Ning saved his life, taught him to practice swords, and did a lot of things for him.

Brother Immortal is a real immortal in his heart.

He shook his head and said seriously, "I want to practice swords, I have to practice swords." ”

He lowered his head, looked at the maid's feet buried in the snow, and said, "But I'll also find time to play with you." ”

The maid looked at him very happily, "If you are willing to take time out to accompany me, I will be very happy." ”

She turned her head, and there were tears in her eyes.

If Yin Ziqing knew that Luo Ning was just lying to him, no matter whether he learned the Yishui Sword Intent or not, Yin Shanhe would never come back, and he would never be able to learn the Yishui Sword Intent.

So what will happen to him?

And what will happen to his sword?

For the first time, she knew that in this world, sometimes it was such a cruel thing to let a fool know the truth.

The maid lowered her head, and she held Yin Ziqing's hand with her hand.

Grip tighter than usual.

She said nervously, "You don't have to worry too much, the only thing he has to worry about when he goes is the people of the Demon Sect." ”

Yin Ziqing was puzzled, "Are the people of the Demon Sect very powerful?"

The maid smiled and said, "Fool, last time in the Nanjun Palace, those things were caused by the Demon Sect, and we will all be in danger." ”

Yin Ziqing lowered his head and looked at Bai Xue.

He suddenly looked up into the maid's eyes.

"If there is a Demon Sect in the future, I will protect you. ”

The maid said, "You can't beat them." ”

Yin Ziqing said seriously, "I have learned the Yishui Sword Intent, that is, if I can be as powerful as Brother Immortal, no one will beat me." ”

His words were sincere.

Because the fool himself is sincere.

The maid stared at him, then reached out her left hand and dusted the snow off his clothes.

She suddenly raised her head and smiled, "Okay." ”

Yin Ziqing's gaze became resolute, he looked at the snowy road that Luo Ning's carriage pressed over, and suddenly shouted:

"I must practice my sword well, I must practice hard!"

"Definitely!"

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It's not the first time he has a reason to practice swords, but it's the first time he has someone he wants to protect.

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The snow is picturesque.

The maid looked at him.

She whispered, "Don't go to sword practice first, will you walk around this street with me?"

Yin Ziqing hesitated for a moment, and then nodded fiercely.

He said, "Okay. ”

The maid looked at him and said happily, "Okay." ”

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There is also a wind in the East Street noodle shop.

There is also sword intent.

Yunke still maintained his previous sitting posture, and it seemed that he had not even moved.

But if anyone was here, they would have noticed that the stool he was sitting on had sunk deep into the bricks underground.

He still held his sword.

But the sword was unsheathed, and sweat slid down his fingers onto it.

Sweating with the hands of the sword wielder is already a big taboo for the sword, and every detail will affect the strength of their sword grip and the speed of their sword.

A master like Yunke H will not let his hands sweat.

But sweating at this time means that he is really under a lot of pressure.

The man in front of him with the human skin mask looked at his sword.

Snowflakes outside the window swept into the house like the wind.

The snowflakes fell on Yunke's body and hit the man's face.

But no one made any moves.

Yunke didn't expect that the sword he was usually most proud of didn't even have a chance to come out of the sheath.

He had used his sword intent to turn into sword light before.

But if the sword in his hand is not unsheathed, no matter how powerful his sword intent is, what can he do?

Sweat mixed with snow, then froze, and finally seemed to cover his face with a layer of frost.

The man coughed softly.

Then the voice changed to a female voice.

This kind of onomatopoeia Yunke has seen in Ying Tanxi's body, but this is absolutely impossible to be Ying Tanxi.

Because Ying Tanxi's tone can always bring people joy, pride, and willfulness.

But this man is not.

This person's tone is charming, sour, the kind that can make people sour to the bone.

No man can resist this voice.

Because it's just too tempting.

But Yunke can.

Because it was at this time that the owner of this voice wanted his life.

She exposed her voice at this time, no doubt because she thought that she had won the game, and that she might never have a chance to tell her secret.

The woman smiled, "I found that you are really a wonderful person, you have to eat and drink if you don't eat toast, you are best at swords, murderous swords, but I don't let your sword out of the sheath now, what can you do?"

Yunke said lightly, "What can't I do, just wait for death." ”

The woman's voice laughed, "I just like people like you, and it's refreshing to come and go." ”

There seemed to be an invisible wind in the air that tightly locked Yunke's hands.

Then the snow outside the house poured into the house like flying sand.

Falling snow like cicada wings.

But at this time, each cicada wing is a sharp sword.

These blades were combined, and even Yunke felt the terrifying killing intent hidden in them.

He regretted a little why he didn't call Luo Ning to help.

The silver ticket of 10,000 taels of silver on the table flew in the air and buzzed.

It seemed that as the snowflakes fell, the silver ticket would be shattered.

The woman's hand fell.

The wind and snow suddenly condensed.

But the silver ticket floating in the air was somehow not broken.

Because at some point there was a gentle wind in the sky.

It's kind of smoky.

It's as warm as a spring breeze.

This kind of wind is not a golden wind that can be brought out by any weapon.

But.

The chill in the air was melted by this wind, and it was even more difficult to move forward half a step.

The Yunke that the woman can force can't use the sword.

Then this gentle wind melts the wind and snow in the air, what strength should this person have?

A scream.

The woman's left arm suddenly twisted in a visible arc.

The wind and snow stopped in an instant.

A fleshy paw appeared in the air.

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