Qin Sheng had always thought so before.

The identity of the master is supreme, and his martial arts cultivation is unmatched, his face is noble, and he is dressed in snow clothes and looks like a fairy in the world.

Always with the dignity and majesty of sacrosanctity.

But recently, this mood and cognition have quietly changed a little.

The weather is getting colder day by day.

The climate on the top of the Nine Pavilions is colder than elsewhere, and it is really winter at the end of October. The mountains are all masters, and they don't feel much about the cold, so as far as the eye can see, all of them are wearing thin green clothes, at most a long robe, and I have never seen anyone wearing a big robe or a thick robe.

The master of his family is also wearing a light snow-white robe all the year round, elegant as the wind, indifferent as a fairy.

If it was in the past, of course Qin Sheng didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Not this year.

Di Xiu's internal injuries have not healed, although after nearly three months of careful recuperation, his pale face is still a little weak, and it is really a luxury to want to return to his previous state.

Qin Shang also realized that the higher the internal force, the more serious the injury of the true qi overdraft, and the more serious the damage caused to the vitality, how easy is it to recover?

The colder it gets, the less bloodless Di Xiu's face looks.

Qin Shang was not very relieved, and ordered his subordinates to prepare a few large pieces for the master to keep the master warm.

However, a veteran master told him that there was a snow wolf Qiu Dayu in the cabinet of the master's bedroom, which had been kept for many years.

Qin Shang was stunned when he heard this, and then somehow, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, and he almost couldn't wait to go back to the palace to rummage through it.

In addition to the bedclothes, most of the owner's wardrobe is a white snow shirt and a light robe, and after looking for a long time, I didn't even find the shadow of the big one.

He thought about it for a long time, and with a flash of inspiration in his mind, he tried to press a mechanism button on the inside of the wall, and saw the snow-white, spotless snow wolf fur in a cabinet that had never been opened.

The color that catches the eye is so familiar, so familiar that it instantly brings him back to the winter when it was snowy.

Reaching out and touching it, the soft and warm fur and smooth touch make people love it.

Because it was so well harvested, the fur still had the same appearance as it had been twelve years ago, intact, without a trace of dirt and dust, without a trace of residual blood, and as pure white as snow.

Qin Sheng stared at this big room for a long time, and his expression was indescribably complicated.

At this time, the thought that came to my mind did not have much emotion, but I just felt that the snow wolf's fur was really soft and smooth, it felt extremely good, and it could be kept for so long without changing its shape.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the fur of the king of wolves.

The master was playing against Jiuwei at this time, and Qin Sheng usually didn't bother them at this time, until the time was almost up, he carefully took the big gun out of the cupboard, turned around and walked out.

Put the big dan in a cool and ventilated place, although it was clean enough, Qin Shang still felt that he should clean it up before putting it on for his master.

Emperor Xiu didn't know about Da Yu for the time being.

In the past few days, the first level of Jiuwei Cultivation Nine Mysteries Mirror has just come out of retreat, and Emperor Xiu is teaching him some mental methods, and the two will play for half an hour after dinner.

For three days in a row, Qin Shang would be alone in front of this big piece for a while when Emperor Xiu and Jiuwei were playing.