At Jiang Wuji's insistence, the Queen Mother could only leave.

No matter how she said that she was a woman, it was not a matter of insisting on drilling into the man's room.

Seeing off the Queen Mother, Jiang Wujian returned to the house and thought "hurry up this time".

As a result, Wan'er overworked and slept without the quilt covered.

Looking at the big hook exposed outside, Jiang Wujian could only give up and call it a day.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Yesterday's light snow, not white, but wet everywhere, like just a rain.

Jiang Wuji and the others put on uniform masks, turned over on their horses, and walked towards the snow field.

"Da Da Da ......"

Six days later, it will be the day of the "big wedding" of Hantianmen.

Shen Rongrong is now protected by the Wu family, and no matter how big Hantianmen's ability is, it is impossible to go to the Wu family to rob people.

But the strange thing is that whether it is the snow field or Jiangzhou, it is calm, as if the wedding is unaffected and can be carried out as usual.

I don't know if the cold heavenly gate is really calm, or if there is something else......

"What did Uncle Wu give you? I'm Kangkang~"

Zhu Yao, who had successfully sneaked away, wore a mask much larger than her face, and stretched her neck to look at Jiang Wuji.

Wan'er hadn't recovered from her work too hard last night, so she hadn't noticed the danger approaching.

Jiang Wuji kicked a horse chopping knife across the side of the horse's belly with his foot.

"This is it."

"Hey~ It's ugly, why isn't it a sword or a fan, it's not a river and lake at all."

"......" Jiang Wujian is difficult to evaluate.

Perhaps this is the reason why the horse chopping knife has become unpopular in Dali.

After all, most of the little girls like swords and fans, and hate knives, guns and clubs.

The two weapons of the sword fan and a few points of ink can indeed capture the hearts of many girls.

However, Jiang Wujian didn't care about this, but felt that men should use men's weapons, focusing on a big, long, and () ......

The horse chopping knife given by Wu Ning is similar to the one used by Cao Ze a few days ago, and it belongs to the improved version of the Northwest.

Seven feet long, three feet of blade, four feet of handle, the whole body is silver-white, and the tenon of the knife makes a shape of a tiger pounce, implying the momentum of the tiger going down the mountain.

It's just that the name of this knife sounds domineering to others, but it is a bit strange to Jiang Wuji, it is called White Tiger Slash......

The White Tiger Slash is heavy, heavier than the Nameless Gun.

This knife was first forged by the Wu family craftsmen for three years, and then carved by Wu Ning himself for three years.

The ritual weapon, which took six years to make, is as indestructible as clay.

Under the warmth of energy, it will not only become sharper and sharper, but also form a wonderful connection with the warm person.

At that time, this knife will be as light as a cicada's wings for a gentle person, so it can greatly reduce the burden caused by weight and greatly increase the strength of the knife.

Wu Ning called it: the body of the white tiger.

In addition, the formation pattern on the White Tiger Slash also has a bonus to the sword gang that is emitted with strength.

This morning, when Jiang Wujian glanced at this knife, Wu Ning's old face was obviously twitching.

Six years, how many six years can an ordinary person have?

Putting away his chaotic thoughts, Jiang Wujian clamped the horse's belly and came to Shen Heng's side.

"Pavilion Master Shen, how was your plan last night?"

Jiang Wujian explained some things before going to bed last night, Shen Heng thought about it all night, and now he has almost sorted it out.

"The Moon Peak of Hantianmen is on the east side, there is a path on the west side, we will go up the mountain from that side, and after going up the mountain, we can reach the glacier valley in less than an hour, the valley owner is good, and the Hantianmen ......"

"Although my senior brother has not been on the mountain in recent years, there are many people who have been friends with him before, you and him all the way, I go all the way, if it goes well, you can call people together in less than three days, and you will ...... again at that time."

……

At the same time, the cold sky gate.

A tall "giant" walks on the snow, and every step that falls will stir up a muffled sound.

The body size of more than three meters is completely beyond the scope of a normal person, coupled with the dark purple skin, as well as twisted and violent blood vessels and a disgusting rancid stench.

The thing in front of me should no longer be described as a "human", but a monster, or ...... Corpse!

This person is the master of the Cold Heaven Gate - Gu Binghe.

He wasn't like that, but a well-mannered little student.

Ten years ago, after visiting the statue of the catastrophe, it gradually became this ghost.

However, he himself was very satisfied, and even felt that this was what he really wanted.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Gu Binghe walked to the special stone chair and sat down, his bloodshot eyes full of anger.

He held a huge head in one hand and a dagger of exquisite workmanship in the other.

It was the short sword that Ji Xinghai gave to the children in the wine house, and at this time in his hand, it was a bit like a tooth picking knife......

After getting Gu Binghe's approval, Gu Yuanqing beside him beckoned to a disciple.

When he was young, a child who was picked off and broke his tendons was dragged to the snow.

"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you! ”

The child roared hysterically, even if his hands and feet were useless, even if he was unarmed, his eyes were still full of murderous intent.

It's just that no one pays attention to his weak threat, because this threat has no effect at all.

A disciple opened the door of the house not far away.

There was the sound of chains clashing and a beast-like roar.

As the torches lit, the room lit up, and a poisonous man with a blue face and fangs came into view.

"Roar!"

"Whoa!"

The poisonous man screamed and tried to rush out of the house, but two chains through the lute bone grabbed him.

When the child on the snow saw the poisonous man, he burst into tears.

"Daddy...... Father! ”

"What did you do to my daddy! What did you do to my daddy!! ”

"Hehehe......" Gu Binghe's purple face showed a hideous smile, and he looked down and said, "Isn't it good to reunite your father and son in this seat?" ”

"Daddy, Daddy......"

"What a good boy...... Okay, okay, then let's go in and find your father. ”

The words fell, and the disciples of the Cold Heaven Sect threw the children whose hands and feet were scrapped into the house.

"Roar!"

The owner of the liquor house who had turned into a poisonous man was like a beast dying of hunger, and immediately pounced on it, salivating water.

"Dad, it's me! I'm a child! Father!!! ”

"Ratchak ......"

The poisonous man lost his mind, and in order to get "food", he desperately crawled to his son's side.

His eyes were bloodshot, his nails were digging into the ground, and the chains behind him almost ripped out the entire piece of lute bone.

Everyone in the Cold Heaven Gate looked at this scene with indifferent expressions.

On the contrary, Gu Binghe, who was the initiator, showed a look of regret: "Tiger poison does not eat children, poisonous people are poisonous people, and they are no different from animals." ”

Hearing this, Gu Yuanqing and the others looked a little embarrassed.

The Xuanyin living corpse refined by the door master is one step away from the great achievement.

- Emotion.

There is no rational poisonous person who is easy to refine, but once this kind of poisonous person is released, there is no distinction between friend and foe, and it may not be counterproductive.

And the real "Xuanyin Living Corpse" will retain some people's emotions, as long as there is emotion, you can use it.

"Burn it." Gu Binghe waved his hand and lost interest.

Gu Yuanqing replied and approached with a torch.

And at this moment, the poisonous man suddenly quieted down.

"Dad, I'm Tongtong...... Woo, what's wrong with you, Daddy, Daddy......"

In the midst of the call, the innkeeper's eyes, which had been filled with anger, regained some clarity.

"Child's ......"

"Tong Tong ......"

The poisonous man, who was supposed to only roar like a wild beast, called out his son's name.

Hoarse and unpleasant, he did call his name.

Hearing the sound, Gu Yuanqing and the others hurriedly shouted in unison.

"Congratulations to the door master for his great achievements!"

"Congratulations to the door master for his great achievements!"

Gu Binghe suddenly got up and stared at the poisonous man in the house like a treasure.

When he got closer, he grabbed Tong Tong's head with his huge palm and lifted it up to test it.

"Roar!"

The poisoner immediately became violent, but this time it was to protect Tong Tong, not to eat Tong Tong as he had just done.

Seeing this, Gu Binghe looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Good, good, good!"

"Xuanyin Living Corpse!"

"I've done it!"

"This seat has finally been refined!"

"Hahaha, hahaha......"

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