"Although raising flowers is powerful, how can you love the moon without intention, little brother, congratulations on entering the innate self realm, at such an age, the old man admires!" Hearing the voice behind him, Qinghu turned around and looked, it turned out to be Uncle Wang, a gardener.

Qinghu hurriedly gave a salute, although the person in front of him was named a florist, but that kind of chic and natural bearing, he was by no means an ordinary florist. said: "Uncle Wang, haven't you slept yet?"

"Jiang Tian is free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. If you go to bed early, won't you live up to such a beautiful day!" Uncle Wang said in a low voice, and after speaking, he quietly looked at the bright moon in the sky, and fell into some kind of memory.

Qinghu felt that the person in front of him must be a person with a story, although he was talking about the beautiful scenery, but there was a trace of sadness. Qinghu wanted to say something to dilute the atmosphere in front of him, but after thinking about it, he was silent.

One old and one young, stood in the courtyard, quietly without saying a word. It may be related to the absorption of the qi of Taiyin, looking at the moon, Qinghu felt extremely cordial, so quietly looking, Qinghu actually found that although the moon seems to be unchanged, it seems to have a unique trajectory and wonderful changes, this change can not be seen clearly with the naked eye, Qinghu purely intuitively feels. As the moon changes, the surrounding stars flicker, as if they are shining with the moon.

"No frost, your own Taiyin Qi will only be colder when it is unfolded, how can it be frost-free?" While pondering, he unconsciously used the first seven forms of "Ten Thousand Acres of Snow", "Clouds and Clouds", "Far Away", "Light Smoke", "Afterglow", "Twilight Clouds", and "Bright Moon Hanging", the courtyard was suddenly filled with cold air, and under the cold moon, it was even more bleak.

"Good move! use all your strength to attack me!" Wang Bo shouted. Qinghu did not hesitate, and with a turn of the sword, he attacked Uncle Wang.

But when he attacked Wang Bo's side, Qinghu could no longer advance. Uncle Wang in front of him suddenly turned into a sea of flowers, unable to see his true body, Qinghu's knife momentum had to stop. Qinghu looked at Uncle Wang's true location with his eyes, but Uncle Wang seemed to have disappeared, Qinghu collected his mind, and didn't care where Uncle Wang was, the cold light on the knife skyrocketed, and every knife or slash or chop or stab, like a torrent, destroying all the obstacles in front of him, but the more Qinghu attacked, the more frightened he became, he knew that although he seemed to be amazing, no knife even touched Uncle Wang, and the sea of flowers seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and there was no end in sight.

Suddenly, Qinghu put away his knife and stood with his eyes closed, as if he had thought of something. When it is applied again, it has changed. With each sword, you can hardly feel the power on the knife, but when you touch the sea of flowers in front of you, the true qi suddenly bursts open, and the sea of flowers is suddenly covered by frost, and the flowers keep falling.

This is the first time that Qinghu has fought against someone who cultivates the true qi of the wood system, and it is very likely that he is a master of the wood system of the Divine Mirror. Qinghu's spirit was greatly lifted, and with a long roar, the Cold Moon Knife swung rapidly, constantly changing the shape of the true qi in his body, constantly switching between rigidity and softness. Suddenly his heart moved, and the true qi in his body turned into countless streams from the great rivers, and every time the knife was pointed out, a point of suction was born, and countless knife shadows waved in the sea of flowers, but no flower was damaged, one, two, three, until a hundred, more than a thousand, and finally the entire sea of flowers in front of him was attracted together, and the true qi that wrapped around the flowers suddenly rotated in the opposite direction at the same time. Qinghu hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, the sea of flowers also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Suddenly, Qinghu finally understood what it meant to be frostless, this is a move that can only be practiced when it reaches the realm of the self, which can be done with a knife, fist, and palm, which is a way of changing true qi, just like the sea of flowers in front of him. Between heaven and earth, after sunrise, there is naturally no frost, because every ray of light emitted by the sun contains heat, even if the heaven and earth are covered with frost and snow, it will be melted. And as long as you turn your true qi into thousands of rays of light like the sun, then what else can stop you, and if every true qi can be turned into an air sword, how powerful it is. Of course, the current Qinghu can only imagine that kind of realm, and at present, he is only a first glimpse of the door, and tonight under the sea of flowers of Uncle Wang, he has already exerted extraordinary strength.

"I don't know the name of the seniors, the grace of the predecessors, Qinghu remembers it!" Qinghu bowed his hand and saluted.

"Hahahaha, what is the preaching, the kid looks too highly at the old man and me, go to bed early!" After speaking, he ignored Qinghu and left the yard.

"What a strange old man, Wang Boxiu is so profound, it can be seen that the other three must also be famous masters, I don't know why, can make the four of them condescend to the general's mansion as domestic servants?" Qinghu thought to himself.

"Hehe, boy, are you also a knife technique?" Qinghu was about to go back to the house, and the person who came said again: "I didn't expect Qingli's descendants to be so bad!"

Qinghu was silent on the surface, but his heart shook wildly, and this was the first time that someone said his origin after coming down the mountain. Qinghu pretended to be dazed and replied, "I don't know what Uncle Chen is talking about? If there is nothing else, the kid will go to bed first!"

Chen Bohaha laughed and said: "Stinky boy, you are quite good at pretending, but your experience is not sophisticated enough, I just finished speaking, although you are silent on the surface, but your breath has changed!"

Qinghu turned around suddenly, and at the same time, while he turned around, the feathers of the fire crow were already in his hand, ready to fight for his life.

Uncle Chen ignored Qinghu and turned to leave. Qinghu became more and more confused, so he followed Uncle Chen, through a long corridor, to an inconspicuous room, Uncle Chen opened the door, beckoned Qinghu to enter, Qinghu hesitated slightly, and then followed the old man in front of him into the house.

Uncle Chen lit up the room, the dim light slowly illuminated half of the room, Qinghu saw a table in the middle of the room, on top of which was an incense burner, and on the top was a spiritual position, Qinghu raised his eyes, "boom", a loud bang in his mind, boundless sadness surged into his heart, "plop", knelt on the ground, and shouted sadly: "Grandpa!" It turned out that the spiritual seat was written "The position of the general of Qingguo Gongzhen of Tianyuan Dynasty".

Uncle Chen's left and right hands seemed to be magically like a chicken leg appeared, feasted happily, ate and cried, and also knelt behind Qinghu, crying and shouting: "Chen Changlin, the forward school of the tiger camp of the Zhenguo Army, greets the marshal!" Then, Qinghu heard the sound of kneeling on the ground three times in succession. "Zhenguo Army Tiger Camp Pro-Military Academy Huang Fuzhou Meets Marshal!" "Zhenguo Army Tiger Camp Protector Military Academy Wang Xiuwen Meets Marshal!" "Zhenguo Army Tiger Camp Flag Guard School Liu Yongfu Meets Marshal!"

Qinghu was sad, he didn't expect that in this remote surrendered city, there were four loyal generals of the grandfather, eight years, he has been hiding Qing's in his heart, through the Great Dream Heart Sutra, the painful hatred in his heart is hidden, today I finally met four people who have a relationship with Qing's, listening to the cry of the four, the long-suppressed feelings finally broke out, and the tears couldn't stop overflowing, but shouted in my heart: "Forgive me, mother, this is definitely the last time I cry!"

After a long time, Qinghu cheered up, slowly stood up, and then helped the four old generals of the Zhenguo Army up in turn. The four of them still had to salute, but Qinghu hurriedly stopped them.

"Four generals, how do you know that I am from the Qing family?" Qinghu asked in a deep voice.

"Young Master Qiyuhu, three years ago, General Qingfu sent someone to send us a letter, telling us the portraits and information of several young masters, let us pay more attention! Compared to the portrait, you have some changes, we are not too sure, but after overhearing the conversation between you and Shi Chong, we have already determined that you are Young Master Qinghu!" replied to Uncle Wang, a gardener.

"A few of them are my elders, don't call me young master in the future, don't treat me as a young master, this makes me uncomfortable, I am now under the pseudonym Hu Qing, and a few people can call me Hu Qing in public!" Qinghu said.

"Obey the young master's orders!" the four replied in unison.

"Hey, alas, this ......" Qinghu didn't know what to say for a while, and became incoherent.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing Qinghu's embarrassing appearance, the four of them couldn't help but be happy, and there was a little more respect in their eyes when they looked at Qinghu.

"How did the four uncles come to the Surrendered City, and how could they get involved with Gui Yafu?" Qinghu asked again.

This time the answer was Huangfu Zhou, who was usually in charge of guarding the door, this person had a big waist and a round waist, was more than eight feet tall, his face was like black charcoal, his eyes were shining, and the timid were frightened. He replied in a rough voice: "Less...... Thirty years ago, for some reason, the four of us suddenly arranged for the four of us to die on the battlefield one by one, but in fact they let us come to the northwest, change our names, and rejoin the account of King Wu, and help King Wu to resist Beihuan in the future.

Qinghu's face changed greatly, and he said in a cold voice: "Then you are now Tiandan's subordinates?"

"No, no, young master, you have a misunderstanding, after the tragedy in Qingzhuang, the four of us heard the news and wanted to find Tian Dan to settle accounts, and then General Qingfu came to me four and told us the details, the responsibility is not on Tian Dan and Gui Yafu, saying that he suspected that the person behind the scenes was the eldest prince Tian Qi, and the four of us came to the surrendered city according to the orders of General Qingfu on the grounds that they were tired of the army, and waited for the opportunity. Uncle Chen, who was eating chicken legs, hurriedly explained.

Hearing Qingfu's name, Qinghu calmed down, although he didn't meet Qingfu much, but this person was unparalleled in his wisdom and scheming, and there must be a special arrangement.

"Then later, did Grandpa Fu contact you again, did you ever tell me whether Tian Qi was the person behind the scenes, and the whereabouts of Grandpa Jiu and my mother Meng Qing?" Qinghu asked again.

"At present, I only suspect Tian Qi, there is no real evidence, all the people who know about it died tragically, so General Qingfu is only suspicious, and it cannot be finally determined, besides, Tian Qi has a good name and is the son of King Wu, without real evidence, General Qingfu can't do anything!"

"Tian Qi!Tian Qi!" Qinghu silently recited the name in his heart.

"General Qingfu asked us to tell you that the Ninth Elder Qingsong and your mother are safe now, but they haven't told us where they are!"

After knowing that the Nine Elders and his mother were safe, Qinghu was relieved, but he felt extremely longing.