The night passed, and when Li Zijin opened his eyes, it was already three poles in the day.

After careful calculation, seven hours have passed since I lived in this room with my little sister last night and woke up from sleep.

The boy hadn't slept so sweetly for a long time, and in a foreign country, he could still sleep so soundly, and the cage of sandalwood in the house was probably calming.

Previously, on the Xianjia ferry named Kunpeng, the girl had also lit sandalwood in the house, but the young man who slept in the same room with a woman for the first time at that time was the one who tossed and turned at night.

Tossing and turning, not sleeping soundly. However, the ferry maid, after being in contact with Li Zijin for a while, slept very sweetly, if she hadn't developed the habit of getting up early every day, I am afraid that Li Zijin would have to wake her up during that time.

In fact, she is not so relieved of every guest on the ferry, but in the eyes of the girl, this "Li Gongzi", staying with him can make people feel at ease.

There was still snow outside the window, and the backyard and pond of the Flying Snow Inn, Jinhuai Bookstore, had been covered with a layer of snow.

Li Zijin sat up and called out to the little junior sister, but no one answered.

Although the two beds in the room are spliced together, there is still a curtain between the head and the end of the bed.

Hong Shao has never run around, and Li Zijin, who didn't realize that he had overslept, hurriedly got dressed, picked up the Cuiqu sword and got up.

He leaned against the window and looked into the courtyard first, only to see two guests who were incompatible with the Feixue Inn, or even the entire Jinhuai City, talking to the old man in the Confucian shirt in the bamboo pavilion in the backyard of the Feixue Inn.

Among the two, one of the men, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was wearing a white Arowana suit and a sword on the left side of his waist, and was playing against the old man in the Confucian shirt.

Another man who looked like an attendant, wearing a cloak and a mask, made it difficult to see his true face. Doesn't seem to want to be recognized. It's just that he doesn't have a weapon on his body, or rather, his weapon is not on the surface.

From Li Zijin's point of view, it is just right to see the facial expressions of the two of them, although the noble man in the white Arowana suit has tried his best to hide his inner uneasiness and restlessness, but he can still catch a trace of imperceptible traces from his "small movements" and subtle changes in his expression.

He was a little anxious.

The old man in the Confucian shirt looked relaxed, sat comfortably, and behaved casually, and the old man would stop from time to time to say a few words to the man in the white dragon fish suit, and the latter was mostly silent and rarely agreed.

Nodding or shaking his head occasionally, just looking at it from a distance, gave the boy the feeling that the man was quite precious to his words.

Only glanced at the three people in the bamboo pavilion a few times when he was looking for the figure of the little junior sister Hong Shao, Li Zijin didn't find the figure he wanted to find, so he hurried downstairs.

In the entire Flying Snow Inn, no Hongshao was found.

He gradually panicked.

The little sister never runs blindly, could it be that someone sneaked into the room?

I didn't even notice it.

Thinking of the shopkeeper of the Flying Snow Inn last night, he said that this inn was a mixed bag, and there were everyone.

The boy was a little annoyed and worried. Standing on the first floor of the crowded inn, looking left and right in the narrow aisles with very short spacing, helpless.

He spotted a figure, with a force under his feet, and took several steps, passing through the crowd and jumping over the table. He had already inadvertently used the body technique taught by the elder of the pavilion, leaving several afterimages in the inn, and instantly appeared behind the middle-aged man.

Li Zijin put one hand on the man's shoulder, and asked in a somewhat hurried tone, "Shopkeeper, did you see the girl who stayed with me last night?"

When the handsome young man in the green shirt with a sword on his back used a mysterious body technique in the lobby of the Flying Snow Inn that many people had never heard of, he instantly swept over dozens of people, crossed from one end of the hall to the other, and left several afterimages in the air.

Some of the people in the Flying Snow Inn regarded the young swordsman in the green shirt as a character who was not easy to provoke, and they firmly remembered his appearance, and planned that when they saw this young swordsman with a very fast body in Jinhuai City in the future, it was best to take a detour and not offend him.

There are also a small number of Qi Refiners in the second and third realms of the realm, who came to such a small border town as Jinhuai City to deceive them in the name of immortal masters on the mountain, and they are mixed in the mansions of the major families in Jinhuai City, or they are on their way to those mansions. Now that I have seen the young man's "tricks", I just think that he is a fellow believer, and it is just that he is relying on this kind of trick that cannot be used to make a name for worship in the mansion of a dignitary, and cheat to eat and drink.

There are also some people, the realm is higher, and the road is not so wild, the reason why they appear in Jinhuai City, where fish and dragons are mixed, and appear in this Feixue Inn is purely just passing by, and they are curious about the young man in the green shirt and the sword at most, but they are not afraid or disdainful.

An inadvertently revealed figure, a Flying Snow Inn of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the people on the mountain and the people under the mountain, see each other.

The middle-aged shopkeeper turned sideways slightly, glanced at the young man in green shirts, and looked at the surrounding spectators who were not too busy, and thought that this young swordsman in green shirts was going to have a big fight with the middle-aged shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper of the Feixue Inn still raised half of his eyelids, and said to Li Zijin weakly: "Look at the inner room, maybe you can find it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the green shirt once again pulled out several afterimages in the air, and instantly rushed into a corner of the lobby of the Feixue Inn, and entered the so-called "inner room" of the shopkeeper.

The cook is cooking, opening the bow left and right, flipping the spoon on both sides at the same time, and one person stir-frying two pots of dishes.

The fragrance is overflowing, the fire is soaring, but there is no danger, under a closer look, at the end of the firelight, there is a koi girl with a hosta on her head behind the fat cook, her eyes and small mouth are wide open, as if she has seen something terrible, and she clapps behind the person and admires endlessly.

Li Zijin let out a sigh of relief, a little displeased, and asked, "Hong Shao, why are you here?" ”

The girl in white turned her head and saw the young man's figure, as if she hadn't heard the blame in his tone at all, and smiled happily: "Senior brother, you're here!"

She jumped up, came to the senior brother's side, and stood still, the reprimand words that the latter just wanted to say were forced back, and finally could only raise a hand, originally intended to knock the chestnut, but when it finally landed on the head of the girl in white, it became a gentle touch.

The cook was tired and hot, sweating profusely at the moment, but he happened to see a pair of fairy couples beside him, "you and me", the fat cook, who had been single for many years and had only practiced one-handed kung fu, secretly scolded: "The kitchen is heavy, and the idle people are all out!"

Li Zijin nodded and pulled the little junior sister out of the back room.

Hong Shao couldn't understand why the amiable fat cook uncle from before suddenly changed from "little girl, how is it, I'm very good at this job, right?" to a fierce kitchen heavyweight, some idle people waiting.

This ability to turn her face and not recognize people is too powerful, but she just praised the fat chef uncle for his great kung fu.

In the lobby of the Flying Snow Inn, some people in the rivers and lakes who had some thoughts about the girl in white before, after catching a glimpse of the young swordsman in green shirt, who was already able to pull out the afterimage, actually met her, and they all dispelled the "immature thoughts" in their hearts.

After all, there are so many women, but there is only one life.

Don't die when the time comes, you don't even touch the pomegranate skirt, it will outweigh the losses.

As soon as he left the back kitchen, Li Zijin still reminded the little junior sister that she must stop wandering around when she goes out, it is easy to suffer when you meet bad people.

Although she has two extremely high-quality immortal robes on her body, no one wants to risk the safety of the people they cherish, to bet on whether the immortal robes are effective, or the opponent's magic power is powerful.

Hong Shao sighed, saying that he listened to it, and he would definitely not wander around next time, which made the senior brother worried.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and muttered in a low voice, "Hong Shao just wants to come out to breathe, the room is too stuffy." ”

The girl didn't like the smell of sandalwood.

"Okay, next time you have to breathe, remember to wake up my senior brother, I'll accompany you." The young man no longer stiffened his face, showed a smile, and casually picked up an umbrella from the corner of the lobby, which was a small gift provided by the Flying Snow Inn to the overnight guests.

Li Zijin opened the umbrella, took the lead into the backyard of the Feixue Inn, turned his head and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to breathe?"

The girl, who was still slightly stunned, narrowed her eyes into slits, and jumped to her senior brother's side, extremely happy.

In the frost and snow, the two held an umbrella together and walked in the courtyard.

The attendant in the bamboo pavilion in the courtyard, who was wearing a black cloak and a mask, cast his eyes at the two of them the first moment the boy and girl stepped into the courtyard, taking in their cultivation realm.

The attendant gave the girl a second look.

In order not to disturb the two people playing in the pavilion, Li Zijin deliberately took Hong Shao to walk on the edge of the courtyard, and kept a long distance from the bamboo pavilion. Even after entering the courtyard, he only waved slightly at the old man in the Confucian shirt who was talking with people, but did not say a word.

Despite this, the extremely sensitive black-clothed attendant still bowed down and asked softly beside the white dragon fish-suited nobleman: "Childe, do you want to ······ ？”

The man was holding a white man, a little uncertain, just now he also saw the young man in green shirt and the girl in white enter the courtyard, waved his hand at the attendant at this moment, and said casually: "This Honghu Prefecture is not my alone, can anyone still be allowed to enter or leave?"

"However, there are many fish and dragons here, and I am only afraid of ······" The attendant was very concerned about the safety of this nobleman.

He dropped lightly and smiled confidently: "I'm afraid they won't come." ”

Li Zijin suddenly felt that the traces of frost and snow falling had changed, as if the snowflakes in a certain area were blocking the way, so there were several "blank spaces" in the courtyard.

Several figures quietly approached the direction of the bamboo pavilion from the surrounding roofs.

They are light on their feet and do not show a trace.

In the lobby of the Feixue Inn, the middle-aged shopkeeper who was pouring tea for the guests paused slightly, turned his head to look at the surprisingly quiet courtyard, and muttered: "If it is really chaotic clouds and water, the showers have been noisy." ”