The next morning, the ashes of the campfire and the fleshless bones were still visible, and some of the Gaoshan people were cleaning up the dance hall. Outside the village gate, Akyu said goodbye to the people of Kunlun Gate. They didn't need to ride horses, because of the trouble, so they flew back to Kunlun Gate.

began to live a life of sword practice again, and their goal was to practice the "Heavenly Thunder Thunder" sword technique. Zhao Qingzhe looked at Ouyang Haimin's face and felt that it didn't have much impact on her, so he didn't care about it anymore. He returned to his room in the ancestral hall, picked up the bamboo slip and looked at it.

It wasn't long before he remembered that he hadn't cleaned the courtyard this morning, so he went to look at it, and was surprised to see that it was clean and there wasn't a single leaf left. He thought that it should be the master who cleaned up.

That's right, it was his master Yinyi who cleaned it, and that was because he hadn't taken a broom for ten years, and he was a little nostalgic. In the future, if Zhao Qingzhe has the opportunity to go to the Central Plains, then it will be up to him to clean the courtyard. He had thought of it a long time ago.

Zhao Qingzhe returned to his room, and he no longer looked at the bamboo slips, because it was the same no matter how many times he looked at it. He suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he lay down on the bed, thought about some questions, and before he knew it, he fell asleep, and it was noon.

Ouyang Haimin and Zhao Xiaoxin were in their room chatting about the Gaoshan Clan's picnic party. Zhao Xiaoxin said enthusiastically that the sachet of the Gaoshan girl was very chic and charming.

"Senior sister, look, it smells very good," Zhao Xiaoxin said.

"Who sent it, it's so beautifully embroidered!"

"It was given to that girl from Akyu, her name is Alina. ”

"She's very nice, she's beautiful, and she's lucky. ”

"Senior sister, she gave me two, you and I will give you this!" Zhao Xiaoxin happily stretched out her hand and handed it over. Ouyang Haimin couldn't resist the temptation and was embarrassed to refuse, so she had no choice but to take the sachet.

"Thank you, Xiaoxin. ”

The two good teachers and sisters chatted again. They spent the whole day like this.

One day, the sun was shining brightly, and there was only a slight breeze. Everyone began to practice swords on Yuzhen Peak.

"Where did the aroma come from?" Zhao Qingzhe walked to the Sword Dance Square and asked Ouyang Haimin and Zhao Xiaoxin, "It smells so good!"

"Hey, brother," Zhao Xiaoxin spoke first, and made a coquettish appearance, she was never awkward to her brother, and then said, "The fragrance of a woman." ”

Ouyang Haimin was amused by her, and she was embarrassed.

Zhao Xiaoxin also smiled. And Zhao Qingzhe felt as if he was being teased, and he couldn't laugh or not, so he could only stare at them and their clothes blankly. Suddenly, he noticed that they had a novel sachet tied around their waists, and he smiled slightly.

"What's the matter, smiling so happily!" asked Liu Cong, who walked over to him.

"Hey, it's a trivial matter," Zhao Qingzhe replied, "Let's go!"

"You go first, I'll ...... later," Ouyang Haimin said.

The three of them looked at her inexplicably, but they still went up to Yuzhen Peak first.

Ouyang Haimin and Yicuo were the last to arrive at Yuzhen Peak, and they were talking and laughing, looking very happy. They were still practicing their swords in that old place, and they were still closer to each other. Liu Cong couldn't get used to it, so in order to hide his jealousy, he went to Zhao Xiaoxin and said that the two were learning swordsmanship, and Zhao Xiaoxin readily agreed. Zhao Qingzhe was still practicing his sword alone in his remote corner, he had already put it down, didn't look at it or asked, and let them do what they did.

Now, Yuzhen Peak is not as cold as before, because everyone is used to it. The top of the mountain, which is covered with snow all the year round, is really a beautiful sight! I don't know how many generations of Kunlun disciples have been welcomed in this place, maybe dozens of generations, thousands of years.

This whole day was passed away by sword practice. At this time, Zhao Qingzhe let go of his love for Ouyang Haimin and devoted himself to practicing swords, which may have been a last resort, but this was his fate.