"You bastard, where do you put your hands?"

Early in the morning, as soon as the sun rose, Qiudian's angry voice sounded in the room, the two of them hugged each other ambiguously somehow, Zhang Zheng's hands were still pinched in the soft place, until she lifted his two ears, Zhang Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, "What are you doing?" He hasn't found out the seriousness of the matter yet, recently, two internal forces in his body collided, so he has been very tired, and his brain is not particularly useful, like a mess of paste.

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He moved his fingers, and suddenly found a warm ball in his hand, and turned his head awkwardly, just to see Qiudian's murderous gaze, his eyes moved downward, and a large area of snow white entered his eyes, and strangely there was a hand on it, and he found that this hand was very familiar.

"I don't know anything. Zhang Zheng said in a deep voice, and then naturally withdrew his palm and got up neatly: "My brain has been confused for the past two days." While dressing, he said helplessly: "The trauma is almost healed, you can go out for a walk, and it will be boring to stay in the room for a long time." ”

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Qiudian looked at him strangely, there was a faint loss in her eyes, and then she quickly disappeared, she slept in clothes at night, turned over and got up from the bed, saw that Zhang was dressing, so he stepped forward and took out a belt and tied it gently, and then took out a cloak and a fox fur from the bedside cabinet.

In the early spring, Tianxue City still had a little chill, and she was afraid that Zhang Zheng's internal injuries had not healed and she would not be able to stand the cold.

"I'm bothering you these days, Qiudian. He whispered, but he stretched out his hands and let her move behind her.

"Hmph" Qiudian said angrily: "Do you still know how to trouble me?"

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"Yes, very handsome. She turned to the front of Zhang Zheng, and Meimu looked at it for a moment, as if she was looking at her most proud work: "When you are well, go and work for me." She rolled her eyes.

"Didn't I do your laundry?" he quipped, laughing. Qiudianqiao blushed and stopped talking.

Zhang Zhengxi touched his waist, this is the most basic habit of a swordsman, but he didn't touch anything, then he remembered that his long knife was still buried in the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion, he sighed, the knife was very easy to use, but it was lost the first time it was unsheathed, and he was relieved to think about it, so he could only wait for the opportunity to find an ice blade again in the future.

At his level, unless he is facing an evenly matched opponent like Li Qiankun, it is the same with or without a knife.

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"You're looking for it. Qiudian seemed to see through his thoughts, smiled brightly, and took out a long knife with a sheath like a trick, five feet long, with no blood on it. She explained: "They sent a lot of magic weapons, and I saw them in the treasury, so I brought them out. ”

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Taking the long knife, he pulled out half of the blade, the snowy blade flashed with cold light, and his fingers caressed, but the piercing coldness made him extremely familiar.

There is always some faint connection between a real swordsman and his own knife, and he seems to be able to feel the knife in his hand groaning.

"Old man, it's back again. Zhang Zheng chuckled, tied the long knife around his waist, and turned around and said, "Let's go, go out for a walk with me." ”

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"Ah" Qiudian was flattered, let out an exclamation, and then his face was happy, and he began to change his clothes in a hurry, put on makeup, freshen up, and dress up, completely ignoring Zhang Zheng who was still in the house.

There was a noisy sound, about the time of tea, Qiudian, who was wearing a pink dress, took his hand out of the room, Zhang Zheng was very helpless, and his hand could not be drawn, so he could only walk on the street of Snow City.

The white stone-paved floor stretches into the distance, and the crowds are crowded, and all kinds of shops are open for business, but there are not many people who patronize them.

"Look, this one is so beautiful"

"And this"

"I want this ......"

Qiudian is like a little bird that does not shut up, looking east and west, even some children's things can surprise her, holding his arm with one hand, and the other hand is full of sugar gourds, eating happily.

Zhang Zheng covered his forehead, his face expressionless, and let her pull and walk.

In fact, he was secretly running the cold ice true qi, constantly assimilating the internal force left by Li Qiankun, every second passed, the internal force in his dantian was skyrocketing, as long as he refined the skills of these hundreds of years, his strength would increase, and he might be able to push his strength into the realm of Dongxuan with the domineering of the cold ice true qi.

As for the external injury, it is almost healed, King Kong is not bad, and the great consummation of divine skills brings terrifying qi and blood growth and perverted recovery. Most of the internal injuries have healed, but it may take some time to heal completely.

"Don't look at it, let's go. He said helplessly, and then forcibly pulled her away from the door of a jade shop.

Passing through the street, there is a quiet urban area in the back, surrounded by high-rise buildings and deep gardens, and there is no one behind.

This place is inhabited by the nobles of Tianxue City, as well as those rich merchants.

Each mansion is extremely gorgeous and expensive, and the vermilion gate is closed, but it reveals a trace of red dust.

However, there are exceptions, walking through seven or eight houses, and finally saw a simple Taoist hall, quietly located there, there are two swords in front of the door, a young man in sackcloth guards, there are four big black characters on the plaque: "Qingfeng Sword Pavilion", silver hook iron painting, hidden in the moment of a terrible edge, sharp sword qi stings Zhang Zheng's eyes, in the dark, he felt a majestic entrenchment on the plaque.

"Interesting. He chuckled, and then his eyes fell on the bodies of the two sword-wearing boys, and he saw through the cultivation of the two at a glance, and opened up the five meridians, at this age, he could do this, and his talent was barely okay, not amazing, but not bad.

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"What's interesting. Qiudian looked around, but she didn't see anything interesting, she had confusion on her face, she could only say that Qiudian's cultivation and realm were too low, although she also relied on the power of the pill to forcibly open up the second vein of Rendu, but she didn't feel the existence of sword intent at all.

"Do you know the Qingfeng Sword Pavilion?" he asked, pointing to the plaque.

"Yes. She nodded and said, "Qing Fengzi, the number one swordsman in Heavenly Snow City, is the pavilion master here. ”

"Do you know him?" Qiudian said curiously.

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"I don't know" Zhang Zheng shook his head: "But it's not too late to know now." With that, he strode directly towards the gate of the Sword Pavilion, and two young men with swords on their backs stopped him.

Qiudian, who was behind, walked up and said to the two: "The Red Flower Pavilion came to visit the owner of the Qingfengzi Pavilion, and I hope that the two little brothers will spread the word." ”

They looked at each other, and one hurried to report, while the other continued to stand guard at the door, not speaking, his eyes staring straight into the distance.

"See, no. She smiled proudly, and then naturally took half a step back and came to stand beside Zhang Zheng.

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In a short time, there were hurried footsteps coming from inside, the black door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest with a sword on his back walked out, walked quickly in front of Zhang Zheng, and said apologetically: "I don't know if the two of you visited, there are many inconsiderates, and I hope to bear with me." This person was Qing Fengzi, one of the first two to arrive at the City Lord's Mansion, and he paid a lot of attention to Zhang Zheng, so he could recognize him at first sight.

"Rushing to the door, the owner of the museum should not blame it, so why not talk about it. He said softly.

"Come with me, both of you. Qingfengzi led the way in front, he and Qiudian followed leisurely, not in a hurry, there was a lot of talk and laughter in the three of them, but it was not embarrassing.

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The layout of the courtyard is very simple, there are only some basic pavilions and pavilions, but there are a lot of pieces of green bamboo, and it is not affected by the cold winter, it is still full of green leaves, it can be seen that Qingfengzi loves green bamboo, Yaxing is full.

Walking around, you can occasionally see people taking care of the surroundings, all of them are the same as the disciples at the door, wearing coarse linen clothes and wearing long swords.

When these disciples of the Sword Pavilion saw Zhang Zheng and the others, they seemed to turn a blind eye, and they were still busy with the work in their hands.

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After walking more than 100 steps, passing through the front yard, and walking through the martial arts arena, the rise of Qingfengzi and Zhang Zhengtan, constantly introducing the scenery in the courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a stone gate.

I smelled an intoxicating fragrance from afar.