On the fifteenth day of the first month, Chang'an City, Luosongpo.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Chang'an is bustling and lively, the lights are dim, and everyone is immersed in the beautiful night.

It's snowing again today, it's goose feather snow, everywhere is white, the earth is covered in silver, occasionally a gust of north wind blows, and the snowflakes are flying, which is very beautiful.

In the past few days, Baili Xingfeng has been healing, and on that day, he fought with the night Tianzi of Luosong Inn, and the injury was not light.

That day and night, the Son of Heaven poured all his strength into the two silver needles, and threw them out with the secret weapon technique of the Falling Pine Divine Needle, cutting off all the retreats of the Baili Xingfeng, and in desperation, the Baili Xingfeng could only open the way for Juque, attack forward, and kill the Night Tianzi at the cost of serious injuries in the helpless act of injuring 1,000 enemies and losing 800 self-inflicted losses.

Although the night Tianzi died, more than a dozen silver needles were shot into the legs of Baili Xingfeng, and in the past few days, Baili Xingfeng has been conditioning the meridians of his legs and recovering his vitality.

A few days have passed, and his health is fine. Of course, this is also thanks to Beitang Feixue's drug conditioning in the past few days.

In the early morning, the wind was very small, the sunlight was very light, so faint that only a halo could be seen, and more than a foot of snow had accumulated on the ground outside the inn.

In the small inn, Baili Xingfeng and Beitang Feixue are eating breakfast.

After getting along with Beitang Feixue for a few days, Baili Xingfeng already feels that Beitang Feixue is no longer so annoying.

Of course, Beitang Feixue also forgave Baili Xingfeng for the rude thing that he did to her in the Huangyan Cave that day.

For the time being, there is no contradiction between the two.

Baili Xingfeng took a sip of millet porridge, looked at the sky outside, and then looked at the flying snow in Beitang, and said, "Today, the weather is good!"

Beitang Feixue raised her face, glanced at him, and said, "If you don't know how to talk, you will be silent, your pick-up method is already very old-fashioned, do you know?"

After hearing this, Baili Xingfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know how to get close to people, and my master didn't teach me this, except for the sword that I practiced with him for seventeen years, I didn't learn anything else." ”

Beitang Feixue shook her head, took a sip of morning tea, and said, "Do you know? ”

Baili Xingfeng took another sip of porridge, cleared his throat, and said: "I am strong in martial arts and superb in swordsmanship, I will definitely be able to survive in the rivers and lakes, and I believe that I will write a legend in the rivers and lakes." ”

Beitang Feixue shook her head and said, "Huang Po sells melons and boasts. ”

Baili Xingfeng said suspiciously: "What?"

Beitang Feixue shook his head and said, "It's nothing?"

Baili Xingfeng sat up straight, and said solemnly: "I'm serious, I came to Chang'an City this time to challenge the Chunjun Sword, defeat Shangguan Yuntian, and make a name for himself in the martial arts."

Beitang Feixue looked at Baili Xingfeng and asked lightly, "Then what?"

Baili Xingfeng was puzzled: "What?"

Beitang Feixue asked, "What about after you defeated the Pure Jun Sword?"

Baili Xingfeng's expression was shocked: "That is naturally a challenge to the Fish Intestine Sword, and then, it is the Longyuan Sword." ”

Beitang Feixue looked at Baili Xingfeng and asked lightly, "Next, is it challenging my sister's Chixiao Sword?" ”

Baili Xingfeng looked at Beitang Feixue and nodded firmly.

Beitang Feixue was silent.

For a while, neither of them spoke, just quietly eating morning tea, early.

After a while, Beitang Feixue said, "You've caused too much trouble in Luosongpo recently, be careful when you go out." ”

"Oh. ”

With that, Beitang Feixue got up and walked outside the inn.

Baili Xingfeng asked, "Where are you going?"

Beitang Feixue replied, "Find my master." ”

Baili Xingfeng paused, and then asked, "Is Uncle Shi okay lately?"

Beitang Feixue raised her eyebrows and said, "It's rare that you still care about his old man, his old man is very good." ”

Baili Xingfeng was just about to speak, but Beitang Feixue had already walked out of the small inn.

Baili Xingfeng shook his head: How could I keep wanting to talk to her, this is not like me, what the hell is wrong with me.

He shook his head again, simply stopped thinking about this, lowered his head for a hundred miles, drank a mouthful of porridge, took a bite of steamed buns, and chewed it.

After a full meal, Baili Xingfeng also carried Juque on his back and walked out of the small inn.

More than a foot of snow was almost knee-deep, but this could not hinder the pace of a hundred miles of wind.

He's going to a place, the Fallen Pine Inn.

Because he heard from the shopkeeper in the morning that there have been many major events in the Luosong Inn recently.

Passing through a few streets, in the distance, the Luosong Inn was already in sight.

Hundreds of miles of wind carried the giant que on his back and strolled over.

Slowly, Baili Xingfeng found that there were many people surrounded by the notice wall at the entrance of the Luosong Inn, among these people were martial arts heroes, three religions and nine streams, ordinary people, businessmen and rich people, with curiosity, Baili Xingfeng walked over.

Walking to a place where there were few people, Baili Xingfeng finally saw the notice.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank to the tip of a needle, and his wolf-like eyes stared at the notice.

The notice is as follows: Three months later, on March 15, Luosongpo, the sword competition, the number of sword honor, I hope that all the martial arts heroes who make the sword should participate.

According to Master, he participated in the sword competition thirty years ago and won the title of Sword Venerable in one fell swoop. As the descendant of the Sword Venerable, it seems that this is a sword competition, and it is necessary to participate. Suddenly, Baili Xingfeng felt a gaze staring at him, a cold gaze. As soon as I turned around, the feeling of a thorn in my back disappeared again.

Baili Xingfeng's pupils gradually narrowed, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

His lips pursed slightly, and his eyes looked around sharply, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

He trusts his instincts, he can't be wrong, there must be something.

Baili Xingfeng thought about it while slowly yearning for the small inn to go back.

After leaving the door of the Luosong Inn, Baili Xingfeng always felt that there was a pair of eyes looking at him.

Finally, when passing a street, the footsteps of Baili Xingfeng stopped.

The street doesn't look any different, just quieter.

But if it's so quiet that you're alone, do you still feel that it makes no difference?

The whole street was quiet, so quiet that you could hear your own footsteps.

However, the wind is still moving forward step by step.

The wind blows gently.

Dead leaves, with snowflakes swirling and swaying in the streets.

Suddenly, I only heard the sound of "whoosh", not far from the front, about five zhang away, a cold arrow suddenly shot out of the snow, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Baili Xingfeng.

Baili Xingfeng's eyes narrowed, and a cold and bloodthirsty anger flashed on his face.

"Whoosh. ”

I saw that Baili Xingfeng took a step to the left, dodged the cold arrow, and his body immediately shot forward like an arrow from the string.

The distance of five zhang is just a matter of moments for a martial arts master.

In an instant, the hundred-mile wind had already inserted the giant que into the ground, and the four-foot-long giant que was submerged two feet into the ground, and half of it was inserted. I saw that on the snow-white ground, gradually, a red appeared, which was blood.

Baili Xingfeng pulled out Juque, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, there was no trace of blood on the tip of Juque, it was shining, Baili Xingfeng's eyes were cold and starry, his face was extremely cold, and his gaze slowly swept around.

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