In the southern region of Yan State, Heyang City.
Bai Ze entered the city, and not long after, the news was sent to the Chamber of Commerce.
"Girl, Mr. Bai Ze has entered the city." The maid Qing'er entered the study and said to the girl writing at Chen Xiang's desk, "Girl, where did Mr. Bai Ze go in the past twenty days?"
"Go where he belongs." Yu Youwei said, wrote the last word, and sighed: "Senior Sword Immortal is indeed a strange man who capped the world of swordsmanship in Kyushu. He is the best in swordsmanship, poetry, writing, and wine. Alas, I really don't know. When will I be able to do this?"
"Zhang Wei is full of praise for the girl's calligraphy!" Qing'er said, "He said that the girl's state has reached the point where the world and the earth are harmonious. Even the calligraphy sages from the Confucian sect will look at her differently when they see her."
Zhang Wei, the Snow-Winged Wolf King on the main peak of the Dushan Mountains, the Dushan King among the monks in the north.
"Chichi, chichi." In the sapphire pen holder, the palm-sized military beast Zhu Yan held a brush, covered himself with ink, and grinned at Yu Youwei.
"What are you following, you monkey head?" Yu Youwei stretched out a finger, lightly tapped Zhu Yan's furry head, and said, "It's covered in ink. It's so dirty. I don't care about you. Clean it up yourself." .”
Zhu Yan screamed twice and covered his forehead with dissatisfaction. His monkey eyes rolled around and he wanted to hug Yu Youwei's green fingers affectionately.
Yu Youwei didn't let him succeed.
The girl stood up and said to Qing'er: "It's still early today, just in time. I'm tired of staying in the city. Why don't we ask Mr. Bai Ze to go to Reed Lake ten miles outside the city to watch the snow."
"Girl." Qing'er snickered, "You are not really attracted to Mr. Bai Ze, are you? When we were in Dushan, no matter how many times Zhang Wei invited you, you wouldn't even go out with him."
In Qing'er's opinion, Zhang Wei is also the famous Dushan King. Although Mr. Bai Ze is a bit stronger in cultivation talent, compared with Zhang Wei, he is obviously still incomparable!
"He is strong, but he is also old after all." Yu Youwei said, "To get along with him, he is just like my father, boring."
Qing'er: "..."
"Chichi, chichi!" Zhu Yan grabbed the brush, raised it angrily, and flaunted his power at Yu Youwei, as if he was complaining about the Dushan King.
At this moment, shopkeeper Dong of the Chamber of Commerce asked to see him.
"Girl, Mr. Bai Ze and Miss Qinglin are here." Shopkeeper Dong, who looked more and more round outside the door, said.
"Look, you really got what you said!" Qing'er said with a smile.
Yu Youwei also smiled.
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Ten miles outside Heyang City, there is a lake, which is formed by the divergence of Yanshui River. Because in autumn, the sky is full of reeds and snow-white, and the scenery is pleasant, so it is called Reed Lake by the people in the city.
There is a pavilion in the lake, which was built for Mu Suifeng's wife when he took office as the Lord of Heyang City. It was named Huxin Pavilion.
When the wife of the city lord was alive, she loved to take her two children, Mu Chen and Mu Qingling, on a small boat to the lake pavilion to enjoy the scenery in autumn, when the reed flowers were in full bloom.
The city lord's wife has been dead for ten years.
But when that day comes every year, Mu Suifeng still takes his two children to the Huxin Pavilion to watch the reeds all over the lake rippling in the autumn wind, like white clouds brushed by a goddess.
I don’t know if he is looking at the scenery, or through this scenery, looking at his first wife who has been dead for many years.
At this time, the White Deer driver who set off from Heyang City braved the heavy snow, far out of the city gate, and slowly drove towards the lake shrouded in wind and snow.
The driver was wearing a raincoat, and the white deer was puffing white steam in the snow and wind. The antlers on its head were already covered with frost.
Inside and outside the car, there are two worlds.
It was ice and snow outside the car, but the heater was glowing inside.
"Girl, we're here." After an unknown amount of time, the driver spoke in a cold voice and said to the people in the car.
"Have we arrived yet?" The laughter in the car stopped for a moment, and Qing'er got out of the car door first. Being blown by the cold wind outside, she shrank her neck and said, "It's snowing so hard."
Very big snow.
It was as overwhelming as goose feathers.
Apart from the sound of the white deer breathing, there is only the sound of the rustling white snow between heaven and earth.
Bai Ze hugged Qing Lin and got out of the carriage. The little girl was wearing a thick fox fur cloak. Her small head was covered by the white brim of the cloak. She looked even more adorable with red lips and white teeth.
"Such heavy snow." The young man with two swords on his waist was dressed in black, and his breath was like a long white dragon, covered by the wind and snow.
"Dad, can you eat this?" Qing Lin stretched out his little hand to catch the snowflakes, and finally caught one, asking Bai Ze with bright emerald eyes.
"Are you hungry?" Yu Youwei was dressed in a fox fur, with a few strands of green silk coming out of the soft hood, dancing gently in the wind and snow. She looked like a picture, and said softly: "I have food here. When we get to the center of the lake Ting, how about giving you your favorite poplar twig nectar cake?"
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Qinglin became more energetic, twisted her little body, and came close to Yu Youwei. She kissed her and smiled brightly, "Thank you, mother!"
When the coir raincoat swordsman heard this, his face turned even darker.
"Chuckle." Yu Youwei laughed.
There has been heavy snow for days, and a layer of five-foot-deep ice has formed on the surface of Reed Lake. The ice is covered with a thick layer of white snow, making it easy to run horses and even run horses.
The premise is that you don't throw yourself and your horse upside down.
A group of four people stepped on the front of the lake and went straight to the pavilion in the center of the lake. The lake is open and unobstructed. Originally, the wind should be tighter, but not long after a few people set foot on the lake, the wind god got lazy, and only white snow was left between the sky and the earth.
God is good.
The coir raincoat swordsman on the shore snorted coldly, simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.
A few people walked in the snow and soon arrived at the Huxin Pavilion.
It snows heavily in the north, and the reed poles in the lake are piled with snow. Looking from a distance, it seems that the reeds are still in full bloom.
The scenery is pleasant and the world is quiet.
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, Qing Lin had eaten and drank enough, and she and Qing'er ran to play in the snow under the pavilion. This was the first time Qing Lin had such fun in the snow. He stood in the snow and fell down, taking pictures of his own shadow one after another in the thick snow.
Photograph the snowman.
Have a snowball fight.
The two of them had a great time.
In the pavilion, a boy and a girl sat opposite each other. On the well-made stone table, the wine filled with charcoal fire is warming the wine. The pleasant aroma of the wine is mixed with the cold ice and snow. The separation of strong and cold makes people feel excited.
"Long time no see, the master's sword spirit seems to have solidified a little more." Yu Youwei said.
"I went to the mountains with the teacher a few days ago to practice my sword skills and learned some things." Bai Ze said, looking at the girl's quiet and pretty face, which became more and more gleaming like jade in the heavy snow.
"I have never tried a sword test with you since we met." Yu Youwei suddenly became interested and said to Bai Ze: "Since we are here today, why not try it here?"
When Bai Ze heard this, he also became interested.
The girl in front of her couldn't see the depth clearly. Previously, it was because he was not mature enough and his vision was inevitably limited.
But now that he has stepped into the realm of knowledge, Bai Ze still can't see clearly the depth of Yu Youwei, but he is more and more sure of her supreme cultivation. He also wants to compete at the moment, nodding and saying: "Okay!"
Qing Lin was building a snowman with Qing'er when she saw Bai Ze and Yu Youwei leaving the Huxin Pavilion. Her eyes lit up and she thought they were coming to play together. When she was about to call someone, she saw the two of them walking in the opposite direction.
"Dad..." Qing Lin was about to run over with her short legs, but Qing'er hugged her and said to her: "Lin'er, they have something to do! Let's finish building the snowman first, and then go over. good?"
"Okay." Qing Lin struggled for a while before reluctantly nodding.
the other side.
On top of the snowy lake, the two stood still.
Yu Youwei suppressed her cultivation and reached the realm of Zhiwei. The famous sword Qiu Shui was carried with him, and it was already unsheathed at this moment.
"Since it's a competition, let's finish it." Yu Youwei said, the famous sword Qiushui swallowed up the light in the snow, and said to the young man in black.
Since entering Zhiwei, Bai Ze has never used the art of disguise. The dragon soul entering his body and the physical baptism brought by Zhiwei have already made him look the same as a sixteen-year-old boy.
"That's it." Bai Ze also said, unsheathing the Qingshuang Sword.
The cold sword intent erupted the moment the two men held the swords. The flying snow in the sky was dispersed by the sword intent at this moment, and flowed backwards into the sky.
The famous sword Qiushui, the mysterious sword Qingshuang.
Yu Youwei handed out the sword, wrapped in the heavy snow of the snow lake, and rushed towards Bai Ze with great momentum.
