Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains covered with snow.
The white world seems to be filled with only cold withering.
At the foot of the mountain, the door of a tavern was closed. If it weren't for the candlelight flickering inside, passers-by might have scolded the restaurant for not opening the door during the day.
The tavern was full of seats and very lively.
Ji Xinghai sat in the corner drinking wine with no one to accompany him.
"It seems to be colder this year than usual."
"It's good to be cold. The colder it is, the more snow lotus there will be. Once again, we have to dig up one and bring it back."
"Hey, it can't be that easy. I have to dig for it every year and come up empty-handed every year. If ice crystal snow lotus were so easy to find, I would have asked for a wife."
"Are you here to dig up snow lotus? Hantianmen will be very happy in a few days, saying that there will be free snow lotus delicacies."
"Tsk, I'm afraid this brother is giving a thumbs up to a few of us. It's true that Hantianmen is very happy, and it's true that there are snow lotus delicacies, but how can we go there..."
"Haha...I heard that the young master of Hantian Clan is marrying the daughter of the master of Tingfengjian Pavilion?"
"I won't know until later..."
Drink hot wine to dispel the chill.
When someone mentioned Tingfeng Jiange, Ji Xinghai couldn't help but frown.
As Ji Xiaowan said, he returned to Jiangzhou mainly to challenge Jiange.
But... after he arrived in Jiangzhou, things changed.
According to the agreement, he will go up the mountain to test the sword in autumn and winter, and the specific time will be determined by him.
But after Jiange learned that he was back, he sent someone to deliver the battle invitation.
Not only has the time been advanced, but the promised discussion has also become a "destiny of life and death."
In addition to reputation, the bet also included the position of the master of the Jiange Pavilion.
Although Ji Xinghai was a member of the Sword Pavilion, he never wanted to be a pavilion master. He only wanted to concentrate on practicing swords.
Therefore, after the master passed away, the position of pavilion master naturally fell to his junior brother Shen Heng.
Ji Xinghai could have refused this offer, but Jiange's attitude was extremely tough and he threatened Ji Xiaowan in his words.
Ji Xinghai knew that Tingchao Jian and Tingfeng Jian would decide the outcome sooner or later, but he never thought of killing anyone in Jiange.
The threat from Jiange undoubtedly offended his inner instinct.
In addition, he knew some of Hantianmen's secret activities in his early years, so he could not just watch the marriage between Jiange and Hantianmen.
Besides, he had watched Jiange's daughter grow up, so how could he ignore her and watch the girl fall into a pit of fire?
So, Ji Xinghai agreed, with more murderous intent in his heart.
Fortunately, Wan'er stayed in Zhongzhou because of something and didn't know about the battle post, otherwise she would have been in trouble.
Eat the last piece of soy sauce meat and drink the last glass of wine.
Ji Xinghai dropped a bunch of coins, stood up and left.
However, when he reached the door, a child stumbled over and called to him.
"Uncle, can you teach me swordsmanship?"
"Swordsmanship? How do you know I know swordsmanship?" Ji Xinghai asked with a smile.
The child blinked and pointed at Ji Xinghai's sleeve, "Don't you have a sword hidden in it? I saw it, and there were more than one~"
"My father and mother don't let me practice swordsmanship. If my uncle can teach me the sword skills of this kind of sword, I can hide it from them and practice it secretly!"
Ji Xinghai was stunned. At this time, the proprietress of the wine shop chased him out, and the stick fell on the child's butt.
"I'll let you practice the sword! I'll let you practice the sword!"
"Don't you know how much money these things cost? I've told you so many times, but you just don't listen! You just don't listen!"
The child cried loudly after being beaten. After the boss' wife finished training the child, she looked at Ji Xinghai with some embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, sir, but children are ignorant and don't know why they should learn martial arts if they are poor."
"We, as a couple, rely entirely on this tavern for our livelihood. We don't make much money all year round. If he wanted to learn boxing and kung fu, we would just let him learn it. But he insists on learning swords. Swords are so expensive..."
"A sword costs at least a few dozen cents, right? It's not durable enough to make. A better one costs several hundred cents or even a few taels. Where can I get the money to make these things for him..."
It is true that practicing martial arts with fists and kicks is the easiest, but it also has the highest physical requirements.
Weapons training costs money, from wood at the beginning to real swords and guns at the end.
And if you want a weapon that is not easy to get, you often need a lot of money. The boss said a few taels or dozens of taels, which is quite conservative...
Ji Xinghai smiled sarcastically, bent down and touched the head of the crying child.
"Stop crying, how about uncle giving you one?"
"Oh, sir, you can't do it, you can't do it..."
Ji Xinghai took out a dim light dagger from his cuff, wrapped the blade in cloth, and handed it to the proprietress.
"I have a destiny with this child, so don't refuse. This sword will be given to him."
"In addition, there is a sword technique on this piece of cloth. You can show it to him in his spare time. Whether he can practice it or not is up to him."
The landlady thanked her profusely, Ji Xinghai waved his hand, turned around and opened the door.
"Huhuhu——"
The wind and snow pour in, charming eyes.
He is old and can no longer hide his sword... Ji Xinghai stepped into the thick snow.
However, before they had gone far, the child actually chased him out, his face turned red from the cold.
"Master! Master, what is your name?"
Master?
Ji Xinghai paused and did not dare to look back.
"Go back, I'm not your master, and my name... is certainly not important."
"Don't worry, Master, I will definitely practice my sword well. When I grow up, I will use your sword skills to defeat the Tingfeng Sword on the mountain!"
Hearing the sound, Ji Xinghai looked up to the sky and laughed, never stopping again.
The dusk snow in Cangshan Mountain listens to the mocking sword.
The vast rivers and lakes, the world of human rights and wrongs.
Go up the mountain!
…
The biting cold wind swept the snow dust across the ice sheet like quicksand.
In one part of the ice field, there is a large sword pavilion.
In the front yard of the sword pavilion stands a ten-foot-tall stone sword. From a distance, it looks like a divine sword falling from the sky, hovering on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
The sword pier at the top is a platform engraved with strange patterns. If you look down, you will have a windy mood.
At this time, on the platform, a middle-aged man in a robe faced the rising sun, closing his eyes and listening to the wind.
When he was young, a disciple of Jiange jumped onto the high platform and knelt on one knee.
"Pavilion Master, something happened..."
Shen Heng, the master of Tingfengjian Pavilion, opened his eyes, and a cold meaning flashed through his slightly cloudy eyes.
"What's the matter?"
The visitor swallowed hard, lowered his head and said: "Little, little junior sister... ran away!"
"What did you say?!"
Shen Heng's face twitched.
The junior sister the disciples call is the jewel in Jiange's palm, Shen Rongrong, who will marry Gu Yuanqing, the young master of Hantian Clan, in ten days.
Although the marriage was settled, Shen Rongrong was unwilling to marry Gu Yuanqing from the beginning to the end. She didn't even know the young master of Hantian Clan.
All this was Shen Heng's decision.
In order to marry with the Hantian Clan, he had to put a lot of thought into getting the Hantian Clan's master to agree to the marriage.
He also thought that there was something wrong with forcing Shen Rongrong like this.
However, major events in life have always been decided by the parents. Hantian Clan is the best in Jiangzhou. Now the master of the sect is expected to aspire to the realm of transformation. Once successful, the Wu family at the foot of the mountain will have to show courtesy.
As for the young sect leader Gu Yuanqing, he became a master at a young age and was a rare and proud man.
On the other hand, the strength of their sect in Jiange was not as good as others, and Shen Rongrong's cultivation was only second-rate, and there was still a gap between her and Gu Yuanqing.
No matter how you look at it, they are trying to get ahead of others, but no matter what you say, Shen Rongrong just doesn't agree.
Shen Heng had no choice but to confine him to his boudoir.
When the wedding day arrives at the mountain gate and the rice is cooked, she will naturally understand her father's painstaking efforts...
"Why……"
Shen Heng sighed and said, "Bring it back first and then talk about it."
"Pavilion Master..."
The disciple was about to speak but stopped, how could Shen Heng not know the unspeakable hidden meaning?
"If she doesn't listen, break her legs...bring them back and treat her!"
"Disciple accepts the order!"
