At Jiang Wuji's insistence, the Queen Mother had no choice but to leave.
After all, she is a woman, and it is not a problem for her to insist on getting into a man's room.
After seeing off the Queen Mother, Jiang Wuji returned to the house and thought, "Hurry up this time."
As a result, Wan'er worked too hard and fell asleep without even covering her with a quilt.
Looking at the big hook exposed, Jiang Wuji could only give up and call it a day.
The next day, it was bright and clear.
Yesterday's light snow did not leave anything white, but everything was wet, as if it had just rained.
Jiang Wuji and others put on uniform masks, got on their horses, and marched toward the snowy field.
"Da da da……"
Six days later will be Hantianmen’s “big wedding” day.
Shen Rongrong is now protected by the Wu family. No matter how powerful Han Tianmen is, they cannot go to the Wu family to rob someone.
But the strange thing is that everything in the snowy plains and Jiangzhou is calm, as if the wedding has not been affected and can go on as usual.
I don’t know if Hantianmen is really able to keep his composure, or if he has other plans...
"What did Uncle Wu give you? I'm Kangkang~"
Zhu Yao, who had successfully sneaked away, wore a mask much larger than her face and stretched her neck to look at Jiang Wuji.
Because Wan'er worked too hard last night and hasn't recovered yet, she didn't notice the danger approaching.
Jiang Wuji kicked the saber that lay across the side of the horse's belly.
"This is it."
"Eh~ It's so ugly. Why isn't it a sword? It's not a fan at all."
"..." Jiang Wuji found it difficult to evaluate.
Perhaps this is why the Zhanma Dao has become unpopular in Dali.
After all, most little girls like swords and fans and hate swords, guns and sticks.
The two weapons of sword and fan combined with some ink can indeed capture the hearts of many girls.
However, Jiang Wuji didn't care about this. Instead, he felt that men should use men's weapons, mainly one that was big, long, () and ()...
The sword that Wu Ning gave him was similar in shape to the one Cao Ze used a few days ago. They were both improved versions from the northwest.
It is seven feet long, has a three-foot blade, and a four-foot handle. It is all silver-white. The tenon of the knife is shaped like a tiger leaping, which represents the power of a tiger descending from the mountain.
It's just that the name of this sword sounds domineering to others, but to Jiang Wuji, it's a bit strange. It's called White Tiger Slash...
The White Tiger Slash is very heavy, heavier than the Nameless Spear.
The knife was first forged by Wu family craftsmen for three years, and then engraved by Wu Ning himself for three years.
The magical weapon that took six years to make is as sharp as iron and is indestructible.
Under the warmth of strength, not only will it become sharper and sharper, but it will also form a wonderful connection with the person who is being nourished.
By then, the knife will be as light as a cicada's wings for a person who is warm and healthy, which can greatly reduce the burden caused by the weight and greatly increase the strength when swinging the knife.
Wu Ning calls it: the body of a white tiger.
In addition, the formation patterns on the White Tiger Slash also have a bonus to the sword energy emitted with strength.
When Jiang Wuji took a look at the knife this morning, Wu Ning's old face was obviously twitching.
Six years, how many six years can an ordinary person have?
Putting away his confused thoughts, Jiang Wuji pinched the horse's belly and came to Shen Heng's side.
"Pavilion Master Shen, what were your plans last night?"
Jiang Wuji explained some things before going to bed last night. Shen Heng thought about it all night, and now he has almost figured it out.
"Wangyue Peak of Hantianmen is on the east side, and there is a small road on the west side. We will go up the mountain from there in a while. After going up the mountain, we can reach the Glacier Valley within an hour. The owner of the valley is a good person, and he treats Hantianmen..."
"Although my senior brother has not been on the mountain in recent years, there are many people who have made good friends with him in the past. You will go with him and I will go all the way. If everything goes well, we will be able to gather them all in less than three days. Then you will..."
…
At the same time, Hantianmen.
A tall "giant" walked on the snow, making a muffled sound with every step he took.
The figure of more than three meters tall is completely beyond the scope of a normal person, coupled with the dark purple skin, twisted and protruding blood vessels and a disgusting putrid odor.
The thing in front of me should no longer be described as "human", but a monster, or... a corpse!
This person is the sect leader of Hantian Clan—Gu Binghe.
He doesn't look like this, but a young man who looks gentle and gentle.
After meditating on the Tribulation Statue ten years ago, he gradually became like this ghost.
But he himself was very satisfied and even felt that this was what he really wanted.
"Bang! Bang!"
Gu Binghe walked to the special stone chair and sat down, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.
He held his huge head with one hand and played with a finely crafted dagger with the other hand.
That was the dagger that Ji Xinghai gave to the kid in the tavern. In his hand now, it looked a bit like a toothpick...
After getting Gu Binghe's approval, Gu Yuanqing next to him waved to a disciple.
When he was young, a child whose limbs were broken was dragged to the snow.
"I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
The child roared hysterically, even though his hands and feet were crippled, even if he was unarmed, his eyes were still filled with murderous intent.
It's just that no one paid attention to his weak threat, because this threat had no effect at all.
A disciple opened the door of the house not far away.
There was the sound of chains clashing and a low growl like a wild beast.
As the torch was lit, the room lit up, and a poisonous man with a green face and fangs came into view.
"Roar!"
"Crash!"
The poisonous man roared and tried to rush out of the house, but two chains that passed through Pipa's bones held him tightly.
The children on the snow burst into tears when they saw the poisonous man.
"Dad...Dad!"
"What did you do to my dad! What did you do to my dad!!!"
"Hehehe..." A ferocious smile appeared on Gu Binghe's purple face. He looked down and said, "Wouldn't it be better for me to reunite you father and son?"
"Dad, dad..."
"What a good boy...Okay, okay, then go in and find your father."
After the words fell, the Hantianmen disciples threw the child whose hands and feet were crippled into the house.
"Roar!"
The tavern owner who turned into a poisonous man immediately pounced on him like a starving beast, his mouth watering.
"Dad, it's me! I'm Tongtong! Dad!!!"
"La La La La..."
The poisonous man lost his mind, and in order to get "food", he desperately crawled towards his son.
His eyes were bloodshot, his nails were embedded in the ground, and the chain behind him was almost tearing out the entire pipa bone.
Everyone in Hantianmen watched this scene with indifferent expressions.
On the contrary, Gu Binghe, who was the instigator, showed a look of regret: "Tiger poison does not eat its seeds, and poisonous people are poisonous, no different from animals."
Hearing this, Gu Yuanqing and others looked a little embarrassed.
The Xuanyin living corpse refined by the sect master is one step away from great achievement.
--emotion.
Poisonous people without reason are easy to train, but once such poisonous people are released, they will not be able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and it will be counterproductive if they are not pointed out.
The real "Xuanyin Living Corpse" will retain some of people's emotions, and as long as they have emotions, they can be used.
"Burn it." Gu Binghe waved his hand and lost interest.
Gu Yuanqing responded and approached holding a torch.
But at this moment, the poisonous man suddenly became quiet.
"Dad, I am Tongtong... Wuwu, Daddy, what's wrong with you, Daddy..."
Amid the calls, the wine shop owner's eyes, which had been filled with anger, regained some clarity.
"child……"
"Tongtong..."
The poisonous man who was supposed to roar like a wild beast actually called out his son's name.
Although it was hoarse and unpleasant, he did call his name.
Hearing the sound, Gu Yuanqing and others quickly bowed and shouted in unison.
"Congratulations to the sect master for your great achievement!"
"Congratulations to the sect master for your great achievement!"
Gu Binghe stood up suddenly and stared at the poisonous man in the room as if he had found a treasure.
After getting close, he grabbed Tongtong's head with his huge palm and lifted it up for testing.
"Roar!"
The poisonous man immediately became violent, but this time it was to protect Tongtong, not to eat Tongtong like before.
Seeing this, Gu Binghe looked up to the sky and laughed.
"good good good good!"
"Xuanyin Living Corpse!"
"I've made it!"
"I'm finally finished!"
"Hahaha, hahaha..."
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Gentlemen never keep books! Handsome guys never give bad reviews! I'm afraid I won't have any cute female readers in my Qingshui novel. (crying) (creeping darkly) (laughing) (hysterically)
