When it comes, it is mighty, when it goes, it is silent.
Looking at the dejected Yanbei King's army in the distance, a trace of unbearability flashed in Feng Qi's eyes.
Yun Changqing couldn't tell the real reason, so there was only one explanation.
The Crown Prince of Yanbei abandoned Yanbei.
"Since you can't bear it, why can't we meet openly?" Zhou Zihan said softly: "You have not sorry for them, so there is no need to be sneaky."
It's really not magnanimous enough.
Feng Qi sighed, "Do you know what shyness is when you're close to home?"
Zhou Zihan suddenly thought of the place full of white clouds, but he did not have similar emotions.
Feng Qi sneered: "It is indeed an innate invisible sword body, it is as cold as frost."
Zhou Zihan frowned and glanced at Feng Qi, "Is there something wrong with you?"
The wind blows and I am speechless.
Zhou Zihan was very satisfied with Feng Qi's reaction and said, "It's time to go down the mountain."
They have been delayed for some time because of the matter of Sword Intent Tempering the Body.
Feng Qi asked: "What should I do if I worship the sword?"
Zhou Zihan looked at Feng Qi with disgust, "Is there any need for Zhuyue Peak to worship the sword now?"
Feng Qi said: "But Zhuyuefeng Jianzi said he would wait for us at noon tomorrow."
Zhou Zihan thought for a while and said, "I asked you on a date first."
First come, first served, very simple principle.
Feng Dian nodded, "That makes sense."
Zhou Zihan turned around and left.
Feng Qi smiled, glanced at the direction in which King Yanbei's army was leaving, and turned to leave.
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"Is the person from Yanbei leaving?"
"right."
"How about the sword?"
"Nothing unusual."
"Okay, step back."
"..."
"etc."
"Senior brother, do you have any other instructions?"
"Tell the butchers that these Yanbei people... shouldn't let them all go back."
"Brother...they are just ordinary people."
"If they can break Jianzi's Taoist heart, then they are not ordinary people."
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Qinchuan is located in a bitter cold, windy and snowy area, making it impossible for ordinary means of transportation to pass here.
Zhou Zihan borrowed a snow eagle from another mountain, and rode it one after another with the wind rising, and soon it was flying high in the sky.
Perhaps because of the incident in Yanbei, Feng Qi didn't speak much along the way.
Zhou Zihan looked at the scenery passing by on both sides, thought for a while and asked: "In a bad mood?"
Feng Qi smiled, "Do you really care?"
Except for Li Jinxing's divination, Feng Qi and Zhou Zihan have no emotional basis, and the only communication is sword fighting.
Most of what comes out is friendship.
As for love, that needs to be talked about.
Just like him and Dugu Ling'er.
Zhou Zihan said: "No, it's just that your face is not very good and you don't talk as much as usual, which makes me feel a little strange."
Feng Qi asked doubtfully: "Don't you hate that I talk too much?"
Zhou Zihan was silent for a while and said, "I really hate your glib tongue."
Feng Qi corrected him: "You should be sharp-tongued."
Zhou Zihan was too lazy to argue with him about the difference between the two idioms, and instead asked, "Why did you come to Xueyun?"
Feng Qi stretched out his hand, enjoying the feeling of the strong wind blowing through his palm, "Because I want to come."
Zhou Zihan said: "I'm just asking why you want to come."
Feng Qi rolled his eyes at her, but she couldn't see it.
"If a swordsman genius like me cannot shine in Xueyun Sect and eventually become a swordsman, it will be a pity for my talent."
This is one of the reasons, but it is not all the reasons.
But as Feng Qi said just now, Zhou Zihan doesn't care about this.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Zihan suddenly said: "I think you are a bit similar to someone."
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows, "Old Emperor? I heard that he was a genius like me when he was young!"
Zhou Zihan didn't know what to say.
Feng Qi stopped joking and said, "You tell me."
"You are very similar to sir." Zhou Zihan said softly, "no matter what you say or what you do."
Feng Qi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know if you are praising me or destroying me."
Zhou Zihan hummed, thinking that being able to be connected to such a character, even if it was just a similar finger, shouldn't it be something to be proud of?
Feng Qi said seriously: "Although I don't deny that that person is indeed very wise, but he is a cunning person after all. He follows a cunning way and practices cunning techniques. Although I, Feng Qi, am domineering, at any rate You are also aboveboard and frank, comparing me to him, if I hadn't known about your indifferent temperament, I might have thought you were humiliating me."
Zhou Zihan didn't answer this sentence.
Only then did Feng Qi remember the Master of Heaven and Earth.
"Of course, of all the ways in the world, none of them is absolutely wrong. In the end, it all depends on the person." Feng Qi said, "Judging from Li Jinxing's life, at least in his early days, he was still concerned about the country and the people."
Zhou Zihan still didn't answer.
Feng Qi felt helpless and closed his mouth knowingly, closing his eyes slightly to rest.
"If you want to be angry, be angry. I'll rest for a while. Remember to call me when you get out of Qinchuan."
They were speechless all the way, and two days later, they arrived in Bianzhou.
Dengxian Tower is the best inn in Bianzhou.
After having lunch at Dengxian Tower, all Zhou Zihan's dissatisfaction with Feng Qi disappeared.
Taking him with you is indeed a very wise decision. At least you don't have to worry about food and accommodation.
Entering the room, Zhou Zihan showed a rare expression of satisfaction.
The room was spotless and the windows were bright and clean. The most important thing is that the sound insulation effect is excellent, and the heat outside cannot affect the tranquility and elegance inside, which means that she can calm down and practice her sword.
Feng Qi left the inn after eating, not knowing where he went.
Zhou Zihan was not worried about the wind blowing, and sat cross-legged on the bed. Her body surface was filled with light, and her vitality lit up her acupoints along her meridians, finally stopping at the Tianchi acupoint.
"This is not Qian Renfeng's mentality. Instead, it has the flavor of the Longxi Li family." Feng Qi's voice sounded from behind her.
Zhou Zihan opened his eyes and asked, without facing Feng Qi's words, "Where have you been?"
Feng Qi said: "Xiaoyao Pavilion."
Zhou Zihan said oh and stopped talking.
Her vitality receded like a tide, and her body gradually returned to normal.
Feng Qi looked at her, "Don't you want to know what I asked about when I went to Xiaoyao Pavilion?"
Zhou Zihan said: "I don't want to."
Feng Qi said: "This is a perfect opportunity to mock me, why don't you take advantage of it?"
Zhou Zihan frowned slightly, "Do you think I am such a boring person?"
Feng Qi chuckled, "When I came in, I was still thinking about what you would ask me if you knew I went to Xiaoyao Pavilion. Now that I think about it, I really thought too much."
Zhou Zihan was silent for a while, "So what did you ask about?"
Feng Qi made a fist with his left hand and slammed it on his right hand, "That's right...otherwise I would be very embarrassed if you were so cold!"
Zhou Zihan looked at him quietly.
Feng Qi scratched his head and said, "I didn't ask anything."
Zhou Zihan hummed, "What's going on?"
Feng Qi smiled and said, "Because I didn't dare to go in at all."
Zhou Zihan asked in confusion: "Why?"
Feng Qi said: "There are two people blocking the door. They seem to be from a cult. I can't beat them."
Zhou Zihan raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked towards the door.
"Where is Xiaoyao Pavilion? Take me there."
Feng Qi asked: "What were you doing there?"
Zhou Zihan didn't look back, "I came down the mountain for them. Now that I bumped into them, how can I not kill them?"
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No matter where Xiaoyao Pavilion is, its appearance is always the same.
One courtyard, one house, one tree, one stone table and two stone benches.
The room is in the north of the courtyard, the tree is beside the courtyard, the table is under the tree, and the stool is in front of the table.
There are people sitting on the two stone benches, but they don't seem to be here to ask questions.
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows and said to Zhou Zihan: "Can you handle these two understandings?"
Zhou Zihan glanced at him calmly and walked towards the house in the north of the courtyard.
The person sitting on the stone bench said calmly, "Disciple Xueyun?"
Zhou Zihan said: "Qian Renfeng, Zhou Zihan."
The person who spoke said: "No matter who you are, get out or I won't be polite."
Zhou Zihan raised her eyebrows slightly and said word by word: "Do you want to die?"
The man was a little surprised and sneered: "You are not old, but your temper is not bad!"
Zhou Zihan shook his head and took out Wenyue from the sea of consciousness.
The man let out a light sigh, "The strength is not strong, but the sword is not weak. Are you the swordsman of Xueyun Sect?"
Zhou Zihan didn't answer him, but took a step forward, and the silver-white sword light spread out in front of her, like a crescent moon.
Return to the wind and watch the moon!
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows, thinking that this girl was really merciless.
The two cult disciples probably didn't expect Zhou Zihan to be so strong, drawing swords at each other whenever they disagreed.
The air flashed, and only one cult disciple was left in the room.
Feng Qi was a little surprised, thinking that this horned man could still meet the core disciples of the Soul-Spelling Pavilion?
Another cult disciple's eyes suddenly turned red, and a fine mist of blood appeared all over his body. The crescent moon struck the blood mist and splashed only a slight mist.
The Great Shadowless Technique and the Blood Mist Technique were actually two cult demons with high status.
Why here?
While he was thinking, the blood mist suddenly formed an arm and grabbed Zhou Zihan fiercely.
"Yan Hui Chaoyang." Feng Qi suddenly shouted.
Yan Hui Chaoyang is an evasive combat skill with no aggressiveness at all.
Zhou Zihan frowned, thinking that although the person opposite was in the first stage of Yinhui, his attack power was obviously not as good as mine. Why not take advantage of this opportunity to use the Canglong Water Release move to determine the outcome?
I thought a lot, but it only took a moment.
Zhou Zihan's figure drifted back.
Where she originally stood, a large black knife suddenly emerged from the ground.
To be precise, the sword came out of her shadow and disappeared instantly after seeing whether it hit her or not.
Zhou Zihan was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that her opponent was not alone.
She looked at Feng Qi, who smiled at her and glanced at the disciples of the Weeping Blood Pavilion.
"Xuanji."
"Old Izuku."
"Sit on the stage and watch the clouds."
"Flying swallows chase the moon."
Xuanji is an acupoint, and the remaining three marks are all sword moves.
A strong gust of wind blew by, and Zhou Zihan instantly appeared in front of the disciples of the Weeping Blood Pavilion, inserting the Moon-Asking Sword half a foot into the blood mist.
She lowered her body slightly and waved her right hand at the same time. Wenyue suddenly lifted up, and a gash was cut in the blood mist in the sword light.
The cry of a swallow rang out, and dozens of sword lights appeared in the field.
The blood mist gradually dissipated in the sword light, and the disciples of the Weeping Blood Pavilion let out a muffled groan and turned into a pile of minced meat.
Zhou Zihan's face was a little pale, and he looked at Feng Qi with his pupils narrowed.
Feng Qi held a dark-colored sword in his left hand and sat on the body of the Wuying Pavilion disciple, looking at her with a smile on his face.
Zhou Zihan was silent for a while, "How did you do it?"
Feng Qi smiled, "I didn't do it, Qing Shuang did it."
Zhou Zihan looked at him deeply and didn't believe it.
No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, if it doesn't have a strong master, it's just scrap metal.
But Feng Qi didn't want to say it, so she couldn't ask.
Fortunately, she still had a question to ask.
"Although there is a fatal point in the Blood Mist Art, the location of the fatal point varies from person to person. Sometimes even they themselves can't figure it out. How can you determine that his fatal point is in Xuanji?"
Feng Qi thought for a while and said seriously: "Well... I just guessed."
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