The heavy snow stopped at some point. The night was vast, and I could only see nearby, the snow was as cold as cotton, and the snow pressed against the green pine, leaning alone on the snowy night, the sky was slightly cool, and some people were wandering here, not knowing the direction, the lakeside had already frozen, but the water in the distance was not completely frozen, and the falling snow was floating.

In the night, someone stepped on the lake with his knife, stepping on the crystal clear ice cubes, but it did not cause any ripples on the lake. The figure disappeared in the blink of an eye in the night, and then emerged in the distance, quickly heading towards Qilingyi.

...

I don't know how long it took, but Gu Qingci felt as if it had been a century, but he felt it was passing too fast. A burst of scorching pain came from his chest. He felt that the slender jade hands had left, and he slowly came to his senses and looked at the cold face, just in time to meet the other person, and his eyes were staring at each other.

Gu Qingci suddenly felt his face warm up, so he hurriedly opened his eyes, then pulled his clothes, lifted up the Jade Bone Sword, and looked into the distance, his eyes floating a little.

"Well...that..."

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

Gu Qingci felt a throbbing in his heart, and a hint of expectation, and said, "What do you want to say, you say!"

"Your golden sore medicine!" Qin Keqing raised his hand, and the bottle of golden sore medicine was handed to Gu Qingci.

Gu Qingci suddenly felt a little disappointed in his heart, then smiled, sighed that he was thinking too much, waved his hand, and said, "Give it to you, this golden sore medicine is a rare and good medicine, just in case."

Qin Keqing shook his head slightly and said calmly: "I think you need it more than me. If I get hurt, I think your golden sore medicine is useless."

If Qin Keqing had the right thing, it was as if a knife was inserted into Gu Qingci's heart. He almost vomited an old blood. He looked at Qin Keqing speechlessly, and wanted to scold people in his heart. Even if you want to say that I am weak, you don't have to be so tactful. Invisible serious injury is the most fatal!

"Okay," Gu Qingci said helplessly: "All right, I'm weak, I admit, I'd better give me the golden sore medicine."

Gu Qingci reached out to take the golden sore medicine. Suddenly, Qin Keqing bent his finger, held the medicine bottle, took his hand back, and said, "I suddenly don't want to give it to you anymore, I want it!"

After saying that, Qin Keqing ignored Gu Qingci and turned around and left, leaving Gu Qingci alone in the wind. After a while, he smashed his mouth and muttered: "You are so willful, do your mother know? You are so embarrassed..."

Although the night was as bright as ink, the white Taoist robe was very conspicuous. Even if he walked far, Gu Qingci could see it, but he could not see it. The cold Taoist nun like a snow lotus, holding a golden sore medicine bottle in her hand, slowly covering her chest, and a flush appeared on her face, and the steps under her feet were already a little messy.

...

In the camp, Ma Shilian, who was dragged into the tent, was finally let go of Uncle Yan. His face was red. As soon as he got rid of Uncle Yan's claws, he hurriedly got up from the ground and said angrily: "Uncle Yan, what do you want to do? Do you know that I have something to discuss with Lord Gu?"

"Hehe," Yan Bo showed his two front teeth, smiled honestly, approached Ma Shilian, and whispered: "Master Ma, do you know that you almost disturbed Lord Gu just now. I am helping you. There is an old saying that you would rather demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage!"

"A bad marriage," Ma Shilian looked at Uncle Yan angrily. It really seemed that Uncle Yan was old. Otherwise, he really wanted to teach Uncle Yan a lesson, and said, "There is still a marriage, there is not even a woman in this military camp..."

As soon as he said this, Ma Shilian suddenly widened his eyes, licked his lips, swallowed another saliva, and stuttered: "You...you are not saying...you say, Lord Gu and Miss Qin...they are both..."

"Otherwise, what do you think," said Yan Bo with a smile: "The two are naturally a couple, hehe..."

Ma Shilian looked at Uncle Yan and said for a long time: "No, I should stop Lord Gu even more."

Uncle Yan's face darkened, and he suddenly became unhappy, and muttered: "Master Ma, it's not good for you to do this. I think that girl is good and I can match us Lord Gu. She looks like a fairy and has good martial arts skills."

Ma Shilian sighed and said, "It is because of his high martial arts skills that Lord Gu cannot have an entanglement with her. Do you know that Miss Qin is a disciple of Tianshan Dao Pavilion, and it is even more of a seven mystery in the world. His status is too high. What's more, Miss Qin is likely to be the next Dao Pavilion Master. They cannot have a future, and the Dao Pavilion cannot agree."

"Bully, what you said is bullshit!" Uncle Yan suddenly slapped the table fiercely, angrily, and said unreasonable, "What a bullshit, I don't know, I only know, a man should marry a married woman should marry. If that bullshit does not agree, then go and rob, be afraid of a bird or a group of bulls' noses, what's the point!"

Ma Shilian was speechless for a while. This Yan Bo was not a man from the martial arts world and did not understand the meaning of Dao Pavilion at all. He told him that this was purely just playing the piano for a cow. He said, "Yan Bo, you don't understand..."

Before Ma Shilian finished speaking, he suddenly stood up. The pair of bean-like small eyes condensed slightly, and a strange light made Ma Shilian feel inexplicable and unspeakable depression.

Ma Shilian couldn't speak, and his body suddenly seemed to be imprisoned. Then he saw Uncle Yan touching the knife on his waist, and then walked out of the tent on his own.

...

In the camp, an old man was lying on the floor to rest in a tent closest to the city wall. There was a pavilion on the edge of the window. At this moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and turned up from the bed, quickly picked up the pavilion, and then rushed out of the tent in the blink of an eye, the speed was so fast that the naked eye could not understand.

This is the speed of great practitioners.

As soon as Ning Qing got out of the tent, Park Dao clenched tightly, stood on the snow, closed it quietly and sensed it. After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a strong murderous intent burst out in his eyes and said coldly: "What a courageous, you dare to come to the military camp so openly to be an assassin. Do you really think that I am old and can't lift the knife?"

As soon as the figure flashed, Ning Qing turned into a afterimage and disappeared from the spot.

...

On the other side, Qin Keqing was sitting in front of an oil lamp, holding a jade bottle, motionless. She was very confused now. She didn't know why, but her heart was always in a mess. Over the years, even the bottleneck of martial arts, she had never had such emotions.

But since she met Gu Qingci, she found that she was becoming more and more confused, and she often had doubts, and now she actually felt fear in her heart!

This emotion was unimaginable to her, but now it appeared, and there was still a little concern that accompanied her. She frowned and couldn't figure it out no matter how she thought about it.

At this moment, Qin Keqing was suddenly stunned, his white palms tightly clamped, and the Wudi sword on his waist trembled.
Chapter completed!