After late autumn, there is severe winter, and the snow on the green mountains is no longer as fragile as in late autumn. After putting white clothes on the entire green mountains, it will be difficult to dissipate even if the sky is clear.

After being able to generate internal force in his body, Ye Qi's injury recovered very quickly. In just one month, he no longer had to use bandages to fix the broken bones of his body, and then the recliner under him was replaced with a wheelchair.

Looking at the figure in white clothes who seemed to be about to merge into the snow in the mountains on the cliff, Haitang showed an envious look. He seemed to be so calm at all times. He looked at the white clothes outside the mountain, calmly at the martial arts practice, and calmly at the whole world. Is this state of mind really practiced in dreams?

There is no snow on the cliff. Because Ye Qi doesn’t like the snow melting and making the cliff muddy, so when there is snow on the cliff in winter, Haitang will sweep the snow on the cliff under the mountain with a broom.

Haitang carried a large package, which looked almost half of her body. She threw the package next to Ye Qi's wheelchair and said, "I brought you what you want, no one knows."

Ye Qi nodded and opened the package. He saw a lot of marten and a quilt. Then he brought a thimble and took out the needle and thread. He was so skillful that he began to sew the marten into the inner layer of the quilt.

Haitang was surprised and even surprised. Who would have thought that Jianlu, a master under the age of 18, had such sewing methods. He just sewed a quilt and made people look at it and felt like he was moving, just as if he was practicing the swordsmanship he was best at.

"sharp."

Ye Qi looked up at him, smiled, continued to sew the quilt in his hand, and said, "I don't have to praise you, by the way, have you bought the compass and compressed biscuits from Qing Guoku?"

Haitang sat on the ground indifferently and said, "Those things are strictly regulated by Qingguo. I didn't buy the compass, I just bought some compressed biscuits, but I want to know, what do you want to do?"

Ye Qi said directly: "Go to the temple to take a look."

Haitang frowned and said, "You really got the way to the temple from Sean."

In just a short time, Ye Qi had sewn a piece of marten into the quilt. He picked up another piece of marten and said, "Well, I'll exchange it with the secret he is interested in."

Haitang said curiously: "What's the secret?"

Ye Qi said: "He did go to the temple, but he had never been in. I told him what was inside."

Haitang curled his lips disdainfully and said, "You seem to have been to the temple. It turns out that you are a good person to lie, uncle, are also a good person."

Ye Qi stopped the needle and thread in his hand, emphasized with some defense and said, "I am usually too lazy to lie. I have said similar things to your little emperor. She didn't believe it, but Sean believed it."

Hearing him mentioning the little emperor, Haitang was silent, thinking of the little emperor's eyes flushed and pitiful appearance a month ago, looking at the uncle who was now blooming with flowers, sighed, and thought of a poem passed by Nanqing and Fan Xian to Northern Qi.

"I will never regret it when my clothes get looser and I will become haggard for her."

Ye Qi stopped the needle and thread again and said, "It's too much, I won't talk about your Northern Qi State."

There is nothing trivial about the imperial family. The little emperor was unhappy because of someone's "death". For the Northern Qi country, it is of course a state affairs.

Haitang was silent, thinking in his heart, what did the master and the brothers of Jianlu want to do? Is it...

Perhaps he felt that the scene was much colder, and after Ye Qi sewed the second marten, he asked, "Ha hasn't come back yet?"

Haitang nodded and said, "Master has rarely traveled around the world in recent years. Since he is looking for your senior brother, he will definitely take advantage of this excuse to stroll around the world. I think it is highly likely that he will come back after spring."

Ye Qi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If Ku He came back, it would be hard to explain that he wanted to go to the temple.

Looking at someone's unconcealed actions, Haitang couldn't understand the purpose of his question, but felt that every word he said seemed to have ulterior motives, and suddenly lost the idea of ​​talking to the other party, and got up and went back to the kitchen in the temple.

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Month ago, after leaving Dongyi City, Kuhe drove by Langtao and walked towards Kyoto, Qingguo.

Some of the reasons are just like what Haitang said. Since he left Qingshan, he should have a good trip. There is another purpose to see Ye Qi's gun. He guessed where the gun came from. He felt that if he went to the capital of Qingguo, he would have gained something.

At this time, the Northern Qi Dynasty was already harsh winter, but the season of Nanqing was still in late autumn. An autumn rain was bleak. There were many muddy holes on the road leading to Kyoto from Wangbei County, Qingguo, and it was difficult for cars and horses to walk.

These things are not very important for the Grandmaster Ku He and the Ninth-level Wolf Tao, but since they have decided to travel around the world and the carriages are blocked, they should not be able to do so.

So Lang Tao drove a carriage to an inn on the road in the distance. When he was about to get close to the inn, he suddenly heard a shout of killing inside. When he got closer, he saw a young man killing someone.

The man was wearing a loose robe and was holding a long banner that had been cut over by a random knife. The banner was written with the words "Strange Pen" and Magical Calculation. Every time he waved it, a person would always be pulled by the bamboo pole of the banner, and then vomited blood and died of death.

Lang Tao turned around and looked at the master who had already opened the curtain and said, "Master, I am on the ninth level?"

Lang Tao is at the peak of the ninth grade, and the young man who is like a fortune teller did not hide his realm. He asked his master that he was at the ninth grade, but that he did not seem to have seen such a sword technique. Yes, the man used sword technique with the long banner in his hand.

Ku He shook his head and said with interest: "The skill of the disciple of the Chi Jian is indeed very powerful."

The Crazy Sword is the Sigu Sword. Lang Tao looked at the young man. If he was also the disciple of Sigu Sword, there were thirteen ninth-grade masters in Jianlu. If that uncle Jianlu was still alive, there would be two grand masters.

Jianlu is not short of money, so Wang Xi also received one hundred taels of silver after receiving the instructions from his master. He had never left Dongyi City. Although Dongyi City was full of merchants, the people were all simple people, and his mind was almost as simple as outsiders.

When he arrived in Nanqing, because it was raining and it was almost dark, he entered an inn. There were no guests in the inn, only a few friends. He generously ordered beef and wine, but he didn't know that he was seen by the inn account.

Wine is not a good wine, but it is just the worst-quality green ant wine produced in Wangbei County, Qingguo. The beef is beef, but there are a lot of sweating pills in the wine.

Who is Wang Xi? The people in the store think he is just a warlock with a lot of money.
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