C15

"Xu Qingzhi, quickly come and look at this. There's a lot of people gathered around this lantern."

Mo Yunchang pulled Xu Qingzhi along. Borrowing the advantage of her petite body, she squeezed into the crowd of people, curiously sizing up the small piece of paper above her head.

"The wind is blowing, the heart of ice is being borrowed, the snow is in one hand."

It didn't seem that anything was unusual. How could there be so many people surrounding them? The little girl was puzzled. To her, other than the difference in length, there wasn't much of a difference in all of the poems and songs. Xu Qingzhi, who had been pulled over, looked at the one-armed old man lying in front of the staircase with a pair of bright and spirited eyes.

"My family's letter is written by He Qie. Brother and friend, farewell from now on. This young one is here to thank senior for protecting our people and clearing our territory. "

Xu Qingzhi respectfully clasped his hands and bowed. The old man before him slowly sat up, silently sizing up the young man in front of him.

"Young man, this world is getting calmer and calmer. Very few people think about the sorrows of the battle on the battlefield, let alone reminiscing about those old men from back then. Nowadays, people treated the matter of the past that was full of bloody tears as a stepping stone to express their lofty aspirations. Those soft and gentle stories, those myths about winning with less, those courage that goes beyond life and death, most of them were just the attractive methods in the book. Who would have thought that the moving and passionate things that people have been talking about, were all just the tragedies that happened one after another? "

The old man used his remaining left arm to carefully remove the small piece of paper. He slowly handed it over to Xu Qingzhi, then silently turned around and entered the courtyard behind him.

"Northwest Frost Soldier, enter the first battalion." "To drink, to respect."

When Xu Qingzhi heard the voice next to him, he subconsciously looked over. He saw a well-dressed noble young master drink a bowl of strong wine in one go. Soon after, the crowd also agreed, drinking a full bowl.

One had to know that the Northern Wine was not like the red bamboo wine that was flourishing in the southern regions of the Wu Country. The wine that was growing here was a strong wine called the Western Wind Battle Art, worthy of its name, and was considered to be the best wine in Chu. When Xu Qingzhi saw that the well-dressed young master had emptied his cup, he couldn't help but shrink back his neck.

"Miss, this one is Xue Guozhou, I don't know Miss's name."

Young Master Xue ignored Xu Qingzhi who was taking the small note. To be more accurate, he was attracted by Mo Yunchang in front of him. However, with our Miss Mo's temper, she would hate those rich kids who put on airs like this.

"Let's go, Xu Qingzhi."

Sure enough, Mo Yunchang did not pay any attention to Xue Guozhou. She pulled Xu Qingzhi along and left. Xu Qingzhi, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly bid his farewells to the well-dressed young master.

"Xu Qinzhi, interesting."

Xue Guozhou looked at Xu Qingzhi who was being pulled by Mo Yunchang as he muttered to himself. A middle-aged man who looked like a servant walked up and whispered something into Xue Guozhou's ear, only to see him shaking his head slightly.

Xue was stroking his sword at his waist, but all the artifacts were spiritual, but such spirituality could only be awakened by the connection between the weapon's owner and the weapon itself when his mind was clear. Xue had never seen anyone who could attract the sword of the Lord as an outsider.

"Forget it, I'm more or less just a Humble Class student who will be taking the exam. That little girl, however, was able to lure Wolf Gu out of his scabbard for some reason. This hometown examination is getting more and more interesting."

When he mentioned the Xu Qingzhi who was dragged away by Mo Yunqian, he was currently instructing Mo Yunchang. The continuous, painstaking chatter made Mo Yunchang feel somewhat annoyed.

"Hmph, I don't need to care about him. I've seen many people like him, and at home, there are always these people who boast of being amorous and elegant, or the young and talented! What a bore it is to just ignore them."

Xu Qingzhi helplessly shook his head. However, as he thought about how Mo Yunchang had nothing to say to him, he felt an indescribable sense of pride in his heart. How strange, this is not the work of a gentleman, how can such thoughts be born in vain. However, he was somehow happy.

As the Lantern Festival approached its peak, people began to race to put on lanterns, and now there were many lanterns floating in the air above the city, either for the hearts of their daughters or for the beautiful pursuit of the scholars. This scene was indescribably beautiful and warm. Xu Qingzhi really wanted to bring his parents who were far away in Clear Water Town to have a look. Presumably, his mother would be so excited that she would shout and shout.

It had to be said that the people of the Northern Lands were truly fierce and fierce. Xu Qingzhi had seen several conflicts along the way because of the rush to buy the most beautiful lanterns. Of course, there was also the fermenting of this wine. However, most people didn't cause trouble or seek revenge when they were sober. On such a night, even a fighting rack would appear somewhat cute.

"Look, look! Oh my god, look, Xu Qinzhi! She's so beautiful!"

Mo Yunchang was deeply shocked by the colourful lights that filled the sky. Like countless other similar young ladies in the city, she raised her head up to the sky and cheered in jubilation. If it weren't for the many festivals set up by the princess, the city would have been like the countless bordering cities, with only gold, silver, and silk transactions as well as the background color of the snow, sand, and snow, appearing dry and boring.

Xu Qingzhi quietly gazed at the excited Mo Yunchang. Yes, she was truly beautiful. He could not help but think of that poem. Why would he resent the distant night when they were at the ends of the earth?

He believed that one day, he would be like that white-robed general, able to spread his ambitions and defend himself. But why was it that the first thing he thought of in his heart was no longer to bring glory to his parents when the day came, but to stand shoulder to shoulder with the girl in front of him?

Xu Qinghou's face slightly turned red.

"Xu Qingzhi, let's go put on a colored light as well."

"I'll listen to you."

"Xu Qingzhi, what do you want to write on that small piece of paper?"

"I don't know... "What do you think?"

"Otherwise, just write that Mo YunChang will become the number one swordsman in the world."

"Alright."

"..."

After parting ways with Xu Qingzhi and Chen Changsheng, he directly walked over to the restaurant. He was not greedy for the pot of West Wind Fiery, but just a moment ago, he felt a familiar spear intent coming from outside the city, unbridled and unbridled. At the same time, a monstrous killing intent surged from the small restaurant in front of him.

"Do you have to go?"

Old Wang sat opposite the woman in black without a care in the world.

"I have to go."

The woman took another sip of the alcohol. She had been in the north of the city for many years and had drunk a lot of strong alcohol.

"You're not the opponent."

The woman in black stood up, placed a bunch of coins on the table, and walked out.

"So what?"

This was her, if Mo Yunchang could be here and recognize this girl in black, then perhaps she would change her opinion of this swordsman. This was also Old Wang's selfish desire to bring this little girl to see this big show in Ye Yang City.

He always said that he wanted to be that unstoppable swordsman, but didn't this slender girl with a sword seem more like that person who lived to the death and didn't want to do anything? Mo Clan's little girl, this time this old man will invite you to watch a big show.