The first snow in Chuping year fell quietly on the night near the end of the year. The streets and alleys were covered with red, and the atmosphere was warm. The crowds of people buying New Year's goods were bustling on the streets, picking and choosing. The bargaining sounds were hustling in the air with the white fog coming out of their mouths.

The three people walked out with shoulders, the fat figure was carrying a woman and a bald man carrying a large bag of New Year's goods. He was heading towards a small courtyard with joy on his face. The three people were talking and laughing on the way, and the fat man was probably showing off something.

In the heavy snow in winter, snowflakes fluttered down the courtyard, with silver-white sword body flat, and snow accumulated on it layer by layer. The woman holding the sword kept moving and maintaining a certain posture of drawing the sword. Under the eaves, Bai Ning, wearing a mask, sat there, with the black knife standing next to her.

Within a short distance, Zhou Tong seemed to be discussing something with him, and his opinions were not consistent.

"Although Fuqi is practicing the sword technique you teach, I will decide how to practice it. If you stand on the ground, you must stand firmly. Practicing martial arts is a big deal, how can you be greedy for quickness..."

The old man seemed to scold his disciples and said a lot, but Bai Ning on the opposite side ignored him and his eyes remained on the motionless woman. Shangou Yeying and others looked at the two people there helplessly, shrugging their shoulders, quite helpless.

"…. There are people who are greedy for shortcuts in this world. At that time, I had some interactions with Bai Ning, the Dongchang. This person's martial arts progressed rapidly, which was rare in his life. But he did not dabble in the ten big words "Practice martial arts first, practice the mind first, establish virtue first, establish virtue first, he did not dabble in the ten big words. If his martial arts advance, his heart will naturally grow bigger... If a person's heart grows too fast, it will easily become crooked."

Bai Ning tilted his head slightly and looked at the old man without defending him. Some people have their own worldview and their own ideas and opinions on matters, especially an old man, no matter how much he says, it doesn't make sense.

In the snow, Xifu's cheeks were red, and his arms raised trembled slightly. Bai Ning ignored the old man and spat at the woman and said something.

"The breeze brings back the moon, and the young swallows flap their wings to the branches..."

As if this mantra has been practiced countless times, Xifu subconsciously pulled his wrist and the sword edge trembled open with a buzzing sound. The moment the snow filled the air, the sword shadow wrapped around a semicircle, and the snowflakes falling from the way they passed were driven and turbulent.

In the afternoon, in the sun without temperature, the snow on the leaves seemed to be unable to bear the weight and collapsed. On the snow in the middle of the courtyard, the woman stopped stepping on the snow, embroidered shoes and stepped on the snow. The long sword in her hand pierced out with her eyes.

Buzzing...

The sword body buzzed gently in the air.

…

"mess…."

The old man stared at him with a beard and stared at him, and turned around and walked around in anger with his hands behind his back. Xifu then came to his senses, put away his sword, looked at the crowd under the eaves with a little disbelief, and then pointed at himself.

"I just stabbed the sword out... Did I do it?"

Nighthawk, mountain dog, and lynx nodded together, and even Bai Ning clapped her palms. The woman's face was flushed and she jumped happily on the spot, "So... I'm going to become a master, too?"

The three of them shook their heads again. Nighthawk didn't want to hit her, but they didn't want to cause any mistakes that might happen in the future because of a compliment. He explained: "...Miss, you have been practicing martial arts too late, and your bones have been fixed. Besides, Brother Huang gave you only sword moves and no luck method. You can play at most three levels. If you combine the two factors, the lady is destined to be a second-rate..."

While speaking, the gate of the yard was opened. Fatty, Wenjuan and Li San came in with New Year's goods. Wang Wei raised the long strip of fat bacon, sucked deeply, and said, "Look at how fragrant this meat is, the knife skills of people who cut this meat must be excellent. They are just as good as me... After dinner later, I will make you something delicious... I'm so greedy."

He put the bacon treasure under his armpit and took Wenjuan and the other two hurried to the kitchen. Xifu withdrew his gaze and continued the words just now, "...I have been practicing for a few months... I've only been a second-rate..."

"Just be content, Miss." Shangou leaned halfway against the pillar under the eaves. "Many people have been staying here all their lives. Besides, with Brother Huang and Master Zhou here, you won't have the chance to do it...hehe."

Looking at the woman who was arguing with Shangou and others, Bai Ning sat there quietly. Recently, he spoke less and less. As the New Year approached, the old calendar passed, and the movements coming from the capital were getting more and more stable. Huang Xin was rescued, and Zheng Wan and the system united, using Bai Ning's identity, to get back some rights bit by bit.

But none of these are the most important.

The important thing is that after spending this year with Xifu, he will return to the capital. With the full cooperation of the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue, the construction of the Tongtian Tower has summoned tens of thousands of homeless refugees. From the start of construction in spring, and then to the end of the year, it has almost been completed. What the system has to do has almost come to an end.

Then the only thing left is what Bai Ning wants to do.

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, the snow stopped. The unexpected visitors also came. The person who came to the door was wearing a velvet-collared robe and a sword with a flying swallow mark hanging around his waist. He came in with a tall figure. After getting to know everyone, he was invited by Zhou Tong to talk to the living room. The person brought by this person stayed outside and stared at each other with big eyes and staring at each other.

"The reputation of Senior Zhou is well-known, and the clerk is far away from him. He has stepped into the river. I even heard that Master Zhou was framed a few days ago, which made the clerk feel that this world is a bit mean to an old man."

Xifu added tea and put it on the table. Li Wenshu looked over there, "Is this girl Master Zhou Lingai?"

At this time, the woman poured the tea and went out. Behind her, Zhou Tong nodded, looked at the back of her, and said, "Yes, but she was rescued by me who was unintentionally outside the city after the Jurchens retreated to attack Bianliang. Seeing that she was lonely and helpless, she took her as her daughter, which was a pity that I had no descendants."

"Master Zhou is kind and righteous, and I admire the clerk! If everyone is like Senior Zhou today, why worry about the unstable family and country?" Li Wenshu stood up and bowed to the old man with fists.

"If you can't do it, get up quickly." Zhou Tong went to support him, and was interested in the young man, so he kindly asked the other party to sit down and asked him about the purpose of his visit.

"I am here today, so I am naturally paying New Year's greetings to my seniors... but there is another thing I need to ask me for."

"What's the matter?"

Li Wenshu looked at the old man calmly, then opened his mouth: "Prepare the righteousness and kill Bai Ning!"

The room suddenly became quiet. It seemed that the wind and snow were shaking outside. When they squeezed into the crack of the door, there was a whirring sound. Zhou Tong frowned opposite his figure.
Chapter completed!