Moonlight and wind

The next day, Shan Zimo and Yu Wenlin came to the tea shop in Zither Lane together. Yu Wenlin became busy. Shan Zimo and Shan Boyu came to the private room on the second floor of the tea shop. They opened the window and could see the big arena.

The female tea master brought snacks and freshly brewed tea, placed them on the lark table, and stood aside to serve. Shan Zimo leaned against the window, lying on the windowsill, waiting for the next competition to begin, and a familiar figure appeared in the crowd!

"You are here indeed!" The familiar figure was Xuanyue, a woman dressed as a man! She appeared under the ring again with Zi Ling'er, sat down in the front row, and left after the waiter greeted them.

Shan Zimo took Shan Boyu out of the tea shop and sat down in front of Xuanyue's square table. The waiter came over immediately and greeted them, "My two gentlemen, do you want me to open a new table for you two?" "No need, we are old acquaintances, right?" Shan Zimo said to Xuanyue with a crooked smile, but Xuanyue ignored him.

"I guessed you would return to Wudu," Shan Zimo said with a look of insight. "Why?" "It's not simple, because you don't have enough money to support you to the Southland." Shan Zimo said indifferently, "Are you back to get money?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Zhong, the servant from before, ran over here with a small bundle.

"Miss, everything you want is in there!" Zi Zhong said breathlessly, handing the bag to Zi Ling'er to put away.

"Where are you going, young lady? Zi Zhong will go with you so that he can serve you!" "It's a long way to go, you just stay at home and take care of my father for me!" Listening to the conversation between the master and servant, Shan Zimo had no intention of joining in.

"Young Master, do you have any other instructions?" Xuanyue asked unhappily. "No, I just want to kindly advise you not to go to the South Country."

Seeing that Qu Xuanyue was about to speak, Shan Zimo quickly waved his hand and said, "Of course, whether you go or not is your own business. I just said it casually and you just listen to it. By the way, Miss, you are back in Wudu, so my mission of sending you back is completed." After that, he stood up and took Shan Boyu away from the arena and went back to the tea shop.

"What if Miss Que really goes to the South alone?" Shan Boyu asked. "She can't go for a while." Shan Zimo said confidently.

"Zimo!" Yuwenlin walked around the tea shop but didn't see him. He looked at the door and saw two people approaching.

"Yuwenlin, do you want to go back with us?" Shan Zimo stopped at the door. "I won't go back for now," Yuwenlin said, holding Shan Zimo's shoulders, "I'll go back after I've arranged the two teahouses. I'll make sure I can arrive before the New Year." "Okay, Shan Boyu and I will go back now. See you at Xueying Hall." After that, Shan Zimo took Shan Boyu away from Wudu.

Shan Zimo could ride a horse very skillfully now. When the two were riding on the way back to Xueying Hall, a man with a sword on his back appeared in front of them. His long robe looked a bit like that of a Hanyu disciple.

Shan Zimo pulled the reins, and Shan Boyu also stopped. "Young Master!" Shan Boyu pointed at the man with the sword on his back, and Shan Zimo nodded.

"He's probably the fake one!" The two men rode past him on either side, sandwiching him in the middle. "Is this swordsman a disciple of the Snow Shadow Hall?" Shan Zimo asked as he sat on his tall horse.

The man looked up and caught a glimpse of the jade pendant on Shan Zimo's waist. He pressed down the bamboo hat on his head and ignored it and continued on his way.

Shan Boyu took two quick steps forward and put his horse in front of the swordsman, blocking his way. The swordsman suddenly stopped there, Shan Zimo jumped off his horse and walked behind the swordsman, "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Shan Zimo stepped forward and put one hand on the swordsman's shoulder.

The swordsman quickly pulled out his big sword from the weapon bag on his back and almost cut Shan Zimo's arm!

Shan Boyu quickly took his horse and hid aside, and looked for an opportunity to take Shan Zimo's horse, because Shan Zimo's Frost and Snow Dragon Chant Sword was on the horse's back!

At this time, the swordsman had already grasped his sword and was facing the unarmed Shan Zimo. But at this time, Shan Zimo was not panicked at all, and even a little excited!

The swordsman's sword slashed straight at Shan Zimo, who raised one arm to block it. "Not good!" Shan Boyu shouted.

But looking again, Shan Zimo was found to be unharmed. The torn sleeve revealed a part of his arm, which had the luster of ice crystal under the sunlight!

It turned out that when Dan Zimo was running his internal force in the extremely cold water, he accidentally discovered that when his internal force and the true qi around him reached a critical point, the true qi could be frozen in an instant, just like the blocking in the Snowfall Sword Technique, forming a layer of frozen barrier! And today Dan Zimo just wanted to give it a try, so he got off the horse without the Frost Snow Dragon Song Sword.

This knife also shocked the swordsman, and he held the knife in front of him with both hands, and the blade reflected his murderous eyes. This knife went straight to Shan Zimo's face!

Shan Zimo stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling like a living target, waiting for the swordsman to stab him. When the tip of the sword appeared in front of him, Shan Zimo raised his right hand, using his hand as a sword. The Qi running in his palm was chilling!

Shan Zimo's head flicked to the side, and his right hand pressed against the swordsman's chest at an invisible speed. If this was his Frost and Snow Dragon's Roar Sword, the swordsman would have been dead by now!

This caused the swordsman to take a few steps back and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. He held the sword in one hand across his chest and used the other hand to circulate his internal energy, brushing the blade, forming a layer of ice and making the blade sharper.

"It's really the Snowfall Sword Technique!" Shan Zimo said with a hint of amusement. "It looks like you can't leave today!"

Shan Zimo stretched out his right hand and raised it above his head. Shan Boyu immediately jumped up and kicked the Frost and Snow Dragon Roar Blade out of the scabbard. The Frost and Snow Dragon Roar Blade flew towards Shan Zimo like a silver dragon. Shan Zimo held the Frost and Snow Dragon Roar Blade steadily.

The moment he held the knife, the true energy around Shan Zimo merged with the blade energy of the Frost and Snow Dragon Roar Knife, and a powerful force was about to burst out!

"Frost and Snow Dragon Roar Blade!" The swordsman looked at the sword and said, "So it's the eldest young master of Snow Shadow Hall!" The swordsman showed a disdainful expression on his face. He wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, held the sword that was frozen with a layer of ice in both hands, and launched an attack on Shan Zimo.

For a moment, the sky was full of flying snow. Shan Zimo was seen standing in place with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding the Frost Snow Dragon Chant Sword, constantly turning the sword, making a sound of sword collision.

"Don't waste your energy. Using your fake Snowfall Sword Technique to deal with the original one? Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Shan Zimo even felt a little bored.

The swordsman then slowed down his pace, and the sword lights and snowflakes in the air disappeared. "Yeah, how can I compete with this deity?" The swordsman still smiled disdainfully.

The two men confronted each other with knives. The swordsman rushed forward with the knife in his hand. Shan Zimo put the knife behind him, dodged the tip of the knife by leaning sideways, and with one hand he followed the tip of the knife up to the handle and grabbed the swordsman's wrist tightly. Shan Zimo gathered his internal strength in one hand, and his bulging blue veins were exposed in the torn sleeves. With a move of grappling and throwing, he not only confiscated the swordsman's knife, but also threw him heavily out!

Shan Zimo held two swords in both hands, crossed them in front of his chest, and smiled smugly.