Moonlight and wind

"Thank you all for your hard work!" Ziyun saluted to several Hanyu disciples. After they left, Ziyun looked at the newly built solitary grave in the back mountain, shook his head, and was about to leave when he saw a snowball moving behind a big tree not far away.

It was very easy to be dazzled in this icy and snowy environment. Ziyun looked carefully and found that it was not a snowball, but a fat snow-white fox!

The fat white fox was digging a hole under a big tree. He jumped down and dived into the hole he had dug, with his two hind legs moving around in the air.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ziyun flashed in front of the fat white fox at an extremely fast speed, grabbed its big tail, pulled it out of the ground, and held it in front of him. The fat white fox squinted its eyes and smiled at him flatteringly.

"Boy Jing will definitely like it!" As he said that, he hugged the fat white fox in his arms and ran towards Yuehua Palace.

In Yuehua Palace, Ziqi, Ziyan and Ziyue were making lanterns with Shan Zijing. When they saw Ziyun holding the fat white fox, they immediately jumped up and ran towards Ziyun.

"Brother Ziyun," Shan Zijing stood in front of him, stroking the big tail that drooped down, "This big fox is so beautiful!" "Do you like it?" "Yes!" "As long as the young master is obedient, this fat fox will be given to the young master!" "Zijing swears!" Shan Zijing immediately looked serious, "Zijing will definitely be obedient!"

"Hey!" The hall master's wife came over, "Your brother Ziyun loves you so much. This is a rare and clever fox!" As she said that, she reached out to touch the fat head of the white fox. The white fox still had a flattering smile on its face and even wagged its tail.

Ziyun handed the white fox to Shan Zijing. She struggled to hold the fat fox, which was almost as tall as herself. It was so fat that Shan Zijing's face turned red. The white fox was not afraid of strangers at all and licked Shan Zijing.

"I heard that Nannan got a baby?" Shan Tianxiang said from outside the door, "Show it to daddy!"

Shan Zijing lifted the fat white fox with all her strength, and Shan Tianxiang quickly took it. "It's really a treasure!" "Who said it wasn't!" The hall master's wife echoed, "If you are destined to be with your daughter, this is an excellent sacred object for cultivation!"

Shan Tianxiang put the fat white fox on the ground. The white fox's belly was touching the ground, and it circled around Shan Zijing, wagging its tail.

"It seems that it really chose Nannan!" Shan Tianxiang laughed.

"I haven't seen Zimo today," Shan Youshi suddenly asked. "He ran away again!" When Shan Zimo was mentioned, Shan Tianxiang's face immediately changed color.

"The child has grown up, it's time to let him go and explore on his own." With that, the two returned to the wing room. The three female disciples escorted Shan Zijing back to her room to rest, and Ziyun also returned to the disciples' residence.

The next day, Shan Tianxiang still hadn't seen Shan Zimo, and he sat in Xueji Palace with a grim face.

After a while, Zijun ran in and said, "Master, grandpa said that the young master went down the mountain yesterday." It turned out that when Shan Tianxiang did not see Shan Zimo, he sent Zijun to the foot of the mountain to ask the hunchbacked old man. The old man told Zijun that the two of them had gone down the mountain yesterday, and he ran back to report.

"He's getting more and more promising!" Shan Tianxiang snorted. "I think Zimo has been a little weird lately," the second hall master who was drinking tea suddenly said.

"What's weird about that?" "Zi Mo used to be quiet and aloof, but now he talks so much that I can't even get a word in!"

"Second brother, you worry too much," the Third Hall Master waved his hand, "The amount of words is secondary. The main thing is that I think Zimo's martial arts is very strange."

Hearing this, Zi Yu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but shudder, but this tiny movement was caught by Shan Tianxiang.

"Zi Yu!" Shan Tianxiang's loud voice rang out. "Disciple is here!" Zi Yu stepped forward and stood in front of Shan Tianxiang.

"Do you think Zimo has changed?" "Changed?" He thought about what the hall master's wife had said while thinking about how to answer the hall master. "There has definitely been some change."

After these words came out, the three hall masters straightened their bodies. "The young master has made rapid progress in his cultivation recently, and his internal strength is much stronger than before."

"Okay," Shan Tianxiang interrupted Zi Yu, "There's no need to say good things about him. Don't I know what kind of person he is?" Waving his hand, Zi Yu stepped back and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"A-choo!" Shan Zimo touched his nose, "Who said that to me!" Shan Zimo started looking around after he sat down, "Master, who are you looking for?" Shan Boyu asked. "I'm just taking a look." "Are you looking for Miss Qu?" Shan Boyu looked like he knew everything. "Don't tell me, I really want to know what she plans to do in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous drumbeat on the stage. Today, the stage looked a little different from before. A high platform was built in one corner of the stage. Four or five maids supported a gorgeously dressed girl to walk up to the platform and sat down in front of the Bailingtai.

Shan Zimo looked up at the daughter of the richest family and said, "She is pretty, but not as pretty as Qin Yumeng!" Shan Zimo smiled faintly.

The young lady raised her hand slightly, and two big men jumped onto the ring. "This is something to watch!" Shan Zimo leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and watched the two men about to fight.

A large man swung out a nunchaku from behind, holding the two ends, and confronted another man holding a broadsword. The swordsman also held the sword with both hands, pointing it directly at him, and the two were about to start fighting.

The swordsman went straight in with a single sword, and his speed was so fast that he stabbed the big man with his sword. The big man had no choice but to block with his stick and retreated repeatedly. He was pushed back to the edge of the ring. The big man swung his three-section staff, which crossed like a net. With a move of Taigong closing the net, he stuck the big sword in the middle, and finally got a chance to breathe!

The swordsman was not panicked at all, and even seemed to be secretly delighted. He swept his sword across and directly cut off the iron ring of the three-section staff! Holding the broken three-section staff, the big man was a little flustered, and quickly threw away the broken section and continued to fight.

The swordsman chopped down with his sword, and the sword and the nunchaku produced sparks. "The winner is already determined," Shan Zimo took a sip of tea, "their martial arts are not at the same level, this is just bullying an honest man."

As he said this, he glanced at the rich lady on the platform. The lady smiled and nodded to him. Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from the audience. Shan Zimo quickly turned his eyes back to the stage. The swordsman had already put his sword on the throat of the big man. The drums sounded from the audience. The swordsman won!

"Who else?" The victorious swordsman was very arrogant. He shouted loudly while standing on the stage. He looked around at the warriors who were planning to try their luck. Then he turned around and gave the lady on the stage a despicable look.

The young lady frowned slightly, lowered her head to drink tea and stopped looking at him. "No one else?" The swordsman was very proud, "Then I won't be polite, thank you!"

Just as he was about to salute with his sword in both hands, a handsome young man in a dark blue embroidered robe jumped onto the stage, his hands behind his back, a dashing young man. Seeing him, the ladies on the high platform all stood up, looking forward to it.

"Please give me your guidance!" The young man stretched out a hand and challenged the swordsman.

"I want to see what she wants to do!" Shan Zimo put his hands behind his head, leaned back in the chair, and smiled slightly.