Moonlight and wind

"Is everything ok, Zimo?" Uncle San asked with concern. "It should be... ok." Shan Zimo didn't know how to answer this question.

He was still thinking, "What if the person I traveled to is very skilled? Logically speaking, there should be no problem. Unfortunately, time is too tight and I haven't tried it yet." While thinking in his mind, he touched his biceps with his hand, "Ha! Not bad! He is a martial artist." Shan Zimo suddenly became confident!

Seeing that the young master was a little worried, Shan Boyu leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Young master, don't worry. The eldest young master of Longxiang Villa is as strong as you." "What strength?" "Now he has reached the level of Wuzong."

"What level is Wuzong?" "It's Zijun's level!" "Oh, I see." Thinking of the little kid who carried him up the mountain, Shan Zimo became more confident.

"Then what level am I at?" "Young Master, you are also a martial arts master." "Then doesn't that mean we have no chance of winning?" "We are all from allied gangs and good friends who grew up together. It doesn't matter who wins or loses!" Shan Boyu said easily.

"What's your level?" Shan Zimo suddenly asked curiously. "How can I have a level?" Shan Boyu said with a smile, scratching his head.

"Who is the most powerful among them?" "Is there any need to ask? Of course it's the hall master!" "What level?" "Martial Master."

"Are there any more powerful ones?" "Not yet, but there are records of even more powerful masters like Wu Huang, Wu Shen, and Wu Ji." "It seems I still have to work hard. If I don't become Wu Ji, I will be sorry for this journey!"

"What are you two whispering about?" Shan Tianxiang glanced at the two who had been whispering. "Dad, I'll go get ready first." Shan Zimo stood up and left Xue Ji Hall.

"Where is the martial arts training ground here?" "The martial arts training platform?" "Yes, that's the place. I need to find someone to practice with and see how it feels."

As he was talking, he saw the third disciple Zijun standing outside the door, still looking at Shan Zimo with a silly smile on his face. "Since we are equally strong, why not practice with him?"

Shan Zimo waved to Zijun, who immediately ran to his side. "Come, hit me!" After saying that, Shan Boyu and Zijun stared at him blankly.

"Hurry, let me try my strength!" Shan Zimo clenched his fists, blocked his face, and jumped lightly.

Although Shen Lingfeng had never learned fighting, he thought that he had played it in the game, which was equivalent to learning it. The two looked at their young master's strange movements and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Hurry up, come and hit me!" Shan Zimo was still jumping. Before he could blink, he felt a burning pain on the left side of his face. His body lost its balance and fell to the right. With a muffled sound, Shan Zimo lay on the ground motionless.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Zijun squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the young master who was knocked down by his slap, still smiling foolishly.

"You...what did you do just now?" Shan Zimo asked, panting as he lay on the cold stone slab. "Zijun just raised his hand, and you fell down." Shan Zimo almost vomited blood when he saw Zijun's innocent face.

The two men helped Shan Zimo up and sat on the stone steps to continue breathing. "Didn't you say that he and I were equally strong? Why didn't I react at all?" Shan Zimo looked at Shan Boyu with resentment.

Shan Boyu also shook his head to show that he didn't understand. Shan Zimo touched his hot left cheek and said, "What should I do when the young master comes?" The two of them held their left cheeks to think about countermeasures, and Zijun also held his left cheek and smiled foolishly.

"I got it! Just say that you, young master, are possessed by evil spirits!" Shan Boyu's eyes lit up as he came up with this clever idea.

"Can the hall master and the others believe it?" Shan Zimo grabbed a handful of snow from the stone railing and applied it to his gradually swollen left face. "We have to go find the hall master's wife!" Shan Boyu's eyes lit up, "The hall master's wife believes in these things the most, and you are the hall master's wife's treasure, as long as she doesn't let you spar, no one can say anything."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I got slapped in vain!" "Didn't you insist on giving it a try?" "Okay, take me to find the hall master's wife! Go slower, everyone is here!" Shan Boyu led the young master to the main hall at the back, and Zijun stood stupidly outside the Xueji Hall again.

The two came to a large hall, the Yuehua Hall, "This is where the hall master's wife and the young master live." Shan Boyu pointed to the plaque.

"Young master, please do that crazy jumping around again. I'll go call the hall master's wife." "That's called fighting!" "No matter what kind of chicken it is, just move quickly!" Shan Boyu held the door and looked inside.

Suddenly, "Oh no! The young master is possessed by evil spirits!" Shan Boyu shouted into the hall. After a while, many maids came out, escorting a graceful and beautiful woman, and Shan Zimo had to jump around there.

"My son, what happened?" The hall master's wife Shan Youshi stepped forward and tried to hold down her son who was beating non-stop. "Come quickly, hold him down!"

In order to act more realistically, Shan Zimo ignored the pain on his left face and jumped around desperately. It took four or five maids to hold him down, mainly because Shan Zimo could not jump anymore.

He was supported by the maids and entered Yuehua Palace. Under the light, Shan Youshi carefully examined her son, "This is terrible, such a big palm print! Who hit him so hard?" Shan Youshi asked Shan Boyu who was standing beside her.

"Who dares to hit the young master?" Shan Boyu said hurriedly. "The young master was preparing to meet the eldest young master of Longxiang Villa and had a fight. But as soon as he came out of Xueji Palace, he was knocked to the ground by an invisible force. After he got up, he kept jumping around like this. I think he might have been possessed by an evil spirit."

"You're not possessed!" Shan Youshi touched Shan Zimo's hot forehead. That's right, this slap not only made his left cheek red, swollen and hot, but his entire face was burning hot!

"Go tell the hall master that the young master can't spar tonight. If He Lingxiao insists on sparring, just find someone to play with him. Just say that Zimo is going to exorcise evil spirits in Yuehua Hall tonight!" After hearing this, Shan Boyu disappeared in a flash. "My son, what evil spirit has possessed you?"

Shan Boyu relayed Shan Youshi's words to the hall master, "Then let Ziyun play with him." "Ziyun is being beaten in the punishment hall."

"Why don't we let Zijun go?" The Second Hall Master said lightly. "No, Zijun is too strong, and he won't hurt Lingxiao!" The Third Hall Master nodded.

"Go to the training workshop to find Zi Yu and play with him for a while." Shan Boyu immediately ran to the training workshop to find the eldest disciple Zi Yu.

The training workshop looks like an extremely ordinary building from the outside, but when you get closer, you can feel the biting cold seeping from inside, which is even colder than the ice and snow outside.

Shan Boyu pushed open the door and wrapped his clothes unconsciously, "Big Brother, the hall master is looking for you."

The interior of the training workshop is made entirely of ice, with a pool of extremely cold water in the center. A young man with tied hair and bare back is sitting in the freezing water.

"Got it. I'll go right away." After saying that, the young man jumped out of the water, took down a plain brocade robe from the clothes rack beside him, and was fully dressed when he landed. He ran towards the Xue Ji Palace.

"Master, you are here for me." Zi Yu bowed and saluted. "The young master of Longxiang Villa will be here soon. You will spar with him on behalf of Zi Mo. With your current martial arts, you are about to break through to the martial arts sect, so try to be careful not to hurt Ling Xiao." "Yes, Master!" After saying that, Zi Yu stood aside with his hands hanging down.

"Zimo! Come and play with me!" A hearty laugh came from outside the door. The young man who walked in was wearing a set of animal skin armor, which was both warm and light. He had dark skin, a pair of bright eyes, and two small canine teeth that made him look even more playful and cute.

"Uncle Tianxiang! Uncle Tianao! Uncle Tianxiao!" The young man clasped his fists and saluted one by one. This young man with a youthful look was none other than He Lingxiao, the eldest young master of Longxiang Villa.

"Zi Mo, I'm not feeling well tonight and can't spar with you. Why don't you let Brother Zi Yu play with you for a while?" Shan Tianxiang still hasn't let go of Shan Zijing in his arms. The child has been twisted in his arms, but she just can't escape from her father's arms.

"What's wrong with Zimo? It would be boring if he doesn't want to spar with me!" He Lingxiao pouted and sat down on the chair.

"Your brother Ziyu heard that your martial arts skills have improved recently, and he also wants to see it for himself," the second hall master said cleverly.

"It spread so quickly? Well, it's just the people in the villa spreading it!" He Lingxiao couldn't help but raise his lips. "Let's try, I'm here! Let's go, Brother Ziyu!" After saying that, the two of them came to the platform outside the Xueji Palace. Others also came out to watch. Zijun was still looking at everyone happily outside the door.

"Zi Yu, don't use the knife," said the Second Hall Master. "No! Take it!" said He Lingxiao, who was overwhelmed by the praise, "If Xueying Hall doesn't use the knife, is it still the Snowfall Sword Technique?" Judging from the tone, He Lingxiao must be at least at the Martial King level.

"Sorry for the offense, young master!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Yu flashed past him.