Moonlight and wind

Shan Zimo felt particularly at ease lying in Yuehua Palace. He looked around and found that this was indeed a woman's boudoir, completely different from the Xueji Palace in front, with curtains lingering and the fragrance filling the air.

Moreover, and most importantly, there is a heater in this hall! This finally stopped Dan Zimo, who was shivering from the cold.

"My son, what happened to you today? Why are you so afraid of the cold? Where is your protective qi?" Shan Youshi asked, stroking Shan Zimo's forehead.

"I also have true qi to protect my body?" Shan Zimo frowned, "No wonder the people in this sect are dressed so thinly, it turns out they have true qi to protect their bodies! Who can tell me how to use it!" Shan Zimo sighed in his heart and buried his head in the quilt.

"What? Your true energy is not flowing? You shouldn't be so cold! Your father makes you soak in extremely cold water every day, and your physique can withstand the cold!" As she said that, Shan Youshi reached her hand into the quilt and felt Shan Zimo's pulse.

After a while, Shan Youshi pulled her hand away in confusion, and then shouted: "My son, where is your inner strength!"

When Shan Zimo heard this, he realized that it was all over, there was nothing left, and he was starting as a newbie, a level one minion!

On the platform of Xue Ji Palace, a young man in animal skin armor was clenching his fists very vigilantly, circulating the internal Qi in his body, and white smoke was coming out of his fists under the cold moonlight.

Looking up, he saw a few snowflakes falling above his head, and then He Lingxiao was hit several times in the back by the handle of the knife.

He Lingxiao stepped on the ground with his feet, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and the internal energy in his body was like the rolling mountains, and the snowflakes could no longer get close to him.

Zi Yu stood in front of He Lingxiao, the shining Han Xing Ying Xue knife under the moonlight was chilling.

Zi Yu raised the knife and pointed it directly at He Lingxiao. The blade began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the knife in his hand even sharper!

Zi Yu shook his wrist, and a stream of true energy rushed out along the blade, quickly freezing He Lingxiao's true energy. The next second, Zi Yu was about to swing his knife down.

"Okay, that's enough!" Shan Tianxiang suddenly stopped the two from sparring.

Zi Yu retracted the knife, and the ice on the blade began to boil, evaporating with a sizzling sound.

"Lingxiao has indeed improved!" The second hall master came forward and said, "Your blocking technique with mountains and ridges has become more and more proficient!" "Uncle Tianxiang, I haven't even made a move yet, why did you stop?" He Lingxiao said with a pout.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. You came so late today and have been traveling all the way. It's time to rest. Ziqi, take the young master to the wing room to rest."

A female disciple dressed in white came up to He Lingxiao and said, "Please follow me, young master." "Where is Zimo? I want to find him!" "Go ahead, take him to Yuehua Palace to find the hall master's wife." Shan Tianxiang waved his hands helplessly.

"Zimo!" He Lingxiao's voice came from outside the door. "Who is this person!" Shan Zimo covered his head, "Oh no!" Because Yuehua Palace did not keep male attendants at night, Shan Boyu was not by his side, and no one could give him an answer!

"Lingxiao, let me see you quickly, you've grown a lot taller!" Fortunately, He Lingxiao was stopped by Shan Youshi as soon as he entered the room.

"So this is the guy who wanted to compete with me, and I got slapped in vain!" Shan Zimo got angry just thinking about it, and the angrier he got, the more painful his face became!

"Where is Zimo? What happened to him?" "It's nothing serious, just take a rest!" Shan Youshi insisted on pulling him to sit in the hall. He Lingxiao had to give up the idea of ​​looking for Shan Zimo. After listening to Shan Youshi's questions for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and followed Ziqi to the side room to rest.

"Bring Shan Boyu to me!" Shan Youshi shouted after He Lingxiao left. The maid was about to remind the male servants not to enter Yuehua Palace at night, but when she saw Shan Youshi's gloomy face, she didn't dare to say anything and brought Shan Boyu in.

As soon as he entered the room, Shan Boyu immediately knelt in front of Shan Youshi, lying on the ground without daring to look up. "Tell me, what happened to Zimo today? If you dare to lie again, you'll be in trouble!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Madam, today I am going to the back mountain with the young master. The young master said he wants to practice there because the north wind is strong in the back mountain..."

"Pick out the key points!" "Yes! The young master was riding a horse, and suddenly a fat white fox jumped out, startling the young master's horse, and then the young master fell off..."

"Zi Mo fell off his horse?" "Exactly!" "Zi Mo is a first-rate rider and can tame any wild horse. How could he fall off his horse because he was frightened? You are lying! Someone come! Beat him up!" The hall master's wife said angrily, slamming the table.

"Every word I said is true!" Shan Boyu almost cried. "The young master fell off the horse and was unconscious for a while, and this is what happened when he woke up!" Shan Boyu kowtowed repeatedly, begging the lady of the hall to spare his life.

Shan Youshi raised her hand and waved, and the maid who was about to come out to beat Shan Boyu retreated and left, leaving Shan Boyu alone.

"Does anyone else know about this?" "No! I promise no one!" "Okay! From tomorrow on, I will allow you to serve the young master in Yuehua Palace until the young master fully recovers!" "Yes, yes, yes! As you command!"

"Also, don't let anyone know! Including the hall master!" "I understand!" Shan Boyu retreated to Shan Zimo's room to serve him, leaving Shan Youshi alone, lying on the chaise longue in the hall. She thought absentmindedly for a while, then asked the maid to help her go to sleep.

Here, Shan Boyu stood beside Shan Zimo's bed. Shan Zimo poked his head out from under the quilt. "How do you circulate your Qi?" Shan Zimo whispered. "I don't know how either!" Shan Boyu spread his hands.

"Don't lie to me! If you can't, then why aren't you afraid of the cold?" "Just like the hall master asked you to soak in the Hanyu Lake, we also need to cultivate ourselves. Although we don't have internal strength, our physique is strong enough to keep us warm."

"Then can you run up the stairs so fast?" "Young Master, try running for ten or twenty years!" Shan Zimo shrank back into the quilt like a deflated balloon.

The next day, Shan Zimo woke up, stood outside the hall, looked at the vast snow, and exhaled a breath of mist. Suddenly he found that he was not as afraid of the cold as he was yesterday!

"What! My Qi is flowing?" Shan Zimo was a little happy, and immediately called Shan Boyu. "Look at me, I'm not cold anymore!" Shan Zimo spread his arms and let the cold wind from the top of the mountain blow over.

"Is it possible that your body is protecting you?" This sentence made Shan Zimo depressed again. "My son, how do you feel today?" Shan Youshi came out from behind accompanied by her maid.

"Mom, I feel much better. At least I'm not afraid of the cold anymore!" Shan Zimo still had a glimmer of hope. "Okay, okay, someone come and give me a shot!"

As soon as she finished speaking, three beautiful ladies stood up behind Shan Youshi. All three of them were dressed in white brocade. One of them was Ziqi who had accompanied He Lingxiao to Yuehua Palace last night.

These three, Ziqi, Ziyan and Ziyue are the three major female disciples, at the martial arts master level, able to fight against many enemies alone, and are specifically responsible for protecting the hall master's wife and the young master.

With a clang, the three men drew out three large swords from their backs. These three swords were more delicate than Zi Yu's Cold Star Reflecting Snow Sword, Cold Moon Condensing Frost Sword. The three female disciples lined up and raised their swords to chop at their young master.

"Oh my God! Save me!" Shan Zimo collapsed on the ground, unable to move.