Moonlight and wind

"The cavalry breaks through the frozen road, and the snow dances all over the sky!" A wonderful sound can be heard faintly.

Shan Zimo curled up on the ground with his hands on his head. It was a sunny day, but he saw snow flying all over the sky. He looked closely and realized that it was not just snow but sword lights dancing in the sky like snowflakes!

He felt several large knives slashing across his head and sides. The coldness of the knives caused his body, which had just warmed up, to start shaking again.

"Okay, that's enough!" Immediately, the snowflakes disappeared. "My son," Shan Youshi immediately went to check on Shan Zimo, who was slumped on the ground, "You don't even remember the moves of our sect?" Shan Zimo shook his head while trembling.

"Someone come! Carry the young master in!" Shan Youshi stepped aside, and four maids gently lifted Shan Zimo and walked towards Yuehua Palace.

"Go and invite the Immortal Doctor Qingyi!" Shan Youshi said to Ziqi. "Madam, the Immortal Doctor Qingyi went down the mountain to the town to practice medicine and save people a few days ago." "Then send someone to invite him back!" After saying that, Shan Youshi also walked into Yuehua Palace.

Ziqi came to Xueji Palace and was about to go down the mountain when Zijun came up to her outside the door, "Where are you going, Sister Ziqi?" "I'm going down the mountain to ask the Immortal Doctor Qingyi to come back." "It's tiring to go up and down the mountain. Let Zijun go. He has plenty of strength." Zijun looked at Ziqi with a naive smile.

"Well, you are quicker than me. You must bring back Immortal Doctor Qingyi and send him directly to Yuehua Palace." "Okay, Sister Ziqi." As soon as the words fell, Zijun rushed out. Ziqi looked down and saw that they had arrived at the three mountain gates.

Zijun ran while laughing happily. "A reminder, it's best to hide!" The hunchbacked old man sitting at the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain said without raising his head. The blue-clothed disciples immediately stopped and stood on both sides, leaving the confused Jianghu wanderer at a loss.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind and a laugh was heard, and Jianghu Sanren was knocked to the ground. Swords, spears, axes, knives and forks flew everywhere and scattered all over the ground. Jianghu Sanren rolled on the ground to avoid his own weapons!

"What happened?" "I didn't see it clearly, it was too fast!" The Jianghu wanderers supported each other and stood up. When they looked up, they saw that the blue-clothed disciples had already lined up. Stop talking and keep fighting!

Just after entering the city gate, there was a roadside stall with only a table and two chairs. An old man with silver hair and a kind face, dressed in a snowy robe, was feeling the pulse of an old woman.

Zijun came to the stall and stood there, looking at the old man with a silly smile. The old man looked up and said, "Alas," he took back his hand from the old woman's arm, then took out a few pills from a black jade medicine box and handed them to the old woman, "One pill a day, just eat it up." The old woman took the pills and left with great gratitude.

"Don't panic, my little disciple. I'll pack it up..." The old man had just picked up the black jade medicine box and drew a circle in the air with a helpless look on his face. He was caught by Zijun and carried on his back. Zijun carried the old man and ran up the mountain.

"Here it comes again!" the hunchbacked old man said again. This time, Jianghu Wanderer listened to his advice and immediately stepped aside, opening his eyes wide to see what was running so fast.

They saw a white shadow whizzing past them, "What is that?" "An old man?" "What kind of force does he have to run so fast?" They chatted while going back to the mountain gate to continue fighting.

Zijun carried the immortal doctor Qingyi to Yuehua Palace. Ziqi was already waiting outside the door. "Zijun, you run faster today!" She went to support the immortal doctor Qingyi with a smile. "Are you okay, immortal doctor?" "I'm used to it..." The immortal doctor Qingyi waved his hand and said, "Who is sick? Why are you so anxious?" Zijun ran back to Xueji Palace.

"Madam," Immortal Doctor Qingyi bowed, "Excuse me, is Madam ill?" "Immortal Doctor Qingyi, it's Zimo who is ill," a maid led the Immortal Doctor to Zimo's bedside, "He has been like this since he came back yesterday, please take a look!"

Dan Zimo, who was lying on the bed, forced a fake smile at the old man with a sage-like appearance, then stretched his arm out from under the quilt. The sage doctor put one hand on his pulse.

The immortal doctor, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly frowned, "It's over, at least the cancer has started!" Shan Zimo thought.

"Young master's pulse is very strange," the immortal doctor seemed to be unconvinced and pressed Shan Zimo's pulse hard again. "He has no internal strength at all," Immortal Doctor Qingyi said lightly, as if it was not a big deal in his eyes. "He has lost all his martial arts," Immortal Doctor Qingyi actually nodded.

"What the Immortal Doctor said is right!" Shan Youshi echoed from the side. "There is nothing strange about these things," the Immortal Doctor said nonchalantly, "The strange thing is..." The Immortal Doctor stroked his beard.

"What's so strange about it?" Shan Youshi asked anxiously. "If I remember correctly, the young master has a pure yang body that is rare in a century?" "That's right!" Shan Youshi nodded.

"But now, judging from the pulse, the young master no longer has a pure yang body!" Shan Zimo had a look of seeing through everything on his face, and he actually didn't care.

"Dan Boyu! Did your young master really just fall off his horse?" Shan Youshi asked. "The young master really just fell off his horse, and then we came back, we didn't go anywhere!" Shan Boyu knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Although the young master no longer has a pure yang body, but..." Shan Zimo really wanted to press the fast-forward button to make him speak faster, "but the young master now has a pure yin body!" "What?" Shan Youshi and Shan Zimo shouted in unison.

"Then I am a woman?" Shan Zimo sat up from the bed.

"No, no, young master, you are joking. You are not a woman at all," said Immortal Doctor Qingyi, pressing Shan Zimo's shoulder. "It's just that your pure yin body is more suitable for some feminine or Tai Chi internal skills, which will make your practice more effective."

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be more suitable for our sect's Snow Shadow Divine Art? How come he has no internal strength at all?" Shan Youshi was puzzled.

"This... I haven't figured it out either," Immortal Doctor Qingyi twisted a strand of his beard, "Maybe this is an opportunity. Before, the young master's pure yang body couldn't fully match the Snow Shadow Divine Art, which resulted in the young master's martial arts being unable to break through. Now is a good time to practice again!"

"If what the immortal doctor said is true, then it would be a great thing!" "Exactly! Exactly!" "Is this a blessing in disguise?" Shan Zimo thought.

"Please ask Doctor Qingyi to keep the secret for my son and me. I hope my son can recover soon." "Madam, what you should consider is that all the sects are keeping an eye on us, and the young master is a person that everyone is paying attention to. You'd better be careful!" After saying that, Ziqi sent Doctor Qingyi back to his thatched cottage.

"My son, you should start learning from Ziqi and the others tomorrow. Although they are not as good as your father, they are more than enough to teach you now." Shan Youshi held Shan Zimo's hand.

"Oh, right," Shan Youshi suddenly remembered something, "Do you still remember how to practice the Snowfall Sword Technique and the Snow Shadow Divine Art?" "I don't remember..."

"Except for your mother, you don't remember anything? Has your pure Yin body also replaced your brain?" Shan Youshi hugged Shan Zimo in her arms, "My dear son, just remember your mother!"