This shadow guard is kinda nice

The three of them left Southern Chu all the way, the closer they got to Daliang, the colder the weather was, and wearing thin clothes naturally couldn't keep out the cold, but Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran had deep inner strength, so it didn't matter whether the clothes were thick or not, it was Zhao Tingzheng who suffered from the cold. shivering.

As soon as he entered the territory of Daliang, it started to snow in Yongzhou, and the snowflakes were scattered one after another. As soon as it landed, there was no trace.

Mo Ran took Zhao Tingzheng to a tailor's shop to buy clothes to keep out the cold. The thick cloak was draped over his body, and the fluff made the young man's skin white as jade, making him extremely warm.

The two returned to the inn, Xiao Yichen was bored in the inn, and fell asleep on the bed.

Mo Ran knocked on the door, but no one answered, he quietly pushed open the door and stepped in, saw Xiao Yichen fell asleep leaning on the bed frame, wanted to lay him down to make him sleep more comfortably, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up the master .

Mo Ran shook off the quilt on the bed, covered him very lightly, then exited the room, and gently closed the door.

Zhao Tingzheng was waiting not far from the door, and just about to say something, Mo Ran put his index finger on his lips, motioning him not to speak.

"Oh."

When the two reached the first floor, Mo Ran said that the master was sleeping.

Zhao Tingzheng asked him, "When will the master wake up?"

Moran shook his head and said he didn't know.

The two sat at the table without talking for a while, just quietly watching the snowflakes fluttering outside the window.

There was a charcoal fire burning inside the inn, and it was warm. There was a heavy curtain hanging at the door that hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Someone lifted the curtain, and a gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed straight into the room, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The sky gradually darkened, and people around were chatting about the martial arts conference. Even though more than half a month had passed, they still enjoyed talking about the battle between Ren Mingfeng and Jiang Yang.

A new pot of tea was placed on the table, and Zhao Tingzheng was holding the teacup. He asked Mo Ran, is Ren Mingfeng really as powerful as everyone said?

Mo Ran tilted his head, and his face was even more glamorous against the color of snow.

He thought of Mr. Wen Run in the green shirt that day, with blood dripping from the tip of his sword, "Very powerful, but not as powerful as the rumors say."

Zhao Tingzheng understood it, and he immediately became interested again, "What about you? How do you compare with Ren Mingfeng?"

Mo Ran thought for a while, "It should be about the same."

He wasn't sure if he could see Jiang Yang's flaws earlier than Ren Mingfeng, but if he faced Ren Mingfeng, he should have the upper hand.

In terms of martial arts, he and Ren Mingfeng are about the same, but he has more experience from life and death, so he is more sure of winning the opponent.

Hearing this, Zhao Tingzheng's eyes became brighter. He admired him very much. He still remembered that when Mo Ran rescued him, he didn't make any moves, and all the thugs in the casino fell to the ground. At that time, he had great admiration for him up.

Later, on the way back to Daliang with them, people everywhere said how powerful Ren Mingfeng is, and his Qingyun swordsmanship is so superb that there are few opponents in the world.He didn't go to the martial arts conference. Although his family is in Muye, he didn't have a little time to watch this thing that has nothing to do with food and clothing.

Every day he was thinking about how to get silver taels, how to buy medicine for his mother, and how to fill his stomach.

Now that food and clothing, money and money have all been settled, he has the opportunity to get in touch with things that are completely unrelated to him, as if they are in another world.

He said sincerely, "You are amazing."

In his cognition, the leader of the martial arts alliance belongs to the most powerful martial arts person in the Jianghu. He thought that Mo Ran was very good, but he didn't expect to hear him tell himself from Mo Ran that he was almost as good as Ren Mingfeng.

What about the master?He couldn't help but think, how powerful would someone be to be Mo Ran's master?

He wanted to ask Mo Ran, but he didn't dare to ask. After all, it was about his master. That person was not only Mo Ran's master, but now he was also Zhao Tingzheng's master.

He turned to ask another question he wanted to know, "Then why don't you go to the martial arts conference?" He smiled and looked at Mo Ran, "Maybe you are the one who is sitting as the leader of the martial arts now."

Mo Ran didn't think at all about what he said, he just said, "It depends on what the master wants."

Zhao Tingzheng understood now. He was still thinking that if someone as powerful as Mo Ran went to the martial arts conference, winning the position of alliance leader should be a good help for the master.

Although, he doesn't know what the master does.

The person who was discussing on the side of the hatchback just woke up, he sat up, rubbed his sore neck, the quilt on his body slipped down, he took a look, and knew who it was without thinking.

He wandered to the first floor, where two figures, one big and one small, sat facing each other, and he walked over.

The two stood up at the same time, "Master."

Xiao Yichen nodded, and sat next to Mo Ran.

"Have you eaten?" He asked the two of them.

Mo Ran filled up the water and put the teacup in front of Xiao Yichen.

"Not yet."

Xiao Yichen picked up the teacup and drank the water.

"Don't wait for me next time, you guys eat first." Mo Ran agreed, and then ordered Xiao Er to serve the food.

After a while, the table was full of food, and the three of them ate together. After dinner, Xiao Yichen took Mo Ran outside. He slept for most of the afternoon, and now he was very energetic.

Snowflakes accumulate on the ground, stepping on it, making a creaking sound.

Zhao Tingzheng is a native of Southern Chu. He rarely encountered snow when he grew up. At noon, the snow fell on the ground and disappeared. He didn't feel anything. Now the snow is all piled up on the ground, and the sky is white. There are still snowflakes floating in the sky, like goose feathers, falling lightly.

He was very excited, and he felt like this was winter.

Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran walked on the street and didn't care about Zhao Tingzheng. He was curious now, and went back to the inn by himself when he was tired from playing.

Neither of them spoke, they just walked quietly. The moon came up, and the silver light poured down, illuminating the snow extremely brightly.

"How is today?" Xiao Yichen suddenly said.

Mo Ran paused for a moment, "It's okay."

Xiao Yichen nodded, and walked for a while, the two returned to the inn, Zhao Tingzheng went back earlier, and sat in the seat just now waiting for the two.

Xiao Yichen was stunned when he saw him sitting there neatly, "Why don't you go to sleep?"

Zhao Tingzheng came over and said he was waiting for you to come back.

Xiao Yichen smiled, "Go back to sleep."

Zhao Tingzheng nodded, "Go to bed early, too." He walked two steps and then turned back, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, "Wipe it, your hair is covered with snow."

Zhao Tingzheng is still young now, and his stature is not high, he is only a little below Xiao Yichen's chest, so he can't wipe the snow from Xiao Yichen's hair.

Xiao Yichen hummed, Mo Ran took the veil and said to go to sleep.

Zhao Tingzheng nodded and stepped upstairs.

……

The next day, the sky cleared up, and it snowed all night, the sky seemed extraordinarily blue.

Xiao Yichen took two people, one big and one small, out of Yongzhou and set foot on the road back to Jinling.