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Yan Wuhua left briefly, leaving the group of people in the main hall to wait.

The broken parts of Yulongyin were still scattered on the ground, Wu Qingyi bent down, picked them up one by one, and carefully put them into the luggage.

When he dropped the seals just now, he acted resolutely and decisively without the slightest hesitation, but now he picked them up carefully, for fear that any of them would be damaged.

The rest remained silent, and after a while, Luo Huan finally couldn't hold back, and came to his side in three steps at a time, squatting down to pick them up together.

Wu Qingyi stopped his hands and looked in the direction of his junior, but Luo Huan ignored his gaze, pretending that he didn't exist, and buried himself in picking it up.

Wu Qingyi hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "Huan'er, be careful, the smaller the parts are, the more precise they are, so be careful not to damage them."

Luo Huan immediately frowned, and said displeasedly: "It has been damaged to such a state, do you still plan to repair it?"

Wu Qingyi said: "This... I have to give it a try."

Luo Huan shook his head and said: "It's useless, broken things can't be replaced anyway, I advise you not to waste time."

After speaking, he didn't wait for his senior brother to answer, he stuffed the things in his hand to the other party, turned around and ran outside the door.

Unknowingly, the snow outside the door gradually increased. The courtyard walls, roof tiles, pavilions, and tree branches were all covered by snow, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness in the field of vision.

Luo Huan was standing in the snow, only his thin back was exposed. Not long after, a layer of snow fell on his shoulders, and the gray-clothed back looked even smaller, like a free bird, or like a bird. A helpless canoe.

Wu Qingyi hurriedly stood up, trying to catch up, but was patted on the shoulder: "Let him stay alone for a while."

He turned his head, saw Zhao Shitu's face, stopped hesitantly, and asked, "Boss Zhao and my junior brother..."

Zhao Shitu smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have known him for a long time, and I have received a lot of help from him along the way. Of course, I have also learned from his stubborn temper."

Wu Qingyi also smiled, gave up the idea of ​​catching up, and stopped silently.

The two were silent for a while, and Wu Qingyi cast his gaze outside the door and sighed: "In my hometown, there has never been such a heavy snowfall."

Zhao Shitu said: "May I ask where Brother Wu's hometown is?"

Wu Qingyi said: "My family is in Weinan, Tongguan generation, you have heard of Fenglingdu."

Zhao Shitu said: "Of course I have heard that Fenglingdu is an important part of the Yellow River, and the scenery is magnificent and majestic. However, because the river course turns sharply here and the waves are turbulent, when there is too much rain, the surrounding villages and towns often suffer from floods."

Wu Qingyi nodded and said: "That's right, so the master built the embankment to drain the water there, and opened the weir to guide the canal. I also worshiped him as a teacher when I was learning the water control skills, and later I also practiced martial arts with him."

Zhao Shitu was slightly surprised: "It turns out that there is still such a story."

Wu Qingyi said: "But my talent is dull, not as good as Huan'er, he is smarter than me, at a young age, his martial arts skills are already capable of mastering his own skills, and his craftsmanship is also better than mine. I just finished reading it all. It’s just that his voice is not very good, and his body will become weak when he encounters dust, so the master usually restricts him more strictly. In fact, he loves him very much in his heart.”

Zhao Shitu looked at Xueli's back again, and felt emotional. Unexpectedly, this little ghost was carefree and willful, but he also had a lot of worries hidden in his heart.

Such a person could have lived a comfortable life in the village next to the ferry, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The master of the two, Luo Yi, had also longed for the same life when he chose to give up his ancestral business, but he was still involved in the chaos in the end and couldn't help himself.

Isn't the rivers and lakes also like the turbulence on the Yellow River, once they are involved, it is difficult to escape.

Zhao Shitu turned to Wu Qingyi, and said with relief: "Brother Wu, don't worry, I think about these things, he understands in his heart."

Wu Qingyi was startled for a moment, then smiled, and the dimples on his cheeks became deeper: "I just met Zhao Biaotou, and I felt that the younger brother has made a good friend, and now it seems that it is true."

Zhao Shitu also smiled, stretched his brows and eyes, and said softly: "I hope he can think the same way."

The two chatted for a while, and the sound of the soles of shoes stepping on the snow came from a distance, it was Yan Wuhua who had returned.

When he went, he had nothing in his hands, but when he returned, he had two more things in his hand, the Golden Thread Clothes and the Kunwu Sword.

He put the Kunwu sword on the table, and held the gold thread clothes in his hand. He lowered his eyes and stared blankly: "I have been with it for so many years, but I don't know that it hides such a big secret."

His fingers brushed against the soft surface made of silk, leaving wavy lines, and his brow furrowed accordingly.

No one knows better than him how tough this seemingly soft surface is, not to mention pulling it by hand, even a sharp knife cannot cut it apart.

And he also clearly knew that there was not a single handwriting from inside to outside on this snow-white cloth, not even a dark spot.

On the side, Wu Qingyi asked: "The secret order must be hidden in the golden thread coat, how does Brother Yan plan to unlock it?"

Yan Wuhua frowned and said, "Ordinary blades are probably useless. You can only find the thread ends and untie them one by one. However, the stitches are so fine and tight, I don't know how long it will take."

Wu Qingyi said: "Is there no other way?"

Everyone was worrying, Shangguanqing suddenly said: "I'll come."

Wu Qingyi turned his head and saw that Shangguanqing's hand was already on the scabbard, hesitantly said: "Didn't you just say that it is invulnerable?"

Before Shangguanqing could reply, Zhao Shitu patted him on the shoulder and answered for him; "Don't worry, his saber is not an ordinary saber."

Shangguan swiftly drew the knife out of its sheath, and the room was filled with silver light immediately.

Wu Qingyi exclaimed in shock: "What a thin blade!"

Zhao Shitu smiled and said: "That's natural, I've lived for so long, and I haven't seen a second person who is more diligent than Shangguan in sharpening knives."

Shangguanqing lifted the knife, lowered his hand, and cut steadily along the surface of the golden thread clothes, neither fast nor slow, and his movements were crisp and neat.The surface, which was tougher than chain armor, spread out to the sides like cotton cloth, revealing a neat cut seam.

Wu Qingyi opened his eyes wide, and sighed: "Such exquisite strength is indeed real kung fu. Brother Shangguan's martial arts are really admirable."

He said that because he really saw the beauty of that saber technique.Shangguanqing's sword technique does not rely on the blade itself, nor does it depend on the speed. The surface of the golden thread coat is smooth, and the more impatient, the harder it is to cut.But Shangguan Qing used inner strength, the blade seemed to be an extension of his arm, he poured his true energy into the blade quietly while breathing, in this way, it was as hard as nanmu, as smooth as silk, even under the knife Same as tofu.Whether it is engraving or cutting, it is not a problem.

His martial arts can really be said to be as extreme as it is perfect.

He put the knife back into its sheath as usual, but felt his eyes darkened, and his body couldn't help shaking.

This feeling was different from ordinary exhaustion. A chill came from nowhere along the soles of his feet, making his back feel chilly, as if he was sinking into icy water.Sweat even oozes from his brow.

Zhao Shitu noticed his strangeness, and said with concern: "Shangguan, your complexion seems not very good."

Shangguan Qing shook his head and said: "It's okay." He covered his mouth and coughed, and quickly turned his hands away, "It's too cold."

Zhao Shitu smiled and said: "You really are afraid of the cold." After saying that, he untied the cloak on his shoulders, covered him, and tied the knot tightly on his chest.

Shangguan wanted to refuse, but Zhao Shitu shook his head to stop him and said, "Don't mind, anyway, I'm not cold at all, and I'm even sweating from nervousness."

The white cloak was draped along his shoulders, making him appear smaller than when it was draped over Zhao Shitu.

He lowered his eyes, hid his hands in his cloak, and clenched his fists.

No one noticed, not even himself, that black-red pus was oozing from his fingers, which was the blood he had just coughed into the palm of his hand.