Frost Habitat and Cold Moon

The competition on the second day was extremely lively.

Different from the first day, each faction of the martial arts went back to their houses after the competition and refused to care about the bleak situation of others.Today's martial arts competition, no matter the winner or loser, both sides ended the battle decisively without any delay, and gathered in front of Chen Yushuang's martial arts competition stage-to watch the excitement.

I saw that Zhou Yuheng, who was still sitting under the stage in the morning, yelling loudly to help Chen Yushuang, was now standing opposite Chen Yushuang.

The onlookers in the audience were enthusiastic.Even the elders of the Kunlun Sect who maintained order surrounded them with their disciples.

"Xiao, Qing, Long. We are really destined!" Zhou Yuheng shook his folding fan in the cold wind on the top of the mountain, his brows stretched out, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize.

"Heh." Chen Jueshuang let out a cold snort from his teeth, and threw the Aoxue sword aside with a "bang", "If you are sensible, get off by yourself, and I will spare your life."

"Being able to be stared at by a beauty so blindly for a moment, I suddenly don't want to leave." Zhou Yuheng also took off the long whip around his waist, and put him together with Aoxue, "Since the beauty doesn't want to face swords, Then I'm not good or bad. Come on, I'm still looking forward to kissing Fangze!"

"You're looking for death!" Chen Yushuang's Black Blade of Mieying spun out a black shadow at his fingertips, and when the light of the blade disappeared, he had already bent over to Zhou Yuheng.

Zhou Yuheng drew his fan to block, but was resisted by Chen Haoshuang, and took a few steps back.

"You are injured, hurry up and admit defeat." Chen Yushuang used elbow movements to cover up, and took the risk of using sound transmission to enter the secret.

Zhou Yuheng blocked him from the side, took advantage of the opportunity to touch his waistline, and shook his head while admiring: "Tsk tsk! There is strength in the slenderness, a tight grip, what a waist!"

Chen Yushuang pinched his wrist and turned away from his back.

Before Chen Yushuang raised his knee and slammed into his waist, Zhou Yuheng turned around and quickly slapped Chen Yushuang's cheek.

Chen Jishuang's ears were subtly red.The attack in his hands became more and more fierce, and Zhou Yuheng's outer shirt was scratched into pieces.

Zhou Yuheng tried his best to spread out his fan to cover it up: "The beauty wants to see it, so I just take it off, why bother outsiders."

Chen Yushuang continued to cut off Zhou Yuheng's half-bottomed shirt without changing his face, and pointed the knife at Zhou Yuheng's bottom pants.

Not afraid of death, Zhou Yuheng let Chen Yushuang touch her, and directly twisted a strand of Chen Yushuang's hair to kiss.

Chen Yushuang cut off this strand of hair very quickly with a knife: "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Yuheng placed this lock of hair on the close part of his clothes in an orderly manner, and calmly replied: "For a martial arts competition, it is natural to flirt to adjust the mood, otherwise, how could it attract so many people to watch?"

There was a roar of applause from the audience.More and more people gathered around after hearing the news, and among them, there were some who looked contemptuously and pointed at the stage.

Zhou Yuheng was not afraid at all, his expression was normal, and he even bowed his hands to his surroundings.

Chen Jueshuang held the dagger with his backhand, pressed it against Zhou Yuheng's throat, and said in a low voice but quickly: "What's the matter, go back and talk about it." He grabbed Zhou Yuheng's collar and was about to throw him out.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts..." Zhou Yuheng gasped and let out a painful cry.

Chen Jishuang hastily let go of Zhou Yuheng's left hand, and looked at Zhou Yuheng with concern in his eyes. Seeing Zhou Yuheng's playful smile, although he was suspicious, he could only hold the knife with his right hand and pressed it against his throat again: "Hurry up!" Admit defeat, and I will spare you."

"Peony flowers die, even ghosts are flirtatious." Zhou Yuheng stretched out his hand to touch Chen Yushuang's right hand holding the dagger: "If you let me kiss you, I will immediately roll down obediently. Otherwise, if you hurt me, I will not admit defeat , If you kill me, you will lose your promotion quota."

"Kiss! Kiss!" Some of the audience who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal followed suit.

"Rogue!" Chen Jueshuang raised his foot to kick Zhou Yuheng, and switched the dagger from his right hand to his left.

But Zhou Yuheng clasped his ankle and put it on his waist.

Chen Jueshuang turned around and kicked him. The moment Zhou Yuheng let go of him to avoid him, another round of kicks continued, forcing Zhou Yuheng to the edge of the stage.

"It seems that you love me so much that you don't plan to fight me seriously." Zhou Yuheng moved to the center of the stage, shook his folding fan "swish", and made a starting gesture, "You are not serious, you can lose if you lose!" do not blame me."

Chen Jueshuang has always been concerned about Zhou Yuheng's injury, although his moves are fierce, his strength is reserved, and he often uses a lot of strength to make one or two points.

On the other hand, Zhou Yuheng, after restraining his smile, his expression also became serious.Tap, pull, stroke, turn... The tortoiseshell silk fan roamed around Chen Yushuang's body at will, and the shining points of the fan bones shone brightly in the sun, forcing Chen Yushuang to retreat and retreat steadily.

"It's the 'Water Sings the Dream Embankment, Willows Blow the Bank' of the Zhou family in the south of the Yangtze River. It is said that this is the unique skill of the past dynasties."

"You remember wrongly. The Zhou family is famous for studying medicine but not martial arts, and practicing martial arts without studying medicine. The most powerful thing is acupuncture acupuncture. Wanting to be the head of the family but not studying medicine is impossible in the Zhou family."

"I think that Chen Jishuang is only mediocre in aptitude and skill. How did he get the title of 'Killing God'?"

"I'm afraid it's self-proclaimed by the Demon Cult? The Demon Cult monsters always pretend to be mysterious. Who knows how much water this title holds."

……

The chatter in the audience did not disturb the two people who were concentrating on fighting.

Chen Yushuang was suppressed on the sideline of the martial arts arena. If he took a step back, he would never be able to participate in the competition again.He was forced to the extreme, but he meditated quietly, discarding all distracting thoughts, and integrated the human soul and sword energy into one.

The "Mie Ying" black blade spat out a long light, rhythmic like breathing.

Everything is extremely quiet.

It seems that there is a light transparent cover that separates Chen Yushuang from the world, leading him into a state where there is no sadness, no joy, and nothing outside his heart.

He made moves with indifferent eyes, swept across with his legs, kicked back, and slashed sideways with his dagger.Between breathing and exhaling, there was a faint aura of wind and thunder, which really echoed the four characters "floating clouds startle the dragon" on Zhou Yuheng's fan.

When Zhou Yuheng passed him by, he clearly saw the sharp light in his eyes.

That light is the excitement of eagerness to try, which is in stark contrast to the indifference on the outside.

——It is difficult for me to reach the extreme level of martial arts, probably because I lack this competitive spirit.

Zhou Yuheng laughed at himself calmly. He clamped the tip of the dagger between his fingers and risked being pierced. After all, he kissed Chen Bashuang's ear in public.

Chen Yushuang's advance of "Mie Ying" came to an abrupt end. He saw Zhou Yuheng's blood dripping down his fingers, and his eyes suddenly became flustered.

"A small wound, it's okay." Zhou Yuheng covered his face with a fan, and leaned into his ear ambiguously, "If you're worried about me, you can come to my room at night, let's chat slowly."

Chen Jishuang looked at Zhou Yuheng in surprise, and couldn't help but frown.

"Okay! I lost, so I'm going to get out." Zhou Yuheng smiled casually, tightly pinched the handle of the fan with his blood-stained hands, and turned over neatly and got off the competition stage.

"Number 30, the winner is Chen Jishuang." The Kunlun disciple still shouted out the result of the competition.

Chen Yushuang bent down to pick up the weapons left by the two on the stage, staring at Zhou Yuheng's back until he disappeared, and then jumped off the high stage under Bi Xian's call.

"Xiao Huai, Chen Ranhuai, wake up quickly." Bai Yuanfeng gently pushed Chen Ranhuai.

"Don't make noise. Let me sleep for a while." Chen Ranhuai covered his head under the quilt.

"Get up quickly. Don't you want to go out to play? I'll take you out." Bai Yuanfeng lifted the quilt.

"Well, how early is it? It's not yet dawn." Chen Ranhuai rubbed her sleepy eyes with her messy hair and yawned.

"When we wake up, we won't be able to leave. Do you want to be caught working?" Bai Yuanfeng fetched the clothes, watched Chen Ranhuai grab them, and put them on indiscriminately.

"I'll take you out for breakfast. The place to go is a bit far away, at least three days. If you need to bring anything, you should take it with you. We'll buy the rest on the way." Bai Yuanfeng fetched water, and then sat in front of the desk , licked the tip of the pen away, stained with ink, and left a sentence hastily and skillfully, "Go out, play, don't read."

Chen Ranhuai casually splashed some water on his face and rubbed it with his sleeve: "Okay! Let's go. Where are we going?"

Bai Yuanfeng suppressed the message with a paperweight: "My father bought a house during his lifetime. He often took me there when I was young, and I don't know if it's deserted now."

"What's the fun in that?" Chen Ranhuai disagreed.

"The starry sky over there is very beautiful." Bai Yuanfeng pushed open the door carefully, and led Chen Ranhuai to walk quickly, "It is also the only place I am most familiar with outside of teaching."

"Oh? That's worth a look." Chen Ranhuai's eyes obviously lit up because of Bai Yuanfeng's second sentence.

Bai Yuanfeng misunderstood that Chen Ranhuai was interested in the scenery there, and hurriedly added: "There is a clear stream outside the village, leading to a quiet lake. The forest there is very dense, what is so precious? There are all kinds of medicine..."

"Hush. Let's talk after we go out." Chen Ranhuai quickly got on his horse.

"Okay." Bai Yuanfeng hit the horse first and rushed out.

"Qinglong!" Bi Xian grabbed Chen Yushuang, covered it with one hand eagerly, and leaned into his ear and said, "Auntie Yuan has an accident! She was injured."

Chen Jishuang didn't even finish listening to the words, and the people rushed over first.

When they arrived, Aunt Yuan was covered in blood and lay dying in the arms of Hua Xieqiu of the Acacia School. Xiao Bailing called her softly while feeding her a bottle of potion.

Next to him were Kunlun's disciples, who were preparing a medicine box and a stretcher, and were performing a simple hemostatic bandage on Aunt Yuan.

Aunt Yuan's whole body was soaked in blood, her clothes were cut into pieces, her hands, feet and limbs were especially badly injured. It was obvious that the wounds were intentionally cut with each sword, but they were not fatal.If it hadn't been expressly prohibited by the General Assembly to not allow harm to human life, I'm afraid Aunt Yuan would have died under the cruel torture of that person.

Teasing and shredding the woman's clothes in public, the other party's purpose is obvious - to humiliate Aunt Yuan.

"Get out. I'll let you die happily." Chen Yushuang slowly pulled out "Aoxue".The bone-piercing chill, implying a biting killing intent, shook the surroundings into a dead silence, and everyone was in danger.

Bi Xian rushed over and held him firmly: "If you fight outside the field, you will be kicked out of Xiaqi Peak. Who said that in other people's territory, naturally you have to play according to other people's rules of the game? Calm down!"

Chen Yushuang looked around coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Dare to do it or not? Hah."

"It's me!" A 20-year-old Kongtong faction youth pushed away everyone and stood in front of Chen Yushuang, "The bitch deserves to die. If it wasn't for the martial arts competition, I..."

"Shut up. Draw your sword." Chen Yushuang pushed away Bi Xian who was clinging tightly to him, but unexpectedly, a pair of bloody hands grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly.

With wounds all over her body, Aunt Yuan rushed over and grabbed Chen Bashuang tightly.

"Aunt Yuan, you!" Chen Jueshuang turned her head, but saw Aunt Yuan was full of tears and shook her head vigorously at him.

"...Don't hurt him, I did it voluntarily." Aunt Yuan gripped the corner of Chen Jushuang's clothes tightly, and pulled it in her direction.

Chen Yushuang squatted down, gently released her hand, and held it in his palm: "Why didn't you admit defeat? How, how could you let yourself suffer such a serious injury?"

"I'm sorry!" Aunt Yuan smiled desolately, but her tears fell uncontrollably, "I'm tired. Let's go back."

She was then carried onto a stretcher.The Kongtong faction youths behind him were still yelling curses.But she just closed her eyes and wept silently all the way, and didn't speak anymore.There was only her hand, and she kept tightly clenching Chen Yushuang's hand, so hard that she dug out finger marks on Chen Yushuang's palm, showing her determination to protect that young man from Kongtong.

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Thanks for the time—thanks to No.18 and Nineteen Collections.Thanks to a cool little friend for his collection and help!

Record it in a small notebook as usual. 【Refill】

——Before every time I update an article, I have to do countless psychological constructions for myself, and after I am busy with a lot of irrelevant things, I dare to try to write a little bit with trepidation.

Is this procrastination?

horrible!Scratch your head.It hurts.