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An hour has passed, and Bai Ze is still snoring in the sewage pond in the back street of the inn.

The national teacher stood at the window, hesitated for a while, then went downstairs and opened the back door of the inn.

After all, he is still a guest of Linhui, if Linhui comes back and sees him sleeping in the sewage pond, he will blame himself.

"My lord, the master said that he will go for at least five or six days. I have opened a room, and you can wait for him in the room." Bending down to help him in the muddy pond, the wound on his right arm was in pain, and he couldn't help it. snorted.

Bai Zeren woke up, but the wine was not sober yet, he got up, saw himself being dirty, he couldn't help being very disgusted, and wiped his hands on his body.

The national teacher pursed his lips and did not dodge.

"I won't wait for him anymore, you tell him that I will give him Qingluan's relic, so that he best not let me down."

Holding the shoulder of the national teacher, Bai Ze was still shaking.

"Also, you and him, don't provoke Na Xu again, I'm saying this for the last time!"

"I can't be the master of the master's affairs." The national teacher bowed slightly.

"That's right, he is the Moonlight King. The Moonlight King was indeed the God of War in the Three Realms. But he has lost his anger, and now he has not even found his soul. He is just a mortal. He and I are old friends, don't you Go to provoke him again, and tell your master, don't think that I... uh... I'm just a waste who wants to die."

After saying this, Bai Ze burped again, staggered, his peacock blue robe dragging mud, and really walked away.

Back from Qianlongyuan, Lin will bring back a box, but his expression is not very happy.

Because of the humidity in Miaojiang, the wound on the right shoulder of the national teacher was very painful, but he still struggled and brewed a cup of Maoshan snow buds for Lin Hui.

Lin Hui looked sleepy, knit his brows for a while, and then said, "Come in."

A person came in just outside the door, an ordinary-looking woman with one arm, wearing a white dress, carrying a half-person tall looking very delicate instrument on her back.

After entering the door, she nodded slightly to Tiliahui, took off her clothes, and set them up quietly in the room.

Although the national teacher is not very knowledgeable, in the end, he still vaguely saw that it was a unique shuttle loom.

"This is Tiansuo." Meeting his gaze, the woman smiled kindly, "My name is Hui Niang, a member of the Zhinu tribe."

"My name is Fei Jifeng." For some reason, the national teacher was a little jealous, and gave Tienhui a low look.

This is his real name, and it's a bit vulgar to tell the truth. He only told Linhui that he had heard of it, but he didn't know if Linhui had any intentions.

"The person following me is next door." Linhui seemed to be in a worse mood at this moment, and kept grinding his brows: "But I haven't decided yet, whether I should give you his arm."

"He's not next door." Hui Niang raised her head and spoke softly.

"He's right here." In this sentence, she was facing the national teacher. Although her appearance was ordinary, her eyes were shining and full of water.

The Weaver Girls are born with disabilities, and they need to meet someone who is destined to offer their arms to weave a treasure that may only be available once in a lifetime on the Tissot loom.

The most difficult thing in the world is fate, so although they want someone's arm, the Weaver Girls are always full of affection for those who are destined, just like the Weaver Girl really met the Cowherd.

"It's him?"

After a long while, Lin Hui would feel relieved, and in a blink of an eye, the snow cleared and the clouds opened, looking at the national teacher, his expression was very happy.

"Yes." Hui Niang lowered her head, holding the shuttle in her hand, trembling slightly.

The only one who doesn't understand the situation is the national teacher.

"Originally, the bird's tendon was covered with thousands of years of illness and resentment, and together with the witchcraft sword here, it could have been forged into a strange sword. But the bird's tendon was broken, although it was barely cast into two short swords. Sword, but after all, the evil spirit is damaged.” Lime would feel that he was very patient, and he actually explained to a cannon fodder who made such a violent move, “So I need a member of the Weaver Clan to weave me a scabbard out of different materials, connect and penetrate it. The aura of this sword."

The national teacher seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand it. He didn't understand what this had to do with him, so he looked at the Linhui in a daze.

"You once said that as long as I need you, you are willing to give me anything, right?" Lin Hui then went straight to the point.

"Yes." At this time, the national teacher couldn't give himself a way out, so he looked eagerly at the Linhui, humble and obsessed.

"Then you won't mind, give me your other hand."

Lin Hui whispered, and before the national teacher could react, he had already drawn his sword, the blade was shining brightly, and it brushed across his left shoulder softly like the wind.

He didn't even feel any pain, just felt a moment of coldness, and the last arm of the national teacher left his body.

Before he fell to the ground, he saw the long sword held above his head, and it wasn't even stained with blood.

The sword I dedicated to the Lime Society is called Lihun, and it really cuts iron like mud and leaves people's souls.

"Master." He was a little confused, and just as he opened his mouth, Lin Hui came over and tapped several big acupuncture points on him, stopping the blood on his severed arm.

The pain was overwhelming at this time, he staggered, and soon fell at the feet of Lin Hui.

But Linhui didn't look at him, just bent down to pick up his severed arm, and handed it to Hui Niang.

Huiniang trembled a little, and connected the severed arm to her left shoulder. The flesh and blood seemed to have a soul, and soon embedded into her body, the meridians were connected, and in just a moment, the five fingers could move.

"Don't worry, I will definitely weave a scabbard for Shen Yi, a scabbard that can penetrate the spirit of two swords." Hui Niang said softly, and no longer looked at the national teacher, but only looked at the shuttle in her hand, her face flushed, Obviously looking forward to this day for a long time.

"Master..." At this time, the national teacher's consciousness has not yet slackened, he just raised his head and looked at the Tienhui with red eyes.

"Don't worry, I will remember you when Shen Yijian is refined."

Finally, Linhui stopped in front of him, expressing limited apology to those who were cut into flagpoles by him.

"What will the master remember, what is my name?!" The national teacher hissed.

"Your name is Ji Feng."

Lin Hui was stunned for a moment, unable to remember his last name, and exhausted his last patience, finally threw up his clothes and abandoned him.

"My surname is Fei, and my name is Fei Jifeng!"

The national teacher hissed, his voice hoarse and fiery, and finally exhausted his last strength, and passed out beside the shuttle loom.

At noon the next day, when the national teacher woke up, all the people from Linhui were gone.

A piece of hard cold pancake was hung on the neck of the national teacher, most of which were left by Lin Hui's kindness.

Abandoned Guoshi held on for a long time, finally stood up, and walked out step by step with difficulty.

Fortunately, the door was not locked, so he opened it with the top of his head, and went out of the house. After not walking far, his legs gave way and he fell into the yard again.

He stood up, took a few steps, fell down again, tossed and tossed back and forth a few times, he no longer had the strength to stand up, and he simply wriggled on the ground like a silkworm baby.

In the end, he didn't even have the strength to squirm, collapsed on the ground, and passed out again.

However, he did not die.Life is big.

When I woke up, it happened to be raining lightly and it was cold.

He moved his lips, fed the rain, took a small mouthful of dry biscuits, and continued to wriggle forward.The body is moving all the time, but the heart has no target, the wound is hot, and the temperatureless rain hits the hot blood wound, and a very faint blood smoke rises.

The pain was so numb, the national teacher thought, it counts wherever you go, and it counts where you die.

I don't know how long he walked, how far he crawled, and finally he vaguely heard footsteps, and Hui Niang, the weaver girl, came over with an umbrella.He lifted him up with his hands.

The national teacher glanced at the arm that already belonged to someone else, and walked straight forward.

"You look like this, if you don't recuperate well, where else do you want to go?"

The national teacher continued to stumble all the way forward, only giving Huiniang a look of despair.

"You tell me a place anyway, and I'll take you there." Zhinu said.

The national teacher stopped and turned around.

The eyebrows and eyes of Zhinu under the umbrella are still not too tactful, but there is also a little bit of a good person.

After a long silence, the national teacher finally said: "Yanyun Temple."

The chilly wind swept across the bamboo forest outside Yanyun Temple, casting a layer of cold dew and hoarfrost.

Di Ting was eating his hot fried noodles.

Bamboo leaves are rustling, Master Gao Shou is breathing, and Yushu is practicing his kung fu in the wind.

Na Xu was chopping bamboo to make a lantern, and while chopping, he pretended to be careless and said: "Listen, I still want to talk to Mo Ya."

"Haven't you suffered enough?"

"No."

"Then what do you expect him to tell you?"

"You've let it go, haven't you? Besides, can you still win the Tilia now?"

Na Xu's eyes dimmed, he stopped talking, lowered his eyes and continued to cut bamboo, but accidentally hurt his middle finger.The blood on the finger naturally slipped and fell to the ground.

At the time of three sips of tea, the wind blows and the bamboo moves, dark clouds cover the sun, and the sky immediately darkens.

The three of them stopped, and they all sensed the strangeness in the gust of wind.Afterwards, a figure appeared in the bamboo grove, its outline was clear and muddy, like a ghost.Di Ting handed the bowl and chopsticks to Gao Shou, brushed his hair, and turned into a beast.

Gao Shou concentrates, and the arrogance of the master of the rivers and lakes is slowly swaying.

Nasu also stood up straight.And the ghost, just glanced at Na Xu briefly, and then miraculously disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've seen him." Na Xu recalled, that was when he fought against the spider "Black Widow" under the city of Ge Tian Clan.

"I also think he looks familiar." Gao Shou tilted his head.The strange thing is that during the fierce battle that night, he obviously sneaked into the city, so he probably never met this mysterious person, why did he feel that he was very familiar?Afterwards, Gao Shou naturally remembered that that night, the magnificent silk king asked him what he wanted most...

When he came back to his senses, Di Ting had already rolled his eyes at him several times, and said angrily, "I'm familiar with you before I've seen you. Did you miss the last look in this life among the five hundred memories?" After finishing speaking, she huffed out of the bamboo forest.

The second Gao Shou also knew the situation, so he immediately went to chase and listen.

Their awkwardness dilutes that emotional impulse, and he continues to chop bamboo with his head buried.At this time, Ting Di Ting called him outside: "Na Xu, come quickly, the national teacher is here again."