The cold spring air was chilly, and the moon was frosty.

The blade-like wind blew through the forest, rustling the mottled shadows. Occasionally, two or three small insects would crawl slowly under the leaves, making desolate sounds.

Xie Heng walked down the hill, his footsteps almost trembling.

His footsteps were heavy. With every step, he left a muddy footprint. Although his clothes were half-dried by the spiritual power, it lacked the usual warmth. With the cultivation of a Level Two youth, it was not enough to tidy himself up without any flaws.

Xie Heng had no choice but to stand on the hillside and let the cold wind blow for another hour, allowing the cold wind to blow through his long wet hair. The bitter cold of spring condensed into a layer of frost on his long eyelashes. Xie Heng did his best to suppress his physical reaction of shivering. Looking at the pale moonlight on the ground, his heart was filled with anger.

He had soaked in ice water in the mountain stream for an entire night, and the result?

The Vision did not appear at all!

There was no warm current either!

What made the youth most angry was that at this moment, there was actually some worry in his heart. He could not help but wonder if Xie Ziyou had encountered an accident. Otherwise, why would he stop his daily Vision?

He was actually worried about his enemy in his subconscious reaction?

Walking down the hill with a heavy heart, just as he approached Xu Waner's hut, Xie Heng heard a deafening knock on the door from afar.

It was really deafening, and the surrounding residents were all woken up by the noise. Xie Heng heard many angry curses, but the one who crushed the curses was still Zhao Ruhao's loud and clear voice.

"Open the door!

Hsu Hsiao-wan, open the door! "

"Don't hide in there, I know you're at home!"

"I'm telling you, there's a big shot coming for tomorrow's assessment!

With your mediocre skills, don't even think about playing tricks in front of the big shot. There's a saber technique here that I casually picked up, do you want it? "

"Open the door, chase that wild boy out, and properly apologize to this young master, and I'll lend you the saber technique for two days!"

Zhao Ruhao's response was a crisp "click" sound.

Under the moonlight, the young man turned around happily. He raised his hand and pushed the wooden door, but it didn't budge.

What moved was a window above Zhao Ruhao's head. The window opened, and a cold wind blew in. A slender hand reached out from the window, holding a copper basin, and waved it backhandedly —

Cold water fell from the sky, drenching Zhao Ruhao's head and face.

The girl's angry voice came from behind the door, "Zhao Ruhao, take your Cultivation Method and get out of here. I don't need your charity!"

Zhao Ruhao was stunned for three seconds. He raised his hand to wipe his face and angrily raised a thin booklet in his hand.

"You don't want it?" he shouted. "Xu Waner, you'll be killed by your own temper sooner or later!

If you had a decent saber technique, would you still be in this state? "

"This saber technique is something that I found with great difficulty … Bah, I picked it up casually. You really don't want it?"

Xu Waner spat on the other side of the door. "Get lost!"

"F * ck!"

The young man froze on the spot, his eyes widening fiercely. He didn't know whether to raise the booklet or put it down.

He turned around angrily, wanting to leave. However, when his clothes fluttered and his upper body leaned forward, his feet were glued to the ground. It was as if his calves were out of control and he couldn't move even an inch.

A strong sense of unwillingness filled the air above the stone house.

At this moment, Xie Heng returned from the mountain.

Seeing Xie Heng from afar, Zhao Ruhao's eyes lit up. He immediately changed back to his fierce expression and rushed forward.

"Boy!" he shouted. "Yes, it's you, boy. Come here!

Do you see this saber technique?

Kowtow to me — Forget it, if you say thank you, I'll lend it to you for two days. "

Xie Heng raised his eyebrows and walked slowly to Zhao Ruhao.

When he got closer, he could barely see Zhao Ruhao's face under the bright moonlight. Zhao Ruhao tried to widen his eyes. His eyes were slightly red and the corners of his eyes were bruised.

After thinking for a moment, Xie Heng took the booklet under the young man's expectant gaze. He flipped through it casually and his eyes quickly scanned the mysterious calligraphy and paintings. Based on his rich knowledge, he compared it with the techniques he practiced.

Fifth-grade saber technique.

The brand new spiritual paper was not damaged at all. There were faint Dao patterns flowing between the lines, but the handwriting was slightly messy. It was obviously copied in a hurry.

Xie Heng's heavy heart suddenly lightened. He wanted to laugh. He closed the booklet and winked at Zhao Ruhao.

Zhao Ruhao was confused and vigilant. "What do you want?"

Xie Heng smiled and said, "This saber technique is a fifth-grade saber technique. It's very precious. You're very considerate."

"Nonsense!" Zhao Ruhao pointed his thumb at his nose and looked up. "Who am I?

I picked it up casually. How can it be ordinary? "

"It's indeed not ordinary. Ordinary people don't have such saber techniques," Xie Heng said casually. "Thank you. By the way, does your face hurt?

Your father hit you pretty hard. "

Zhao Ruhao snorted. "It was just one punch. My mother wouldn't let him hit me more. Besides, he doesn't have any evidence that I stole it … F * ck, you're tricking me!"

The young man frowned and took a few steps back. He glared at Xie Heng.

Xie Heng just smiled.

He handed the booklet back to Zhao Ruhao and said in a low voice, "Thank you, but this is the Zhao Family's saber technique. If Wan 'er uses it and someone recognizes it tomorrow, she'll be in more trouble."

"Nonsense." Zhao Ruhao's face was slightly red. He avoided Xie Heng's eyes. "I said I picked it up. Besides, who gave it to her? I'm just lending it to you to play with …"

"That's enough."

Xie Heng patted Zhao Ruhao's shoulder. He grabbed the air with his right hand and made a gesture of drawing a saber. Then, he used his palm as a saber and slashed the air in front of him several times.

His spiritual energy glowed faintly. It wrapped around half of the young man's arm like a bright moon. Wherever his palm slashed, there was a faint tearing sound in the air. It was as sharp as a long sword, splitting the air into several pieces.

A whirlwind swept past. A morning glory that was climbing along a crack in the wall withered. Under the moonlight, the light purple petals scattered into eight pieces. Each piece was of uniform size. They fell slowly with the wind, but the calyx was intact. It was not damaged at all.

He had strong control and exquisite Xuan Li circulation.

Facing Zhao Ruhao's stunned gaze, Xie Heng waved his right hand and dispersed the spiritual energy.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Xie Heng smiled and said, "If you use this set of eight light swords … saber techniques in tomorrow's assessment, you should be able to protect Hsu's Knife Yard. You don't have to worry."

He paused. Then, under Zhao Ruhao's muttering, "Who's worried?", he lowered his voice and quietly pointed at the stone house. He said softly, "You can't chase a girl like this. Do you want me to teach you a few moves?"

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Ruhao suddenly jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on. He shouted loudly, "I chase her?

Impossible. Maybe in your next life! "

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came from inside the stone house. Xu Wan'er had obviously heard the roar that pierced through the sky. She angrily kicked the door with her foot.

Zhao Ruhao's expression changed. He pursed his lips in a fit of pique. Then, he turned around and ran away with the book in his hand.

His thin figure dragged a slender shadow under the moonlight. His footsteps were hurried and he almost ran away.

Xie Heng looked in the direction Zhao Ruhao turned and ran. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This person was too stubborn. Although he had a good heart, he would suffer a lot in the future.

Shaking his head, Xie Heng pushed the irrelevant thoughts out of his mind. He raised his hand and placed it on the wooden door. Just as he was about to push the door open and enter the house —

But in an instant, the shadows of the trees and the moonlight intertwined. The cool wind blew on his face. Suddenly, a thought flashed through the youth's mind.

Xie Heng froze in place.

His fingertips touched the sharp barbs on the wooden door. It was slightly itchy.

Xie Heng's heart also felt like it had been pierced by the barbs. He stared at his own dark shadow on the wooden door. Enduring the biting cold of spring, he was lost in thought.

Xie Ziyou … Will you be the same as Zhao Ruhao?

Recalling the feeling of the warm current lingering around his body, Xie Heng couldn't help but recall the misty water surface in front of his eyes. The young man supported his flushed cheeks with his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly closed. When he leaned forward, he revealed the beautiful curve of his neck, as well as his smooth and delicate shoulders.

Perhaps it was also a misunderstanding.

A voice in Xie Heng's heart said softly. Perhaps it was also not good at expressing itself.

Like a feather tickling the soft part of the youth's heart, Xie Heng couldn't help but recall Xie Ziyou's face. He recalled the few times they had met face to face. Lê Lê's face was tinged with a halo of light from his memories. Soon, it changed into another image — a youth in bright clothes and riding a horse. His sword was cold, and wherever he went, a fragrance spread out.

So, he mocked and ridiculed him and made things difficult for him. In fact, it was just to attract his attention. In order to hide the excessive care he was too embarrassed to mention in his heart?

Then … What about the sword bone?

… …

While Xie Heng was tossing and turning in bed, Xie Ziyou was rubbing the sword bone in his palm. For a moment, he was also in a difficult position.

Half of the original Yingbai bone had become translucent. The messy filaments inside were arranged more neatly, faintly forming a mysterious pattern. It was shaped like a small sword.

Xie Ziyou was willing to swear on his career — at the beginning, this bone definitely didn't look like this. It was a white bone that could perfectly blend into the chicken bones and be thrown to the puppy to play with by Chepen!

Xie Ziyou tried hard to recall all the things that could have affected the state of the sword bone. After thinking about it, he realized that it could only be because of the medicinal bath.

This spiritual bone had been soaking in the spiritual water with him every day. It had been nourished by the essence of the spiritual medicine and had also absorbed a lot of pure spiritual energy from the crystals. It was most likely because of this that it had undergone these changes.

"Will it be a good change?"

The System cautiously replied, "Not necessarily.

After all, this is one of the main character's golden fingers. Perhaps it hides a good fortune that belongs to the future main character that neither you nor I know about.

If I want to figure out the specific situation, I have to carefully deduce it. It will take some time. "

"Before that, You, don't let it come into contact with spiritual energy for the time being."

Xie Ziyou nodded his head.

He looked around. There was not a speck of dust in the room. Every corner of the room was cleaned regularly by servants, and the bedding was changed regularly. After hesitating for a long time, Xie Ziyou stepped on the table and lightly jumped up. He temporarily placed the spirit bone on the beam.

Just as he finished all this, someone knocked on the door.

It was a manservant. After bowing his head, he said, "Madam invites Young Master to the library."

Strange, Xie Ziyou thought. In the past, it was always Wang Yun who came to find him personally. If there was anything, they would discuss it in his room. He didn't know what it was this time, but she actually wanted to go to the library?