At dusk, Xin Zhuo returned to the village bathed in the golden sunset.

As soon as I entered the gate, I had a bad premonition. Six subordinates of the mountain bandits and Xiao Huang stood in the yard with embarrassment, and more than ten thatched huts were overturned.

Especially his own room, the torn wardrobe, the bed and the doghouse built for Xiao Huang were all messy.

"What's the situation?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

"The boss."

A group of thieves came up to him, and Han Qiniang felt extremely aggrieved: "Just just now, a group of masked men in black came over, and the realm was very high. They first forced us with weapons, and then searched everywhere. I didn't know what they were looking for, but in short, they turned our village into a mess."

Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while and asked, "Can you tell your age?"

Cui Ying'er shook her head and said in a deep voice: "It's hard to tell the difference. It's very strongly covered, and only reveals a pair of eyes. However, although these people have a high level, they have no intention of hurting us."

"That's right! The realm is extremely high, not like an idle warrior, and he is very polite. As long as he cooperates, no matter what else it is." Murong Xiu also analyzed in confusion.

Xin Zhuo looked at the direction of Qiugong Pavilion. In the afternoon, the seven white-robed workers and two masters, Qin Yuliu, stopped listening.

Thinking about it with his heels, I also know that it was done by those white robes!

These students are arrogant and arrogant, and those with monkey essence must suspect that there are original versions in the copycat of "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War".

This kind of thing...

What a big joke, unless you break the void and look for the original version.

However, this feeling of being teased is still very uncomfortable.

Seeing that several subordinates of the thieves were still worried, Xin Zhuo had to comfort him: "I understand, it's the people from Qiugong Pavilion, it's okay, let them do whatever they want!"

Cui Ying'er asked in confusion: "Has the boss provoked someone in Qiugong Pavilion?"

Xin Zhuo shook his head and smiled, "Not that some students can't make a mistake, just think they are happy and clean up the room."

After thinking about it, he said, "During this period, you should rob and rob, and you should hoard supplies. I may not stay in Qiugong Pavilion for too long. Once the time is ripe, I will make other considerations."

...

After the first few days of twists and turns, the career of the Master in Qiugong Pavilion gradually calmed down.

Of course, Xin Zhuo could not explain the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War" at Sun Tzu. He worked hard every day, one article a day, or even one article a day, and even one article a day.

Ji Cunxiao and others still came to listen every now and then, but they were all serious and did not cause trouble.

The debt level of Bai Xuanji and a group of students has gradually accumulated to around 30.

It is still 20 points away. If you harvest at that time, you will definitely be able to improve your level, which is considered to be a good deal.

However, the purpose of Qiugong Pavilion recruiting itself was not exposed.

November 20th, light snow.

At dusk, the sky that had been gloomy for a day suddenly started to float, and it began to melt as soon as it landed, slowly a layer of white frost accumulated.

When Xin Zhuo rushed back to the village and had supper, it was already covered with white areas.

This is the first time Xin Zhuo has seen snow in another world, the same large geese feathers, the same vast world.

In the yard, Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui were holding a large ball of snow, yelling at Bai Jianxi, and their faces were smashed.

Bai Jianxi was filled with snow foam on his neck, and it was so cold that he couldn't help but feel angry that Orchid fingers didn't know how to pinch it. He squatted down and pulled it all over, picked it up and smashed it: "It's so annoying, I'll beat you to death!"

However, just after he smashed it out, Han Jiulang was 100% empty-handed and was shocked by himself: "You can't help but say this thing..."

Bai Jianxi was furious and shouted in a sharp voice: "Where is Murong dead? Help me, together, they are not opponents, and no one understands you better than me."

"Here you come!"

Murong Xiu, who was stealing pork-headed meat in the kitchen, rushed out, used his light skills to jump up, picked up the snow on the tiles, and two beautiful hairs came, which hit Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang's forehead.

"A yo-yo, fight!"

"war!"

Looking at the elderly people in the yard with a childlike character, wearing thick cotton coats, wrapped like a rice dumpling, Han Qiniang laughed happily, and even wanted to try it out.

Cui Ying'er pulled her: "Qi Niang, don't go. You are too strong and your realm is higher than them. How can they bear it?"

"Oh." Han Qiniang stopped reluctantly, and looked at Xin Zhuo with bright eyes, "Master, do you want to play? You have the highest level, can you beat me and Sister Ying'er?"

Xin Zhuo had a black thread and quickly tightened his body with the cotton coat sewn by Cui Yinger: "If you don't play, I have something to do!"

"oh?"

Cui Ying'er's face was hard to understand, and her voice was neither cold nor hot: "Go to find a nun again! Does the boss want to get married?"

"Ah, nothing is wrong! I'll practice light skills!"

Xin Zhuo's face turned slightly red. When did Cui Ying'er know? He quickly took Xiao Huang out of the yard.

Han Qiniang looked at his back and asked curiously: "What are the bosses doing?"

Cui Ying'er sighed softly: "The boss's love is just beginning to begin, I'm afraid he'll fall in love! Alas, if you are a bandit, how can you have a future? Not to mention the nun..."

Han Qiniang blinked and seemed to understand: "The boss is really going to find a nun? This..."

After thinking about it, he rubbed his hands embarrassedly: "It's better to marry the boss than to marry the boss. It's also a confusing thing about what he said last time is very interesting."

"You...what are you a ghost word about tigers and wolves? I don't know what you are thinking, yellow-haired girl!" Cui Ying'er was shocked, scratched her nose, went into the house to light a coal lamp, and continued to sew cotton shoes.

The snow was scattered, and the snow in the forest was very thick, reflecting the sky light, white, and the sight was pretty good.

Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang left two rows of footprints, one big and one small, and soon arrived at a remote forest.

Facing the snow light, I saw a beautiful figure standing in the snow from afar, wearing a sable fur and a bun of lingxu, and a phoenix-patterned silk skirt with a graceful figure.

Xin Zhuo walked closer and couldn't help but be stunned.

Hui Ruqing completely retired the outfit that a nun should have today, dressed as an aristocratic girl, and was slightly decorated with makeup. She was so beautiful that she was not as beautiful as the world's fireworks, and she looked even more beautiful in the snow.

"You're still secular?"

A word came out.

"Today's Xiaoxue solar term coincides with heavy snow, the same scene as when I was sent by Eunuch Li... Uncle Li and the others. Every year, I miss homesickly, so I secretly changed it, and the master and the others didn't know."

Hui Ruqing smiled secretly, then asked carefully: "Can you see what kind of outfit this is?"

Xin Zhuo looked at it carefully and shook his head: "I can't understand it, it looks pretty good!"

Hui Ruqing breathed inexplicably relieved.

I heard Xin Zhuo sigh again: "There is a beauty in the snow, her beautiful face is beyond the world. The spirit is like the water of the spring lake, and her eyebrows are as beautiful as the spring daisy mountain..."

Hui Ruqing blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled and said, "Is her mouth so sweet, is it still?"

Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "There are beautiful women in the north who are peerless and independent, and they will be filled with the city and the country."

Hui Ruqing was stunned for a while before murmuring: "Is this... a poem made specifically for me?"

Xin Zhuo gently held her slender hands, which was very smooth, and then stuffed them in his arms to warm up: "Of course, I'm just doing it for you! Is it cold?"

Hui Ruqing's body froze, forgot to pull out her hand for a moment, and was stunned: "Little thief, don't lie to me, am I really that good-looking? Or are you teasing me?"

Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised and said, "Don't you know?"

Hui Ruqing said blankly: "There is no bronze mirror in the temple, and no one has praised me. I was ugly when I was a child. My nickname was Chou'er, and I always thought I had a very ordinary birth."

Ugly?

Are you still alive? Yuan Yourong and the others know that they will be ashamed of themselves.
Chapter completed!