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Chapter 72: The difference between a knife and a sword, the distance between life and death

From the vast snowfield to the foot of Qilingyi, endless white snow covered the earth. The other scenery you can see is only some trees in the Qilingyi city wall, and occasionally some green will appear. Snow on the branches has turned into water, and then condensed into water droplets and flowed down the branches, quickly turning into ice in the cold wind.

Qin Keqing followed Gu Qingci without saying a word. Standing in the snow was like a crystal clear snow lotus, and it was like a bright and colorful peach blossom that was about to bloom, but it melted into the snow, but it complemented each other.

Gu Qingci slowly turned around. The two were only one meter apart. He was wearing a white robe. Behind him was a Taoist nun in a white Taoist robe. The Taoist nun was plain and colorless. He happened to see him. The two of them had a moment of eyes, and the Taoist nun slowly walked over.

"Flying knife, is it really not your flying knife?" Qin Keqing asked.

Gu Qingci shook his head and said, "It's really not mine."

Gu Qingci quietly looked at the woman with peach blossoms that were swaying gently in the wind on the branches in spring. A hint of helplessness appeared between Yingying's eyebrows. After waking up half an hour ago, Qin Keqing asked a question as if he had asked.

He didn't know how to explain it. The existence of the system was impossible to tell anyone. It was not about trusting or not, but about being careful. He couldn't tell anyone. He didn't explain too much, but just said that the flying knife was not his.

Qin Keqing looked at Gu Qingci and said lightly: "I understand."

Then, after a while, Qin Keqing just stood quietly in the snow like a wooden stake, no longer talking, his eyes were empty and his eyes were not focal, as if he was thinking about something, which made Gu Qingci, who was thinking of an excuse, confused!

Gu Qing said: "You..."

Qin Keqing slowly raised her head and whispered: "Do you have anything to say?"

"I'll go..."

Gu Qingci looked surprised and said, "Aren't you asking me? Don't you have anything else to ask?"

Gu Qingci looked at the Taoist nun in front of him who always looked for granted, and he was almost cursing. You were not very interested. Then you said it earlier, which made me think about it for so long, but I was still standing in the cold wind and trembling. I wonder if I don’t have any internal strength at all?

Qin Keqing naturally didn't know what Gu Qingci was thinking. He shook his head and walked forward gently, passing Gu Qingci. A crisp voice sounded faintly: "I have never been very interested. The reason why I asked twice was just to make sure you didn't switch to the flying knife."

"What does it mean?" Gu Qingci turned around, caught up with Qin Keqing, walked side by side with Qin Keqing, and asked, "Miss Qin, is there anything wrong with me changing the flying knife?"

Qin Keqing, who was walking, suddenly stopped and looked at Gu Qingci with an expressionless face. The cold wind suddenly blew by, lifting her hair, and the white Taoist robe suddenly floated slightly. It happened that a drop of water was about to fall, but at the moment when it was about to fall, it turned into ice drops, crystal clear, refracting the light of the sky, reflected on Qin Keqing's face, as beautiful as if it was not what the world should have.

However, Gu Qingci suddenly felt a tightening in his heart, and felt that the air around him suddenly dropped, and there seemed to be an invisible murderous intent around him. As long as he had a slight movement, he would be ruthlessly destroyed by these murderous intents. He lowered his head and looked at Qin Keqing, and suddenly realized that this murderous intent seemed to be sent by Qin Keqing.

"Qin...Qin...Miss," Gu Qingci swallowed his saliva and stuttered: "What are you doing? You don't want to kill me, do you?"

Qin Keqing suddenly raised her eyebrows and felt uncomfortable. When she heard Gu Qingci's words, she felt a little annoyed in her heart. Her face did not change, but she looked even more frosty. Looking at the person in front of her, she suddenly wanted to leave, but she didn't know why.

She suppressed her anxiety and said, "You can't change the flying knife. You must practice the sword. Otherwise, how can you fight with me? If your sword skills are mixed, you will not be qualified to fight with me. Therefore, you cannot practice the flying knife..."

Qin Keqing said this, her right hand hanging outside the white Taoist robe suddenly shook slightly. The frozen ice drops on the branches were melted by a stream of force. She held the Wuqi sword on her waist tightly and continued:

"If so, if you practice the flying sword, I will kill you, for my... kendo!"

In the world, the air trembled violently, and a white shadow flashed through the snow. At the same time, the Taoist nun in front of Gu Qingci disappeared. As she left, the crystal clear ice drops on the branches instantly turned into water, like rain in the sky, falling to the ground dejectedly.

Gu Qingci looked at the white figure that appeared a little beyond the dozen battles, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He frowned, and then muttered: "What a madman. Fortunately, I didn't admit that the flying knife was mine to show off, otherwise I would have died too unfairly."

However, what puzzled Gu Qingci was that no matter how he looked at Qin Keqing's back now, he was a little bit like running away in panic!

"Sir, sir...Master Gu..."

At this moment, Gu Qingci suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, and quickly turned his head and happened to see Uncle Yan who was running over hurriedly, and asked, "Uncle Yan, are you doing something to ask me?"

Uncle Yan smiled and looked at Qin Keqing's departure, revealing two big yellow teeth, rubbed his nose, sucked his nose, and said, "Hehe, Lord Gu, have you quarreled with Miss Qin? Oh, woman, you have to give in and coax it more. I tell you, if a man wants to revive his husband's roots, he can't just quarrel, it depends on being in bed at night..."

"Stop!" Gu Qingci slapped Yan Bo's shoulder hard, rolled his eyes, and said, "Don't talk nonsense to me. The disrespectful guy is thinking all day long, he is so old!"

Yan Boman didn't care and laughed: "Oh, Lord Gu, we are all men, it's okay to communicate. I have these books in my hand, which is precious..."

"Okay," Gu Qingci looked at Yan Bo speechlessly and said, "Keep your things by yourself. I'm not interested. If you have nothing to do, don't bother me. I'm going to the city wall now. I haven't been there for a long time today. If it doesn't appear again, there will be chaos in the military camp!"

Gu Qingci knew very well that if he didn't appear on the battlefield for a long time, the morale of the soldiers in Changling County would fluctuate. If the evolution became more and more intense and really reached an uncontrollable level, it would be to waste his life to the Beimo Army in vain.

Although Yan Bo was a little disrespectful, he still knew seriousness in major matters. He also knew very well that Gu Qingci's status in the military camp and in the hearts of the county soldiers, so he naturally knew that Gu Qingci's words were not exaggerated.
Chapter completed!
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