One month later.

In the quaint courtyard of Yushou, Song Zhi slowly stopped the sword in his hand and looked up at the sky.

The autumn wind has passed, and the capital is getting colder. The people in the city wear velvet hats and wrap their thin jackets. Flying snowflakes sprinkle on the earth from the lead-gray clouds, announcing the arrival of the winter solstice.

A small snowflake fell on Song Zhi's palm, and in a blink of an eye it melted into a drop of snow water. The slender white palms of the five fingers slowly clasped, feeling the coldness of early winter.

After pushing aside his hair that was wet with sweat on his forehead, Song Zhi spit out a mouthful of white mist.

After leaving the palace that day, the sect leader only stayed for a few days to carefully teach him swordsmanship, and hurriedly left Beijing and returned to Jiangnan.

For the past month, Song Zhi came here every day at dawn and started practicing swordsmanship. He only returned to the Demon Shousi to rest after late at night. His life was fulfilling. The most important thing is that his Qingxia sword technique has already seen the path and is no longer so stagnant.

After standing in this courtyard for a moment, the clear shoulders were covered with frost and snow. Song Zhi blinked his slender eyelashes and put away the sword given by Jiang Yazhen in his hand, preparing to return to the eaves to enjoy the first snow.

Scream,

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden door being pushed open came, and Song Zhi turned his head and looked at it with a smile on his lips.

"Senior sister, why are you here?"

Li Meng changed into the cold winter Rongpie distributed by the Demon Hunting Department. At this moment, he walked in from outside the door with white frost. His eyes were not as good as usual, but a little serious.

When he ran to Song Zhi, Li Meng first took out a Rong Pi from the space capsule and stuffed it into Song Zhi's arms. Then he said, "Xiao Zhi, you don't report every time you go out of the Demon Hunting Department, which makes your senior sister scold you again."

Song Zhi wrapped the velvet cloak, and suddenly felt a sense of warmth and comfort, and asked in surprise:

"Be scolded?"

"... Could it be that Deacon Meng has returned from injury?"

Li Meng put her hands on her hips and looked at Song Zhi’s beautiful face, nodded and sighed:

"That's right, Deacon Meng came to look for someone as soon as he came out of seclusion. You are not in the department. As soon as my senior sister guessed that you were here, she came to find you."

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed. The Demon Hunting Department usually does not have extra control when it has no tasks. He just changed his place to practice so that his senior sister would not be blamed...

"Are Deacon Meng so anxious?" Song Zhi felt a little confused.

"Yes, he said he had been delayed for a long time and he would set off today." Li Meng was quite helpless in his tone.

"Let's leave tonight?" Song Zhi was caught off guard and quickly pulled Li Meng out the door.

"Then let's go back now..."

Inside the Demon Hunting Department.

At this moment, Meng He stood in Song Zhi's yard, and there was only a scar on his wound before. He turned his head and looked at it, his eyebrows and eyes were full of impatientness.

After crossing the courtyard gate, Song Zhi saw Meng He's eyes stuttering, and he hurriedly clasped his fists and said:

"Daichi Meng, I just..."

"Stop talking." Meng He waved his hand and said in a deep voice:

"During this period of time, I was in seclusion and recuperating. I will not hold you accountable for being unable to tell me and being able to enter and exit at will. Please prepare for it and follow me out of the capital in an hour."

After saying that, Meng He shook his cloak and strode away from the yard.

"It's okay, Lao Meng is just like that." Suddenly, a familiar voice came, and Song Zhi noticed another person in the yard.

With square head and small eyes and a kind figure, Liu Zhengyi, who was responsible for guarding the back door when he first entered the Demon Hunting Department.

Meng He and his team got a flying puppet this time, but it was for escaping in critical moments. Therefore, if you want to go to the far north, you still have to use the traditional method to ride a fast horse.

Song Zhi looked at the fire chasing horse in front of him and felt a sense of affection. When he went down the mountain, this kind of horse was carrying the carriage and ran for a day and night without any rest.

Jumping on fire and chasing the horse, Song Zhi followed the team, walked up from Baima Street in the wind and snow, and walked towards the White Tiger Gate in the admiration of the people.

And at this moment, someone from the White Tiger Sect is also farewell.
Chapter completed!