The continuous snowfall has given Jinling City a rare sense of tranquility.
This is a unique city where the imperial court has absolute control, but people from all walks of life also gather here.
Many things in the world are spread in Jinling City.
In addition to the mixed people here, more importantly, there are money gangs here.
The Money Gang does not sell gossip, but the Money Gang is indeed the gang that can get the most gossip.
Except for those hidden intelligence organizations, the Money Gang can be regarded as having a good eye in the world.
It's just that the heavy snowfall for days has made it impossible for the boys of Qiang Gang to travel, and even Liaozhai had to close down for a few days because of the snow.
She wore a pink dress, and her black hair was casually fixed behind her by a long jasper hairpin.
There was only one figure in the wind and snow, and the only thing accompanying her was a long sword that looked like wood.
Still wearing the familiar pink cabbage, the snow was enough to cover her calves, but Qingcheng still walked steadily on the snow.
Along the way, there were only a series of shallow footprints behind them, but they disappeared into the wind and snow in a moment.
It's been snowing for too long, and it won't be long before Qingcheng leaves the division.
Everything in the sect was left to Shuqi.
With Lingyue on the side as Shuqi's support, Shuqi was naturally much more relaxed, so no matter how long Qingcheng stayed, he would not worry about anything happening in the sect.
Her purpose is just to find someone and take him back.
Qingcheng never walked around the world without a sword, just like when she went to the capital four years ago, she didn't have any weapons in her hands, only a portable piano.
But this time, even Qiu Wu was kept on her, which was enough to prove Qingcheng's attitude.
There are many people in the world in Jinling City, so Qingcheng has come into the sight of many people since the appearance of Qingcheng.
However, Qingcheng seemed not to feel anything strange.
The youngest head of Fengming Pavilion still just walked silently, every time he arrived.
The place is convenient for asking around.
Even the insignificant people in the world can't help but feel sorry for him.
It is obvious that this is a very dedicated master, but it is a pity that he has not met a good disciple.
Raising her head, she saw an inn called Yong'an in front of her.
Qingcheng frowned and looked at the wind and snow in front of her.
She finally chose to stop and rest for a while, waiting for the wind and snow to pass.
There was only the sound of the wind and snow outside, but it was extremely noisy inside the inn.
There were people from the world of martial arts inside, and naturally they were talking about things in the world of martial arts.
Qingcheng just stood at the door and paused for a moment, then walked straight towards a deserted corner.
The waiter at the inn was a sharp-eyed man and immediately ran over.
"Girl, it's better to stay in a hotel."
The waiter's voice was stuck in his throat before he finished speaking.
Although Yong'an Inn in Jinling City is also one of the best inns, there are naturally many people who come here all year round.
The waiter has seen many young and beautiful women, but never one like the one in front of him.
The waiter felt that his breathing suddenly stopped at a certain moment.
The inexplicable aura of the woman in front of him made him feel very comfortable.
Even just looking at her felt like he was bathing in the bright spring light.
However, the waiter in the shop had seen a lot of people, so he was naturally more discerning than others.
He lowered his head and turned his gaze, then smiled as flatteringly as ever.
No one in the world can guess what a rude look will bring to them.
The waiter in the shop doesn't understand the world, but after living for a long time, he naturally understands how to ensure his own safety.
Only by knowing how to advance and retreat and stick to one's duty can we avoid unnecessary disasters.
This waiter is indeed good, but there are many people like waiters in this world, so being like a waiter can be regarded as a duty at most, but cannot be said to be outstanding.
Excellence may bring him into the attention of others, but his ability can only make people think that this person knows how to try.
What's more important is that the woman in front of her may not be able to enter her sight even if she is an outstanding person.
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"Arrange a room in the upper room, a bottle of sake and two side dishes."
Qingcheng's eyes were a little distracted, and she didn't know what she was thinking, but her tone of voice was extremely clear.
After speaking, he took out a few golden melon seeds from the purse at his waist and put them on the table in front of him, and then continued to think without saying a word.
These golden melon seeds were prepared by Yue Izumo.
In this era where Alipay transfers are not possible without a bank card, carrying a large amount of money out will definitely tire you to death unless it is all converted into banknotes.
Golden melon seeds are small, convenient, and more expensive than silver, so they are naturally the best choice.
The waiter stuffed the golden melon seeds into his arms with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then said: "Sir, please wait, the food and wine will be served soon."
"Yes."
Qingcheng nodded, but she heard a group of people not far away discussing something loudly.
She immediately listened and found that what these people were talking about was what happened in southern Xinjiang not long ago.
It is now well known to everyone in the world that Wu Zhu Temple was attacked by someone, and what these people in the world are discussing now is the fact that the four masters of Wu Zhu Temple were defeated by one person.
There were rumors in the world that it was Tsuki Izumo who attacked, but almost no one believed this statement because Yue Izumo's swordsmanship was not capable of defeating four top masters with one sword.
However, Qingcheng had an inexplicable feeling that only his disciples could defeat the four great masters of Wu Zhu Palace with a sword technique that they had never seen before.
There are always some magical things about him, such as the swordsmanship that she has never seen before.
It is obvious that a person who has never been exposed to swordsmanship can use various swordsmanship.
Ever since she heard about Wu Zhu Palace, Qingcheng had always had a voice in her heart, telling her from time to time that this person was Yue Izuyun.
"Apprentice, where are you now?"
A slight sigh could not be detected, but in the corner behind Qingcheng, a figure in black clothes suddenly trembled.
It didn't take long for the waiter to return to Qingcheng.
The food and wine were served, and he was about to leave.
But before the waiter turned around, he saw the woman in front of him suddenly raised her head and asked: "Second brother, can I ask you about someone?"
The moment the woman raised her head, the waiter once again felt the feeling that his heartbeat was out of his control.
His brain barely reacted and he blurted out: "Who does the girl want to inquire about?"
"A young man, nineteen years old, very good-looking, with a string of white jade bells and a jade flute around his waist.
His hair is snow-white, and he always has a comfortable smile on his face.
Brother, are you okay?
I’ve seen people like this before.”
"Nineteen years old with snow-white hair" The waiter couldn't help but exclaimed, and after this exclamation, the people who had been discussing on the side became silent.
All eyes fell on Qingcheng at this moment.
Qingcheng was unmoved, but she heard one of the extremely rugged-looking men suddenly say: "Who else but Yue Izuyun is red-clothed and white-haired?
I didn't expect that the head of Qingcheng of Fengming Pavilion would be..."
I will also go to Jianghu, so it is just right that Yue Chuyun killed my uncle Tong Kuang, and now Yue Chuyun has become a tortoise, so this debt can naturally be placed on Fengming Pavilion."
Qingcheng's expression remained unchanged.
Although there were a lot of people in the world here, judging from the auras of these people, they still couldn't keep her.
However, at this moment, a clear crash was heard from behind, seemingly unintentional, but still resounding in Qingcheng's heart.
She was all too familiar with this voice.
When she turned around, Qingcheng's eyes were fixed on the figure in black robes with his back to her
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