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Early the next morning, Xinglin Pavilion was no longer as noisy as before.

The medicine stove in the yard is still burning, and the white medicine gas slowly rises, mixed with the morning mist, making the whole courtyard look like an isolated island temporarily isolated from the world.

But everyone knows that calm is just a facade.

There are still two days until the Tianfeng Tea Party.

The closer we get to that day, the undercurrent beneath Zhonghai becomes tighter and tighter.

Song Qingshan got up very early.

He only slept for two hours last night, but he did not continue to practice forcefully. Instead, he slowly circulated Qi in the courtyard and sorted out the Zhiyang Zhenqi, Xuanyin soft energy and the embryonic form of spiritual consciousness in sequence.

When Shen Bingxin came out of the pharmacy, she saw him closing his momentum.

She didn't speak immediately, but walked up to him and stretched out her hand to check for his pulse.

Song Qingshan handed over his hand naturally.

Over the past few days, he has become accustomed to it.

Jiang Mingzhu took a look from the side hall and whispered to Heihu, "Look, how conscious you are now."

Black Tiger nodded: "Master Song has grown up."

Song Qingshan heard it.

But he chose not to hear it.

After Shen Bingxin checked her pulse, her expression was calmer than last night.

"Sixty percent recovered."

Song Qingshan said: "It's enough."

Shen Bingxin raised her eyes.

"I don't mean to ask you to fight tooth and nail today."

Song Qingshan nodded: "I'm only going to the mountain guarding platform today."

Shen Bingxin looked at him: "I hope you have a clear understanding of the word 'only'."

Jiang Mingzhu immediately added: "He didn't."

Song Qingshan: "..."

Gu Chenzhou walked out of the clean room.

He held the wooden box of Gu Huaishan's remains in his arms.

The outside of the wooden box had been re-wrapped with medicinal cloth by Shen Bingxin, and the soul-returning blood talisman was hand-painted by Gu Chenzhou.

That's not an attack charm.

It's a bone stabilizing talisman.

The line is very light, but extremely stable.

Gu Chenzhou did not wear a bronze mask today.

This was the first time everyone saw his complete face.

His face was younger than expected, but due to years of hatred and evil, there was an unyielding coldness between his eyebrows and eyes.

But at this moment, when he held the wooden box, there was an almost gentle solemnity in the coldness.

Like a person who has been wandering for too long and finally wants to bring his relatives home.

Jiang Mingzhu was stunned for a moment when she saw that he was not wearing a mask, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Sometimes, not asking is respect.

Song Qingshan walked up to Gu Chenzhou.

"Ready?"

Gu Chenzhou nodded.

"Let's go."

Not many people went up the mountain today.

Song Qingshan, Shen Bingxin, Gu Chenzhou, Jiang Huaiyuan, Huo Jingyuan, Qin Lao, Hei Hu, and a few reliable warriors.

Jiang Mingzhu originally wanted to follow, but was left behind in Xinglin Pavilion.

The true soul jade is still in the hidden compartment.

On the day of the tea party, she will be responsible for bringing Soul Jade to the venue. She must be familiar with all warning and transfer procedures today.

Although Jiang Mingzhu was unwilling to give in, she also knew the importance.

Before leaving, she said to Song Qingshan: "You are just resting your bones today, and you are not allowed to copy copies."

Black Tiger asked in a low voice: "What is a copy?"

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