By the way, Bai Zhimo was practicing sword in the yard. He was experiencing the sword that had just passed through the spring breeze and rain. Suddenly, a burst of applause came from a distance. But when he heard the words behind, he could guess the identity of the visitor without turning around.

It’s the kitchen manager, Fatty Wang!

"Brother Fat, why do you have time to come to me?" Bai Zhimo turned around and said with a smile.

"It's not Fat Master, I think of you. Fat Master, I have no choice!" Fat Master Wang said with a wry smile, as if he had suffered so much grievance.

However, Bai Zhimo automatically ignored the tone factor in Fatty Wang's words. He was increasingly able to understand that Fatty Wang's identity was not simple. After all, he was in charge of the diet of everyone in the City Lord's Mansion.

This is not just a matter of strength, but also a more important issue of trust. His identity in the city lord's mansion is definitely not simple.

"Who else can threaten Fat Brother in the City Lord's Mansion?" Bai Zhimo raised his sword backwards and said with a smile.

"Oh, who else can it be? It's not my cousin! I really can't afford to offend Fatty Master, I can't afford to offend Fatty Master!!" Fatty Wang said helplessly.

"Cousin?" Bai Zhimo asked in confusion.

"Don't you know? Didn't you be sent to the kitchen because you offended her?" Fatty Wang said in surprise.

"Pret Bai Zhi??!"

Bai Zhimo couldn't help but exclaim, and he couldn't help but be surprised, because he really didn't expect that Concubine Bai Zhi would be Fatty Wang's cousin.

But just thinking about it, Bai Zhimo felt relieved. If Fatty Wang was really the cousin of Concubine Bai Zhi, then he would be the cousin of the City Lord's Mansion. It seems reasonable to let the cousin take charge of the kitchen such as the important place.

However, the relationship between Fatty Wang and Concubine Bai Zhi did not seem to be very harmonious. Moreover, when Uncle Fu sent him to the kitchen, Fatty Wang was so flattering. He is really the cousin of the City Lord’s Mansion?

As if he felt Bai Zhimo's doubts, Fatty Wang explained with a wry smile,

"Hehe, there is nothing that cannot be said. I am a concubine from my family and I have never been valued at home. As for the little girl Bai Zhifei, I have never regarded me as my cousin!"

Although it was just a simple explanation, Bai Zhimo heard endless sadness from this sentence. It seems that the families of wealthy families are not just glamorous, and the filth behind them is just not presented to people.

"Brother Fat is here to find me this time, I don't know what to order!" Bai Zhimo realized that this problem was a little sensitive, so he did not get too entangled with this issue, but took the initiative to change the topic.

"Hehe, it's not Fat Master, I'm looking for you, but the little girl Bai Zhifei wants to look for you, she wants to compete with you in swords! Hehe..."

Fatty Wang knew the grudge between Bai Zhimo and Bai Zhifei, so when he said this, his tone was filled with gloating.

A sword?

Bai Zhimo was completely stunned. When he heard Fatty Wang mention Concubine Bai Zhi, he guessed that Concubine Bai might be coming to cause trouble for him. Now it seems that this is true.

But if you want to talk about sword comparison, he hasn't touched the sword for a long time!

During this period, Bai Zhimo has been devoted to the blood kitchen, and his spare time is often spent practicing the Cold Soul Art or practicing sword techniques.

If he hadn't thought that sword technique was not suitable for "cultivating one's own nature", he probably wouldn't know when he would practice sword technique once.

"Did she say when?"

"Well, at noon tomorrow, I will let you go to the small courtyard where you fought last time!" Fatty Wang paused slightly, and then said with a smile.

"Xiaobai, I have heard of it. Last time you defeated the girl with one sword. This time, you must continue to work hard and destroy the girl's majesty!"

"Okay, I'll do my best!"

Bai Zhimo's mouth twitched slightly. The little girl's skin was defeated by her own move last time, so she must be dissatisfied. Since she took the initiative to challenge herself this time, she didn't need to ask at all.

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, I must be very sure.

As for Bai Zhimo, he has not practiced sword skills for this period of time, and the other is getting worse. This sword competition is a bit lingering!

"It's not about doing your best, it's necessary to do it. That little girl is too arrogant. I must take this opportunity to teach her a lesson!" Fatty Wang said gritting his teeth.

Bai Zhimo nodded helplessly. Although he really had no confidence, he could only do his best in the end!

"Okay, you kid hurry up and practice swordsman. I won't bother you anymore. Don't forget the sword competition tomorrow!" Fatty Wang waved his hand and turned around and left, making a cheering gesture to Bai Zhimo.

Bai Zhimo nodded with a wry smile and watched Fatty Wang leave his yard.

What he sent to himself was definitely not good news. He lived a fulfilling life during this period and even forgot about the existence of Concubine Bai Zhi. However, her challenge forced him to face this realistic problem.

Forget it, don’t think too much, the battle with Concubine Bai Zhi is no big deal, and it doesn’t matter even if it loses in her hands.

After making up this idea, Bai Zhimo immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved. Then he was not impatient and practiced the Sword of Spring Breeze and Rain several times.

The matter of competing with Bai Zhifei's sword has faded more and more in his heart.

At night, Bai Zhimo went to bed and practiced the Cold Soul Art. He hoped that he could practice the first level of Cold Soul Art as soon as possible, and then he could cover up his secrets of the sequence.

After all, you may encounter a fifth-order sequencer at any time!

Early the next morning, Bai Zhimo jumped out of the bed. He stretched out his hands, and a large ball of white mist spread out from his hands. The white mist quickly expanded, covering his body.

The white mist outside his body was more than two feet thick. During the period when he was practicing the Cold Soul Art in the City Lord's Mansion, his cultivation has been a progressive god, and it has changed a lot every day.

The secret book of the Cold Soul Art is written very clearly. The first layer can release a cold air of one foot in a radius. He is not far from this limit now. After all, the mist cocoon outside his body is already five feet in a radius.

He has only been practicing the Cold Soul Art for less than ten days, and it has only been seven or eight days since he really practiced the Cold Soul Art for only seven or eight days. He thought he could break through the first level in half a month. Now it seems that this is indeed very likely to be completed.

After breakfast, Bai Zhimo practiced swords in the yard again, and he had completely put aside the matter of fighting swords.

Bai Zhimo was immersed in the world of swordsmanship, and his mind gradually became empty, forgetting the existence of time.

"Xiaobai, it's already time? It's too late if you don't leave!"

A loud shout pulled Bai Zhimo back to reality. Bai Zhimo looked in the direction where the sound came, and a big fat man came into his eyes!

The confusion in Bai Zhimo's eyes gradually faded away. This fat man seemed to look familiar. Oh, it's Fat Man Wang!

It's too late, what's too late?

Oh, I remembered it, it was a sword comparison, a sword comparison with Concubine Bai Zhi!

Bai Zhimo patted his head and actually forgot about this. He looked up at the sun above his head, and came to Fatty Wang with a sword.

"Brother Fat, when is it now? It's not yet afternoon?"

"Oh, my little ancestor, it's not past noon, but it's just a stick of incense! Good guy, fortunately, Fatty, I asked Ermao to stare at you, otherwise I really wouldn't know that you boy haven't been here yet!"

Hearing that there was still a stick of incense, Bai Zhimo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Time was completely too late, so there was no need to worry.

Bai Zhimo didn't know what the consequences would be for the sword-making competition of Bai Zhifei late, but it would be better not to know such a thing.

"Brother Fat, don't worry, one stick of incense is enough, let's go now!" Bai Zhimo said with a smile to comfort Fatty Wang.

"Fatty, what's there to worry about? You guys, be careful, that little girl movie

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But a person who is unyielding, since she takes the initiative to compete with you in swords, I think he is a little sure!" He said this and then continued,

"And there is another point, you go by yourself, I don't want to see that little girl!"

I don’t know if it was infected by Bai Zhimo’s calmness, but Fatty Wang calmed down and even mentioned Bai Zhimo’s words.

"Brother Fat really doesn't follow him to see?" Seeing Fatty Wang's bitter and grudged look, he really doesn't go and see him in person?

"Ahem, what's so good about it? I'll let Ermao take my place. You kid must win a little more beautiful!" Fatty Wang coughed and said slowly.

"Okay, I'll go there first!"

After hearing what Fatty Wang said, Bai Zhimo knew that there must be a hidden secret in this, so he did not continue to invite Fatty Wang, and there was really not much time left!

After leaving the courtyard, Bai Zhimo saw that Ermao was already waiting outside. When he saw Bai Zhimo, he immediately came up to meet him.

"Young Master Bai, please come with me!"

Bai Zhimo nodded and followed Ermaozi. Although he still had some impression of Bai Zhifei's route in the courtyard, he was definitely not as familiar as Ermaozi.

Time is tight now, so let’s talk about the things that test memory later!

Ermao took Bai Zhimo through the buildings, but Bai Zhimo seemed to be a little different from the last time.

After walking for a long time, after half a stick of incense, they finally stopped in front of a small courtyard. It was the backyard where Bai Zhifei practiced, and Bai Zhimo still had some impression.

"Young Master Bai, this is here, please!" Ermao retreated and pointed with one hand, saying to Bai Zhimo.

"Well, okay, thank you!" Bai Zhimo bowed to Ermaozi.

Bai Zhimo pushed the door and walked in. He saw three people staring at him, Bai Zhifei, Aunt Hong, Xiao Baozi, each one!

"You are here so on time!" Bai Zhifei turned her head and looked at the sundial beside her, and said sarcastically.

"The most important thing in life is to be punctual. There is no way. In this regard, I have always done a good job!" Bai Zhimo seemed to have not heard the sarcasm in Bai Zhifei's mouth, but instead said quite complacently.

"Don't talk too much, start!"

Concubine Bai Zhi winked at the little bun beside her. The little bun came to Bai Zhimo with a wooden sword.

Bai Zhimo took the wooden sword and smiled at the little bun.

"Hey, we're meeting again!"

The little bun wrinkled his delicate nose, and his eyes drew Bai Zhimo fiercely, then snorted coldly and returned to the back of Bai Zhifei.

Bai Zhimo touched his chin. When did he offend this little girl? She seemed to have a lot of opinions about her!

Concubine Bai Zhi, carrying a wooden sword, came to Bai Zhimo and stood two feet away, and shouted with a pretty face,

"Draw the sword!"
To be continued...