The abrupt sound from behind scared Lin Qinghuan, even at night when there was no moonlight and stars, in fact, he could see some vague shadows, and this maple forest had all fallen leaves, only the withered branches remained, and the bluestone slab steps in the forest had a wide field of vision, besides, the winter night was less noisy than the summer insects, and it was more quiet, and Lin Qinghuan didn't hear the footsteps at all.

People who practice martial arts usually have a keen sense and can sense the approach of danger and the aura of other people around them, and it must be unusual for this person behind him to be able to get close to Lin Qinghuan silently.

As soon as the words fell, before Lin Qinghuan could react, the man stretched out his hand, patted Lin Qinghuan's left shoulder heavily, and asked, "It's over, what do you want to go up the mountain at this time?"

Lin Qinghuan was slapped on the left shoulder again, the wound left by the flying knife was painful, and he jumped away directly as if he was reflexive, and all the roasted sweet potatoes in his pocket were scattered on the ground.

Lin Qinghuan turned around and looked at the person in front of him, it was an old man, a Taoist robe was not very ragged, but it was not clean and tidy in any case, and he still had a goatee on his chin.

"Daoist friends are so panicked, do you suspect that the poor Dao is a robbery? Why are Daoists so wronged by the poor Dao? The cultivators of my generation walk between heaven and earth, explore the secrets of the universe, and do things that mortals cannot, you kid, you are so arrogant, you don't know the greatness of the cultivators of our generation, but you have wronged and slandered the poor Dao as a roadblock and robber, have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag, be careful that I punch you in the head!" The bearded old man in front of him stretched out his fist and slowly approached Lin Qinghuan's head.

Lin Qinghuan was a little confused, these days, there are really all kinds of wonders, but he can't figure out how deep this person's martial arts cultivation is, what his identity is, and he doesn't dare to mess around.

Without waiting for Lin Qinghuan to answer, the old man turned his fist into a palm, patted Lin Qinghuan on the shoulder again, and said seriously: "Eh, for the sake of your kid who is still honest, it's okay if you don't blow your head with one punch, kneel down and call me grandpa three times, and I'll let you go, eh, no, no, I'm a day or two older than you at most, it's never okay to call me grandpa, so let's count it as a poor road, I will suffer a little loss, just give a hundred and eighty taels of silver to apologize, and the poor road is kind-hearted, so I'll let you go!"

Lin Qinghuan was pressed on his left shoulder, unable to move, trying to break free, not to mention the pain of the wound, he couldn't move the slightest, his right hand was put into his sleeve, holding down the sleeve arrow mechanism, ready to stab out at any time.

The old Taoist pressed Lin Qinghuan with his right hand, and touched the pocket of Lin Qinghuan's chest with his left hand, Lin Qinghuan's left hand was restrained, and his right hand did not dare to leave the sleeve arrow mechanism rashly, so he did not stop it, turning it over, only the Tongtian card and the remaining dozen taels of silver.

The old Taoist threw the wooden Tongtian card and threw all the broken silver into his pocket, and said disappointedly: "No, no, no! I see that Brother Tai you look like a dog, a lot of people are only this little net worth, how to marry a daughter-in-law in the future, you scholars don't always say what self-cultivation Qi family rules the country and the world, I see that you poor boy, self-cultivation is enough for you to cultivate for a lifetime, what else to talk about Qi family ruling the country and leveling the world!"

"Eh, don't look at me like that, is this a robbery? Can the things of a cultivator be considered a robbery? You see these silvers, they grow in the ground, they are dug up, burned and melted, and finally they have to go to the people, and they are trampled on by the world, do you know, do you know?" After the old Taoist finished speaking, he sat on the bluestone steps, picked up a roasted sweet potato and ate it, and continued: " You see this roasted sweet potato, which grows in the ground in a good way, is dug up by someone, put it in the fire, and roasted so fragrantly...... Do you know how much it hurts to be roasted so mushy that you will be eaten in the end, do you know? The Tao is impermanent, and things are permanent, and the poor Tao has practiced for decades, and the fairy wind and Dao bones have traveled all over the world, precisely to smooth out the injustices in the world and save them from the clutches of you treacherous villains! Such a meritorious thing, do you say this is called robbery, can this be called robbery?"

can say that the robbery is so righteous and awe-inspiring, this old Taoist is really a fucking talent, after eating one, he put all three in his pocket, and ran away!

If people are really unlucky, they can smash their heels with a fart, but there are still two left, which is not too unfortunate, and it is really hard to say that it is hard to say that it is difficult to be an assassin with low martial arts.

Lin Qinghuan didn't continue to walk, first found a hidden place, and ate the two roasted sweet potatoes on the spot, so as not to have other accidents.

The effect of aura in this world is very extensive, eliminating impurities in the body, strengthening the body and washing the marrow, and even can be directly used as energy, as long as the body can support the metabolism of the substance, no longer need to take in energy in food, it is not impossible, of course, the premise of all this is to absorb the aura to a certain order of magnitude, and can be easily used, the current Lin Qinghuan, practicing for several months, is still in the stage of eliminating impurities and strengthening the body.

Legend has it that people who have cultivated to the extreme can cultivate into an unsullied glass body, and they can even leave the body with their souls.

It stands to reason that as long as it is not directly split into ten pieces or eight pieces, no matter what kind of injury, it can heal quickly, and at the same time, the life span has reached an incredible point, which is several times or even dozens of times that of ordinary people.

After meditating overnight and healing, the wound of the flying knife on Lin Qinghuan's body has healed a lot, and it should be healed in a few days.

The darkness that enveloped the heavens and the earth faded, and the light gradually increased. Today is the coldest day of the year, and the two suns coincide exactly.

The dead grass on the side of the road was covered with a thick layer of frost, and Lin Qinghuan exhaled the last breath of turbidity, forming a string of white mist in the air.

Getting up and walking up, the bluestone slab was stained with mist and became a little slippery, and the dead grass on the side of the road condensed a thick layer of hoarfrost. Lin Qinghuan met a small stream on the way, holding water to wash his face, and a pool of white smoke containing the warmth of the cold winter.

Piercing Cloud Peak, as the name suggests, is the highest point of this mountain, passing through the clouds.

In fact, the clouds in the cold winter are much shorter than usual, and if you look up, you can see that this layer of green and dark is overhead.

Soon after, Lin Qinghuan was in the clouds, the clouds and mist were shrouded in layers, the visibility was extremely low, and the inhaled fog made Lin Qinghuan cough a little.

The energy of exercise can always make people get a moment of warmth in the cold, Lin Qinghuan raised his qi and ran towards the peak Tianchi, one step at a time, one step at a time, and the last limit reached one step at a time, five steps.

This result made Lin Qinghuan quite satisfied, he did not use the aura directly for running, but maintained the balance within the body through luck, and the aura made the anaerobic breathing of strenuous exercise become aerobic breathing, and running, completely relying on his own physical strength.

Leap out of the sea of clouds.

Lin Qinghuan stopped, looking down at the sea of clouds under his feet, instead of the golden light illuminated by the morning light as expected, it was as treacherous as weak water. The wind rises in the mountains, the clouds flow, the sea of clouds churns, and the waves rise in all directions, like an angry beast that wants to swallow everything in sight.

Lin Qinghuan continued to walk upward, there was a sea of clouds under his feet, and there was a sea of clouds in the sky, and occasionally one or two snowflakes were blown down by the wind and floated to Lin Qinghuan's side.

Lin Qinghuan visually measured it, and it should be only a hundred zhang away from the peak, so he stopped running and began to walk slowly towards the peak. The cold weather of snow can always make everyone living in the south feel good, temporarily put aside their troubles, and be in this falling snow.

The further up he went, the heavier the snow became, until Lin Qinghuan's shoulders and head were covered with snowflakes. A little snow began to accumulate on the soft dead grass and leaves, but it still melted when touched on the cold and hard bluestone slabs.

Approaching the top, the pavilions and pavilions began to increase, these buildings, most of them are the buildings of the royal family or the gate valve family, for hundreds of years, the royal family of Yunshui Country and the gate valve of the major families have the habit of going through the Yunfeng Tianchi to escape the summer and enjoy the snow, and after a long time, it has been connected into many building complexes.

Lin Qinghuan found a secluded place and hid the right Hidden Blade in the sole of his shoe.

As for the left-hand hidden blade, it was large and easy to be discovered, Lin Qinghuan left it directly at the bottom of the mountain, and the other equipment commonly used by assassins, Lin Qinghuan didn't bring one, and practicing the hidden blade and hidden arrow was enough for him to toss for a while.

Sure enough, Lin Qinghuan, who continued to move forward, soon ushered in the first wave of searches, and the first wave of "business" at work in the morning met Lin Qinghuan's shabby appearance, and after checking the authenticity of the wooden card, he asked him to get out quickly, and he didn't even have a single or two pieces of silver oil and water, and he didn't know how this shabby scholar got mixed with the Tongtian wooden card.

Last night, the old Taoist with a goatee swept Lin Qinghuan away, threw the wooden card casually, and threw it dozens of feet away, causing Lin Qinghuan to look in that direction in the dark for a long time. But then again, even if you don't get swept up by the old Taoist with a goatee, if you go up the mountain today, in the face of these layers of sentry, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep a penny.

When he reached the peak, the second wave of searches, the forbidden army in charge of defense and guard, still let him go.

The peak is in the shape of a ring, like a cauldron, in the middle of the cauldron, is the Tianchi, not big, but not small, about two miles in a radius.

There is a concave type on the edge of the Tianchi, the land that stretches out the Tianchi is artificially filled, and the Temple of Heaven built on it is the place where the emperor of Yunshui Kingdom worships the heavens and the earth and worships the ancestors over the years.

There are several small palaces built around the Temple of Heaven, which should be the emperor's residence, and a large area nearby is surrounded by five steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry, and a spectator like Lin Qinghuan is not allowed to approach.

Piercing the top of the cloud peak, at this time there are already a lot of gorgeously dressed young men and women, holding umbrellas, walking and enjoying the snow, Lin Qinghuan is alone, and he does not go to ask for himself, the whole peak and around the Tianchi, one side is luxurious and luxurious, there are all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, and the other side is barren and overgrown.

Lin Qinghuan walked to the barren side, picked a wilderness and withered grass to sit down, patted off the snowflakes on his head and shoulders, and held up an oil-paper umbrella.

All the passages on the summit are constantly pouring in, most of these people gather on the other side of Lin Qinghuan, Lin Qinghuan hid in the oil-paper umbrella, took out the sleeve arrow on the sole of his shoe, wiped it with weeds, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, fortunately, it didn't stink, and then tied it back to his right hand.

It is this barren side, and the number of people has begun to increase, and the oil-paper umbrellas of various colors, looking down from the peak, look like big mushrooms.

The crowd was full of voices, and the hustle and bustle of all kinds of chatter and bragging, made Lin Qinghuan no longer able to meditate carefully, so he walked down, asked the sword, and stood tall to get a glimpse of the whole picture of the battle, but the distance was too far, and he couldn't feel the sword qi and sword intent.

The artistic conception has always been ethereal and unpredictable, and it can only be comprehended by chance and talent.

Lin Qinghuan chose a suitable position to view the sword, not high, not low, not near or far.

It's just this kind of feng shui treasure land, and there are a lot of people around.

Feng Chan is about to begin, and there are constantly guards with knives coming over, making everyone around them quiet, and those who violate the order will not be forgiven, which makes Lin Qinghuan temporarily get a moment of peace.

At the beginning of the Zen ceremony, the battle of the emperor of Yunshui was not small, there were thousands of people on the other side of the Tianchi, headed by the emperor of Yunshui country, according to an ancient ritual, began to worship.

Ring the bell and worship heaven and earth!

Two bells, worship the gods!

Three bells, worship the ancestors!

Four bells, worship the sun and the moon!

Five bells, worship the mountains and rivers!

Six bells, worship the wind and rain!

......

According to the rules, Lin Qinghuan and other flat-headed people, from the first time the bell rang, had to kneel down and prostrate on the ground, so as not to disturb the gods of heaven and earth, until the end of the nine bell worship, they could not get up, during which they could not use an umbrella to cover them, and they could only let the snowflakes fall on their backs.

Ringing the bell nine times is a long process, and its etiquette is complicated, which can be imagined.

After the nine bells are over, you can start eating, drinking and having fun, of course, this is limited to the other side, everyone on Lin Qinghuan's side, if they don't bring their own food, they can only watch it.

Facing the snowflakes falling, many young girls began to pick tea, the unique snow tea of Yunfeng Tianchi, you can directly connect a pot of falling snow, put the newly picked tea into it, and boil it with a special small stove, which is the most fragrant.

Several white-clothed women with sleeves several feet long, stepped on the lake water and flew into the heavenly pool, began to dance, snowflakes fell, long sleeves fluttered, graceful women's posture, with this partial snowflake, very suitable for the scene.