"What is it?" Xiaochen shook his head, and his declining assets were gone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sick old man threw the jade slip into Xiaochen's hand and said, "See for yourself." ”

Xiaochen picked up the jade slip and pasted it on his forehead, and after a while, he put it down, at this time Xiaochen had nothing to worry about, because no matter what, this exercise has already been chosen, and it is naturally impossible to change it, besides, this exercise is also very suitable for Xiaochen's standards, first, its name is domineering, and second, it is gorgeous.

"Ten Thousand Swords! Yes, I like it. "Xiaochen has already written down the exercises recorded in the jade slip.

"Bring it. The sick old man held out his hand.

"What?" Xiaochen looked at him suspiciously.

"The jade slip in your hand, this thing has to be returned, don't you know?" said the sick old man looking at Xiaochen like an idiot.

Xiaochen handed out the jade slip in his hand and said, "Why can't I memorize the contents of the jade slip inside?"

"You want to know? The sick old man took the jade slip in Xiaochen's hand again, sat on the bed and crossed Erlang's legs, and said proudly.

"I'm going to have to beat you up sooner or later. Xiaochen was speechless, and reluctantly let out cruel words.

"It's okay, just get out of here, Lao Tzu doesn't welcome men. The sick old man didn't care about what Xiaochen said, and directly issued an eviction order.

Xiaochen blinked and said, "Are you sure?"

"Why, do you want me to say the second ......" The sick old man seemed to remember something, and suddenly changed his words, "bring the things." ”

"You want it, you beg me. Xiaochen hugged his hands and tilted his head and said.

After saying this, Xiaochen flew out directly from the window of the sick old man's house, only to see the sick old man holding a black token in his hand, and his face was full of smiles.

"Little scoundrel, you deserve it, do you know?" flew in front of Xiaochen's eyes, tears of laughter.

In fact, as soon as Xiaochen finished speaking, he immediately regretted it, probably because he forgot what his surname was after leaving the sick old man for a long time, which attracted this "flying out" windfall.

Xiaochen got up from the ground and climbed into the old man's house through the window again, so he had to let the old man tell him the story of Nioh and Xuanyuan Mound, and after that, the old man still told him some secret things under Xiaochen's stalking and hugging his thighs, and Xiaochen also repeated what he said to the old man.

But the sick old man still didn't tell Xiaochen the secret of the black token, he just said that some things, if they don't reach that height and come into contact with them, will only bring devastating disasters to themselves, Xiaochen naturally knows that the sick old man's words are to tell him that when he doesn't have strength, the more he knows, instead of a good thing, he also understands this truth, and he is not entangled.

After that, Xiaochen did not stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for long, and after leaving the sky against the sky, the sword flew to Yunyoufeng, and he did not see Cang Jinyun on this trip, and the sick old man told him that Cang Jinyun was transforming, and his mind was completely introverted, so he should not be disturbed.

At this time, it was already noon, the sky was overcast, there was no trace of sunlight, when Xiaochen came to Yunyoufeng, the hall was empty, no one, his senior sisters, and he didn't know where to go, Xiaochen walked around for a while without seeing anyone, and walked towards his hut on the edge of the cliff.

Xiaochen walked through the familiar woods for walking, and soon came to the edge of the cliff, this season, the ordinary trees and flowers have withered, it was the cliff edge of the green vine and swaying, and there was no vitality in the past, Xiaochen's hut was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

Xiaochen waved his sleeves casually, easily brushed away the dust outside the entire hut, and after pushing the door in, he saw that both the table and the bed were covered with a layer of dust, and he used a basic wind spell, and a whirlwind blew out of thin air in the hut, rolling all the dust, and disappeared from the door and window.

After doing this, Xiaochen did not rush to meditate and meditate, nor did he practice the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, but lay down on the bed, opened his eyes and began to recall, all these years, this time.

From the mountain to the present, many years have passed, his life has also undergone earth-shaking changes, at this time when he is flying in the sky, sometimes he thinks that his former self, the dream is the present, at that time, he thought that this is chic and free.

And at this moment, his dream is to win the avenue and be proud of the world, at this time he thinks that it is chic freedom, and after he really reaches the realm of his dream at this moment, what will he think is chic and free?

What is the true chic freedom? Is it the cultivation that covers the sky, or the status of the admiration of all people, or the world of immortals after attaining the Tao and ascending.

Xiaochen didn't know, because he neither covered the sky nor admired by thousands of people, let alone been to the fairy world, everything was only waiting for him to slowly uncover.

After returning to Yunyou Peak, Xiaochen has been staying on the edge of the cliff, as before, Xuantian Dao and Qingchen Jue cycle cultivation, although he can't see his cultivation status, but he can also clearly feel that his cultivation is slowly increasing point by point, Xiaochen thinks about it, it is not far from breaking through the Qi refining period.

After going to Youzhu Ju with Ling Ziling to meet Master Xuanyou Zhenren without success, he told Xiaochen that next time he went again, he would call Xiaochen again, this time, most of the month had passed, Xiaochen did not leave the cliff, nor did he wait for Ling Ziling to come to him, and he didn't think too much about it, after all, he was determined to be alone.

During this time, in addition to cultivating the indispensable inner cultivation method, Xiaochen was also practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Technique he had just obtained and the Fire Deficiency Technique he had learned before.

Ten Thousand Sword Technique is a magical power of the five elements of metal, and it can summon thousands of metallic spiritual power sword light attacks when cultivated to the extreme, not that it is necessary to be a person with metallic spiritual power to cultivate, but a monk with the same kind of spiritual power will be easier to cultivate, and the power will be a little greater.

And these problems, but did not appear in Xiaochen, in the process of cultivation of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, whether it is practice, or power, Xiaochen did not encounter too many difficulties, half a month of practice, although it is still far from being able to comprehend, but Xiaochen has been able to initially use this magical power.

As Xiaochen in the Qi refining period, the amount of spiritual power in his body is not much more than that of other monks who are also in the Qi refining period, and the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, along with the method of cultivation, was written down by Xiaochen, and there are some instructions about this technique, and the seniors of the master clearly mentioned in it that this technique can be cultivated to the late stage of fetal growth, and it is a rare spell that can grow, and the full strength of the Qi refining period can summon up to a hundred sword light attacks, but it will exhaust the spiritual power.

But after Xiaochen's personal experience, he found that although he couldn't summon a hundred sword lights now, the summoning of dozens of sword lights seemed to be easy for him, even if he repeated it ten times, it wouldn't consume his spiritual power.

He also found that after using the Fire Deficiency Technique, and then using the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, each sword light was a little brighter, and the power would be much stronger, which gave Xiaochen a comfort, making him feel that at least when he chose the exercises, the starting point was correct.

At midnight, Xiaochen sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff alone, he closed his eyes, please be indifferent, if there is a halo flashing around him, at this moment Xiaochen is practicing the Qingchen Jue Gong, and at this moment, he is unaware, the gray sky that has been hazy for a long time, finally can't help but sprinkle ice chips, goose feather-like snow drifting down from the sky, one after another, it didn't take long for Xiaochen to turn white, not only that, his eyebrows, shoulders and legs are slowly covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Xiaochen seemed to not know, sitting motionless, just like that, one night, in the snow, quietly passed, the next day when the dawn, most of the Xuanqing Mountains have become a world covered in silver makeup, and the majestic mountains in the distance are like huge wax statues.

The entire Yunyou Peak, naturally without exception, was dressed in snow, on a cliff protruding boulder, but in this early morning there was a snowman sitting on the ground, this is naturally Xiaochen who has been cultivating for a night, at this moment, the snow has completely covered his head, his eyes, and every corner of his body.

The hour was almost the same, Xiaochen opened his eyes, and saw a patch of white haze, it turned out that what he saw when he opened his eyes was snow, the snow that wrapped him, Xiaochen shook his head, this move, the snow on his head slipped one after another, and some fell along his neckline and fell to the vest.

Xiaochen jumped up excitedly, all the snow on his body slid down, and a world full of white appeared in his eyes.

Xiaochen leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow, pinched it hard, and a handful of snowflakes turned into a small snowball, and then he casually threw it at the big tree that had fallen leaves in the distance, the snowball hit the trunk, the small snowball with Xiaochen's huge force, although it was torn apart when it hit the trunk, it also made a big tree shake, and a large piece of snow on the dead branches fell.

Xiaochen held his right hand with his left hand, touched the lower handle with his right hand, and tapped one foot on the ground, a thoughtful look, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the sky has stopped, and a series of footprints appeared on the snow, looking along the footprints, you can see from the back that the person who left the traces is a woman, she is wearing a cloak, a circle of fur covers her neck and half of her head, this woman is walking towards the edge of the cliff where Xiaochen is at this time, leaving a series of footprints behind her.

When this woman walked through the woods and came to the edge of the cliff, her eyes were fixed, and she was a little surprised, this woman was naturally Ling Ziling.

She saw a young man in a Taoist robe, carefully sticking a branch into a snowman, like a raised hand.

And in the open space on the edge of the entire cliff, there are a lot of snowmen, these snowmen are in different shapes, although Ling Ziling can't recognize them, but it doesn't prevent her from seeing that some of the things represented by snowmen, such as two small ones with a few big withered yellow leaves behind them, this must be the brothers and sisters of the anti-cangtian, and there are others, Ling Ziling can't recognize them.

At this time, Xiaochen also found Ling Ziling, only to see him run to the side of the tree, pick up a handful of snowflakes, pinch them into snowballs, and throw them at Ling Ziling.

"Dead rabbit, you're looking for death. Ling Ziling hugged Xiao Hei, and after a stunned effort, the snowball fell on her head, this snowball Xiaochen didn't have the strength to pinch it, nor did she throw it hard, and when she touched Ling Ziling, she immediately scattered, and she was covered with snowflakes.

"Joke, when didn't I look for death. Xiaochen clasped his hands and said proudly.

Hearing this, Ling Ziling ripped off the cloak on her body, put Xiao Hei on the cloak, bent down and picked up a large handful of snow, pinched it into a snowball, and smashed it towards Xiaochen.