The smooth and natural dance steps and the water bloom that lingered around Qiao Ye came to an abrupt halt, and the avenue imprint disappeared without a trace in an instant. Countless ice leaves ruthlessly cut through his skin. Blood arrows erupted, dyeing the water around him crimson.

Qiao Ye, who had never been injured, could withstand such an attack. The ice leaves in the sky were shaking, Qiao Ye was like a duckweed in a storm, he shook a few steps weakly, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and he fell straight into the pool, slowly sinking.

In two and a half years, Ye Qinghan stopped the piano for the first time, and the old beggar didn't know when he was standing beside Ye Qinghan. Seeing Qiao Ye sinking into the pool with bruises all over his body, he smiled a little distressedly and said with a wry smile: "The way of attacking the good is really not practiced by people, and it is purely to find abuse by attracting innate cold qi into the body." Ye Qinghan's hands kept changing the tricks, and they hit the blue water and cold pool one by one. The endless aura of Yandang Mountain surged from all directions.

"You said that Qiao Ye will have a catastrophe in the future, and he must be innate cold to get through, what is that catastrophe?" Ye Qinghan asked as he did so. The old beggar sighed, "I don't know. ”

Ye Qinghan's face was a little solemn.

"Knocking on the side doesn't mean anything?"

"It's vague, it's almost negligible, but it's ......"

"But what?"

The old beggar paused and carved two marks in the sky. A famous sword in the breeze, endless floating and flowing. A hazy moon, melodious and graceful, moist and beautiful.

"What?!" Ye Qinghan's hand suddenly became very unstable, and he showed signs of gaffe for the first time when he was calm and calm.

"This can't be, Qiao Ye can't have anything to do with them!" the old beggar shrugged helplessly, just looking at the two imprints, his eyes were full of complexity.

"One is the eternal town of the rebirth pool, and the other has fallen from the Heavenly Dao Palace to the Three Realms to help the common people. The old beggar sighed and said, "Hey!~~ These are two myths!"

Ye Qinghan stabilized his emotions, and the seal in his hand hit the blue water and cold pool like a rhyme. The old beggar dissipated the mark and said, "You don't have to be so nervous. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" said the old beggar a little self-deprecatingly, "with my current strength, I can't say anything about the two of them, and besides, it's a mystery whether they are still alive or not." ”

Ye Qinghan suddenly said, "Indeed, if the myth is true, they should be banished, although the Nine Palaces Heavenly Calculation can peek into the heavens, but, hey!"

"I'm going to take a trip to Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Cloud City. ”

"No!" Ye Qinghan shook his head, "You are injured and in danger." ”

The old beggar smiled indifferently, "Cloudsdale, hmph! ”

Ye Qinghan understood the old beggar's temper, so he could only shake his head helplessly, "If I hadn't intervened in the world three thousand years ago, I wouldn't have been grounded in Yandang, and you wouldn't have to take such a big risk." The old beggar smiled lonely.

"I wanted to fall into reincarnation, maybe this is the fate of our lineage, I have to snoop too much cause and effect, I always have to face it myself, even if I die, it is my own way, not the way of heaven! I hope you can help Qiao Ye and take good care of him. ”

"Don't worry, Qiao Yeshi, my apprentice, I'm precious!"

"Uh......" The old beggar thought of Qiao Ye being abused by Ye Qinghan and covered in blood, and three black lines hung on his forehead.

With Ye Qinghan's last trick, the temperature of Yandang Mountain dropped suddenly, and goose feathers and snow fell all over the sky.

A pillar of light descended from the North Star and bombarded the heart of the blue water and cold pool. Suddenly, the waves on the surface of the pool rolled. Qiao Ye seemed to be pulled by a mysterious power, and rose from the bottom of the pool along the pillar of light, and a hazy star-blue weapon lingered around him.

The starlight melted into the star-blue mist, and the mist embedded into his body along Qiao Ye's wounds, and then traveled through the meridians around him, and finally converged in the sea of knowledge.

In the human world, on the top of Kunlun, a figure looked at the starlight that fell from the sky in the east, and a trace of waves appeared in his eyes.

"Beichen Xingmang, who is so generous?"

Looking at the starlight arrangement, there is a person on the top of Kunlun, as well as the East China Sea, the South Underworld, Shu Mountain, and even other illusory underworlds.

At this moment, a thousand-foot-long blood-red sword slashed from the void to the star, and its momentum was huge, easily slashing through the void. Just as Jian Mang was about to touch the starlight, an ethereal and distant voice like a fairy rhyme sounded in the minds of all those who watched the starlight.

"Get out!"

The blood-colored sword light was annihilated in an instant, and those who were watching only felt a shock in their hearts, and they could no longer feel the voice. In an unknown part of the other realm, a figure was half-kneeling, spitting blood.

The old beggar was a little helpless and said: "The innate cold qi must be fused with the Beichen stars to create Qiao Ye's way of attacking the good, but this momentum is too big." ”

Ye Qinghan flicked his clothes lightly and stood with his hands in his hands, as if he was a fairy.

"Sometimes, water is so domineering. The corners of the old beggar's mouth twitched, and he was extremely speechless.

"Tell me, what is your way of attacking the good?" Ye Qinghan asked Qiao Ye in the stars.

Qiao Ye's eyes slowly opened, with a unique charm of water.

"Dancing ...... in the Cold Water"

Qiao Ye's right hand was clenched, and the Beichen star gradually condensed into an egg-sized ball of light and integrated into his body. Qiao Ye can't fly, that's for sure, without the stars, there is only free fall. Ye Qinghan and the old beggar didn't mean to make a move, but discussed with great interest what weapons he should use, and what spells and martial arts he should cultivate.

When he was about to fall to the water, Qiao Ye played Tai Chi with both hands, and rotated around his right hand with the force of falling, and stopped after a while. But looking at his crumbling appearance, he was clearly dizzy. He steadied himself, closed his eyes to adjust his physical condition and organize the information in his mind.

The wounds on his body were gone, as if he had not been hurt at all. The sea of consciousness turned into a starry blue, vast and boundless, and the spiritual power that could not be fused with the divine consciousness was perfectly integrated with the intervention of the innate cold qi.

Wisps of avenue imprints flashed in Qiao Ye's heart, and Qiao Ye experienced it very seriously. When Ye Qinghan asked him earlier what his way of attacking the good was, his answer was purely from that moment of enlightenment.

Attacking the way of goodness is a big concept, as for the Heavenly Cold Water Dance, this is Qiao Ye's own exercise. As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. The way of attacking the good was created by Ye Qinghan, he taught Qiao Ye an unparalleled foundation, and then trained Qiao Ye's divine thoughts and water control ability. In the past two and a half years, the qin has not only the effect of restoring divine consciousness, but those qin sounds are actually different avenue trajectories, intertwined with the principles of heaven and earth and the laws of all things, all of which are to stabilize Qiao Ye's Dao heart.

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