When I got home at night, the people in the winery were asleep.

It's a self-contained compound in a remote valley just outside of Drifting Snow, and for many years few outsiders have been there except for the guys who work in the winery.

The courtyard is divided into two, on the left side of the door is the brewing workshop, on the right is the four rooms lined up, the innermost is the uncle Chunyuan of the night Yichen, then the night is the first room, and the last large room is the four brewing masters.

Usually, no matter how late he comes back at night, as long as Chunyuan is at home, the light in his room will be on until he goes back to sleep in the room until night.

In the past month, Chun Yuan has often gone out, sometimes coming back after four or five days, and he used to go out from time to time, but not as often as recently, and he went out almost every other day.

When I returned to the room at night, I passed by Chunyuan's room, and accidentally caught a glimpse that the door was not closed, maybe it was blown open by the strong wind, and I remembered the letter that Aunt Xue gave him during the day, so I pushed the door in and prepared to put the letter on the table. When I entered the house, I found that the windows were also wide open, and the bright moonlight poured in, shining here as if it were day.

Ye Yichen put the letter on the table, and unexpectedly found a few red petals on the table, he picked up a petal and brought it to his eyes, it was a rose, it was the first time he had seen it at home since it was so big, and there was no such flower in the vicinity, so it was a little strange, but he didn't think about it, so he closed the door and window and went back to his room.

Ye Yichen took off his shirt and sat on the bed, revealing a slightly emaciated body, but the muscles were as tight as carving, I saw that there were eight thin black lines of different lengths on his chest, evenly arranged together, his left hand sword pointed up on his chest, and his mouth whispered: "Gather Spirits and Turn Ice!"

A row of ice needles slowly condensed in front of Ye Wushuang, suspended in the air, and then spread out, rotating around his body, counting carefully, there were a total of thirteen ice needles in the cold air, the size of the silver needles used by the doctor.

"One needle in the Divine Court Ghost Palace stops, and three inches into the needle seals the evil heart" As soon as Ye Yichen finished speaking, one of the ice needles flew to his Human Divine Court and pierced into three points.

"Three needles are clear for the ghost road, and one inch into the needle is sudden", three ice needles pierced into the Qingming acupoint of the night at the same time, and entered the muscles one inch.

Driven by the night of the night, the thirteen ice needles kept piercing back and forth on his body, staying, and flying out, each time piercing into a different acupuncture point, and the number of ice needles was different, and the depth was different.

It lasted for nearly two hours before it ended, and the night was already sweating profusely, although I felt a little sleepy, but the body that felt extremely heavy before, now it was extremely comfortable and relaxed, just like I had carried a hundred catties of rice on my shoulders, and now I was suddenly taken down.

This was taught to him by Chun Yuan after an accident in the first hour of the night, and he was often told to practice diligently, especially in the last month, and asked him to complete it every night before going to bed.

Back then, Ling Xue'er taught Guanghan to Ye Yichen, at the beginning, he made rapid progress, and it only took less than a month to enter the realm of gathering spirits and turning ice, thinking that Ling Xue'er, who was born as a Heavenly Spirit Master, also took two months, which was twice as fast as her.

It's a pity that people are not as good as the sky, but the Guanghan decision of the night suddenly stopped in the realm of gathering spirits and turning ice, and never took a step forward.

Ling Xue'er found that Ye Yichen's dantian could not gather more spiritual power to break through the bottleneck no matter what, so she tried to transfer her spiritual power to Ye Yichen, but it was still useless, once these spiritual powers entered his body, they would sink like a stone into the sea.

At this time, Chun Yuan used a kind of acupuncture called Ghost Gate Thirteen Acupuncture, and reluctantly helped Ye Yichen solve this problem, so that he could slowly gather spiritual power, although it could not be compared with before, but it was better than nothing.

Ordinary acupuncture is to put needles in various acupuncture points on the human body to stimulate the normal operation of the aura meridians, but this ghost door thirteen needles are the opposite, the needles are pierced on the dead points, which is really dangerous, but it can be surprisingly successful and play an unexpected effect.

The method of using the thirteen needles of the ghost gate is treacherous, and the needles are all pierced on the thirty-six death points of the human body, so the requirements for its needles are extremely harsh, and if there is a slight difference, it is that the Daluo Immortal is powerless to return to the sky in the world.

Things in the world, such as life and death, crisis and opportunity, are all interdependent, and there is no absolute independence.

Later, Ye Yichen thought that the silver needle was too troublesome, so he tried to use the spirit of the ice to make an ice needle instead, but he didn't expect the effect to be better, and because these ice needles were the same as his own mind, he could better grasp them.

I went out to take a shower with water in the morning, and then went back to bed and fell asleep.

Tonight he had that strange dream again, and the dream was so real, so real that he didn't even realize it was in a dream.

I dreamed that I had walked for a long time in the snow and ice, and finally stopped by a large lake, and the water was all frozen. He squatted down and looked into the lake, under the frozen lake, there was a huge white-haired orangutan in the water looking at him viciously, it was so big, Ye Yichen felt like an ant in front of it.

It swung its huge fist at the ice, but every time it was about to touch it, it stopped in mid-air, and a thicker chain would appear out of thin air, binding it back and pulling it back, and on several occasions the chain dug deep into its flesh, causing it to let out angry wails, and the blood slowly flowed out of its fur, down the endless chain to the bottom of the abyss-like lake.

Ye Yichen didn't know if it was blood, because the liquid that flowed out of its flesh was black, dull and oppressive.

Ye Yichen always felt that everything here was familiar, whether it was the huge lake, this huge orangutan, or even the scene of the ice and snow.

This strange dream has followed Ye Yichen since he was a child, and he can clearly remember that in his dream when he was a child, he could not walk, but crawled over step by step, and he did not know that the behemoth under the ice lake was an orangutan.

This dream is so real, so real that Ye Yichen sometimes has the illusion that he lives on the other side of the ice lake, and this side of Drifting Snow Town is his dream.