The cold snow was full of Qingyang, and a month passed in a hurry, during which Chen Tiansheng did not let go of the practice of several other martial arts in addition to practicing the "Shadow Step" left by He Yuanqing.

This month, he has comprehended "Breaking Heaven Palm" to the sixth level, angry Xiaohan, palm strength rushed out, palm strength like a raging tide, straight to the sky, the power is extraordinary.

The 'Italian three styles' of "Three Styles of Wild Swords" also have a deeper understanding, the sword intent is condensed, and a sword is broken, which has the meaning of destroying all things.

"Shadow Step" is a profound body martial art, especially between the small range of movement and footwork, the body is like a shadow, erratic, and difficult to lock.

The martial arts realm has also improved a lot, and there is a faint feeling of touching the inner strength of the middle realm.

At this time, Chen Tiansheng's quality in all aspects is not weak, even if he encounters a martial artist with the consummation realm of internal strength, he has the confidence to be undefeated, and a half-step acquired martial artist also has the power to protect himself.

It can be said that as long as he doesn't encounter a person with natural perverts like Song Koi, basically his life cannot be threatened below the acquired realm.

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Midwinter is the end of the year, and it is Chinese New Year's Eve.

On this day of Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire Qingyang City was lit up, burning the white Qingyang City red. At night, the lights are bright, and the firelight sways in the cold night, and the sound of joy is endless.

The atmosphere in Qingyang Houfu is even stronger, and the Chen family can be regarded as a big family, and since the morning, the Chen clansmen have been busy.

From worshipping the heavens to worshipping ancestors, the Chen clan did not have a moment of idleness.

Only Chen Tiansheng, who got up in the morning, had breakfast under the service of the maid, and practiced swords in the courtyard, and all the busyness of Qingyang Houfu seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Chen Tiansheng put down the sword in his hand and put the long sword into the sheath.

The maid came to urge again, saying that the Chen clan gathering was about to start, and asked Chen Tiansheng to participate. The Chen clan gathers once a year, and on this day, Chen Xiuhong, who is the patriarch and Qingyang Hou, will reward and encourage the talented young people in the clan.

Teenagers are urged to be motivated.

However, Chen Tiansheng had no intention of participating in the Chen clan gathering, so he took the cloak handed over by the maid and draped it on his body, and with a little footstep, the figure had disappeared into the courtyard.

In the dark and brightly lit night of Qingyang City, Chen Tiansheng hid a handsome face under the wide brim of his cloak.

A pair of feet flew fast, stepped on the snow, and walked lightly, leaving only a shallow footprint. Chen Tiansheng, who came out of Qingyang Houfu, bought a few catties of cooked food, weighed a can of fine Huadiao wine, and set foot on the way out of the city.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the city defense is tighter, and on the streets, several lines of Qinglin guards, armed with cold guns, constantly patrol back and forth, and the tall and majestic city gate is even more confined.

Chen Tiansheng came to the city wall, took out several meteor shuttle needles from the storage bag, raised his hand, and several shuttle needles were nailed into the wall one by one.

This city wall is dozens of zhang high, like a cliff, there is no place to focus, even Chen Tiansheng, who is extraordinary, cannot jump up.

Chen Tiansheng's figure flashed, his body had already jumped up, jumping to a height of more than ten zhang, his toes were a little on the shuttle needle piercing the wall, and his body borrowed strength again, and in this way, he jumped onto the city wall dozens of zhang high.

The figure flashed, and he jumped down from the castle tower again.

The figure was like smoke, quickly disappearing into the night. A gray-clothed figure appeared on the city tower, glanced at the place where Chen Tiansheng disappeared with a little meaning, and said secretly, it was him.

Chen Tiansheng's figure turned into a gray shadow and swept in the direction of the outside of the city.

Out of the city, he stepped on a fast horse, which was a dragon horse, running like the wind, traveling thousands of miles a day.

I ran for a distance of 100 miles, and came to a place that made Chen Tiansheng feel depressed, and after not coming for several months, the cemetery was covered with a thick layer of snow.

Chen Tiansheng jumped off the dragon horse, tied the dragon horse aside, and walked straight to the cemetery.

The snow was white, and the entire tomb was covered in a snow-white color, which appeared to be a bright color under the clear moonlight.

Chen Tiansheng raised a palm, and the palm rushed out, and the gentle palm wind whistled by, blowing away the snow on the grave, revealing the bald grave, which looked a little abrupt in the moonlight.

There was a sense of connection on the stele, the material of this stele was rather strange, Chen Tiansheng had never heard of a material that could accommodate the soul god.

There was a hint of warmth on the stele, which made Chen Tiansheng's heart warm suddenly.

The man's kindness to him was too great for him to repay. With some sadness, Chen Tiansheng took out the cooked food and Huadiao wine he had bought earlier in the city from his storage bag.

And he set up three wine cups in front of the grave, and filled them with wine, one to the grave, and one to the stele, and one in his hand, and drank it all.

Only then did he say: "It's been so long, I dare to go out to see you, mother, crazy uncle, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, give you a glass of wine." In a few days, I will go to the imperial city of the Central Plains, and I will not dare to forget the hatred in my heart for a moment, and on the day I return, I will let her head fall to the ground. ”

Saying that, Chen Tiansheng drank another cup of himself, and his mind wandered.

The young Chen Tiansheng thought a lot, he had been suppressed all the time, and some emotions in his heart could not be released.

Speaking of which, Chen Tiansheng pulled out the long sword behind his back, and the long sword came out of the sheath, although there was no edge, but under the background of the moonlight, the cold light ingested.

The long sword holds up the sword flowers, in addition to the "Three Styles of the Brute Sword", Chen Tiansheng has also seen many other swordsmanship, at the moment it is just for the sake of dancing the sword, his heart is empty, he doesn't think about everything, and he doesn't care about the rules of the swordsmanship, he thinks of how to make a sword in his heart, and how to move.

The sword light was agitated, and the snow was flying.

One of the figures came and went, how lonely and frightened, Chen Tiansheng at this moment was lonely, and his sword was also lonely.

The sword light is getting faster and faster, and when it reaches a certain limit, there is a feeling that people can't understand, like "Three Styles of Wild Swords", and it is out of "Three Styles of Wild Swords".

The sound of boom echoed and raged in the night sky.

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As soon as the New Year passed, the Qingyang Houfu had to put the affairs of the Holy Martial Academy on the agenda.

After all, it was Lord Li's personal involvement, and even the four major capitals did not dare to slack off. The list of people going to the Holy Martial Academy He Yuanqing had already been decided, and more than half of the Tianjiao of Qingyang County was nominated and included in the list of the Holy Martial Academy.

There were a total of thirty-two people in the group, standing in the martial arts academy of Qingyang Houfu.

This time, led by Qingyang Hou Chen Xiuhong's personal guards, to the Central Plains Imperial City, although these young Tianjiao are talented, but the level of martial arts is not high, the distance of this trip is hundreds of thousands of miles, even if the red-blooded divine horse of Qingyang County runs at full speed, it will take several months.

There were too many dangers in the meantime, and Qingyang County did not dare to take this risk. So Chen Xiuhong had to be careful, in addition to shooting half of his silver armor guards, he also let four hidden guards go on the road together.

At the beginning of the new year, thirty-two people, in the snowy season, embarked on the road to the imperial city of the Central Plains.