Winter goes to spring, and months pass in the blink of an eye. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the back mountain of "Tongtian Peak", there is a peculiar valley, the valley is not deep and secluded, but the scenery in it is extremely beautiful, and the style is moving.

Birdsong in the deep stream, mountain springs stirring. The empty mountains are like a new wash, and everything is restored.

Jiang Feng sat quietly on a cliff mountain on Tongtian Peak, looking at the beautiful scenery of this deep stream, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In fact, if you talk about the beautiful scenery in the mountains, where can you compare to the "Broken Sky Valley"? It's just that he didn't have the heart to appreciate these at all in the Broken Sky Valley back then, but now he sits quietly on the high cliff and looks at the deep stream, but he has a different kind of comfortable feelings.

After some emotion, Jiang Feng calmed his heart, these days, he often practiced the exercises above the "Book of Heaven" according to the instructions of his master. It's just that when practicing, you must first meditate, your mind is free of distracting thoughts, and you can't be disturbed by others, so Zhuo Bufan took him to this cliff to cultivate. After a long time, Zhuo Bufan saw that he was extremely concentrated, so he let go of a hanging heart and stopped asking him more.

It can be said that the exercises written on this "Book of Heaven" are extremely strange, which are divided into five layers: "practicing qi", "gathering spirit", "concentrating spirit", "meeting spirit" and "too void" realm. Among them, "Qi training" is easy to understand, "concentrating", "concentrating", "knowing" and "too empty" make Jiang Feng scratch his head.

Perhaps, as long as he cultivates to "practice qi", the cold poison in his body can be completely removed, but he doesn't care if he cultivates later or not. These days, he is bent on curing this strange disease as soon as possible, so that he can return to the "Imperial Sword Villa" to learn swordsmanship with Nangong Rainbow, as for the rest, he doesn't care.

It's just that it's not easy to practice this "Qi Training", it took Zhuo Bufan five years to break through this realm, and he had gone through countless dangers at that time, Zhuo Bufan was also apprehensive when he thought about it now, otherwise he wouldn't be so worried about Jiang Feng's cultivation.

However, Jiang Feng found a strange situation when he was practicing, for some reason he actually felt that there was another unusually soft true qi in his body running at will, Jiang Feng had always wanted to control this true qi well, but this true qi clashed with the masculine true qi in this "Heavenly Book" surprisingly large, and it could not be fused together at all. In the end, Jiang Feng had no choice but to give up and let this true qi flow at will.

In fact, this true qi is his heart protection qi, at the bottom of the "Broken Sky Valley", this true qi does not know how many times he has been saved, and in the cold pool, this true qi is desperate to protect the master to save his life. But in the end, it still couldn't save him from the cold and poison.

As soon as Jiang Feng calmed down, he sank into the realm of no distractions. Silently guiding the operation of this true qi, this true qi is extremely strong, making his body extremely comfortable, and there is no longer the cold feeling of the past.

I don't know how long it took, but when Jiang Feng woke up again, it was already the end of the day. The red sun hangs low, hanging on the top of the mountain in the distance, but the faint red light dyes the world red, looking at it from afar, it is extremely gorgeous.

But Jiang Feng's heart was extremely heavy, looking at the red sun, he couldn't help but think of everything three years ago, the past seemed to be a terrible nightmare that often haunted him, making him extremely painful. It's just that he never understood why everything that was originally good disappeared in an instant...... Mother, father, where are they? Gradually, there were tears quietly falling from his eyes......

He has always dared to tell Nangong Caihong and Zhuo Bufan about his parents, maybe because he was afraid, he was afraid to learn the news of his parents' death. Therefore, when he faced Nangong Rainbow and his master, he would resist this impulse, and he didn't want this faint hope to turn into despair.

At this time, a crisp and pleasant song quietly came with the spring breeze, Jiang Feng couldn't help but be stunned, this song was bright and crisp, fresh and sweet, and after listening carefully, it was extremely wonderful. Unconsciously, Jiang Feng was intoxicated by it, and the sadness that had just sprung up quietly dissipated with the singing.

In the singing, it is light and bright, as if an innocent girl is telling her feelings to this world. However, for some reason, the song suddenly turned to a faint tune, whispering like a breeze, as if it was an infatuated girl thinking of her lover in the distance, and gradually, the song turned from melancholy to sadness, like crying, and the tune was full of sadness and heartache.

Jiang Feng was infected by it, and unconsciously shed faint tears. He thought to himself, if it were me, I would never let her be so sad.

The sunset gradually set, but the song became more and more sad, resentful like a broken liver and intestines, and sad as heartbroken.

Jiang Feng stood up silently, but in his heart he wanted to see the singing girl. Looking at the secluded and deep valley in front of him, Jiang Feng showed a complicated expression.

In the end, Jiang Feng still let out a long sigh, and he was extremely helpless in his heart, and forced this thought down. This deep valley has always been a forbidden place for "Star Peak", and no one has ever gone down, if it weren't for Zhuo Bufan's intention to let him practice with peace of mind, he wouldn't have brought him to the cliff above this valley.

In the past, Zhuo Bufan had also warned him not to step into this forbidden place even half a step into the valley, otherwise he would be expelled from the sect. Therefore, he could only sit quietly on the mountain and listen to the singing, but he did not dare to go down the mountain to find the singer.

I don't know when, the song disappeared in sorrow, turning into wisps of sorrow and drifting away with the breeze.

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