As soon as he said go, he bowed three times to Wen Yi's tombstone, said goodbye softly, and then jumped up, all the way up, and climbed towards the cliff. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The cliffs of the Tien Shan Mountains are different from the cliffs of Ah Long and other high mountains, and the other cliffs are either full of trees or rocky rocks, and no matter how bad they are, they are also bare mud.

However, the cliffs of this Tianshan Mountain are all smooth ice cliffs, and sometimes there is not even a protrusion to settle down.

Although this precipitous cliff was difficult for Meng Qingzhi, it was also quite reluctant, he staggered all the way, and finally approached the ice cave, but he was stunned to find that the protruding stone outside the cave was gone.

Meng Qingzhi clearly remembered that outside the cave of the Cold Ice Cave, there was a protruding stone of about two or three feet, which could be used for the two of them to settle down.

But it was obviously close at hand, but as far as the eye could see, he couldn't see the stone, could it be that the light was too weak, Meng Qingzhi approached the position of the stone, stroked it back and forth, and confirmed that it was correct, this was a bare ice wall, how could there be any stones.

But Meng Qingzhi has an amazing memory since he was a child, and he will never forget it, but all those who practice martial arts in the Northern Sect must first memorize the heart method, and only if the heart method is memorized backwards, the master will teach people moves. And the mental method of the Northern Sect, Meng Qingzhi only read it once and remembered it in his heart, so he directly skipped this step when practicing martial arts, and it was very easy to teach Meng Qingzhi's kung fu, basically Jun Yan only needed to say the key points once, so there was no need to point out repeatedly, Meng Qingzhi always kept it in mind, and then slowly pondered it by himself.

Such a memory is amazing, thinking that back then, the young Meng Qingzhi had no foundation, but even if it was the unpredictable Lian's footwork, Meng Qingzhi watched Lian Feihan practice a few times, and he could come out according to the mold.

Therefore, Meng Qingzhi can be sure that the location of the ice cave will never be mistaken, even the terrain around the cave is clear to Meng Qingzhi, where there is a dead branch, where there is an icicle, where there are stones, where there are cone thorns, Meng Qingzhi remembers it clearly.

Now, however, the most illustrious stone has literally disappeared into thin air.

Meng Qingzhi was curious, he crouched down on the position of the stone, at this time that position was just a slippery ice wall, Meng Qingzhi aimed at the ice wall and raised a fist, smashing it the ice wall.

Seeing that the ice wall was cracking, Meng Qingzhi continued to exert his efforts, and the hole in the cliff became bigger and bigger, but he never saw the mystery, and smashed open the outer ice wall, and inside was a solid stone.

Meng Qingzhi smashed and smashed, but in addition to stones, it was still stones, Meng Qingzhi put his ear close to the cliff, knocked carefully, and the sound was dull, indicating that this was not a hollow at all, but a solid mountain, so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, not like there was any secret cave.

But Meng Qingzhi clearly remembered that the Cold Ice Cave was clearly in this location, but now it disappeared and could no longer be found.

However, it is not surprising that if the famous ice cave on the dignified rivers and lakes is so easily presented in the middle of the mountain, then wouldn't anyone on the rivers and lakes be able to run to the inside to cultivate, and there is no mystery at all.

Although his heart is strange, Meng Qingzhi no longer delves into it, since it is a secret cave in the Western Desert, there must be its mystery, since he is fortunate to enter the cave to peep, he will treasure this memory in his heart.

Returning to the foot of the mountain, sitting in front of Wen Yi's grave, looking at the falling night sky, Meng Qingzhi suddenly felt sorry.

It seems that he said excessive things to Xin Yao today, hurting her.

People always reflect after they lose, Meng Qingzhi regretted a little, why did he always not know how to cherish, he didn't know how to cherish Wen Yi before, and now he doesn't know how to cherish Xin Yao.

Xin Yao didn't report it, she had her own reasons, and Xin Yao's starting point was all for Meng Qingzhi, with good intentions, but Meng Qingzhi spoke coldly to her.

Today, Xin Yao took the initiative to call Wen Yi her sister, and matched Meng Qingzhi to recognize Wen Yi, that is, Xin Yao had taken the initiative to agree to Meng Qingzhi and was willing to recognize Meng Qingzhi?

Thinking of this, the haze in Meng Qing's heart dissipated a lot, and when it was dawn, he would definitely find Xin Yao and apologize sincerely, I only hoped that Xin Yao would not have a grudge in his heart, and the two could get back together.

When the sky was bright, the night gradually faded, and the entire Tianshan Mountains were hazy, like wrapped in a layer of silver-gray light veil, slowly breaking the dawn.

Between the valleys of the Tianshan Mountains, it is still very quiet, and when the first rays of morning light shine through the mist, the foot of the Tianshan Mountains is like a sleepy baby, unwilling to wake up. Immediately afterward, the colorful morning glow shines in, shining on the crystal snow and ice, reflecting a soft light.

Ling Jinyun held the long sword high, sometimes stabbing lightly, sometimes picking flat, he didn't care about wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and began to practice the Guyue Sword Technique hard before dawn.

"When stabbing straight, pay attention to a fast, ruthless, and accurate, just like this, aim ahead, don't squint, quickly stab straight, no matter what kind of copper wall is in front of it, and penetrate it through." At this time, the person who was directing the kung fu next to Ling Jinyun was the henchman of the Ancient Moon Sect Leader Ling Zhuo, Feiyu.

Except for the seven Holy Masters of the Ancient Moon Sect, Flying Fish's kung fu can be regarded as one of the best.

Since Ling Jinyun killed his wife Ma Ying and the traitor Song She, he changed his previous laziness and began to practice diligently.

Seeing this, Sect Leader Ling Zhuo was quite pleased, Ling Jinyun, a nephew, had finally made progress, as long as he had the heart to practice, he would become a great weapon in the future, so when Ling Jinyun was the hardest, Ling Zhuo specially sent Feiyu over to guard Ling Jinyun to practice together. With the guidance of the flying fish, Ling Jinyun got twice the result with half the effort.

"Flying Fish Protector, this move is Tiancheng, I have practiced it more than a hundred times, why do you still let me practice this trick repeatedly?" Ling Jinyun began to practice Yueping Tiancheng's straight stab from dawn, stabbing again and again, but before he was satisfied with Feiyu, Feiyu has been correcting Ling Jinyun, and there are always imperfect movements.

"Young Master Jin Yun, in fact, you have already learned the Guyue Sword Technique, but you are not proficient in it, I specially singled out the areas where you are not proficient, you practice repeatedly, and when your Guyue Sword Technique is practiced to the point of perfection, the sect leader will teach you the Lingyun Sword Technique." Feiyu patiently explained, not forgetting to encourage and curry favor with Ling Jinyun, after all, Ling Jinyun was the grandson of Ling Jue, the Four Holy Masters of the Guyue Family, and Ling Zhuo, the leader of the Guyue Sect, also valued Ling Jinyun, a nephew.

If it was changed to before, Feiyu pointed out Ling Jinyun's shortcomings a little, Ling Jinyun would lose his temper and play with his temperament, now it is different from the past, now Ling Jinyun is a lot more humble, humbly accepts Feiyu's teachings, and practices swordsmanship diligently to make up for the shortcomings of the past.

"Okay, thank you for the Flying Fish Protector, watch me swing the sword three hundred, I must practice it extremely fast, extremely ruthless, and extremely accurate." Ling Jinyun held the long sword in his hand, stared at the front without squinting, and stabbed straight out according to the point of the flying fish, and finally practiced the most accurate and ruthless move.