After returning to Yunyou Peak, Xiaochen has been staying on the edge of the cliff, as before, Xuantian Dao and Qingchen Jue cycle cultivation, although he can't see his cultivation status, but he can also clearly feel that his cultivation is slowly increasing point by point, Xiaochen thinks about it, it is not far from breaking through the Qi refining period. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After going to Youzhuju with Huang Cheng to meet Master Xuanyou Zhenren without success, he told Xiaochen that next time he went again, he would call Xiaochen again, this time, most of the month had passed, Xiaochen did not leave the cliff, nor did he wait for Huang Cheng to come to him, and he didn't think too much about it, after all, he was determined to be alone.

During this time, in addition to cultivating the indispensable inner cultivation method, Xiaochen was also practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Technique he had just obtained and the Fire Deficiency Technique he had learned before.

Ten Thousand Sword Technique is a magical power of the five elements of metal, cultivated to the extreme, able to summon thousands of metallic spiritual power sword light attacks, not to say that it is necessary to be a person with metallic spiritual power to cultivate, but the monk of the same kind of spiritual power will be easier to cultivate, and the power will be a little greater, and these problems have not appeared in Xiaochen, in the cultivation process of Ten Thousand Sword Technique, whether it is practice or power, Xiaochen has not encountered too many difficulties, half a month of practice, although it is still far from being able to integrate and penetrate, But Xiaochen has already been able to use this magic power preliminarily.

As Xiaochen in the Qi refining period, the amount of spiritual power in his body is not much more than that of other monks who are also in the Qi refining period, and the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, along with the method of cultivation, was written down by Xiaochen, and there are some explanations about this technique, and the seniors of the master clearly mentioned in it that this technique can be cultivated to the late stage of fetal development, and it is a rare spell that can grow, and the full strength of the Qi refining period can summon up to a hundred sword light attacks, but it will exhaust the spiritual power.

But after Xiaochen's personal experience, he found that although he can't summon a hundred sword lights now, the summoning of dozens of sword lights seems to be easy for him, even if he repeats it ten times, it won't consume his spiritual power, and he also found that after using the fire deficiency, and then using the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, each sword light is a little brighter, and the power will be much stronger, which gives Xiaochen a comfort, making him feel that at least when he chooses the exercises, the starting point is correct.

At midnight, Xiaochen sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff alone, he closed his eyes, please be indifferent, if there is a halo flashing around him, at this moment Xiaochen is practicing the Qingchen Jue Gong, and at this moment, he is unaware, the gray sky that has been hazy for a long time, finally can't help but sprinkle ice chips, goose feather-like snow drifting down from the sky, one after another, it didn't take long for Xiaochen to turn white, not only that, his eyebrows, shoulders and legs are slowly covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Xiaochen seemed to not know, sitting motionless, just like that, one / night, in the snow, quietly passed, the next day at dawn, most of the Xuanqing Mountains, have become a world covered in silver, and the majestic mountains in the distance are like huge wax statues.

The entire Yunyou Peak, naturally without exception, was dressed in snow, on a cliff protruding boulder, but in this early morning there was a snowman sitting on the ground, this is naturally Xiaochen who has been cultivating for a night, at this moment, the snow has completely covered his head, his eyes, and every corner of his body.

The hour is almost the same, Xiaochen opened his eyes at the end of work, and what he saw was a piece of white haze, it turned out that what he saw when he opened his eyes was snow, the snow that wrapped him, Xiaochen shook his head, this move, the snow on his head slipped down one after another, and some fell along his neckline and fell to the vest, Xiaochen jumped up excitedly, and all the snow on his body slipped down, and a world full of white appeared in his eyes.

Xiaochen leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow, pinched it hard, and a handful of snowflakes turned into a small snowball, and then he casually threw it at the big tree that had fallen leaves in the distance, the snowball hit the trunk, the small snowball with Xiaochen's huge force, although it was torn apart when it hit the trunk, it also made a big tree shake, and a large piece of snow on the dead branches fell.

Xiaochen held his right hand with his left hand, touched the lower handle with his right hand, and tapped one foot on the ground, a thoughtful look, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the sky has stopped, and a series of footprints appeared on the snow, looking along the footprints, you can see from the back that the person who left the traces is a woman, she is wearing a cloak, a circle of fur covers her neck and half of her head, this woman is walking towards the edge of the cliff where Xiaochen is at this time, leaving a series of footprints behind her.

When the woman walked through the woods and came to the edge of the cliff, her eyes were fixed, and she was a little surprised, this woman was naturally Huang Cheng.

She saw a young man in a Taoist robe, carefully sticking a branch into a snowman, like a raised hand.

And in the open space on the edge of the entire cliff, there are a lot of snowmen, these snowmen are in different shapes, although Huang Cheng can't recognize them, but it doesn't prevent her from seeing that some of the things represented by snowmen, such as two small ones with a few big yellow leaves behind them, this must be the brothers and sisters of the anti-cangtian, and there are others, Huang Cheng can't recognize them.

At this time, Xiaochen also found Huang Cheng, only to see him run to the side of the tree, pick up a handful of snowflakes, pinch them into snowballs, and throw them at Huang Cheng.

"Dead rabbit, you're looking for death." Huang Cheng hugged Xiao Hei, stunned for a moment, the snowball fell on her head, this snowball Xiaochen didn't have the strength to pinch, nor did she throw it hard, and when she touched Huang Cheng, she immediately scattered, and she was covered with snowflakes.

"Joke, when didn't I look for death." Xiaochen clasped his hands and said proudly.

Hearing this, Huang Cheng ripped off the cloak on his body, put Xiao Hei on the cloak, bent down and picked up a large handful of snow, pinched it into a snowball, and smashed it towards Xiaochen.

The monk was not afraid of the ordinary winter cold, but Huang Cheng put on a big cloak, thinking that she just wanted to echo the outside weather, she used the method of the imperial envoy flying sword to control the snowball, how Ren Xiaochen dodged, and in the end he could not escape.

When Xiaochen pulled the collar and shook off the snow, he said: "You can still use spells in snowball fights, do you want to be so reckless, you are only allowed to use your hands if you have the ability." ”

"You don't have the skills to use spells, do you? I was bullied. Huang Cheng said disdainfully.

Subsequently, Xiaochen and Huang Cheng were like mortal companions, and had a snowball fight in the snow, the only difference was that Xiaochen could only hold the snow in his hand and throw it out in a snowball, while Huang Cheng was on his side every time he waved his sleeves, he would bring up a large snowflake to completely cover Xiaochen, Xiao Hei stayed in place honestly at first, and it didn't take long for him to run up to the snow, but fortunately, the snow here was taken away by Xiaochen A lot of snowmen, and he stepped on it many times, otherwise I am afraid that Xiao Hei will be flooded by snow as soon as he leaves the cloak, just half an hour, Xiaochen doesn't know how many times he's been buried.

"Rabbit, why did you go to Xuanqing Mountain to cultivate?" Huang Cheng sat on the cloak he had just removed with his knees crossed, while Xiao Hei was lying on her shoulder, and as he spoke, white gas came out of the air.

"Because of dreams." Xiaochen lay on the side, panting and grinning.

"And what about your relatives?" Huang Cheng then asked.

Then he only heard Xiaochen's gasp, but he didn't speak, Huang Cheng turned his head sideways to look at Xiaochen, between which he closed his eyes, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "In the Cuizhuhai, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in front of me." ”

Huang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then opened her mouth, a little surprised, she had heard Xiaochen say before that he had a master, in the Cuizhu Sea, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was the place where he lived for many years before coming to Yunyoufeng, where he thought it was against the sky, and he mentioned to him where Cang Jinyun and the old gangster were located, and in front of him, there was only one person.

"Rabbit, you ......" Huang Cheng didn't know what to say for a while.

"One day, I will leave here, go through my life alone, to seek my avenue, you know my secret, I am the one who was chosen by the Qing Ying Pearl, I bear the curse of God, and I will die at any time, it is not surprising, but I can't be ruthless and draw a line with everything now, I am still a person who is not free and easy, you are the people who have been by my side for the longest time, the promise I can give you is to never hurt." After Xiaochen finished speaking, he sighed and got up and walked to the hut.