Since being rejected by her, An Yang has not come to the mountains to visit Liu Zhao again.

Because he completely lost the news of finding the woman who escaped, Liu Zhao no longer worries about the future. She spent all her time cultivating diligently.

Like the tranquility in the mountains, and for the sake of a pheasant every day, Liu Zhao still stayed in that valley without any intention of leaving.

In order to repair the damaged meridians, she sat in the lake with the eye of the spiritual spring all day long, slowly absorbing the primeval spiritual milk and the chaotic qi in the space.

These two kinds of aura from different periods of ancient times are perfectly fused by the soft water.

The primeval aura carefully and slowly repaired the parts of the meridians that had been corroded by the yin qi, while the chaotic qi restored the dantian that had become fragile due to the invasion of the yin qi.

Every once in a while, she and Xiaoqing would find a random flower tree on the gentle slope, one for you, and one for me to eat the fragrant petals.

After a few months of cultivation in the Roselle space, she finally repaired the damaged meridians.

This experience of fighting with the monk made Liu Zhao understand that in order to skillfully control more than 100 Ice Swords, she must have a large amount of aura and a powerful divine sense.

After the meridians were repaired, the season outside the space arrived in the coldest midwinter season in the north.

In the mountains of the northern winter, there is no shortage of snow. Because of the abundant water resources in Lingwu Mountain, almost all the winters here are spent in wind and snow.

Whenever it snowed, Liu Zhao would go to the top of the mountain that was inaccessible, control all the ice swords, and slash every piece of snow she could perceive.

In the goose feather snow, Liu Zhao's hands flew. Within ten meters of her, no snowflakes fell. The Ice Sword formed an invisible net that slashed away the falling snowflakes.

It didn't take long for Liu Zhao to stand on the ground around him and a circle without snow appeared, within ten meters, there was black land, and ten meters away, there was a white expanse.

The invisible ice wall composed of sword qi cut the black and white colors into distinction.

In this way, she tirelessly used her spiritual energy, controlling the Ice Ling Sword to slash countless times, her spiritual power gradually ran out, and her divine sense became more and more exhausted.

Finally, she stopped this state of fighting in the snow. She sat upright on the top of the mountain, the soft water running slowly, and a trace of water vapor emanating from her body.

When the water vapor meets the cold air, it becomes the snowflakes in the snow. Liu Zhao is like a part of the snow, and his body is getting lighter and lighter in this wind and snow.

As time passed, the snowflakes around her gathered more and more. The soft water never stopped, and suddenly, the snowflakes changed from flying freely to turning tracelessly. Liu Zhao was like a magnet, attracting snowflakes from all directions to fly towards her.

She seemed to be in the center of the wind and snow, and in an instant, she was wrapped in a huge snowball by the heavy snow.

The icy water aura was drawn from each snowflake, flowing down her pores and into her meridians. This aura from heaven and earth followed the trajectory of the soft water, and finally converged in Liu Zhao's dantian.

Unlike the Chaos Qi and the Ancient Spirit Milk, the pure Heaven and Earth Aura was completely pure white. This white gas was purified and refined under the action of soft water, and it had become a drop of white liquid, dripping into the deep blue pool water in the dantian.

Time seemed to have stopped, and after a long, long time, the huge snowball wrapped around Liu Zhao's body slowly shrank, and the pure white color faded little by little, leaving only the gray impurities, which fell on the snow one after another.

Liu Zhao's consciousness seemed to enter a quiet world, and she regarded herself as a part of the heavy snow, flying freely between heaven and earth with the wind on the top of the mountain.

The consciousness traveled through the crevices of the fine snowflakes, drifting over the mountains in the distance, over the barren farmland at the foot of the mountains, and over the farmer's orchard.

She saw the woman who was busy cooking at the foot of the hill where the young man who often brought her fruits and vegetables, she saw the farmer repairing the tools of the farmer next to her, and she saw the flock of chickens eating in the chicken coop.

"Gollum ......" The voice from her stomach interrupted Liu Zhao's meditation, she retracted her consciousness, looked up at the gray sky, and another day had passed.

Exercising in the wind and snow, her divine sense is getting stronger little by little, and she can already spread to a range of more than ten miles.

Stood up, patted the snowflakes on his body, stepped on the seven-colored veil, and flew towards the courtyard in the valley.

Back in the small courtyard, the smell of stewed chicken came from the kitchen, Liu Zhao quickly ran into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the steaming pot on the stove, and the fragrance of stewed pheasant came to the surface!

"Chicken again, chicken again!" Xiaoqing shuttled between the cups and bowls of the dining table, and kept complaining: "Can't you eat something else except chicken every day?" People now have hiccups that smell like! ”

Lifting the turquoise triangular snake head, it looked at the air-dried chickens hanging under the eaves of the kitchen with peppercorns and salt grains in their bellies, and angrily jumped on top of Liu Zhao's head and swallowed the red gold hairpin on her head in one gulp.

This kind of wind chicken is often made by Liu Zhao's grandmother in winter, and Liu Zhao taught it to Dahua. Wind chicken, whether boiled in soup or steamed, tastes very delicious, and it is Liu Zhao's favorite way to eat.

"If you want to eat anything else, go into the mountains to find it yourself, anyway, there must be chickens on the dining table at home now!" Liu Zhao grabbed Xiaoqing from his head, threw it on the ground, picked up the chicken paws that Dahua had prepared for a long time with his backhand, and gnawed on it.

Liu Zhao took advantage of the snowy weather in winter and stood on the top of the mountain almost every day to cultivate. She uses the scattered and irregular snowflakes to exercise her control of the Ice Sword.

She often attached her consciousness to as many snowflakes as she could, flying up and down in the wind.

Whenever she felt bored and depressed, Hu Jiu's hateful face with four eyebrows would appear in front of her eyes.

Liu Zhao thought that there was a huge gap between himself and his cultivation, so he would raise his fighting spirit and cultivate even harder.

Dahua looked at the owner, who was getting thinner and thinner because of constant exercise, and he could only dig out his heart to make various flavors of chicken supplements for Liu Zhao.

The water for the stewed chicken soup is all taken from the lake water in the Roselle space, and those flowers that can be used for medicine are also put into the dishes to replenish the consumed aura for Liu Zhao.

The quiet days passed slowly, winter turned to spring, and Liu Zhao finally decided the second turn of soft water and cultivated to the peak of perfection.

On this day, Liu Zhao once again sat on the top of the mountain where she often came, habitually spreading her senses. In the early spring sunset, the trees are quietly spitting out a little bit of tender green, and the buds of the spring flowers are already climbing all over the branches.

"Huh? What is this kid going to do? Her mind swept over the cliffs near the mountain, and she saw a boy in a middle school uniform, staring at the broken wall beneath her feet.

"It's not good, he's going to ......" Before he had time to think about it, Liu Zhao's body rose into the air and flew towards the cliff where the child was standing!