Winter has quietly arrived, and heavy snow has blown to wrap the majestic Songshan Mountain tightly. A lonely peak at the northern foot of Songshan Mountain, there is a hole in the heart of the lonely peak that no one can reach, although the outside has counted nine cold days, but the inside is still warm like spring.

Xiao Zhouhou was dressed in white, sat on the futon and looked up, watching Ling Kun leap across the mountains, rushing towards the peak at an arrow speed.

Finally, the former unreachable peak stood at Ling Kun's feet, and he couldn't hide the joy in his heart, this lonely peak could no longer trap him.

"Hey, you're still too slow after all."

Ling Kun was startled, and suddenly saw Xiao Zhouhou, who was dressed in white like snow, standing in the snow on the peak. He asked in amazement, "When did you come up?" ”

Xiao Zhouhou didn't answer his question, this was not a problem for her at all, she stared at the distant Yongxi Mausoleum under the mountain, and said quietly: "It's a pity, such a good light skill was ruined by you." ”

"Ahem, that's a bit too much, I'm not bad at it, after all, I've only been studying for half a year." Ling Kun was unconvinced.

"It's the same if you study for ten years, your comprehension of light skills is already very good, the problem is that your internal skills are too poor, and your follow-up is weak."

"You can't compare me to you, you're a fairy, no one can compare. My current strength has definitely surpassed that of the White Lotus Sect, the Eastern Sect Master. ”

"What about Gu Qingcheng, if you meet him again, are you sure to beat him?" Xiao Zhou asked.

Ling Kun lowered his head and said, "You can't beat it, you can definitely run it." ”

Xiao Zhou gave him a blank look, and the white long sleeves suddenly flew up and attacked his front door.

Ling Kun was shocked, there was a cliff behind him, if he was beaten, even if he couldn't die, he would have to peel off his skin, so he hurriedly retreated and squatted forward slightly, his right hand pointed forward, and his left hand supported his right hand, which was actually a shooting action.

What the hell is this, a kid playing house?

However, what was unexpected was that a white light shot out of the muzzle-like two fingers, knocking back the long sleeves that Xiao Zhouhou threw over.

Xiao Zhou later withdrew the long sleeve, and the other sleeve immediately attacked with an even more aggressive momentum. Ling Kun took another step back, his posture in his hand remained unchanged, and he fired another shot, barely blocking Xiao Zhouhou's move.

Xiao Zhou was furious, stretched out his white jade-like palm, and slapped his face door with one palm, Ling Kun still resisted in his original posture.

This was the only trick he had learned from the Pangu Eight Swords. Although there are only eight swords in Pangu, they are all-encompassing, and the moves are as you like, and they are inexhaustible. However, Ling Kun only comprehended such a move.

The reason why he was able to learn this trick was because he was inspired by the shooting of later generations and suddenly learned it with a comprehension.

Xiao Zhouhou said helplessly: "You can't change your position?" ”

Ling Kun spread his hands and said, "You know, I will make such a move." ”

"I know you're going to make such a move, but the Pangu Eight Swords don't have a fixed posture, as long as you can send the sword, it's fine? There's no need to use such an ugly pose, right? ”

"Yes, I know that, but it doesn't work if I change my position." Ling Kun smiled helplessly.

"Hey, how can I trust my daughter to you like this?" Xiao Zhouhou sighed.

"That's pretty much it, I'm not greedy." Ling Kun said disappreciatively.

"Hmph, I'm afraid there's something out there that attracts you more, right?" Xiao Zhouhou snorted coldly.

"Can I go out then?" Ling Kun asked.

"It's your freedom to go out, and I can't control it." Xiao Zhou said.

Ling Kun was overjoyed, rubbed his hands and said, "Okay, I'll go out tomorrow, there has been no news for half a year, and I don't know if Mingyue is in a hurry." ”

Thinking that he was going to go out of this lonely mountain the next day, Ling Kun was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, which was really rare for Ling Kun.

Early the next morning, Xiao Zhouhou still made porridge, steamed buns, and side dishes for him, because he had to separate, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

"Senior Zhou, aren't you going out?" Ling Kun asked.

Xiao Zhouhou shook his head and said: "I didn't go out, I used to be anxious to go out, just to see him again, but I didn't expect to go out with great difficulty, but he died." It's good now, and you can see him when you go up the mountain. ”

"But you still have a daughter, don't you want to know her?" Ling Kun asked.

"It's not time yet, you go first, don't say anything about me to Mingyue, when fate comes, we will recognize each other."

Ling Kun nodded and ate in a hurry, so that Xiao Zhou could say goodbye later.

The heavy armor he wore when he came was not suitable to wear anymore, so he could only leave in a set of tattered monk's robes.

Jump off the pool, quickly find the hole, drill through it and enter the other side of the pool, and then quickly float up and drill out of the water. Looking up at the towering cliff, I couldn't help but feel a sigh in my heart.

Xiao Zhouhou looked at Ling Kun's departing back, and couldn't help but shed a string of tears, she wiped it gently, jumped on the soles of her feet, and leaped up like a sharp sword, and in an instant she was already standing on the peak.

In the mountain stream on the other side of the peak, a figure sometimes leaps vertically and horizontally, sometimes grabs the gap in the cliff wall to rest, and finally reaches the summit and goes down the mountain.

Xiao Zhou saw that Ling Kun had come down the mountain safely, so he gently brushed away the snow on a rock, sat on it, and looked at the Yongxi Mausoleum below with both hands on his cheeks. Heavy snow covers the high mausoleum, blending in with the mountain peaks, as if the distance is much closer.

Ling Kun wore a thin and shabby monk's robe and went down Songshan, as if he had escaped from Mount Tai last year, he was also penniless, and he couldn't go to the village or the store.

What's more critical is that last year, it was summer to go down to Mount Tai, and now it is winter under Mount Song. Even if he is strong in martial arts, he is also cold enough. Where are I going to get some clothes and wrap up?