New Year's Eleven.

Yang Zhen faced the cold wind and continued northward, from 8:00 in the morning until 12 o'clock in the evening before going offline. Only went offline at noon and evening to have lunch, dinner, and pee.

On the way, he passed through a small city, but he did not enter the city, but only left step by step from outside the city.

On the twelfth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Zhen continued to face the cold wind to the north, and his work and rest time was basically the same as the previous day, and he went offline at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. On the way, we didn't see a single city, and only passed through two small villages with a few families.

On this day, he did not enter the two villages, but walked away from the edge of the villages in the snow in the wilderness.

The thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth ...... of the New Year

For seven days in a row, Yang Zhen didn't do anything in the game, just faced the cold wind, walked step by step on the icy and snowy wasteland of the northern country, passing through cities and villages.

But he only entered the cities or villages when he needed dry food and spirits.

Other times, he passed far outside the cities and villages.

For the first few days, you could see a city or a village almost every day. But from the fifth day onwards, for two days in a row, Yang Zhen had not seen any more villages, let alone the city.

In the ice and snow, not even a pedestrian can be seen again.

But Yang Zhen didn't care.

Walking in the ice and snow along the way, his mind became more and more clear, and his mind has been experiencing the power of the cold wind in the ice and snow world.

For seven days, sometimes it snowed heavily, sometimes lightly, and occasionally there was no snow, but there was still a biting cold wind, and he didn't care.

The devastation of the body by the wind and snow in the outside world was regarded by him as a kind of arduous practice.

He wants to break through the current bottleneck of Fengshen's legs, and he doesn't want to be defeated or even killed by anyone again.

Therefore, the colder his body became, the more he tried to experience the biting cold wind blowing on his body and face, even if his body was trembling and his face was blue, he gritted his teeth and insisted on continuing to move forward step by step.

Only when you can't hold on anymore do you change into dry clothes.

In the seven days he had traveled, he had gone three times to buy clothes in the cities he had passed.

The clothes he bought were getting thicker and thicker, but he still insisted on not buying a leather cloak to protect him from the wind and snow.

He wants to continue to experience the feeling of wind and snow blowing on his body.

Seven days of single-minded hard realization, so that he already has a hazy feeling of the power of the cold wind, that feeling seems to be within reach, as if he can say it with a mouth.

But when you think about it, you can't catch it.

After getting off the line on the seventh night, after Yang Zhen washed up, he didn't go to sleep immediately like a few days ago, although it was already more than twelve o'clock in the night, he still lit a cigarette, sat silently on the head of the bed and smoked, his brows were deeply locked, and he quietly thought about a way.

After seven days in a row, he still didn't really understand anything, which made him decide to change the way he realized.

He is now in a race against time.

The longer the delay, the higher and higher the martial arts of Princess Mononoke and the Djinn God Interception Dust, and the possibility that he will be found by Princess Mononoke and Interception Dust will also increase.

After smoking a cigarette, he finally thought of a new way.

When he entered the game early the next morning, when he was in the ice and snow world, Yang Zhen changed the way he traveled step by step in the previous seven days, but suddenly performed the first form of the wind god's legs - chasing the wind and catching shadows.

The wind god leg is not for attacking, but the purest footwork and body method.

The secret of "Wind God Legs" says that this style is practiced to the peak, and the speed is as fast as a meteor, and Nie Feng practiced this style to the peak back then, and the speed is so fast that almost no one can match it.

Originally, the cold wind blowing on his body and face was already biting, but now he used this style of chasing the wind with all his might, Yang Zhen suddenly felt that the biting cold wind had all turned into a knife that cut flesh and deboned the bones, and in just a moment, his face under the black gold mask was frozen and stiff.

But in order to comprehend the power of the wind more quickly and practice this style of chasing wind and shadows to the extreme faster, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

1 day, 2 days, 3 days, 5 days, 7 days, 9 days......

Nine days passed, and the hazy feeling in Yang Zhen's heart became clearer and clearer.

It seems that it is only a piece of translucent tissue paper, and it can only be pierced with a light touch of one finger, but it always lacks the last bit of feeling, and it can't grasp the clearer and clearer feeling in my heart for five days.

On the tenth day, when passing a snow-covered peak, Yang Zhen hesitated at the foot of the mountain for a few minutes, and then climbed to the top step by step.

Then he sat there cross-legged, facing the direction of the cold wind.

There was no shelter on the top of the snow peak, and the wind and snow were bigger and more biting, but Yang Zhen was sitting cross-legged in the ice and snow, his eyes half-open and half-closed, staring at the oncoming cold wind and goose-feathered snowflakes.

If it weren't for the fact that his internal strength was getting deeper and deeper, and he was already able to barely maintain his body temperature, he would have frozen himself to death long ago.

This meditation is three days.

Every morning at 8:00 a.m. until 12 p.m.

Yang Zhen remained motionless, sitting cross-legged in the snow like a snowman, and let the snowflakes turn him into a snowman, and he didn't move.

On his head and body, a thick layer of snow had already fallen.

If it weren't for the body temperature on his face, I'm afraid his face would have been covered with ice and snow.

In the middle of the night on the third day, the cold wind gradually became stronger, and when the time came to more than 11:20 in the middle of the night, the cold wind blowing towards Yang Zhen was already as cold as a knife, whistling and whimpering, like a group of ghosts crossing the border.

The snowflakes are also getting bigger.

His eyes really couldn't stay open, so Yang Zhen could only slowly close his eyes.

When his eyes were completely closed and it was completely dark in front of him, Yang Zhen's consciousness seemed extraordinarily clear.

The cold wind whistling and raging outside his body, and the snowflakes that kept blowing on his face with the cold wind, all seemed so clear.

Gradually, Yang Zhen's mind sank deeper and deeper, and a dimly lit empty space gradually appeared in his heart, and a long-legged figure with a black and gold mask was slowly performing his Wind God Leg Technique.

Over and over again.

The speed at which the Black Shadow unleashed the Wind God's legs was getting faster and faster.

Gradually, I don't know how long the time has passed, a cold wind blew around the black shadow, and countless paper-like snowflakes blew towards him in the cold wind.

The black shadow was in the heavy wind and snow, but his legs were getting more and more fierce and fast.

Gradually, the black shadow's legs intertwined into a leg net, and the wind and snow that were blowing at him were all blocked by the leg net formed by his legs.

Time is still ticking.

The black shadow's leg skills are fierce and fast, and the speed is still slowly improving.

Gradually, the leg nets intertwined by his legs became thinner and thinner, and the wind and snow that were blocked out penetrated again.

However, it was clear that his legs were getting faster and denser.

When the shadow of his legs was impermeable, the wind and snow that blew on him blew through without hindrance.

It was as if the shadows of his legs were all illusions, and there was no blocking effect.

The black shadow was still selflessly performing the six-style leg technique of the Wind God Leg over and over again.

Gradually, something magical happened.

The wind and snow that blew through his legs without hindrance gradually decreased, and if you looked closely, you could see that more and more wind and snow began to gather around the black shadow's legs.

A long time passed, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, and all the wind and snow that blew on the shadow surrounded the shadow's legs.

"Boom!"

The shadow's thick, long right leg suddenly slammed into the ground.

But when he heard a thunderclap-like click, the earth under his right foot burst into a crack that could not be seen as far as the eye could see.

This scene was instantly frozen in Yang Zhen's mental space, and then this scene slowly dissipated in his mental space.

Yang Zhen's consciousness slowly withdrew from the mental space, and his eyes slowly opened.

The wind and snow in front of me have stopped, and even the darkness of the night has passed, and the world in the field of vision is still icy and snowy, but the sun is slowly rising, and the light is shining.

"Ding! Congratulations to the Proud Heavenly Demon God, you have comprehended the true meaning of the cold wind, please continue to work hard to achieve more true meanings. ”

Suddenly, a tone sounded in my ears that was different from anything I had ever heard before.

Actually suggesting that he has comprehended the true meaning of the cold wind?

But there is still no prompt tone for the promotion of the wind god legs.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Yang Zhen, who was expressionless, slowly stood up from the ice and snow, and this thought flowed through his heart.

What you want to comprehend, you have already understood.

The next thing to do is to do all the things that the black shadow in the mind space has done.

It was only a matter of time before the Wind God Leg was promoted to the realm of perfection.

Although there is no more evidence, Yang Zhen still has this realization in his heart.