From then on, next to the large green bamboo, the rest of the people were still the same. On the top of the holy mountain, it has gradually become a place for Junyue's ascension.

In fact, Su Luo didn't want Qian Yu to go to the top of the mountain, but the place in front of her cave was the place with the highest lightning hit rate, and the top of the mountain was less, which was not suitable for Qian Yu's cultivation, so she separated the two apprentices.

Moreover, she found that Jun Yue, who was cultivating on the top of the mountain, had a much faster cultivation speed, and she seemed to be able to only loosen the bottleneck when he was dancing the sword.

This made her feel very interesting, and occasionally walked gently to his side when Jun Yue was practicing selflessness, feeling the faint mint fragrance, which provoked her cultivation stuck in the bottleneck.

A few months passed, and Jun Yue, who was cultivating on the top of the mountain, finally made a breakthrough and cultivated to enter the second layer of the condensation vein. And he is working harder and harder, practicing more and more under the gaze of his master.

It's another year, Jun Yue is practicing swords on the top of the peak alone, Su Luo is guiding Qianyu on the mountainside, Jun Yue is practicing and practicing in front of him is a white expanse, he suddenly can't see the surroundings, heaven and earth, even the sword with a physical sense in his hand is white.

He stood quietly in the snow with his sword in hand, the cold wind blowing his white robe, blowing away the messy strands of hair on his forehead, blowing red on his delicate nose and soft lips.

He was stunned for a while, then closed his eyes, held the sword in his hand and followed his heart, at this time he seemed to feel the emptiness between heaven and earth, felt the infinity of the universe, felt the wind that he usually couldn't see or touch at his fingertips, the tip of the sword beating, singing a beautiful song.

Su Luo instructed Qianyu on the mountainside for four months, he practiced at the top of the mountain with his eyes closed for four months, and when he was hungry, he took out a pill of Bigu Dan from the bottle and put it in his mouth, swallowed it and continued to practice.

Don't walk, don't sleep, don't move.

The sword in his hand never stopped.

His hands stiffened, and he trembled and held his sword motionless, waiting until his hands regained some vitality before continuing.

His sword was held heavily, and it fell from between his fingers at once, and he fell into the snow with a "pop-" and remained motionless, and when his body had some strength, he bent down to pick it up again, held it in his hand and continued to practice.

Later, his entire body was buried in snow, and even the sword in his hand became as cold as snow and as stiff as ice.

When Su Luo came to the top of the mountain again, he saw his stubborn apprentice who was going to die.

Strength is dead, never stopping.

Su Luo stood on the snow, sighed, the gentle spiritual power spread out, the snow covering Jun Yue's body gradually melted, Jun Yue, who was not wrapped in ice and snow, suddenly softened, and her body fell to the side, Su Luo stretched out her left hand and gently supported his body, and hugged him into her arms.

She stretched out her right hand, picked Jun Yue up, stepped on the purple sword that flashed with thunder and lightning, and turned into a streamer of light.

In the paradise that the cave has never let outsiders set foot in, Su Luo pounded the herbs with an expressionless face, and on the grass next to him lay Junyue, who had a handsome face but no blood.

Su Luo poured out the medicinal juice, put Jun Yue's head on his lap, pinched his lips with her left hand, and held a bowl of fragrant medicinal juice close to his mouth with her right hand and poured it in.

It's a pity.

Jun Yue's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the medicinal juice had just been poured in and flowed out, and it was also dyed green with Su Luo's light purple skirt.

She narrowed her narrow phoenix eyes, and a hint of disgust flashed in her silver-gray eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid was her apprentice, she would have thrown him away.