Zhang Mingxin was in the lake and washed for a long time.

The sticky things on his body were all over his body, Zhang Ming thought to himself, how could it be that overnight, his body was very dirty, that is, the clothes, before entering the lake, they were formed into hard lumps. After washing his body, seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Mingxin took off his clothes again, rubbed them vigorously, and then put them on.

Finally, after sunrise, Zhang Mingxin even took his shoes and washed them by the lake. All his clothes were dripping with water.

He got up and looked at the chains, and then looked at the sunrise, and bowed to the mountain of burial swords, and lit incense where the chains were buried, and ran to the mountain.

The hour is urgent, if you climb the chain, not like yesterday, you will not be able to go up the mountain, and you will not be able to go into the mountain to cut wood.

The boy didn't know that yesterday was already a month ago.

Zhang Mingxin didn't realize that if it was before, it was necessary to climb this iron chain.

After a month, Zhang Ming's mind seemed to be different from before, and he thought more clearly.

In the mountains and forests, Zhang Mingxin looked for the place where he had cut the wood before, and a white shadow was already waiting here.

The young man smiled, looked at the little beast under the claws of the white fox, and licked his lips.

"You are a spirit, I will be two days in the future, where did you hunt this little beast, I'm afraid it stinks."

The young man looked at the little beast, but the blood was congealing, and it was so fresh. The boy laughed again, got up and looked for some firewood that was normally dry, that is, to light the fire, to skin it, to bleed, and to see the little beast set up and roast it.

After finishing his work, he asked the white fox who had been squatting and watching beside him: "There are no insects and beasts here, where did you hunt?" I don't have any spices on me, so I'm going to roast it. ”

The white fox howled, as if in response. Zhang Mingxin only smiled, knowing that the white fox couldn't answer, and when he answered, he didn't know, touching the white fox, but thinking in his heart, tomorrow, I'm afraid that I will take the poisonous mushrooms, spices and kitchen knives hidden in the stone house with me. This black sword peeled the skin, but it was a waste of effort.

One person and one fox, roasted animal meat, although it is tasteless, it is also eaten cleanly.

The white fox wiped his mouth with his paws, squatting still still, with a pair of black eyes, full of satisfaction and intoxication, still staring at Zhang Mingxin.

Zhang Mingxin got up and walked towards the fallen wood, his face was stunned, the wood had already dried and twisted.

"The time has passed." Zhang Mingxin turned around and walked towards the endless tree that had been cut in the past.

Gaze at it, don't close your eyes again, the will of the sixth senior brother is imprinted in my heart.

After a while, the wood grain was clear, Zhang Mingxin looked for the difference between the joints, and the black sword slashed hard.

The black sword went into the wood, and the small hole was cut.

Zhang Ming's heart was surprised, and he became happy, and instantly calmed down again.

The wood grain is still visible! If you don't close your eyes before, you will lose your eyes!

Zhang Mingxin's sword rose and fell, and a muffled sound echoed between the mountains and forests.

The white fox squatted and looked at Zhang Mingxin's eyes, full of doubts, and after a while, he was already distracted, looking stupid......

In the middle of the day, Zhang Mingxin returned, and he did not carry endless wood on his back.

The incomplete wood only cut out a hole of more than an inch, and it was not broken, and Zhang Mingxin was extremely satisfied.

After returning to the stone house, looking at the place where he was lying on the ground, red, black, white and yellow mixed with fishy smell, Zhang Mingxin took an iron sword, dug a layer of pure soil in the distance, and began to chop wood again.

Wait for the master to shout: "Hold firewood!" Zhang Mingxin smiled, ran to the wooden silk stack, squatted down and picked up the endless wooden silk, suddenly stunned, stroked the wooden silk, and gently called "Sixth Senior Brother" to send the firewood in.

"Gas!" The master shouted coldly again, but he didn't pour wine into his mouth.

Zhang Mingxin dug up the black object in the jar, then concentrated on his heart, listened and watched, and stood firmly.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming's heart and body moved his hand, and he slapped towards a pipe mouth, and a stream of white gas erupted before his hand arrived, and Zhang Mingxin's face was burned with pain.

"Slow!" Zhang Ming's heart was condensed again, and his heart was quieter.

In the stone house, the figure of the young man flashed between the white air and white mist, and from time to time, the old man shouted and scolded.

The daily practice of the disciples of the Drunken Sect is to chop wood, chop wood, and block qi, and it is at night that they cultivate the Taishang Xuanyuan Jue.

The young man is used to it, this is not the life of a god, nor is it like a cultivator.

It's just a way of cultivating the way, which kind of way of cultivating the way is the right way? What kind of cultivation method will be able to be cultivated?

Zhang Mingxin closed his eyes in the night, put his hands on his knees, and began to refine his qi.

The Tao is natural, the law of cultivation, which is stronger and which is weak, just as you like.

Zhang Ming's heart carried the magic trick, but in his heart, he saw that the past was different.

When the turbid qi entered the body, it burned in the body instantly, but when it entered the body, it was dispersed by the seven seven-colored light balls in the body.

From the periphery of the light ball, a little bit of aura of various colors is emitted, and the turbidity is slowly crushed, and then, through operation, into the five internal organs, and in the meridians of the body, the turbidity has been turned into seven colors, into the dantian.

The seven-colored aura followed its own path and returned to the ball of light, but it did not blend in, and penetrated inside.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and the meridians of his body were comfortable, and he did not feel the burning pain of the past.

Without opening his eyes, the young man used his mental sense to look inward, trying his best to look at the seven-colored ball of light in his body.

The seven-colored ball of light was scattered in the internal organs, just like the white self that Zhang Mingxin had seen before was pierced by countless swords.

The heart has passed, and I can no longer see the white myself, I can only feel that the outermost ball of light, the aura is entangled, and inside the ball of light, there are countless strange-shaped lightsabers, and inside the ball of light, there is a group of light that cannot be seen clearly.

Zhang Mingxin tried to use the Seven Xuanxin Method to luck again, between the balls of light, the qi of the dantian was the first to qi, but the ball of light did not move, but the lightsaber inserted on the ball trembled slightly.

Zhang Mingxin smiled, but he ignored it, and if he didn't understand, he didn't understand!

There is a ball of light in the body, if it is a bad thing, it is not necessarily, at least tonight's cultivation, except for the pain at the beginning, the ball of light helps to disperse the turbidity, and when it is running again, it is just for comfort, and there is no pain, and the cultivation is much more comfortable.

Continue to cultivate, when the turbid qi enters the body, the seven-colored aura comes out first, first disperses the turbid qi, mixes, and then enters the body, this time, it is the burning sensation that enters the body, and it gradually disappears......

Cultivating as a teenager until the sun rises.

The boy opened his eyes and looked ahead, slightly stunned, and his heart hurt.

The person who was supposed to sit opposite the boy and cultivate is finally gone.

Standing, took things, thought about it, brought a firewood knife and poisonous mushrooms and spices, and went to climb the burial sword mountain, eight hundred zhang fell into the lake, climbed the incense, and entered the mountain.

Walking to yesterday's place, Zhang Mingxin looked at the white fox holding the little beast in his mouth, and smiled happily: "Aren't you a senior brother, lured in, accompany me......

The sun and moon of a cultivator are always repeated, and there is always not so much difference, climbing mountains, chopping wood, chopping wood, steaming wine, and cultivating, day after day, always making people forget how many days have passed.

The boy was chopping wood, not exhausting the wood segments, and under the swing of the young man's black sword, it was first divided into two, then four, and then eight.

The black sword slowed down, the sword track was weird, and a trace of wood fell from the split endless wood.

The old man came out of the hut, threw the young man a long sackcloth robe, and shouted, "Change, come in with firewood." ”

The young man looked at the clothes on his body, and smiled innocently, the animal skin clothes were already short, like children's clothes.

The young man changed his clothes, although he was not a disciple of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, but he was also considered to be in good shape. He turned around and took the firewood and entered the stone house.

The old man turned around, looked at the fire in the gossip furnace lightly, and after a long time, a sentence burst out of his mouth: "From tomorrow, the wine will be sent to the sect once a month." ”

"Don't say much, don't make trouble." The old man's waist seemed to be more bent, his hair was messy, and the clothes on his body were dirtier and dirtier, and the fire in the stove was dancing in the old man's cloudy eyes. ”

The young man was blocking the curved pipe jet, and when he heard the words, he was suddenly stunned, and a flame erupted, and the young man turned his head sideways, as if he had narrowly avoided it. Turning his head to look at the old man's indifferent appearance, his hands and feet were non-stop, still blocking the curved pipe and the gas of the stove: "Master, as you said, why don't I send it blindfolded, listen to someone, give it at will, and come back?" Otherwise, you should send it, I'll be happy to be idle. ”

The old man looked sideways, looked at Zhang Mingxin fixedly, stretched out his left hand to his mouth, opened his mouth to bite the thing in his hand, poured another sip of wine, and said expressionlessly: "Go back early, catch a few more little beasts on the road, smoke and dry, and keep them." ”

The young man smiled on his face, blocked a few mist places, kept his eyes off the old man, and said strangely: "On that day, Master, didn't you say, don't eat, don't eat, just drink?" ”

The old man turned his head and looked at the stove, his eyes flashing: "If you return empty-handed, your feet will be broken!" ”

The young man shook his head, and the two didn't speak again, but the young man remembered the old days, the only time he entered the sect to send wine, and the one who sent wine with him, the eldest brother.

……

Seven Xuanzong, Thousand Pillars.

One hand touched the crystal pillar, thoughtful.

After a long time, he turned around and walked towards a place in the sect, and his body made a knocking sound from time to time, and after a few steps, he disappeared into the smoke and clouds.

Liuyue Peak, Yingyue Xuan.

"The wine has been put in the warehouse, and the usual large jars of medicinal wine are stacked in one place. Uncle Shi used a small purple jar. The young man lowered his head and said, holding up several white jars in his hands, "This is Senior Brother Six, when you leave, tell Senior Sister Liu to give it to you." ”

The woman in front of the young man, her body suffocated, and slowly reached out to take it.

"If there is no other need, I will go out of the peak to Fu Sect to deliver wine."

The boy turned and was about to leave.

The woman was dressed in purple, with a pretty face and apricot eyes, which was more beautiful and graceful than the young man had seen before, but the sadness in the woman's eyes was not daring to look at it.

"For two years, he never returned?" Liu Feixu asked faintly.

The boy stopped, just shaking his head.

"You're also old, go out of the peak."

"Hmm." The young man answered, and said, "Every month from now on, I will bring you the wine he cooked." ”

After speaking, the young man lowered his head and walked down the peak. When I got to the sixth platform, I couldn't help but take a peek.

The platform was empty, and there were no disciples cultivating on it.

But the boy stopped, because a palm reached under his face.

Zhang Mingxin looked up, but saw a woman with a strange face, raised her eyebrows and smiled, turned her head lightly, and asked in a strange tone: "What are you looking at, didn't you lose your heart or lungs, I'll help you find it?" ”

Listening to the voice, Zhang Mingxin finally recognized who the woman was.

Liuyue Feng teased his senior brother and helped his woman on the Burial Sword Mountain.

"No, I didn't look for anything, the scenery in this peak is good, take a look around." Zhang Mingxin saw his acquaintance, remembered something again, his face was slightly red, and he lowered his head again.

When the medicine was used up that day, he kept the porcelain vase and returned it to the woman in the future, but he forgot to bring it today, and said hesitantly: "The porcelain vase...... I forgot to bring it, I'll ...... next time."

The woman was stunned for a moment, withdrew her outstretched hand, curled it in her hair, frowned slightly, and pouted: "What porcelain bottle, I want to ask you, where is my wine?" ”

Zhang Mingxin raised his head, his face was stunned, "Wine? ”

"I helped you that day, and gave you medicine to heal your wounds, your valley of Chinese medicine and wine is excellent, if you don't bring me a can, it is half a pot, and it can be regarded as repaying the favor of the day." The woman playfully continued.

"Ask for a sword, but in the past two years, you have been like your senior brother, and you have forgotten the kindness of people very quickly. But you have grown up, and the things of the past have grown with you, and you have forgotten what you used to do. ”