After Feng Lonely left, Yuan Yang's heart suddenly felt empty, and for a while, it was so empty, she suddenly wanted to find something to stuff herself.

Yuan Yang didn't know how he felt, he couldn't tell this feeling, obviously how resentful he was about Feng Lin before, not only did they oppose each other in the camp, but he also took away the secret that she regarded as a family heirloom, obviously she regarded him as a sad person, but why was there some faint sadness about his departure now?

Jumping down from the Yunsheng sword, Yuan Yang held the Yunsheng Sword with a faint blue light in his hand, this sword, there is the breath left by the silence, although he stepped on the back of Yuan Yang, as light as a feather, but after all, there were traces of him.

Yuan Yang sighed lightly, the emotions of copying have been difficult to calm down, she put away the Yunsheng sword, put it on her back, and looked back at the morning light on the horizon, seeing that the sun was about to rise, Feng Silence left not long ago, but with the speed of his flight, now, it is estimated that he has returned to the city of winged hope.

Yuan Yang suddenly wanted to know what Feng Jing was doing now, but the next moment she immediately shook her head and said, "Don't think like that!" Yuanyang, you don't practice well for a day, how can you be so cranky? ”

Her heart was beating fast, and she closed her eyes, and she didn't know how long it took for her mood to slowly calm down. Walking to the edge of Ziyi Cliff, looking at the layers of fog and the cold wind blowing, Yuan Yang's mind finally felt a little relaxed.

At this time, Yuan Yang's mind suddenly recalled what Xiao Qingyu had said to her.

"When you can resist the sword, go to the bottom of the cliff to find me, and at that time, maybe I'll give you something."

This sentence echoed in his ears again, and Yuan Yang could no longer suppress his curiosity about the bottom of the cliff, so he immediately sacrificed the Yunsheng Sword and stepped on it quickly.

Yuan Yang's swordsmanship is not very proficient, but it is not difficult to get the sword to the bottom of the Ziyi Cliff, just be vigilant and manipulate the spiritual power well.

In addition, the faint melancholy that Feng Lonely brought to Yuan Yang after he left still lingered in his heart, and Yuan Yang also wanted to find a place to relieve his boredom.

The morning light has arrived, the breeze gusts, stepping on the Yunsheng sword, and Yuan Yang slowly flew to the bottom of the Ziyi Cliff. The clouds were thick, and he felt that his eyes were blurry, but he still slowly flew down the bottom of the cliff.

"It's just dawn, and I don't know if Uncle has gotten up?" Yuan Yang muttered to himself.

I don't know how long Edgeworth has been flying, Yuan Yang feels a little tired, but he still can't see the bottom of the cliff, thinking back to Xiao Qingyu's words that day, he said that he can get to the bottom of the cliff only after he can make Edgeworth, I think it must be because the foot is too far, if it is walking, it will take a lot of time.

Fortunately, I can resist the sword now, otherwise I don't know when I will be able to get to the bottom of the cliff. Yuan Yang took a deep breath, although the speed of the flight was not fast, although Yuan Yang gradually became tired, she still continued to insist on concentrating on flying.

She really wanted to explore the bottom of the cliff, first, to see what the situation was at the bottom of the cliff, and secondly, to visit Xiao Qingyu, a senior who had only one side with her, but Yuan Yang felt very kind. Perhaps, because both of them live in this Ziyi Cliff, even if one person is at the top of the cliff and one person is at the bottom of the cliff.

I don't know how long it took for Yuan Yang to step on the ground at the bottom of the cliff safely.

The bottom of the cliff was still cloudy and mist, and the wind was gusting, blowing her clothes and agitation, she put away the Yunsheng sword and looked around at the bottom of the huge cliff.

After walking more than ten steps, Yuan Yang raised his eyes and saw a bamboo forest in front of him, with thick layers of snow on the bamboo forest, and Yuan Yang stepped on the road covered with snow, only hearing the creaking sound. The bottom of the cliff is too wide, and every step he takes, he can clearly hear his footsteps echoing everywhere, and it takes a long time to stop.

The bamboo forest in the snow is depressed and lonely, and the scenery here is a little lifeless, cold and deserted, which makes people feel sad when they see it.

Yuan Yang walked through the bamboo forest and stepped on a wooden bridge, under the wooden bridge, the flowing water was no more, replaced by layers of heavy ice, it was too cold here, I thought that the top of Ziyi Cliff was the coldest, but I didn't expect that the bottom of this cliff was ten times colder than the bottom of that cliff.

Yuan Yang's body was shivering with cold, her teeth were fighting, remembering that she had learned the art of the imperial sword, Yuan Yang couldn't help but think in her heart, "If you know the art of the imperial sword, does it mean that you have reached the realm of the imperial treasure?" Yuan Yang couldn't understand that if she reached the realm of imperial treasures, Yuan Li would definitely resist the wind and cold for her body, but right now, she still felt cold.

Standing on the wooden bridge, Yuan Yang raised his head and saw that the wooden bridge led to a bamboo house, which was surrounded by fences, and thick ice was formed on all sides, and the bamboo house looked like an igloo.

Since there is a house, then there will be a master who lives in it.

Yuan Yang thought so, and immediately went forward, did not take a few steps, only to hear the door "creak" was opened, and a white-haired man gradually walked out of the room, he looked handsome, but in his thirties, when Yuan Yang's figure came into his eyes, in a trance, Yuan Yang found that he was a little happy.

"Uncle!"

Seeing Xiao Qingyu, Yuan Yang called loudly, and then ran to the bamboo house.

"Xiaoyang, you're finally here." Xiao Qingyu smiled, reached out and gently stroked Yang Yang's head.

Feeling Xiao Qingyu's kind eyebrows, Yuan Yang's heart warmed slightly, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I finally learned the art of the sword, I remember that day the uncle didn't let me go down the cliff, and I had to learn the art of the sword before I could come down." ”

Xiao Qingyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled faintly, "I said this, so do you know the intention of saying this today?" ”

Yuan Yang nodded again and again, and said: "Yes, I know the uncle's intentions, the road leading from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the cliff is winding, and there are many small roads, if you walk, I will lose my way if I don't know the road." Learn to keep flying to the bottom of the cliff, and you won't be afraid to get lost or anything. ”

Xiao Qingyu snorted, his tone was very gentle, and said, "It's good to understand, come in, it's really cold outside, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the cold." ”

Yuan Yang froze so that his little face was red, Xiao Qingyu had already seen it in his eyes, and after Yuan Yang entered the house, Xiao Qingyu casually lit a pot of charcoal and let Yuan Yang gather around the fire.

"Uncle, what do you think I am in now?" Yuan Yang urgently wondered if he was in the early stages of the Imperial Treasure.

Xiao Qingyu was slightly stunned, and after staring at Yuan Yang for a long time, he said, "You have just broken through the psychic realm now, and you are entering the early stage of the imperial treasure." ”

"Really?" Yuan Yang was overjoyed, and his voice involuntarily became higher.

Xiao Qingyu bowed his head and smiled very kindly, he always gave Yuan Yang a warm and cordial feeling.

"But ......" Yuan Yang frowned, constantly recalling what Ji Yeli and Zhang Daoqing had said before, not that the imperial treasure could withstand the wind and cold in the early days, why is it still so afraid of the cold like ordinary people now?

Xiao Qingyu saw that Yuan Yang was thinking about things, so he asked gently, "Is there anything that Xiao Yang can't think through?" Can you tell my uncle about it? ”

Yuan Yang bowed his head, raised his head, and said to Xiao Qingyu blankly: "Uncle, is it possible to rely on Yuan Li to resist the cold in the early stage of the Imperial Treasure, and then you don't need to wear such thick clothes?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Qingyu noticed that Yuan Yang was wearing a heavy suit, "You are very afraid of the cold?" Xiao Qingyu frowned slightly and asked.

Yuan Yang nodded and said, "Master said that people who cultivate the truth should rely on Yuan Li to drive away the cold, at least in the early stage of the Imperial Treasure, and now that they have entered the early stage of the Imperial Treasure, why do they feel even colder?" ”

Xiao Qingyu pondered for a moment, his eyes a little uncertain. Yuan Yang looked at the bulky cloak, took it off immediately, and said, "If you wear less in winter, it will be much easier to move." ”

"According to common sense, your current cultivation shouldn't feel cold, why ......" Xiao Qingyu paused, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Could it be that you have a special physique?" But I can't see why you are physique, am I really old? Eyes are spent......"

Yuan Yang didn't understand very well, and put the cloak on the table next to her, and it was at this moment that the jade pendant she hung around her neck slipped out, and the jade pendant was seen by Xiao Qingyu, and his body was shocked, and he immediately pulled Yuan Yang's arm and asked, "Where did this jade pendant come from?" ”