His conjecture is not such a strange content, but it is a bit of a middle school feeling that he will not meet a set, internal strength and mental method or something.

After all, the internal skills in martial arts novels are like this, a bunch of incomprehensible Chinese medicine terms, and then follow the practice, there will be internal force in the body like flatulence back and forth, and finally become a top master.

However, during the period after Jiang Chen joined the Immortal Cultivation Brigade, he was really hit hard, which made him realize that reality is always much more skinny than ideal.

Let's start from the beginning, for example, I picked up an animal that claimed to be a divine beast, but it turned out to be someone else's contract beast, and I didn't sign a contract with myself at all, and I would only wait for death on weekdays, and I also blocked a knife for the enemy at a critical time.

And then refining the body, shouldn't it be according to the advanced exercises to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, or take an elixir or something, and as a result, running long distances with weights every day, I don't know what benefits it is for cultivating immortals, and it is true that the appearance is becoming more and more philosophical.

Let's draw a talisman, he painted a golden light, but the lighting effect is just good-looking, but in the end, because the talisman is too ugly, he is famous in Boyang Academy.

Call a guardian spirit, this self is really awesome, and he actually called out Xie Qiye, but this Xie Qiye didn't listen to his call at all, and he was not a man he could control single-handedly, oh no, male ghost.

Oh yes, also, let's just say that the Shilaozi weapon he chose, when he got his hands on it in the early stage, various settings showed that this must be a peerless weapon, but when it came out, it became a defective product without a blade, and the only time he successfully injured someone was eight feet, and he never used it normally after that.

So this time, he kept his expectations to a minimum.

Who knows if it's a compilation work that is casually practiced by a senior immortal cultivator who is obsessed with carving......

However, he still contacted Charlotte and carefully photographed his Qiankun ring to the other party at 360 degrees.

Charlotte deserves to call herself a cultivator, and asked many questions about this Qiankunhuan like a curious baby, Jiang Chen answered them one by one, and the other party was obviously amazed, quite a bit of a research in the laboratory.

Sure enough, this is the difference between the essence of thinking between a practitioner and a soulless.

repeatedly told the other party not to disclose the relevant information of the Qiankun ring to the paleographic researchers, and the other party was full of promises, so he went offline to study.

On this day, until Jiang Chen fell asleep, he didn't wait for Jingyu to come back, so when the other party called him to get up on time the next day to exercise in the morning, he wondered if this person hadn't slept at all.

......

Sunday is still a morning class, and the afternoon is a break.

Jiang Chen came to Zhang Baihui's thatched house as promised.

Eight feet looks much better than yesterday, breathing steadily, and his heartbeat is very even and powerful, but I don't know why, I haven't woken up.

"It has something to do with the weapon that hurt it. Regarding this matter, Zhang Baihui only explained this sentence.

Jiang Chen didn't plan to confess to Zhang Baihui about the fact that he had hurt Xiaoba. But he was really worried about Xiaoba's body, and he also had many questions to ask him, so he asked, "How long will you be in a coma?"

Who knew that the other party shook his head: "I don't know, wait, I'll wake up sooner or later." ”

He didn't have a choice, he didn't know anything about these, but fortunately, Xiaoba's basic safety here in Zhang Baihui was guaranteed.

"Come on. Zhang Baihui didn't worry about eight feet, he just walked out, and Jiang Chen hurriedly followed.

But the man went up the mountain.

Walking further up from his residence, the temperature is getting lower and lower, the altitude is getting higher and higher, and there are even perennial snow-covered ground, and boundless bleak coniferous woods, although Jiang Chen does not feel cold because of the use of "spirit" to refine his body, but his breathing gradually has a slight suffocation of the plateau.

Zhang Baihui took care of his speed at first, but then he walked faster and faster, and he slowly felt the difficulty following behind.

The mountains here have almost not been developed by humans, and naturally there are no artificially carved mountain roads, and the only winding path should be stepped out by Zhang Baihui, but it is also covered with snow and is very vaguely unclear.

Before he reached twenty minutes, he was a little out of breath because of the lack of oxygen and a lot of physical exertion, but the other party did not mean to stop and give him a rest, if he couldn't keep up, he had no doubt that he would not be able to find the other party in just a moment.

Who knows if this eccentric teacher will leave him alone, so although he is tired, he also tries to keep up, but fortunately, he has the endurance training of daily morning exercises, and finally persevered.

It's amazing to say, in this way, in the late stage, it seems that the whole person is transparent, breathing is getting smoother and smoother, and the legs that are sore because of climbing the high steps are becoming lighter.

I don't know when it started, Jiang Chen was able to keep up with Zhang Baihui's speed without any effort, and even felt that there was a thin layer of sweat on his body, and his identity was comfortable.

The "spirit" in the body seems to be constantly circulating in the body and nature with one's own breathing, and the feeling of depletion of the "spirit" that would occur after a slightly longer period of refining the body in the past is completely absent at this time, and it seems that the body has formed a wonderful state of balance.

Zhang Baihui walked in front, observing his state with his eyes, and every time he saw him follow, he would increase his speed, and finally almost floated quickly towards the mountain.

Jiang Chen may not have realized that if ordinary people saw the two of them floating on the steep mountain peaks like ghosts, they would be shocked and their jaws dropped.

I don't know how long they walked like this, but the two finally stopped.

This is a clearing in the middle of nowhere, the altitude should already be very high, although Jiang Chen does not feel cold, but his five fingers are still red, on the other hand, Zhang Baihui has nothing to do, as if he has never climbed such a high mountain.

"It's here. The other party took off the hat on his head, and the mountain wind blew his half-length hair a little messy, obviously the face of an ordinary uncle, but he showed a bit of the attitude of a master outside the world.

"Look at this place," he said, pointing to a steep mountain wall nearby, "there is snow here all year round, and it is a sunny peak, and the snow is frosty and icy, and if you are not careful, it is easy to form snow pushing the mountain." ”

Jiang Chen was still admiring the crystal reflection of the afternoon sun on the snow, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill when he heard the other party's words.

He knows very well what a mountain snow is.

His father was a freelance photographer who traveled the world almost all year round, and often climbed mountains and went to the sea, which gave him a deep understanding of the dangers of mountains and seas from an early age.

The so-called mountain snow is an avalanche. The avalanche, which was quiet and beautiful a moment ago, was like a monstrous white wave in an instant, devouring countless lives, and it was really only possible to see itself buried, but nothing could be done.

This is one of the most desperate natural disasters humanity has ever faced.

What did Zhang Baihui mean by telling him this? He was just a beginner in cultivation, and he couldn't do this at all, at most, he could run faster than ordinary people, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't run an avalanche......

The other party saw that he was staring at him and did not speak, nor did he care, but continued:

"You're here, practicing. ”

"What are you practicing?" Jiang Chen asked reflexively. Needless to say, I practiced my fighting skills, but I was afraid that if I spoke loudly, my life would be in danger.

"Last time you said you had a musical instrument. Zhang Baihui seemed completely unaware of the danger: "Just practice here." ”

Jiang Chen: "......"

This is really nonsense, I'm afraid that if I haven't become stronger, I will be taught to death by this teacher first.

But before he could open his mouth to object, the other party suddenly raised his head and sang a trumpet to the sky.

His movements came so suddenly that Jiang Chen didn't even have time to react.

It's still the song that the other party sang when he came down from the mountain in the last class:

"Bear the Tianshan Mountains - the ghosts are close -"

"I'm most afraid of wind and snow - people are chilling-"

His voice was imposing, not suppressed at all, and even louder than when Jiang Chen first saw him.

This horn is sung very rhythmically and very pleasantly, but Jiang Chen's heart is hanging higher and higher.

As he sang every trumpet, he only felt that the air around him was a little colder, and in the end it was all frozen and it was difficult to breathe.

"A Thousand Swords—Slay the Dragon—"

"Kill the dragon—pick the flowers—"

The last lyric had just spoken, and I didn't know if it was a hallucination, but I felt an extremely slight tremor on the ground under my feet.

Jiang Chen was shocked, staring at the hillside that Zhang Baihui had pointed out to him before, and faintly, in a snow-white dazzling reflection, it seemed that a few snow marks were torn apart!