Although the winter of Yiyang City is not as good as Shuofangyuan's wind knife cutting bones, after all, it is Yanzhou in the north, and there is still no lack of cold under the warm sun. A few days ago, the first snow was ushered in, and the shore of Jingpo Lake was covered in silver, only the lake water, reflecting the clouds and birds in the sky, as if there was another world.

The weather is not yet cold enough to freeze the surface of the lake, but a thin crust of ice has condensed in the circle near the shore, which will shatter to a crystal light with a slight knock.

"Squeak ~ Ya Ya ~ " A small boat rowed out of the south shore, the bow of the boat chiseled through the ice, and the stern cracked all the way to the dog's teeth. Meng Yiwei covered her mouth and warmed her hands, and continued to paddle towards the center of the lake.

"Little master, what kind of class is this?" Qin Boji put on a sheep's fur in his arms, looked at the lonely boat on the cold lake, and asked the grass monk next to him who had changed into a white monk's robe.

"Of course it's an appointment!" Monk Xiaocao replied lightly, but his hands could not hide a trace of solemnity.

"Go to the appointment, the one who invited you is a little martial arts immortal! The little master's 'Xiwei' is spoken, but other people's 'Xiwei' is practiced, how can you fight?" Qin Boji was a little anxious.

"I don't know, but how did the master ever do something meaningless? Or rather, when he intended to do something, why couldn't he do it?

"Uh......" Qin Boji was stunned, feeling that it seemed to be reasonable, but after all, the little master had never practiced martial arts, and he used his mortal body to fight against the ability of immortals, what could he understand?

There are not a few people who are as contradictory as Qin Boji, what the little master usually says and does, what he speaks and teaches, and what he cultivates and reads are all "shocking" things.

However, how can a little immortal of martial arts be a big road commodity? Otherwise, how can he be worthy of the "two words" of immortals? It is rumored that a certain real person will cut off the river with one finger, a certain high-roller will enter the sea to cut Jiao, or a certain sword god will break a thousand armors in one style, although it is true or false, it is also the prestige of a martial arts saint.

Those who enter the martial arts can "dial the elephant" in the body, enter the "Han Xu", and break the "Xi Wei", which is for the little immortals. Different from the Taoist Dazhen who aims to rise and fall into the world to seek eternal life, it is also different from the Buddhist Donkey Kong who is bent on avoiding the mountain gate to seek bliss, and the Daze Dragon Python who enters the sainthood with martial arts.

Today, the little master of the academy will fight the little gods of the rivers and lakes, there are many people along the shores of Jingpo Lake, and the small building boxes near the lake in the back street of the academy have long been booked.

"Isn't it a little too showy?" Meng Yiwei thought to herself, let go of the wood pulp in her hand, and raised the corner of her eyes to see the expressions of the "officials" clearly. There are delicate girls who are excitedly sipping melon seeds, there are brocade-robed scribes who are sipping fragrant tea, there are high-rollers who unruly pour wine jars, and there are graceful old women who squint silently and take a nap, of course, there are many acquaintances in the academy, scholars in groups of three or two, martial arts students in four or five small gatherings, and their three cheap disciples seem to have come early to wait.

At this time, there was a slight north wind, pushing the small boat to stop the pulp and continue to float slowly towards the center of the lake, Meng Yiwei stood up with a bamboo pole, the bamboo pole nodded to the bottom of the boat, and pointed to the sky.

"It's coming!" Bai Shaoxian, who was standing by the lake, wrinkled his nose, like a tiger smelling blood, and whispered behind him. Bai Qiyue suddenly came to his senses, pulling Qiongzi and tiptoeing excitedly. Feng Chime comforted Xi Chao, who was clutching the corners of his clothes, "Wait and see, our son-in-law is crying that sullen ugly fairy!"

"Boom... Qiang...", like a heavy hammer smashed into a leather drum, and like a sword blade rubbing through a copper sheath, with a piercing long sound in the thickness. I saw a majestic figure, stepping on the thin ice shell on the north shore towards the center of the lake, landing on the drum sound, raising the foot is the sound of the sword, but there is not a trace of crack on the ice shell that I walked through. The visitors gradually came to the edge of the ice shell, which was still a short distance from the center of the lake. Looking at the boat that was already waiting in the middle of the lake, he crushed down with his left foot, and pushed forward, and the ice shell under his feet shattered into palm-sized ice chips, and then moved all the way forward, the first piece was still at his feet, and the first piece had floated to the center of the lake, and the ice flakes stopped, so he no longer delayed, and raised his feet to step on this ice floe path.

"Little Master, I'm here!" stepped on the ice chips, and the later big man arched his hand, and was a little surprised that he was late.

"It's okay!" Meng Yiwei waved his hand and asked, "Your name is Wen Chou?"

"Yes, my name is Wen Chou. ”

"The 'ugliness' of 'Zi Chou Yin'?"

"Uhhhh

"I know!" Meng Yiwei nodded, and said slowly, "You're the first, oh, no, it's the second, the first one is still recuperating, right?"

The ice flakes under the big man's feet dropped a few inches, and the lake soaked the upper of his shoes. After being silent for a long time, the big man said, "This time, I'm just here to ask for advice!" After speaking, he paused, and emphasized, "Well, it's just to ask for advice, this time I have the final say!"

Meng Yiwei was a little surprised by the simplicity of this little fairy, the coldness in the corners of his eyes was a little milder, and his voice was a little cheerful, with a bit of banter, "Oh?

"Please do it first, or I don't know how to fight?" The big man choked out a sentence, which made Meng Yiwei really embarrassed, too, this little fairy on the other side is a real little fairy, and his **mortal body is really like this thin ice on the lake!

Self-deprecation is self-deprecation, this cause and effect has to be continued, solved, otherwise it will drag on, annoy, and be even worse. Meng Yiwei lifted the bamboo pole, stretched the lower end of the bamboo pole out of the side of the boat, dipped it into the lake water, and then really closed his eyes.

"Hum..."It is as if the gods of heaven are fluctuating the strings, and the bamboo pole immersed in the lake water is the center of the circle, and the circle of vibrations seems to spread out in all directions. The oscillation formed tangible ripples in the lake, undulating the ice road of the gods, and jolting the lonely boat of mortals. The oscillation created an invisible air flow in the air, blowing away the morning mist on the lake and shaking off the dew on the shore.

On the Heart Island, Meng Xiaohua crossed Erlang's legs, and was swallowing smoke to the extreme, when suddenly her body trembled, her brows suddenly furrowed, she closed her eyes and was silent for a moment, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of playfulness, "Good boy, you have learned this!"

The white-haired old woman under the morning bell and the white-eyed old man under the twilight drum shook their heads helplessly at this time, "It's just a pervert!"

At this time, on Jingpo Lake, after the shock, the wind and waves were calm, and Wen Chou was still standing firmly on the floating ice chips, but his heart was shocked. He felt that the lake under his feet seemed to have life, and the droplets were spinning, condensing, and boiling. The invisible water has a shape at this time, 100 million drops of lake water gather into 10 million armor-piercing arrows, 100 million drops of lake water turn into a million cloud-piercing halberds, 100 million drops of lake water condense into 100,000 iron wildebeests, and 100 million drops of lake water become 10,000 giant chariots.

The visitors by the lake are a little inexplicable, one is the famous academy master, the other is the transcendent little fairy of the rivers and lakes, one is standing on the lake, the other is standing on the boat, not speaking, not moving, what are you doing?

Although Qin Boji had not entered the first grade, he had also seen some ways with his original method of observing qi, and he hesitantly asked the little monk beside him, "Is this the Wood Spirit God?"

The little monk stared at the straight and thin figure on the lonely boat in the middle of the lake, and then sighed and said, "It should be called the Water Spirit God! My master!" After listening to the words of the little monk, Qin Boji couldn't speak.

"What is Childe doing? Standing face to face with that ugly person, standing longer than anyone?" muttered to the wind chime, and was twisted off the back of his hand.

"Sick cat, what's the situation?" said July also asked Bai Shaoxian in a low voice

The ugly tiger sniffed the air, "I don't know the specifics, but it's so murderous!"

"Whose murderous spirit?" Qiongzi wondered

"Little Master's murderous aura!" Mei Yuanyuan took over, "Do you remember what Little Master said?"

"Which sentence, which sentence?"

"It's the sentence 'all the martial arts are one enemy, and the one is the enemy of ten thousand'!"

Hearing this, Bai Shaoxian was indifferent, and he couldn't help but be moved.

Everyone chose to be at the southern foot of a hill by the lake, which has a wide view and can look out over the entire lake, which is a good place to watch the battle.

On the top of the hill behind stood a sword-wielding man in ancient costumes and a high crown, who was about to turn and leave. "Order me to come and raid the formation for the little master? Master, isn't this an extra move! Those two on the lake, who is a mortal and who is an immortal, is it really uncertain?"

In the middle of the lake, Wen Chou stepped on the ice floe, retreated ten feet, and stabilized his body, and asked as if frightened and hesitant, "Celestial?"

Meng Yiwei still stood in a lonely boat, just inserted the bamboo pole a few inches into the water, and replied, "I am a mortal, you are a god!" After speaking, armor-piercing arrows, cloud-piercing halberds, iron wildebeest horses, and giant chariots came out from under the surface of the lake.