One night passed, and the whole world was covered in a thick coat of silver.

Liu Tingfeng practiced swords in the courtyard covered with thick snowflakes, his body was light and elegant, like a civet cat during the leap, he did not leave any traces on the snow, and truly stepped on the snow without a trace.

The sword light flickered, sometimes fierce and fierce, whirring, sometimes light and smart, silent, and the picture was very beautiful.

After a while, there were snowflakes in the sky that began to fall sparsely, silently falling on Liu Tingfeng's head and body, the sword shadow passed everywhere, some of the snowflakes were slashed by the sword blade, and they were divided into two halves, and some were just swept away by the sword wind, and flew away.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and after Liu Tingfeng practiced a set of Tai Chi swords, he continued to practice the sword technique with the wind.

The soft and agile east wind Buddha face, the fast and fierce wind remnants, the poignant and depressed autumn wind and falling leaves, each sword is extremely skillful, as if these moves have been completely integrated into his blood, no need to think at all, dance the seven-star sword in his hand, and he can show the sword moves perfectly.

When Liu Tingfeng was cast on the frozen ground, he didn't need to control the sword intent at all, he released it arbitrarily, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in sword intent in an instant, and the falling snowflakes turned into ice almost in an instant, turning into crystal clear ice flowers, and they stayed in the air for a short time, and did not fall immediately.

The picture seems to be still at that moment, and the willow pavilion wind in white clothes seems to be integrated with the white world, only a black hair is flying in the snow shadow, which is particularly eye-catching.

The sword shadow also seemed to slow down, from light to heavy, from fast to slow, as if the small world around Liu Tingfeng had been separated from the big world by him and turned into a small world that only belonged to him, and in this small world, he was the master of the world.

All the falling snowflakes, as long as they enter this small world, they will immediately turn into crystal ice flowers, and the trajectory of their movement is no longer falling slowly, but changing with the change of sword intent.

The reason why the seven-star sword in his hand became heavy and slow was because it seemed to carry the gravity of this small world, which was a small world created by a sword, he was the master, the sword was the center of this world, and the sword shadow passed everywhere, driving this piece of heaven and earth.

Liu Tingfeng was completely in a state of selflessness, the whole person had already melted into the sword intent, all the movements were spontaneous, and there was no need to deliberately think about any moves.

This time, the frozen earth, due to the favorable time and place, reached his highest level so far, condensing a snowflake of heaven and earth, and creating an independent world.

If an enemy of cultivation stands in front of him, he will not be able to escape from this world and become the object of his slaughter.

Suddenly, the sword move turned, and a wind dance came out with the thought, and the seven-star sword in Liu Tingfeng's hand instantly transformed into thousands of sword shadows, cutting the countless ice flowers in the small world into two halves, each piece of which was incomparably even, as if it had been carefully calculated.

When the thousands of sword shadows merged into one, and Liu Tingfeng had already retracted his sword moves, the ice flowers that had been evenly divided fell to the snow one after another.

The whole world had returned to calm, and the fluttering snowflakes had returned to their normal falling state, and in a short time, the ice flowers that had been cut down were covered, as if everything that had just happened had never appeared, and there was no trace of it.

However, Liu Tingfeng himself has changed, he holds the seven-star sword in his hand, stands alone in the middle of the courtyard, and lets the snowflakes fall on him, and after a while he becomes a snowman, but he stands still, as if he has not yet woken up from the sword intent.

On the edge of the courtyard, a red plum blossom stands proudly in the snow, looking even more delicate in the snow.

This is a quiet courtyard, but this is not a truly unmanned courtyard, and there are many people guarding the dark places outside the courtyard.

And the closest are the two strongest guardians of the West Rain Country, a master of the Heavenly Immortal Realm and a master of the Earth Immortal level.

As soon as they returned from escorting the visiting group, they immediately returned to the guard posts of the Heavenly King's Palace, one on the left side of the Heavenly King's Palace, the other on the right side of the Heavenly King's Palace, and on both sides were independent courtyards.

Snowing overnight, they have also been in a state of sober guarding, and when Liu Tingfeng got up early in the morning and started to practice swords, they had already paid attention to the existence of Liu Tingfeng.

When Liu Tingfeng retracted his moves and stood in the snow, a thin old man in the courtyard on the right floated to the courtyard on the right, looking as if he had taken a random step, and almost instantly came to the courtyard on the left, as if such a distance was completely negligible in their eyes.

If Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that this was Tong Ziyu, a master of the Earth Fairy Realm who had escorted Xiaolong down the river with them.

And sitting in a grass pavilion in the courtyard on the left is an old man in Tsing Yi with a strong bookish atmosphere, who looks like he is also sixty or seventy years old, but because of his kind face and kind eyes, compared with Tong Ziyu, who has an indifferent temperament, he has a little more affinity, and he looks a few years younger.

This grass pavilion is very simple, that is, four pillars, supporting a thatched roof, ventilating on all sides, the cool breeze is swishing, if it is in summer, it is a good place to enjoy the shade, but in this cold winter season, when the north wind is howling, it is not suitable to sit in it at all.

However, for a master of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the change of seasons was completely negligible to them.

In the overwhelming snowflakes, the old man in Tsing Yi sat leisurely in the grass pavilion and enjoyed the tea and scenery alone, which seemed extremely comfortable.

There is a stone table and four stone piers in the grass pavilion, nothing else, but at this moment, on the stone table, there is also a small stove, on which is placed a purple sand teapot, the teapot is steaming, it seems to be a little more warm invisibly, and there are two teacups matching the teapot on the stone table, which looks antique and does not match this simple grass pavilion at all.

The grass pavilion in the palace was originally just an embellishment of the scenery, but it seemed to be very popular with the old man in Tsing Yi, and there was a sense of leisurely and comfortable stealing half a day's leisure.

Seeing a thin old man dressed in black sitting opposite him with a cold face, the old man in green clothes said with a smile:

"Don't you feel tired with a cold face all day? With heavy snow and plum blossoms blooming, what are you not satisfied with with such a beautiful view? ”

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to have known that he would come over, so he had already placed a cup of tea in front of him, and there was a faint heat on it, and the old man in black was not polite, he took a sip of the teacup, and then replied with a cold face:

"The expression on my face has long been solidified, I've seen it for so many years, what else are you not used to?"

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed slightly and said:

"Thousands of years have passed, you still can't get over this hurdle, your heart is incomprehensible, you don't want to make any more progress, how many years have you stayed in the Earth Fairyland?"

The old man in black replied casually:

"Three thousand years, for me, living is just to protect this palace, but now, things have long been different, how different are we from plants and trees!"

The old man in Tsing Yi said with a smile:

"Plants and trees are also affectionate, not to mention people, you seem to be ruthless, but in fact, you are too affectionate, and you can't get out, you are self-contained, and what is sealed is not only cultivation, but also your own life."

As soon as I heard this, I knew that the old man in black had this unforgettable sad past, but I didn't know who the other half of the story was.

The old man in Tsing Yi drank half a cup of tea after seeing him, immediately picked up the teapot again, refilled him with hot tea, and then chatted casually:

"Ziyu, you shouldn't live like this, everyone should have their own life, people not only live for others, but also for themselves, otherwise what's the point of such a life?"

Tong Ziyu picked up the teacup again, and after taking a sip of tea, he replied faintly:

"In fact, we are all living as we like, but everyone's experience is different, which will create a different state of mind.

The old man in Tsing Yi thought about it, and couldn't help but sigh:

"When cultivation reaches our realm, almost no one's life is complete, everyone will have different regrets, I thought I could be with each other forever, walking and walking, and then scattered, maybe there is something to gain and something to lose!"

Tong Ziyu said lightly:

"Seeing the current state of Mu Qianmei and Liu Tingfeng, I am really worried about them, the deeper they fall, the deeper they will hurt one day."

The old man in Tsing Yi sighed:

"You, you always think too pessimistic about things, and not everyone will be separated halfway, maybe they can always go on together?"

"Even if you really can't go to the end, having such a sweet time is also a harvest in life, a good memory!"

Tong Ziyu said pessimistically:

"It's easy to love for decades and hundreds of years, have you ever seen a Taoist couple who has been in love for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years?"

The old man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but be asked, and he muttered to himself:

"Many Taoist couples are after reaching a certain level, the other half of the cultivation is not good, fall halfway, and leave in the best time, which can be regarded as leaving a sweet memory, if both of them can live forever, but can not withstand the test of boring life, and finally break up unhappily, leaving a deeper scar."

"Alas, the most painful thing in life is that the other half is still living under the same sky, but they have died of old age and have not been in contact!"

This sentence seemed to sting Tong Ziyu's heart, and he was speechless for a while, and after a long while, he changed the topic and asked:

"What do you think of Liu Tingfeng's swordsmanship?"