The clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind.

The snowflakes that fall all over the sky are still the masters of the world of Yuncheng Mountain. In addition to the theme of snow, there is a lonely figure in the cold red stone flat. Sometimes he waved his sword to meet the snow and danced, and sometimes stood still looking up at the sky. One person and one snow, silently interpreting their own style in this quiet world.

After Xing Qianzhong casually made a few moves with Yun Chang, who came to the morning class, he walked out of the Dongsheng Hall in a somewhat depressed mood, and walked all the way to the Red Stone Flat with thick snow. Soon, he stopped, because he saw a snowman on the bluestone flat, a snowman moving slowly on the empty snow, not Yunchen and someone else.

Yunchen squinted his eyes, and the sword in his hand danced slowly between half asleep and half awake. But if you look closely, you will see that although he dances very slowly, the steps under his feet are so coherent that there is no pause. Xing Qianzhong clearly saw that there were only ten footprints under Yunchen's body, and he had not had time to be overwhelmed by the dense wind and snow, and he was trampled on again, and it was not bad at all, and his eyes kept looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky, as if he didn't pay attention to the steps under his feet at all.

"This, how is this possible", when Xing Qianzhong's eyes saw the stainless steel sword in his hand from Yun Chen's feet, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise.

"Should I feel ashamed of hurting you, or should I feel sincerely relieved for your earth-shattering initiative?" Xing Qianzhong's heart can be described as mixed, after going through the world, he looked at the disciple in front of him and didn't know whether to stop him and reprimand him, warning him that such a combination will never have any power in actual combat, no matter how hard you cultivate, it will be useless in the end, or should you encourage him and praise him for his courage to innovate and open up a new world for Yuncheng swordsmanship.

"Maybe he'll surprise himself as usual. The red stone flat full of wind and snow, after standing for a long time, turned around and left silently, and the fierce wind and snow instantly covered his footprints, as if he had never appeared from beginning to end. And Yunchen, who wielded the sword, was still dancing slowly, as if he wanted to integrate himself into this snowy world.

Occasionally, the disciples of Xu Yuefeng, who couldn't bear the loneliness, came out for a walk, and when they saw Yunchen dancing with a sword in the wind and snow, they scolded in their hearts: "What are you crazy again, you can't see people when the weather is good, but you run out to suffer on a snowy day."

It's just that he didn't see the swordsmanship made by Yun Chen, which were the 7th, 21st, 45th, 79th, and 103rd styles that were the most lethal of Yunchen's serial sword skills. It's no wonder that Xing Qian didn't dare to agree when he looked at it. This is something that no one would or dare to try before. Now these five types of killing are connected by Yunchen into a move, very slowly, very slowly, he sometimes takes one step and one sword, sometimes three steps and one sword, or one step and two swords. Although he is dancing very slowly now, Yunchen believes that one day he will be faster. And it's so slow, just enough to be able to cultivate the Ice Silence Mind Method, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. He had even chosen a name for the trick, "Flying Snow Killing God", a domineering and arrogant name. It's like the lonely and arrogant heart in his heart.

The snow is still falling disturbingly, and it refuses to relax for a moment in the days that belong to it, just like the figure in the bluestone flat that refuses to stop dancing for a moment. Snow is interesting because of people, and people forget themselves by borrowing snow. In this silent world, a person, a snow, a mountain, and a tree are full of blood in their hearts that only they understand.

It snowed again overnight.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning finally broke free from the entanglement of layers of clouds and mist, and sprinkled the golden light on his face to the long-lost earth. He suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if he had suddenly lost a friend who could live and die together. He suddenly felt so tired, and at this moment, he couldn't find the feeling of never getting tired.

"I'm used to being discarded", at dawn, the wind and snow were gone, and Yunchen was left alone on the bluestone flat with a dazed and tireless sword. Little did he know that in his heart, snow had become an inseparable part of him.

Rubbing his eyes, which he wanted to close more than ever, Yunchen tried his best to adapt himself to this golden world that he had not seen for a long time. The deep blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and the icy air is the aftermath of the wind and snow. When he was accustomed to twisting his head to the opposite Luofeng Cliff...."Huh" Even if he was usually calm in his heart, he opened his lips tightly.

The gold and silver on Mochizuki Peak after the snow are still in a cruel contest, and the surrounding trees, pavilions, and mountain stones are still wrapped in thick white clothes. In this white picture, a little bit of intent is growing tenaciously. It was a woman who had practiced hard with her sword, and her sharp swordsmanship brought up the snow on the ground and danced around her. The ice flowers attached to the woman's hair, eyebrows, and clothes indicate that she seems to have worked all the way from the snowstorm. The jumping figure was so thin in the early morning sun, but the slightly frowning brows were so persistent, and even the swordsmanship that he swung out seemed to be as agile as life.

"How can I be inferior to a woman?" The figure on Xu Yue Peak, which had stopped for a moment, danced the sword in his hand again, still very slowly, very slowly....

Yun Rong looked at Yun Xue, the little junior sister in front of her who gritted her teeth and insisted on practicing swords, and a sense of pity and admiration rose in her heart. No one could have imagined that this thin girl practiced for three days and three nights in the snowstorm. What made Yun Rong even more proud was that it only took Yun Xue four years to learn the first five layers of the Ice Silence Mind Method. Even the master Gui Qianyue, who has always been not good at smiling, smiled happily and praised the little junior sister well.

"Senior Sister Yunxue, go back to breakfast, change your clothes and practice again?" Yun Rong called softly, she knew Yun Xue's temper, if no one called her, as long as she was still standing, she would keep practicing. Yun Xue stopped the sword in her hand and slowly walked in front of Yun Rong, excessive fatigue could not take away her peerless elegance, and her pale face could not hide her world-class appearance. Before she became an adult, she was like an ice flower after the snow, sacred and untouchable.

"Senior sister", she walked up to Yun Rong and smiled lightly, although it was only for a moment, the snow between heaven and earth began to dim because of this momentary smile, what do they compare to the beauty of this alluring smile, and the somewhat tired Xu Yue also came to the spirit, trying to make its gaze look more intense.

When Yunchen, who had already begun to be a little messy under his feet, opened his heavy eyes and looked at Luofeng Cliff again, the little color in his memory had disappeared. He suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart, as if he had finally won a battle that he had been insisting on, but he didn't understand why there was still a sense of loss in his heart after the pain.

The disciples of Xu Yuefeng, who had been dormant for many days, leaned towards Hongshiping one after another under the early sunny sun after the snow, and saw Yunchen slowly dancing the sword from afar, and immediately laughed. Many of their registered disciples are the sons of large families, and when the family celebrates festivals or encounters red and white ceremonies, they will invite a Taoist priest to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits. And at this moment, in their eyes, Yunchen's swordsmanship seemed to be the same as those Taoist priests who danced the Great God, where a person was holding a sword and dancing the "Great God", it was no wonder that they would laugh and squat on the ground one by one holding their stomachs.

Yun Chang also laughed a few times in the crowd, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, if Yun Chen knew that he saw him ugly and didn't tell him, he might not know how to fix himself. Thinking of this, Yun Chang's back was cold, and he hurriedly held back the smile on his face and ran over and pushed Yun Chen, who was still "singing".

Yun Chen woke up a little angrily, and wanted to blame Yun Chang for disturbing his cultivation with a few words, but when he saw a group of smiling senior brothers who were leaning forward and falling backwards, he suddenly came back to his senses. Secretly kept a few of the fiercest laughing people in mind, turned his head and saw Yun Chang next to him with a flushed face, and said hatefully: "Look at your bear-like, it's like holding your urine all night, laugh if you want to laugh." With that, he walked towards the dining hall.

Recently, he has always made a fool of himself, as soon as he stopped the sword in his hand, he felt hungry with his chest against his back, and just on the way to the dining hall, he saw a pebble that someone else had picked up, and he swung his sword at him in urgent need of venting, and the pebble broke into two.

"Hmm", Yun Chen hurriedly checked whether the steel sword in his hand was damaged, and only let go of his worries when he saw the sword blade that was as good as new. When he was about to step the broken pebbles into the snow again, the right foot that was stepping on the pebbles suddenly stopped, and Yunchen quickly picked up the pebbles on the ground and stuffed them into his arms and rushed towards his hut, as if he had picked up what a rare treasure, and even forgot to feed himself the dirty temple of Wufu that he had not yet supplied.