There is heavy snow during the heavy snow season.

The elves falling from the sky, pink and jade, built the entire Kunlun.

Ye Junlin stood in the snow, with a rusty knife in his hand, like a swimming dragon. The snowflakes fell, and before they landed on his shoulders, the sword qi soared into the clouds, and a thousand piles of snow were rolled up with one sword.

There is a waterfall flowing under Lingxiao Peak, and the Milky Way falls straight down, up to a thousand feet. Since returning from the wilderness, Ye Junlin practiced his sword here every day, swinging his knife and knife in one go.

Zhao Chongshan has been out of the customs, and he still hasn't instructed Ye Junlin in the slightest, and he only talks with Lao Wu every day and puts Lang in shape. The task of teaching kendo all fell to Wei Wuji.

On this day, the sky was excellent.

Zhao Chongshan, who had disappeared all day, came to the bottom of Lingxiao Peak for the first time.

Ye Junlin closed his eyes and meditated, the 'Broken Flood Style' was mysterious and abnormal, and for half a month, Ye Junlin did not make the slightest progress.

Hu Jinming rode a green ox upside down, set up a tea cup under the waterfall.

Zhao Chongshan and Ye Junlin sat face to face under the Milky Way, not talking about kendo, just drinking tea.

The tea is mountain wild tea, and the water is mountain spring water.

They are all ordinary things, but after mixing, they have a big artistic conception.

The scary uncle with a high rank handed each of them a cup of tea.

The fragrance of tea is melodious, refreshing.

Ye Junlin took a sip and said with a smile: "I forgot to congratulate Zhao Zhangjiao on getting out of the customs." ”

Zhao Chongshan smiled and didn't say much, but Hu Jinming kept sighing.

Ye Junlin raised his head, looked at the rushing waterfall in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Zhao Zhangjiao, did you really split this waterfall with a sword?"

Zhao Chongshan smiled, shook his head and said, "No." ”

Ye Junlin was relieved, and secretly said in his heart: How can there be such a master in this world.

Hu Jinming carefully added some tea to the half-filled teacup, and muttered in a low voice: "It's two swords." ”

The water of the waterfall flows straight down, like a screen. Compared with the rushing rivers, the momentum is even better. It may be easy to cut the river with a sword, but it is extremely difficult to cut the waterfall and break the flood with a sword.

Mountains and flowing water, layer upon layer, interlocking, if not cut off from the source, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve.

The essence of the 'flood breaking style' may lie in this.

Ye Junlin lowered his head and meditated, as if he had an understanding.

Zhao Chongshan raised the teacup, looked at the waterfall, smiled lightly, the old Taoist priest who cherished the words like gold, said a complete sentence for the first time: "It seems difficult to cut the waterfall and break the flood, but in fact it is just mysterious. ”

The old Taoist priest got up, took a cup of spring water, washed the teacup in his hand, and left with a smile

The sky was slightly bright.

Ye Junlin lifted his knife and went straight to Lingxiao Peak, and the giant sword was tightly wrapped and shook on his back. The mighty sword qi, like the electric wire of yellow thunder, shone around, as if there was a small lead, this manic force was about to blow up the entire Kunlun.

The wolf king got up and followed behind Ye Junlin, yawning constantly.

There are very few spirit animals on Kunlun Mountain, and the snow-white wolf king is almost regarded as a pet in Kunlun Mountain, and he is wantonly doted. Some young Dao aunts even hugged it into their arms.

The two balls of 'white snow' on the chest, one on the left and one on the right, mixed the head of the White Wolf King in the center, and Lao Wu was envious.

On Lingxiao Peak, the water vapor is permeated, the closer you go, the more intense the sound of the waterfall hitting the stone, Ye Junlin stands by the waterfall, holding a knife in both hands, and the qi machine in his chest is on the verge of peak.

Zhao Chongshan cut off the waterfall with two swords, so what about my sword?

Ye Junlin swung out the rusty knife, and the blade only made contact with the waterfall that flew down three thousand feet for half an inch, and then it came out of his hand, drawing an embarrassing arc in the air, and fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and several gaps cracked on the blade.

Ye Junlin's hands were in pain, and when he raised his hand to look, a large bloody mouth had been cracked on his arm, and red blood, along with the silver waterfall, was sprinkled together.

With a gasp, Ye Junlin tore off a piece of fabric on his body, wrapped around the wound, and sat down to heal his wounds.

Hu Jinming didn't know when he arrived, he looked at Ye Junlin and said in surprise: "You are exactly the same as when your senior brother practiced swords." ”

Ye Junlin pursed his lips and was bitter: "We are all masters like this. ”

On the Jade Pillar Peak, there is a thatched hut, and the girl in the goose yellow brocade dress lives here.

Since she was rescued by Ye Junlin, the girl settled here, without revealing her identity at all, begging to go home. The girl lives happily on the peak every day, and has the momentum of dying here.

If that's all there is, it doesn't matter. But not long after, another beautiful woman who looked like a fairy, but was as powerful as a man, came to the door.

This beauty Ye Junlin knows, and is even somewhat familiar.

The missing boss of the 'Qinglin Hall' on the Bixiao Xuanyu - Pu Jia.

Pu Jia's full name is 'Wei Pu Jia', and she is Wei Wuji's own sister and the granddaughter of the king of Chu.

On the day of Pujia's arrival, it was when the snow covered the mountain, and in the snow, Pujia was wrapped in a bright red, and Hu Jinming's eyes were straight.

Pu Jia is a talisman master, a talisman master who has a deep knowledge of the rune path. At the beginning, he had a conflict with Wei Wuji, and with the help of the 'artifact' of the Chu State, he suppressed Xiuwei and escaped from Bixiao.

Now that he has returned, he has devoted himself to cultivation, and his cultivation has reached the 'high-level Xuan Huang'.

Ye Junlin was dumbfounded by this, and secretly slandered in his heart, how would his cheap senior brother feel if he saw this scene.

Pu Jia's original intention of going up the mountain is the same as Wei Wuji's: to teach Ye Junlin.

Fan Jun's purpose is very clear: to let Ye Junlin infiltrate another practice in addition to the 'way of the sword', which is to say: 'icing on the cake'.

Ye Junlin didn't know why, but he took it all.

Practice knives every day, practice words, practice words, and practice knives again, and the days are as plain as water.

Practicing the knife is a big thing, practicing words is a small work, and it is extremely difficult to practice words after practicing the knife every day.

Ye Junlin only felt that after practicing the knife and calligraphy every day, it was like the thousands of blood vessels on his arm, and the heel exploded, and the kind of heart-wrenching, unspeakable pain sharpened his heart again and again.

The cracks on the rusty broadsword increase every day. The giant sword on his back roared like wind and thunder, covering the sky and the sun.

The words are born from the heart, and after practicing the knife, Ye Junlin splashed ink, and the several lines on the paper looked murderous.

Learn the book first to learn Kai, the word must first be a big character, the big character to Yan muscle willow bone as the law, in the Kai imitation Ouyang, and finally for the fly's head small Kai, is called 'Dacheng'.

Since the beginning of the book, Ye Junlin must write a wolf hair every day, which lasted 7749 days, and a total of 49 wolf hairs were written.

When the last one broke, there was a sword qi that soared into the sky.

The rusty knife was all broken, and the huge blade was shattered into pieces of iron.

The giant sword unsheathed itself and levitated in mid-air.

Ye Junlin jumped up, holding the sword in his hand, and the sword was vertical and horizontal.

Time stands still, a thousand feet of the screen, divided into two