Qiushui had been in Tagan Village for a few days, but he had never noticed the hut. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info cottage is located on a small hillside about two miles away from the village, and there are no other buildings around, which seems a little abrupt. Driven by curiosity, Qiushui left the village and came to the hillside.

When I got closer, I found that the hut was made of wooden planks, the roof was piled with a thick layer of snow, and the doors and windows around it were closed, and the curtains were drawn on the windows, so that I could not see the scene inside. Qiushui came to the door and found a thin layer of ash on it, and it must have been very rare for people to enter or leave the place. He tried to put his ear up, but couldn't hear anything. He hesitated, then reached out and pushed the door, but the door did not move, but it was locked. And the lock was copied from the inside, apparently inhabited by someone. But who would leave the village and build such a hut in this remote place? Just as Qiushui was puzzled, a pair of hands suddenly rested on his shoulders.

Qiu Shui's reaction was so fast, he directly turned around and swung out a punch, bringing a dull sound of breaking wind.

"Don't get excited, it's me!" the man in front of him hurriedly dodged. Qiushui looked at it and it turned out to be Wushan.

"I just saw that your mood seemed to be unstable and a little uneasy, so I followed you here. Seeing Qiushui looking at himself with a puzzled expression, Wushan hurriedly explained.

"Ah, I'm fine. Brother Wushan, may I ask what ...... this house is?" Qiushui waved his hand, and then pointed to the hut next to him and asked.

"This house is where the father of the previous patriarch, that is, the patriarch Huang, lives. A few years ago, he suddenly got a strange disease, and his whole person became crazy, often crazy, and he couldn't even control himself. In order not to hurt the clansmen, the old patriarch built this house outside the village, where he devoted himself to cultivation all the year round, except for the Huang patriarch, who was responsible for three meals a day, the rest of the people were nowhere to be seen. Therefore, this is also a forbidden place for my clan, and no one is allowed to approach it in normal times. ”

After listening to Wushan's introduction, Qiushui nodded, revealing an expression of sudden realization.

"Qiushui, I know what you're thinking, about the matter of the Holy Snow Lotus, please, our clan has its own rules. For us, the precepts left by our ancestors must not be violated, so I'm sorry, even if you stay here and don't leave, Patriarch Huang will not change her attention. After a short silence, Wushan raised his head and said to Qiushui with a serious face.

"I understand, you have your own rules, and I also have my bottom line. Maybe you don't believe it, but these holy snow lotuses can save the lives of thousands of people in our country. Qiushui smiled, noncommittal to Wushan's words.

Seeing that the two couldn't reach a consensus, Wu Shan had to sigh, and then beckoned to Qiushui: "Anyway, let's leave this place first, if the patriarch finds out, it will inevitably be another scolding." ”

"By the way, I'll ask you something. At this time, Qiushui suddenly remembered something, and asked Wushan: "I heard Xiaodi say that you seem to have a snow demon here two years ago, is this true?"

Hearing Qiushui's words, Wushan was stunned for a moment. I saw him frowning, his eyes showing pain, as if he remembered something unbearable from the past. After some struggle, he shook his head and said a little tiredly, "It's nothing. Then he took a step and walked in the direction of the village.

Since Wushan didn't want to say it, Qiushui didn't ask any more. He shouted at Wushan, who had already walked away, and then quickly chased after him, and as he passed by the window of the hut, he suddenly frowned, and felt only a faint fragrance wafting out of the house and pouring into his nose.

Since there wasn't much entertainment on the ice field, Qiushui returned to his room early. For a while, he felt a little irritable, seeing that the days were passing day by day, and the Holy Snow Lotus was obviously close at hand, but he was still reluctant to grab it. To be honest, the Tagan people are quite enthusiastic about themselves, and the sword confrontation is definitely not what they want to see. In this way, you can only do it in the dead of night, and you can slip away after getting the Holy Snow Lotus. Having made up his mind, Qiushui sat on the bed and waited quietly for the night to come.

Boredom, Qiushui took out the contemplation in his arms and flipped through it again. This time, he turned directly to the micro chapter, and suddenly a line of small words came into view.

"When the promotion is subtle, the primordial spirit in the body will be out of control for a short time, and it needs to be suppressed with medicine and magic weapons to prevent harm to the cultivator. Qiushui read it in his mouth, and suddenly understood why he had such a big reaction when he was promoted. Others relied on the assistance of drugs or magic weapons to stabilize the Yuan Shen, but they didn't prepare anything, and now that they think about it, it's really thrilling.

"Subtlety can be subdivided into beginner, intermediate and advanced. At this stage, cultivators begin to understand the composition of the world, can communicate with nature to a certain extent, optimize various functions of the body, and have a more accurate understanding and control of the use of Yuan Li to meet the needs of different occasions. During this period, the cultivation should be based on actual combat, and through repeated confrontations with opponents, the body's reaction power should be enhanced, and the sharpness of thinking should be exercised, so as to achieve the goal of the unity of knowledge and action. In addition, cultivators should be more thoughtful, start from the subtleties, deepen their understanding of all things in the world, and try to feel the power of nature, which is of great benefit to the promotion of the minor perfections. ”

Compared with the Dacheng article, the content of the small article is slightly empty, probably with the improvement of strength, many things need to be understood by yourself, and what others can do is only to reach out and show you a clear path when you feel confused. Before you know it, the night is already deep, and the surroundings have become quiet. Qiu Shui got out of bed and exercised his muscles, then opened the door, looked around, and saw that there was no one around, so he quietly slipped out.

Qiushui cautiously bypassed a few guards, walked quickly in the direction of the sacrifice hall, and took a closer look, at this moment, there were two strong men guarding the door of the sacrifice hall, and it was the two who stopped him during the day. Qiushui thought for a while, and was about to use his spirit blade to rush in, when suddenly a sharp whistling sound sounded in his ears. He turned his head, and a demonic wind blew in front of him, only to feel that the surroundings suddenly became dark. I don't know what happened, but now is undoubtedly the best time to enter the temple.

"Oh no, the snow demon is here!" A commotion came from a distance, and Qiushui was just about to make a move, when suddenly the whole person froze in place.

"Snow demon?" Qiushui said, his face changed, and he ran directly towards Xiaodi's residence. At this moment, a snowstorm was blowing all around, and the bitter cold wind hit like a beast, making people almost unsteady on their feet. finally reluctantly came to Xiaodi's room, but found that Wu Shan was already standing inside, holding a knife in his hand, his face was pale, as if he had lost his soul. Looking around again, I saw that the house was empty, and there were no figures.

"Damn!" Qiushui roared, slamming his fist on the doorrail beside him. At this moment, he saw a white figure flash through the blizzard, speeding towards the distance.