Shuobei in early summer is only slightly warm, just enough for the people living on this land to take care of those few acres of poor crops. But even so, the pitiful harvest of one crop a year could not satisfy everyone's appetite, so the people of the Northland could only rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water.

Hunting in the mountains has always been the mainstream, both in autumn and summer. Or go fishing on the vast cold plains, under the thick ice, there are countless fatty umami, not only can you satisfy your hunger, but you can also go to the county seat to buy and buy some necessary household work.

This kind of life seems to be poor, but it has its own charm of joy, which makes the people wandering in it full of enthusiasm and hope.

In the final analysis, this livelihood turned out to come from the vast and boundless cold plains. It not only provided some fresh food for the people of the Northland, but also became a natural barrier to prevent Rong Di's invasion. Moreover, the harsh environment also stopped the tax collectors of the imperial court.

There are no wars, no taxes, and it has become a real paradise on earth.

"It is said that the white-clothed fairy waved his hand that day, and the vast snow fell, and in the blink of an eye, it became this thousands of miles of cold plains, which is really a great supernatural power, a great mana......" An old man with gray eyebrows and beard leaned under the only crooked neck tree in Pingzegou, foaming at the mouth and boasting to the children beside him the story that he had told many times, in order to gain the reverent gaze without any impurities.

"Fourth Uncle Wen, are there really immortals in this world?" asked a twelve- or thirteen-year-old slightly thin boy with a basket on his back to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man's name was Wen Jing, and his face was as white as his name was, not similar to the roughness of the people of the Northland, although his body was as strong as everyone else, but he had a touch of polite temperament. He is a learned person at the top of these ten miles and eight towns, who has traveled to the Central Plains and has seen extraordinary.

After listening to the question, Wen Jing smiled slightly, and asked instead of answering, "What is an immortal?"

The boy was stunned and couldn't answer. Wen Jing didn't expect him to answer, and asked himself: "Immortals, if you go to the peak alone, you are just a powerful person, if I am much stronger than you, I am an immortal to you." ”

If this kind of novel argument was an ordinary young man, he would definitely be confused, but Chen An heard it deafeningly, and looked at the man in cloth in front of him in surprise, he really couldn't believe that this kind of words came from the mouth of a rural villager.

Wen Jing was embarrassed by him, and sneered: "I also listened to the masters of the Yuntian Sect, and I really can't say such profound words." ”

Chen An was relieved at this time, and at the same time secretly wrote down the name of Yuntian Sect, and continued to ask: "That Ten Thousand Miles of Cold Plains is really artificially made?"

Wen Jing looked at the north with a leisurely look, and whispered in his mouth: "That was the battlefield of the Zhenguo Duke and the Arctic Ice Emperor back then. ”

"Is it really artificial?" Chen An's city government also exclaimed in surprise when he heard this. The question he just asked was more of a subconscious remark from the previous question, that kind of terrifying natural environment change, what kind of great supernatural power can create it. The strongest innate powerhouse in his mind can't do it.

Chen An's exclamation brought Wen Jing back to his senses, he was very satisfied with Chen An's performance, this kid had a mature and vicissitudes of virtue when he first came, and he was very deep in doing things, with that immature baby face, how could it give people a very uncomfortable sense of disobedience, and now this appearance is normal.

Wen Jing rubbed Chen An's head and sighed: "When I knew, I was almost the same as you, and the manpower was so impressive." ”

Chen An has no time to take care of Wen Jing's hands, in fact, he is used to it these days, who told him to rejuvenate and rejuvenate with a baby face. He asked eagerly, "Are they innate martial artists?"

Wen Jing was stunned, "Congenital?" This definition is very vague. ”

"Ambiguous?" Chen An was puzzled, he had also inquired about the martial arts terminology here these days, so as not to show his feet, but the people here did not even practice his true qi, even if his body was strong, it was only the degree of dilation of the muscles and bones and wing membranes, and only Wen Jing in front of him was a martial artist who had achieved great internal strength and practiced true qi. Of course, this is already very terrifying, a small mountain village is all practicing martial arts, and any person who puts it in the Great Zhou is a small master, which is comparable to the green scale guard of the Great Zhou Imperial Court, which is simply terrifying.

Wen Jing was a little surprised and patiently explained: " Some people think that after opening the innate nine orifices, they use the vitality of heaven and earth to support their bodies, and no longer blindly refine and refine qi, so they can be regarded as innate, and in the previous stage of true qi and internal strength, refining their own essence is acquired; Isn't this proposition vague enough that has been debated for so many years?"

"Vitality resonates. Chen An finally heard a familiar term, and his so-called innate should be the second type, but what is the inner courtyard and exterior scene.

Gritting his teeth, he pretended to be curious about this age and asked directly.

It's just that this question really stopped Wen Jing, and he just practiced his true qi, even if he understands it, he can't explain it clearly, and I'm afraid that the only one who can explain it clearly is the Sect Master of the Law Phase. But he didn't want to weaken his face in front of the children, so he could only scrape his stomach and piece together the words he heard when he traveled outside: "Martial arts cultivation believes that the five organs, acupoints, and meridians in the body echo with the mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars in the outside world, and the inner world and the outer world have a connection in the underworld, and the inner world can be adjusted according to the outer world to cultivate, so the cultivation of the inner world is called the inner court, and after the inner world is complete, it can resonate through the vitality and affect the changes in the outer world, and each other is the outer realm." ”

He said it in a mess, but Chen An still barely understood, this kind of cultivation method is similar to the martial arts cultivation of the Great Zhou, but the name is different. But why is there a lot of strong people here, but it is difficult for Da Zhou to be born a single congenitally.

Chen An had a guess about this, thinking that there should be something wrong with Da Zhou's martial arts system, which was definitely a hidden danger in his cultivation, which was closely related, so he couldn't help but understand it, but it was not good to open his heart to ask Wen Jing. Of course, even if he was willing to risk revealing his identity and origin, Wen Jing might not be able to give an answer. He was silent for a moment, as if wondering where to find the answer.

Just as he was hesitating, the clouds suddenly rose in the sky. The strangeness of the wind and the strangeness of the clouds caused Chen An to look into the distance, and Wen Jing beside him was also confused by this vision, stopped speaking, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the southwest.

In just two or three breaths, the wind and clouds have arrived, accompanied by the sound of thunder, instantly resounding throughout the entire cold plain. All of a sudden, the wind and sand surged, and the heavens and the earth hung upside down, making it impossible to distinguish between up and down, left and right.

"Earth Bull turned over?" As soon as the idea arose, he was decisively rejected by Chen An, his martial arts had entered the innate and thorough legal principles, and he naturally felt a trace of legal charm from this strange wind. This hint of legal charm is quite close to nature, but there is still a trace of dissonance and a hint of deliberateness.

"Artificial, how could it be? so far. Chen An's face was heavy, this answer close to the truth was terrifying and unbelievable.

......

In the South China Sea, a young man, dressed in a shabby gray cloth robe and carrying an equally shabby bag, marched towards the landing in a flat boat. His originally handsome face was full of sorrow, like a gambler who had lost everything, and he had no hope of turning the book at all.

At this time, a wind blew from Middle-earth, blowing through the man's clothes, and he looked up in surprise at the place where the wind was rising, and muttered, "Is Siyi really in shape? Da Qian is going to get up this time. ”

Suddenly, he smiled, looking gloating, the sad color just now was swept away, and he took out a crimson lotus seed from his arms, and took the lead in saying: "What about the innate eight pole skills, what about gathering the four forms? Without my innate fire lotus seed, I still can't cast a golden body in Vientiane." ”

......

At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, Hulun Erhai Lake.

Blocking the cold current from the ice field, Taiyin Mountain is the richest place on the prairie with spring all year round, and has always been herded by the most powerful tribes on the prairie.

When the wind picked up, in the largest tent in the center, decorated with glazed gold, a burly man with the characteristic braids of the Dawa tribe suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong with the Master?" asked a young man in his teens and richly dressed clothes, puzzled.

"The khan waits, and the minister will go and return. The burly man left a word, and stepped out of the tent, his body swaying thousands of miles away, but before he could reach the Central Plains, he could no longer walk.

The wind in front of me blew, and a few grasses on the edge of the grassland fell down, swaying gently with the wind, and the tips of the grass rose and fell, as if performing some kind of wonderful swordsmanship.

The burly man's eyelids jumped, although it was a few grasses, but he was afraid that there were not thousands. Each one is deducing a kind of swordsmanship, and there are thousands of different swordsmanship presented here. It stands to reason that these many disorderly interpretations are not threatening, but these seemingly chaotic swordsmanship are extremely cleverly integrated to form an inexplicable sword formation, pointing at the burly man's vital points from afar, forcing him to stop.

The burly man looked at the upside-down heaven and earth in the distance, the raging wind and thunder, turned his head and took a deep look at the extreme north, sighed suddenly, and turned around and embarked on the return journey with a little unwillingness and helplessness.

......

In the far north, on a city made of ice and snow, Mo Qinghong clenched the transparent sword, and his knuckles turned white. He squinted at the surging wind and clouds in the distance, and the light in his eyes was scattered.

"In the path of cultivation, you can't be impatient because of a momentary failure. Others have other people's opportunities and paths, and I uphold my own heart and practice my own way. My way does not shrink because of the rough road, I do not get by because of the ups and downs, I do not give up on myself because I am in shackles, I do not get carried away because I succeed for a while, I do not dispose of it at will because it is easy to obtain, I do not cherish it because I have always had it, I do not destroy it because the world is ruined, and I do not stick to myself because the world is far away. It is to persevere, the nature remains the same, always wipe, and introspect itself, so the spiritual platform is not ambiguous, and the avenue can be expected. ”

The vicissitudes of life sent this passage into Mo Qinghong's ears, which made him shake all over, and he was shocked, his eyes turned clear, and the spiritual platform returned to clarity.

With his hands down, he respectfully turned and saluted farther north.

......

In the mountains of southern Xinjiang, a person who was wrapped in a black robe all over his body, feeling the faint law in the wind, exhaled lightly, as if he had let go of something: "He finally cast a golden body." ”

After sighing, the black-robed man turned around and walked into the stone room behind him, there was only a mat in the stone room, a furnace of incense, and a landscape idyll, which was pure and simple, and it was a place of cultivation at a glance, not luxurious. He did not hesitate to enter the house, and took one step into the landscape and pastoral painting on the wall, and sat down cross-legged in front of the thatched hut in the painting.

All of a sudden, the sky in the painting flashed with purple lightning and golden thunder, the ground was full of fire, and even the space outside the painting began to distort and deform with terrifying fluctuations.

The terrifying fluctuations, spread out of the Shiwu area, and gradually dispersed, but it was inconspicuous in the original wind and thunder of the outside world, and no one paid attention to it except for the Confucian man on the South China Sea who glanced thoughtfully in this direction.