Snow is flying, fluttering all over the sky, and after a heavy snowfall, the mountains and rivers of the northern country are covered with snow, and the silver clothes are white and dazzling.

After more than a year of mental suffering, Mo Cong was finally able to continue cultivating. He also knew that he had been hit by a poisonous needle called "mangting". After a period of cultivation, Mo Cong has already adapted to the cold wind of the northern country, coupled with the ** passed on by the practice master, the body's adaptability to the cold weather has surpassed that of ordinary people who have lived in the north for a long time. However, what Mo Cong didn't expect was that the cultivation method of the "old man in the yellow robe" was a hundred times more cruel than that of the master of Chumen. Even though he had already been mentally prepared, that kind of cultivation method that was beyond the norm really made the young man a little unbearable.

"Are you tired?" the master asked coldly.

Mo Cong lay in the snow panting, white mist spewing out from his mouth and nostrils. Early in the morning, he meditated and practiced in the waterhole, and ran in the forest for more than ten miles, and after returning home, he lifted the stone lock five hundred times, after this series of training, Mo Cong was already sweating, even though the master was very good to him, but every time he trained, Mo Cong felt that the master in front of him suddenly changed from a loving mother to a terrible demon.

The "old man in the yellow robe" had a serious face, and his condescending eyes changed from his usual gentleness to being gloomy and cold.

Mo Cong looked at Master with a bitter face, and said with a weak gaze, "Master, let me rest for a while!"

"Okay!" Master looked at Mo Cong for a while, and when he was about to turn around, he pouted, and said with a smile on his face: "If you're afraid of being tired, then don't cultivate."

"I'm not afraid of being tired!" Mo Cong stepped forward and jumped up from the snow.

"Get on the pile!" Master ordered.

"Yes!" Mo Cong took a sharp breath, looked at the several ice and snow seven-star stakes standing in the courtyard, gritted his teeth, he was a little hesitant, the seven wooden stakes were arranged like a Beidou, each stake was tightly wrapped in smooth ice, and it was cold and shining in the sun.

"Stand up straight, feet steady, and pay attention to pranayama!"

The "old man in the yellow robe" held a dry branch in his hand and knocked on Mo Cong's body, correcting Mo Cong's posture.

At the beginning, those ice piles were not more than a foot high, but now they have surpassed Mo Cong's height. This is enough to show that Mo Cong's skills are growing rapidly. Meditation, running, lifting stone locks, standing on plum blossom piles, and finally running on the piles, Mo Cong has received these trainings from the master of Chumen since he was a child, but now, the master's training is extremely cruel, each of which challenges his limits, from which are those ice and snow stakes, Mo Cong will feel dizzy every time he stands in front of the pile. Because it is very different from the wooden stake, the wooden stake is very stable when it stands up, but the ice stake is very slippery, and if you are not careful, you will fall and break the blood.

"Mo Cong, you remember to me, if you want to become a strong person, you have to pay ordinary people can't put in the effort, if you want to reach the top easily, it's impossible!"

"Yes, Master!"

Mo Cong stood barefoot on the ice and snow plum blossom stake with his eyes closed and breathing, shouting loudly. His legs were straight, his hands were flat on his chest, and he didn't dare to slack off. After a while, there was a trace of cold air gushing from his spring acupoint, like a silk thread, swimming in the body, Mo Cong knew that this was the mystery of the cold door **, after several months of training Mo Cong has basically mastered it, he can meditate in the ice and snow at any time, draw strength from the ice and snow, and Mo Cong also realized that the internal force cultivated with the cold door ** is pure and strong, and it is definitely not a side-by-side way. When cast, it can deal great damage with very little internal force. Being able to cultivate such a wonderful method, the young man was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly stored the cold internal force in the dantian, feeling very refreshing.

"Starting today, you're going to practice walking piles!"

"Be careful! Falling down will break *** hee-hee. Yingbao stood at the door of the room and looked at Mo Cong with a smile and said.

Hearing this, the "old man in the yellow robe" glanced back at her, and that angry look made Ying Bao shiver. The appearance of this kind of look also gave Yingbao a sense of foreboding.

"Hey, hey!"

Yingbao smiled quickly at the "old man in yellow robe", quickly opened the dilapidated door with one hand, and was about to turn around and take a step, but heard the "old man in yellow robe" shouting behind him: "You come back to me!"

Yingbao reluctantly closed the door, and when she looked back, she found that the smile on the face of the "old man in yellow robe" was a little strange and a little ill-intentioned.

"What are you doing?" Scarlet asked with a smile as she approached the old man, giving her a cautious look.

The "old man in the yellow robe" ignored her, copied his hands, pointed at the plum blossom pile with his chin and said, "Mo Cong, come down, let your sister Bao go again!"

"Why am you me again, Mo Cong is not my apprentice. Yingbao muttered, looked down at the face of the "old man in the yellow robe", and saw that her face had changed color, so she smiled and said, "Hehe! I think I'm not as good as you!"

"Don't be verbose!" The tone of the "old man in the yellow robe" cannot be refuted.

"Alas!" Yingbao touched Mo Cong's head, shook her head and sighed bitterly: "Mo Cong, our sisters are unlucky to follow your master."

Yingbao didn't finish speaking, but her figure had already stood on the plum blossom pile, and the speed and stability of her body shocked Mo Cong.

"Ying'er, let's go!" The old man in the yellow robe looked at Mo Cong's eyes and smiled slightly.

"Mo Cong, you have a good look! Sister will walk you slowly first!" Yingbao looked at Mo Cong in her eyes, and as she spoke, she had already walked back and forth on the smooth ice pile, looking at her expression as if she was walking on a mountain path, leisurely.

"Sister Bao is so powerful!" Mo Cong looked at Yingbao on the stake and sighed.

"You're a fake expert, this is amazing? Look closely, my sister will give you another quick walk. ”

The voice fell, and Yingbao first walked slowly on the pile, although the pace was slow, but it was solid and orderly.

"Mo Cong, your master has placed this seven-star stake for you, the purpose is to let you practice qi, practice spirit, achieve the unity of form and qi, and finally reach the mixed element one qi, only when you practice the mixed yuan one qi, you will be able to control the soul power in the future. ”

Ying Bao said in her mouth, her steps were not chaotic at all, from slow to fast, and finally there was a phantom, the speed was like the wind, and in an instant the willow branches in the small courtyard swayed, and the snowflakes flew. Mo Cong was dumbfounded and fell into a trance. He tried his best to widen his eyes, trying to find Scarbour's true body, but he couldn't.

"Okay! weird tired, do you see clearly?"

Yingbao stretched out her hand and shook it twice in front of Mo Cong's eyes before Mo Cong came back to his senses. Although she said that she was tired, Sister Bao in front of her was not red and her heart was not beating, which made Mo Cong admire from the bottom of her heart.

"Mo Cong!" Master smiled on the side, "What do you think of your sister Bao?"

"Awesome!" Mo Cong was obviously unsatisfied, and looked at the ice and snow plum blossom piles blankly.

"Someday you'll surpass her. Master said with a smile.

"Really, really?" Mo Cong looked at Master with round eyes, he couldn't believe it, he felt that Sister Bao was a god, a god that could not be surpassed. Because in the memory of the young man, even the master of the Trumen did not have the speed of Yingbao, and the speed was the perfect embodiment of profound skill, which Mo Cong knew very well in his heart.

"There will be a day!" Master nodded, his eyes filled with encouragement to Mo Cong.

"Really?" Mo Cong whispered.

The unforgettable experience of the Water Moon Sect made the boy unable to regain his confidence for a while. He looked up at the master, and then at Yingbao, both of them smiling, both of them looking at him with kind eyes, and both nodding to him. The encouragement of the two masters made Mo Cong feel gratified.

Mo Cong took a deep breath and waved his fists:

"Then I'll go up and try it too!"

"Don't worry" Yingbao stopped Mo Cong with her hand, and gave him a look by the way, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her red lips, glanced at the "old man in yellow robe", and said: "Mo Cong, it is difficult for you to surpass me, but first you have to learn something more powerful."

After a few months of getting along, Mo Cong had already been in cahoots with his sister Bao, so he understood Yingbao's intentions, so he looked at his master with a smile.

Yingbao's little trick really couldn't escape the eyes of the "old man in the yellow robe", and the "old man" pursed his lips and smiled when he saw this.

"Okay, anyway, Mo Cong is also my apprentice. After speaking, the figure of the "old man" flashed, and he fell to the ice pillar unconsciously.

The next situation made Mo Cong even more dumbfounded.

Master's walking pile is completely different from Yingbao, Yingbao is as fast as the wind, Master is like a meteor in the night sky, the cold light flashes and the figure reaches the pile on the left, and then moves the body, appearing on the right pile, flashing more than a dozen times, and quietly flashing to Mo Cong's side.

Mo Cong was so shocked that he slapped Lizheng and looked at the master blankly. In the young man's mind, the master of Trumen is the master of the masters, when he was in the Water Moon Sect, he once saw the Lord of Trumen easily defeat the head of the Yunzhong faction, using the method similar to the master's transformation and shadow change, but compared with the master, the skill of the master of Trumen is dwarfed.

"How deep is Master's skill? Could it be that this is the legendary spiritual power?" Mo Cong secretly summed up.

"What do you think? It's your turn, walk slowly according to the mantra I taught you, don't be in a hurry!"

"Yes, Master!"

Mo Cong jumped on the cold and glistening ice pile, took a deep breath, and walked cautiously according to the method passed down by the master, the boy was extremely careful with every step, and there was no value for viewing, but it was quite steady for a beginner.

"Well, that's good! You practice slowly by yourself," After speaking, the old man in the yellow robe looked at Yingbao and said, "Ying'er, pour me a cup of tea!"

Before the two of them entered the door, they heard a muffled sound behind them, and when the two looked back, Mo Cong's head was immersed in the snow, one foot was hanging on the stake, and the other leg was shaking helplessly in the air.

"Oops!" Seeing this, Yingbao frowned, her face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly ran over to look at Mo Cong.

"Little baby, why don't you listen to your master, you can't be in a hurry to practice!"

The master shook his head helplessly, sighed, and walked over slowly.

Yingbao hurriedly helped Mo Cong up, and Mo Cong didn't dare to look up at Yingbao, his face was red and his ears were red, and he bowed his head and said nothing. Mo Cong always thought that there was not much time left for him, so he didn't allow himself to make any mistakes, but he made a mistake, and he fell through his lips, and blood flowed.

"Don't Tian, sister will bring you medicine!" Looking at Mo Cong's painful and pitiful look, Yingbao also grinned.

"Sister Bao, when will I be able to achieve the Mixed Yuan Harmony!" Mo Cong looked at Yingbao with a blank eye, and tears almost flowed from his eyes.

"This kid is too strong!" Yingbao sighed silently in her heart, but she still had a warm smile on her pretty face, patted the snow stuck to Mo Cong's body, and rolled her eyes: "It takes thirty years for ordinary people, you are considered to be qualified, probably about the same as me, if you want to achieve mixed yuan, it should be about twenty years!"

"Ahh Only by reaching the realm of mixed yuan and qi can it be possible to break through the advanced stage of physical cultivation, transform internal force into soul power, and control weapons, but, in twenty years, Mo Cong is counted on his fingers, so won't this cold door ** become the weakest garbage**?

"It hurts!" the young man looked pained, and tears swirled in his eyes, shining silver.

"Wait, wait, my sister will bring you medicine!"

"You should have brought him medicine a long time ago, it's not over here!" the master glared at Yingbao, squatted down and stretched out a finger to press Mo Cong's wound, using the cold qi to help Mo Cong relieve the pain.

"Does it still hurt?" asked the master after pressing for a moment.

"It doesn't hurt too much!" Mo Cong replied.

"It's just that I'm temporarily frozen and numb, the injury is not a big deal, just take some medicine! Be careful when you get on the pile in the future! Master didn't fall when he was as old as you."

"It's coming, it's coming, medicine is coming!"

It was the first time Mo Cong had heard Master talk about herself, but she didn't want to be interrupted by Yingbao.

"Mo Cong," "The old man in the yellow robe" looked at Yingbao who was rubbing medicine for Yingbao, and said with a smile: "Your sister Bao is a wonder, she started practicing martial arts in her mother's belly!" After speaking, the old man looked at the surrounding mountains and forests with a leisurely face, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"What do you mean?" Scarry whispered as she glanced back at the "old man in the yellow robe."

"What do you mean, figure it out for yourself!" The old man pursed his lips, looked at his beloved apprentice, and said with a smile: "Mo Cong, don't listen to your sister Bao's nonsense, it's not difficult to practice Master's ** to achieve mixed yuan, as long as you are willing to work hard, three years is enough." However, if you want to reach the level of your sister Bao, you must at least learn to control your soul power."

"Harness the soul power! Imperial Soul Level!" Mo Cong thought to himself: "Sister Bao's cultivation, is it" Mo Cong subconsciously looked at Yingbao, he didn't dare to continue to think, with Yingbao's age to reach the peak of soul power, Mo Cong felt that she was really a goblin who could eat people.

Yingbao didn't think so, and carefully applied a layer of healing medicine to Mo Cong, pouted and said: "Three years, it's about the same! It is very dangerous to walk the pile and run the pile, my sister has a fellow sister, she is too strong, but she knocked her head carelessly, and she was crippled for life, and she had to rely on others to feed her."

"Ahh

Looking at Mo Cong's slightly frightened eyes, Yingbao was secretly happy in her heart, and secretly smiled: "Hmph, little thing, see if you dare to be anxious in the future"

Seeing this, the master shook his head and sneered on the side.