The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Walking on the reckless snowfield, Meng Shuai couldn't help but think of this sentence.

Sure enough, the snow covered the mountain, and the scenery of the sky and the earth were white was very magnificent, but Meng Shuai would rather watch this scene from a distance than experience it himself.

It's so cold

The cold air here is a hundred times colder than the cold wind blowing in Siberia in the previous life, Meng Shuai is wearing a thick fur coat, his whole body is covered with true qi, he almost can't withstand it, his cheeks are wooden, his limbs are stiff, and every step he takes, it is like trekking in a swamp.

Shang Sutian walked slowly on the peak, his posture was light, like dancing on ice, fortunately, the speed was not fast, Meng Shuai gritted his teeth, but he could catch up.

Along the way up the mountain, in addition to the snow, there are occasionally small creatures such as snowcocks and sika deer passing by, Meng Shuai was deeply surprised, I don't know how these small animals resist the cold.

After a while, the snow gradually decreased, and was replaced by ice. The crystal clear ice refracts the light like a mirror, stabbing people's eyes. At a glance, the ice spreads all the way to the top of the mountain, the ice under the feet is colorless and white, but the ice on the mountain changes various colors under the play of light, sometimes blue, sometimes purple, like a fairy tale dream.

Meng Shuai realized in his heart - this must be Bingfeng.

Lin Ling is in the three colds of the snow mountain, which represents "ice"

At the bottom of the mountain, Shang Sutian stopped and said slowly: "Plum Garden Master, Plum Garden Master, why don't you go down the mountain?"

This voice was faint, not high-pitched, and in Meng Shuai's ears, it was no different from ordinary speech. But he had a feeling that the voice had traveled far, far away.

When the voice fell, he heard a man say, "I have something to do today, so let him come up." ”

The voice also suddenly sounded in my ears, as if someone on the other side was talking to Meng Shuai. But there was nothing in front of him, and there was no one at all.

Although there was no figure, the voice Meng Shuai was very familiar, it was the Venerable Lin Ling he hadn't seen for several years.

Shang Sutian listened to Lin Ling's answer and said, "The disciple is yours, and the promise must be fulfilled." With that, he turned around and floated away. The departing figure was agile and ethereal, like snowflakes flying, and the speed was a hundred times faster than before. In the blink of an eye, she was transformed into the snow, like the legendary Snow Maiden, and the fairy trail disappeared.

Leaving Meng Shuai alone in the snow, he couldn't help but be stunned.

I listened to Lin Ling said: "It's noon now, before noon tomorrow, arrive at Meilin, and don't wait for it." After saying a word, the voice fell silent, and there was no more sound.

Meng Shuai let out a long breath, and his breath was frozen by the cold air, turning into thick white smoke, which lasted for a long time.

This hall, I haven't seen him for a few years, it's still the same as in my memory.

Cold on the outside, ...... on the inside Bastard plus three levels.

The person is already on the snowy mountain, the snow girl has gone, and he doesn't know where to go down the mountain, there is only one road in front of him, and there is only one way to climb and reach the top.

Needless to say, walking on ice is a hundred times more difficult than walking on snow. What's more, I don't know what kind of cold ice this is, it is very hard, and it is smoother like glass, and if you go out and slip out, if you fall, you can slide out a few feet away.

Meng Shuai walked half a mile, and it took him a quarter of an hour, and he couldn't go far until it was dark.

He simply stopped and said secretly: "It's too inconvenient to walk like this, you need to change your shoes." ”

It's not an excuse for him to walk on ice, so it's natural to have skates to help. In later generations, there were also special skates for skating, and Meng Shuai still remembered that it was barely possible to make a pair of rough ones now.

At that moment, Meng Shuai used the instruments in the black earth world to break a few swords, and made a pair of crude skates with the blade of the sword, and wore them on his feet.

Sure enough, I walked much faster now.

It's just not at a normal pace.

After all, the ice here is really hard, walking on the ice, it all depends on how much strength you can borrow, the ice layer is softer, the ice blades are sharper, you can naturally borrow more strength, and walk faster. And the ice here is as hard as steel, and Meng Shuai's ice blade is just an ordinary green steel sword, and it takes a trace of true qi to draw a shallow white mark on the ice and push him forward.

Fortunately, he still remembers junior high school physics and knows that friction depends on pressure and contact surfaces. Anyway, this cold ice has been frozen for thousands of years, and it will never be crushed.

It's not hard for the blades to become sharp, just a few seals. But it is troublesome for the true qi to penetrate under his feet and walk, after all, he does not use a moment, but a long journey

In order to maintain long-term operation, adjusting the amount of true qi is the key. If the amount of true qi is small, it cannot cut through the ice, and if the amount of true qi is large, it will waste energy and cannot last

The key to a qiē is all on the control zhì.

Meng Shuai walked while controlling his true qi. When you reach the innate realm, the control of your own strength will not be bad, and a breath of true qi will be released, if you want to become a knife, you will become a knife, and if you want to become a shield, you will become a shield, all of which are trivial things. However, to control the amount of true qi for a long time at a certain amount, as standard as an electronic scale, it is too demanding. That requires a meticulous grasp of true qi.

And the more he went up, the more Meng Shuai felt a kind of pressure. I don't know if the various rays reflected on the ice disturbed his emotions, he became impetuous, and his true qi became more and more difficult to control, either light, or heavy, and even occasionally out of control.

This made Meng Shuai very distressed, and the anger in his heart stimulated his ferocity, and he did not go violent, but calmed down more and more.

The more he can't control it, the more he has to control it, and if he walks on this ice road, he must be perfect for it.

Gradually, he seemed to have entered a mysterious space, accepted the tempering of a level, and gradually grew up in the process of passing through guò. Before, he was constantly struggling to move forward, and his body, spiritual power, and cultivation were all constantly improving, but now, he was controlling his strength.

In the final analysis, true qi control zhì and spiritual power are inseparable, after his spiritual power breakthrough, he already has the potential to carry out more subtle true qi control zhì, but he didn't deliberately polish it. This time the movement of the ice blades gave him a chance to go to the next level in the true qi control zhì.

Along the way, his control of strength has improved significantly, because he noticed his own progress, his mood calmed down, and all kinds of light could not disturb his mind. And the calmer his mind becomes, the more comfortable he is at controlling his power, and he enters a virtuous circle.

It's just that he feels that his mood is stable, he is focused on improving, and he notices the strength, but he ignores the speed.

In order to strive for perfection, he requires excellence in almost every step, so that he will naturally not go fast.

As he walked, Meng Shuai suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing and shivered.

It's cold

Meng Shuai suddenly came back to his senses, and then confirmed the temperature - it was indeed cold.

When I looked up, the sunset was already half covered by snow-capped mountains, leaving only a bright red afterglow, reflected on the ice.

It was already evening.

Meng Shuai was secretly shocked in his heart, the snow mountain was already so cold during the day, and at night, I don't know how cold it would be?

He has done his best to protect himself from the cold during the day, but it is still too cold, let alone at night?

No, you can't freeze to death here.

Meng Shuai looked around, trying to find a place to shelter from the cold and wind, only the surrounding was full of ice, no matter where it was, it was unobstructed.

Suddenly, he saw a black patch on the hillside in the distance, spreading for miles.

Is that...... Pine forest

Meng Shuai was happy in his heart, the pine forest can block the wind, and there are trees and firewood in the forest, which is a good place to camp. If you have to get there, you can weather the cold wind of the night

It's just that the pine forest is not far away, in fact, Wangshan is running a dead horse, and with his speed, it is difficult to arrive before sunset.

Unless...... Spelled

Meng Shuai took out a glass of fresh and hot milk and drank it all. The milk is produced from Qiongniu, which has the effect of strengthening and refreshing, and there is only one cup a day, which is just the right time

After drinking a cup, a stream of heat rushed straight up, Meng Shuai was full of vitality, and the wind was under his feet, running towards the mountain. At this time, in order to save his life, the power control naturally took a step back, but he didn't relax, after all, if he gave up completely, even if his strength increased greatly, he wouldn't be able to run far.

With the urging of milk, Meng Shuai rushed into the woods before sunset.

As soon as he entered the woods, Meng Shuai really felt different, the cold wind was blocked outside the dense woodland, and it immediately warmed a little. And the ground is not covered with ice, but snow, and some of the ground is even exposed.

Meng Shuai didn't care about anything else, so he first swept out a large vacant land with a bare land as the center. Then the pine branches were broken off and a shack was built. At the same time, the ice was shoveled into bricks, and an igloo was built outside the shack.

It is said that the Eskimos on Earth are good at building houses with snow and ice, and the houses are as warm as spring. But Meng Shuai is a mallet, and I don't know where to make a mistake, in a small ice circle, it is as warm as winter.

This winter is still the winter of the earth. It looks like a few degrees below zero. For an innate martial artist like Meng Shuai, it is already very sufficient.

After the talisman was built, Meng Shuai got into it and meditated cross-legged.

In a cold place, it is not easy to have an igloo to live in, and it is enough to meditate and stay up all night, do you really have to lie down and sleep well?

Meng Shuai still fell asleep, albeit in light sleep. He can also insist on not sleeping all night, after all, it is also an innate realm, and not sleeping for a night is nothing. It's just that he wants to practice the Turtle Breath Gong, but he needs sleep. If you also practice in your sleep, you will not be able to freeze if your body temperature drops.

This practice is in the middle of the night. Meng Shuai exhaled and inhaled into the rhythm, and the heat of internal cultivation flowed through his limbs, recovering the stiff bones and blood. Although he was immersed in cultivation, his ears were still supported, listening to the movements in the pine forest. After studying martial arts for many years, don't you know how to be vigilant, even if you fall asleep, you have to keep a distraction.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he picked up a little extra noise.

Outside the igloo, there was movement.

Meng Shuai Huo Ran opened his eyes, but his movements were light and slow. Like a wandering spirit, he lightened his body and slowly approached the door, looking out through the branch fence.

After only one glance, Meng Shuai was stunned.

In the pine forest, there seems to be a figure?