The winter outside the gate is not an ordinary cold, half a month later, the heavy snow for three days, the birds are gone, and there is no green shade in the world.

Sun Zikai was leading a donkey, dressed as a barbarian, walking in the snow, and the knife on the back of his waist had not yet shed blood.

The snow fell in blocks, the cold wind was biting, Sun Zikai couldn't even see what was ten steps away, it was too cold, and the footprints he had just left behind, in the blink of an eye, were buried by the snow without a trace.

At this moment, there was a groan, and a horse lay on its back, half under the snow, and on the side of the horse's belly lay a man whose face was purple from the cold, and his hands and feet were stuck in the snow.

Sun Zikai came over and recognized him as a barbarian, it should be that the horse slipped and fell, this person should have tried to pull the horse up, and he used all his strength, but he couldn't get up.

Sun Zikai squatted down and raised his hand, the hand that was stuck in the snow was already frozen and necrotic, and it was estimated that it was the same with his feet, even if he put it on the stove now, it was useless.

The barbarian's consciousness was already as if it were nothing, but there was still some sound in his throat, Sun Zikai did not relent, and ended his pain with a knife, stripped him of his clothes, untied the reins of the horse, and then draped the clothes on the horse's belly.

As soon as he finished doing these things, another barbarian appeared, came to Sun Zikai's side, looked at the scene, guessed the situation here, and then pointed to the dead man who was stripped naked, and asked, "Your father?" ”

Sun Zikai shook his head and replied, "I don't know." ”

"Then you are blessed." The barbarian rubbed his hands together, "I can finally make a fire." ”

"Make a fire?" Sun Zikai frowned, and said suspiciously: "Where is there dry firewood, let alone such a big snow." ”

The barbarian didn't speak, and it was estimated that he couldn't stand the cold, so he held a knife and cut some branches with snow hanging on it, and put it on the dead man's body, and then took out a fire fold, ignited the dead man's hair, and then his head began, and then the branches began to burn, and a heat wave pushed the wind and snow and pounced on Sun Zikai's face.

The barbarian chopped down a lot of wood, covered it on top of the corpse, and then sat down by the fire, and said, "Of course the wet wood can't be burned, but people can, and there is oil in the body, and it burns easily." ”

The fire burned brighter and brighter, and a scorching smell rose, but fortunately they were in the leeward.

Sun Zikai brought the donkey over, let it fall next to the horse, and roasted the fire together to keep warm.

The barbarian wiped his knife with a block of snow and asked, "Just you?" ”

Sun Zikai nodded, the barbarian sighed, but the killing intent flashed in his expression, and he couldn't hide from the child's eyes, and after more than a dozen breaths, another one was slippery, still steaming, but the corpse with his neck was opened, and was thrown into the fire, Sun Zikai calmly sat on the horse's belly and fell asleep.

About an hour later, he woke up in the snow, put the jug by the fire, roasted it for a while, poured a few mouthfuls for the horse and donkey, and then swallowed it himself, and immediately his blood boiled and he felt much more comfortable. Sun Zikai patted the donkey's buttocks and led the donkey away, and the horse regained its strength and climbed up, but without the reins, it was free.

After walking more than 300 steps to the west, I met a group of barbarians, it was a small tribe, about 20 people, they may not have gotten the way of the barbarians to make fire, and their clothes were very thin, and they were wearing two big leather jackets, all of them were so cold that they couldn't walk, Sun Zikai shivered, touched the snow on his face, and took out the knife behind his waist and walked over.

After a while, he put on a big leather jacket, and the donkey's back was also covered with a large leather jacket, and the knife behind his waist was not yet bloody, so he grabbed a handful of broken cakes and put them in his mouth, and then took a sip of spicy wine, and finally was able to survive the cold and snow tonight.

This night, there are many people who can't get through, the farther west, the more desolate the land, and the fewer people, Sun Zikai understands more and more why the barbarians want to rob, if there is such land outside the pass, it is indeed difficult to live, but he still can't accept the barbarians to run away after grabbing, and rob again in the next year, they can also live in the pass, or also reclaim the land, they are not will, but they are used to plundering.

He had interacted with many barbarians these days, and the barbarians seemed to have been instilled with a uniform way of survival from an early age, and if they wanted to eat, they took it from the person who took it, and if they didn't give it, they cut him.

Sun Zikai doesn't have any mercy for the people outside now, he mixes in it, slaughters the barbarians when he sees them, and never leaves a living mouth, so the barbarians don't know about his existence.

Killing skills, he has been familiar with the body, don't look at him standing up only the height of the horse's belly, three or five adult barbarians combined, not his opponent, he figured out a lot of actions, such as drawing a knife and blowing, the most easy to use, take off the knife and hide it in the cloak, and then in the battle with lightning momentum pull out, or stab or split, often surprisingly winning, only this move, he practiced day and day, night and night, full of more than 4,000 practice.

Later, the position of the knife was improved, the knife was pinned to the left side of the waist, and after the knife was drawn, he could immediately return the knife with his backhand to meet the enemy.

But he didn't mean to be satisfied, he expected that it would go on like this, but after a few years, he would be invincible outside the pass, but when he met those cultivators, he could still only swallow his anger as he did half a month ago, if only there was a cultivator to accompany him to practice killing skills.

Without any way of cultivation, he can only realize by himself, choreographing the actions of slaughtering barbarians for a long time, and he has to fight them every day, at first there are only seven or eight movements, and then they are set, forty or fifty actions are still killing techniques, slowly pondering the order of changing the movements, and then going to the dross to retain the essence, and finally forming a set of techniques, from beginning to end, flowing and powerful, he calls himself a genius, and he is indeed a genius.

He tied a heavy stone to his legs, day and night, and then his arms were tied, and then his body was also tied, but people have limits, and he can't keep getting heavier.

That night he sat under the stars, and the snow had not stopped, and his wine had run out.

When he looked up and saw the moon sinking to the sky, he said to himself: "The moon also has energy, and so does the sun, but the energy of the sun must be strong, otherwise how can I feel hot." Is the sun hot and the moon cold? No, the moon is also very hot in the summer. ”

"Huh? If the heat I feel is the energy of the sun, what if I can find a way to take in more of the sun's energy? ”

Well, that's what he's aiming for tomorrow.

The next day, when the snow was still falling, he was naked, and he felt the sun with his arms open, which was tantamount to death, and he froze, but it was the donkey that saved him by putting his leather jacket on him.

Sun Zikai is not discouraged, there is no way of cultivation, he must realize it himself, and believe that the so-called way of aura must also be realized. Cowering in his coat, he stretched out a hand, and the sunlight hit his hand, the palm was so small, the light would not gather because of his thoughts, it all seemed so weak.

But he didn't give up, he felt that it made sense, the sun's energy must have been absorbed by himself, so he could feel the heat, like eating, his skin was eating light.

Eat?

He used a knife to cut the back of his hand, and then took some powdered herbs and wiped them, the wound was a little painful, it was the result of the body being born to devour the medicinal properties, how do people absorb nutrients? He recalled the medical books he had memorized in his mind, groping for the acupuncture points on his body, where was the spleen and the heart......

He took off his leather jacket and jumped out naked, this time he didn't stand obediently, but started his own set of techniques, but the order of the techniques was messed up this time, it turned out that he corresponded to each action and each nearby acupuncture point, and defined the action in the order of the acupuncture points, and then, he put his body close to the acupuncture points, and cut dozens of holes, before the blood flowed, he applied the medicine foam, and then continued to play every action.

Focusing too much on the acupuncture points and wounds, he sensed the "qi", and the medicine foam passed through the wound and was sent to the acupuncture points, and the acupuncture points flowed through the blood and veins throughout the body, and he felt it

The flowing process, like a wisp of air, he worked harder, the wound broke open again, the blood flowed out, he was almost crazy, the flesh seemed to be screaming, absorbing "nourishment", or energy, the blood was sprinkled on the snow, and soon it was buried by the snow, he felt that he should die, but finally felt a special process, which was the process of absorbing the outside world in his body, he wrote down that process, and slowly redefined the order of all actions according to that process.

He didn't relax, he died and died, no, he couldn't die, not only don't die but also try to live, he stood still in the wind and snow, as if frozen again, a fox saw him, the hungry beast observed for a while, and immediately bit over, the frozen person suddenly grabbed the fox's body, grabbed its belly with both hands, and the hot blood sprayed out, and Sun Zikai put his hands in the belly of the undead fox, feeling the blood in the body through the acupuncture points and wounds, absorbing the nutrients in the fox's flesh and blood, unconsciously, The wounds on his body healed.

When he opened his eyes, the fox was no longer breathing, Sun Zikai found that the wounds on his body had disappeared, he did not let go of any details, carefully observed the fox, and found that the hair on its body did not begin to be so smooth, and it seemed to be much older, he thought to himself, in the process of absorbing, did he take the nutrients of the fox to himself, why did the fox get old?

Why do people get old?

Vitality, yes, maybe people from medicine, food, absorb a part of the nutrients, will turn into vitality, to make up for the loss of their own vitality.

He had always been so whimsical, but without immediately revalidating the idea, his attention returned to daylight.

He slipped back into his leather jacket and wrapped himself tightly, recalling in his mind the process of absorbing it, and then he stretched out his hand, which was four hours.

He didn't sleep, he didn't rely on Fang Cai's crazy actions, he couldn't immediately feel the flow process, he had been exploring, but there was no result, suddenly, he had a whim, took out a knife, stabbed it in the palm of his hand, a small wound appeared, blood beads flowed out, and he understood that the wound in the body was being absorbed, whether it was energy or vitality, anyway, it was absorbing and recovering, he stabbed the mouth one by one in the palm of his hand according to the reaction order of the various acupuncture points in the flow process just remembered, and how many acupuncture points there were in the palm of his handThe order in which they are restored is like the process of desperately absorbing the acupuncture points all over the body, which is a "road", a "road" that allows external things to enter one's body in an orderly manner.

He felt that the palm of his hand seemed to be hotter than just now, although there were many wounds, they were small, and they stopped bleeding after a while, but he carefully maintained the flowing "feeling", such a strange "feeling", ethereal, but it was existent, he had to concentrate on imagining, otherwise the feeling would disappear at any time.

His hand seemed to be hotter, maybe it was an illusion, he felt that the light in his palm had become much brighter, and gradually, he realized that it was not an illusion, because after an hour, his palm was already very dazzling, and after a burning pain, a pebble-sized point of light condensed in his palm.

He was distracted, and the feeling vanished. Holding the point of light carefully, he couldn't hide his excitement, and wanted to shout out, but he was afraid that the ethereal thing in his hand would be blown away.

One accidentally, his finger touched it, as if he had touched his finger directly to the sun, and the sharp pain was only for a moment, but at that moment he couldn't help but not withdraw his hand, he was right, the light quickly merged with his finger, to be precise, it was absorbed by his index finger.

Sun Zikai looked curiously at the small piece of skin under the index finger of his right hand, which was also the skin that absorbed the light point, which could be clearly perceived to harden, and when Sun Zikai pointed his face with his finger, he could also feel a little sun-like heat from that piece of skin.

He was excited, the night came soon, he repeated his old tricks, two hours later, the palm of his hand full of blood, floating with the light of the moonlight, he carefully touched it with the same position of his fingers, the process of absorption was still not easy, after the end, Sun Zikai found that the piece of skin under his right index finger became harder, and at the same time increased the flexibility, it still looked soft, but the hardness was more than ten times the original.

He shouted out with joy that he had found it! I didn't expect him to find it so quickly, this is his own way of cultivation, he called those points of light the essence, the essence of the sun, the essence of the moon, and the first way he cultivated was the way he asked the cultivator a few days ago - self-cultivation.

If you temper your whole body with the essence of the sun and the moon, day and night, will one day, your body become extremely tough, and you can't even cut scars with a sword, and it's even an exaggeration to say that if your whole body is tempered and evolved, will you become infinitely powerful? What about flames, yes, fire can also glow, thunder can also shine, will there be the essence of fire, the essence of thunder, if they are all used to temper the body, what will be the result!

Sun Zikai looked up to the sky and laughed, from tomorrow, he will have goals and plans again.