Heavenly humanity is already an indispensable existence in life for Northern Meditation.

Since he was seriously injured, drifted to the vicinity of Pingyuan Village, and was picked up by his grandmother, Tiandao has always been his means of gathering spiritual power.

Without Heavenly Humanity, he would not be able to condense ice bullets at all, and it can almost be said that Heavenly Humanity is the foundation of his cultivation.

The exploration of heaven and humanity has made him discover many unknown dangers in advance, so that he can take the lead in various battles.

But not this time.

All the methods of the other party are obviously aimed at his heavenly and humane investigation, and they are really unbelievable about what is now in his sea of knowledge.

The difference between unbelievable and untrustworthy is only one word, but it is almost the same for him.

At this moment, he felt as if he had become a blind man walking in the dark.

The other party may be hidden anywhere in Pingyuan Village, and he and Yuan Xue must be under the eyes of the other party.

Just like in Huangsha Town not long ago, Huang Jincheng was able to easily lock his location and imprison him with Jinshagu.

What a Dharma practitioner cultivates is not himself, but the control of the vitality of heaven and earth.

They are also the best at controlling.

Since the opponent has made a move, it is natural to firmly control them in their home stadium.

Bei Ming exhaled a long breath.

The current Plains Village is already a dead village, and there is no other life except for them and the enemy.

Exposed to the other party's gaze, they rashly walked in the dark, only to be quietly torn apart by the claws in the dark.

In that case, let's wait.

......

The only tavern in Plains Village, it has lost all its excitement tonight.

A woman in Tsing Yi sat on the eaves, her bare feet dangling, bright and moving in the not bright night.

She held a long wooden stick with a little sugar stain in her mouth, and it seemed as if the smile on her face jumped with the swaying of her feet in the night wind.

Located in the heart of the village and two storeys high, this tavern is perfect for overlooking the village.

She looked at a certain place in the village at this time, as if her ink eyebrows were gently outlined by the best painter in the world, and she frowned slightly, and put it on her face that was already like a fairy in the painting, which was absolutely lovely.

After a while, she took off the rock sugar gourd she had eaten since the evening, threw it aside, and said to herself: "This is not moving? The third disciple of Wu'an Sword Peak can't really be a coward, obviously he beat that waste very hard when he bullied that waste just now." ”

"I don't just want to put it off until dawn. ”

The girl thought for a long time, and finally only came to this conclusion, her eyes rolled, she smiled playfully, and the whole picture had color.

"How could it be possible for you to get your wish!"

The girl's smile rippled in the night breeze, and with it the strange thoughts in her heart.

She is Ye Xinglu.

Ye Xinglu of the Holy Pavilion.

Among the disciples of this Holy Pavilion, the most restless Ye Xinglu.

As the lucky person who was pointed out by Sima Wuhua to become a member of the WTO, she yearns for the great rivers and mountains in this world, and has not been idle since she came down the mountain, wandering around, looking for interesting things in the world.

Her purpose for coming to Plains Village was very simple—to try the level of the three disciples of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

At the beginning, the Shoreless Sword Peak attacked the Holy Pavilion, and there was a chaotic situation of immortals fighting near the Holy Pavilion, and finally ended up losing both.

She was just an ordinary disciple cowering in a cave in the back mountain, and when she remembered the scene that almost destroyed the world at that time, she couldn't help but be full of curiosity about the Shoreless Sword Peak.

And now the passive behavior of Bei Ming Xiu to avoid war has completely stimulated her curiosity.

If she doesn't force out this guy's true strength, she won't have breakfast tomorrow!

Ye Xinglu has always been a person who does it when he thinks of it and never drags his feet.

By the time the thought crossed her mind, her fingers were already moving.

Her expression suddenly became extremely serious, and her green jade fingers traced in mid-air, and the original naughty girl's temperament disappeared, as if she was a professional painter who focused on painting.

She doesn't paint.

It's a circle.

But her expression and movements still seem to be painting, and it is an interesting picture.

The left hand resists the wood element, and the right hand resists the water element, these are her two brushes.

As her fingers crossed the night sky, the landscape around the small farmhouse gradually changed. Rotten Books Network

The yellow leaves outside the house, like a big tree like an old man in his twilight years, suddenly spit out tender green shoots.

The withered yellow leafy grass near the farmhouse is also returning to its thick green at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The sound of the autumn insects was no longer heard—including the poignant chirping of the autumn cicadas she least wanted to hear, replaced by the song of a yellow oriole that exuded joy.

Accompanied by the sound of birds, on the big tree that suddenly came to life, two lifelike yellow orioles really appeared, looking smart and cute, as if they were chirping.

A gentle breeze blows through the farmhouse and brings life to the scene around the farmhouse.

If the Northern Meditation Cultivator pushes the door out now, he will see a wonderful scene of the revival of everything in early spring.

Even if the scene only covers the small farmhouse and the five feet next to it, it is out of place with the real autumn scenery around it, and anyone who steps into it will feel a lot more happy.

Ye Xinglu is very satisfied with her impromptu work, and in her opinion, this work has more charm than the other twenty-two paintings she painted in Pingyuan Village.

In order to force out the Northern Meditation Cultivator, she completely devoted her mind to it.

She just regretted that she didn't listen to Zhuge Linye's lesson on the magic circle back then, otherwise this painting would definitely be better.

She didn't have a chance to listen to that missed class in the future.

The loss in Ye Xinglu's heart flashed and disappeared, and he immediately smiled.

She had a big heart, at least the guy with the surname Dongfang often laughed at her, saying that she was the most heartless person in the Holy Pavilion.

She thinks she has a big heart.

In both senses, she has a big heart, and she occupies both.

Just like now, as long as Beiming Xiu is willing to come out and admit defeat, as long as he doesn't beg for mercy, she will forgive him for avoiding a fight.

......

There is a painting outside the farmhouse, in which the spring is full of flowers, like a good spring for the recovery of all things.

Bei Ming Xiu did not know that he had become the person in the painting.

He only knew that the pen and ink called spiritual power between heaven and earth had been moved.

Because he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was constantly draining outward, even if he blocked the overflowing spiritual power with heavenly humanity, the effect was not ideal.

Yuan Xue on the side was even more frightened, she didn't have a heavenly body, and the speed of the dispersion of spiritual power could simply be described as bursting the embankment.

Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers, which is a moving beauty, but this scenery can only appear in late autumn, of course, with the help of external objects.

Ye Xinglu sketched the sketch, and the ink that was really used to paint was the spiritual power of the person in the painting.

"Zhou Han!"

Yuan Xue was about to cry in a hurry.

Bei Ming Xiu stretched out his hand to hold her right hand vein, slowly channeling spiritual power into Yuan Xue's body, and shouted, "Don't panic, stabilize your mind." ”

Yuan Xue hurriedly collected her mind, but she still couldn't stop the loss of spiritual power, but seeing the firmness on Bei Mingxiu's face, she subconsciously calmed down a lot.

"Can you cut a big gap in the wooden wall on the right with a single sword?"

Yuan Xue's eyes lit up, nodded again and again, and held the saber with a trembling right hand, and immediately took out the sword without hesitation.

If you want to say that Yuan Xue is not afraid in her heart now, of course she is afraid, and it is not an ordinary fear.

The spiritual power is draining rapidly, and no cultivator can maintain peace of mind.

But she still didn't hesitate to slash out the sword that made her spiritual power flow faster.

Because she believed that they would win this battle, even though she had never seen each other's faces until now.

She has confidence.

The words of the Northern Meditation Cultivator were the source of her faith.

Those who are familiar with the Northern Meditation Cultivation know that the Northern Meditation Cultivation never fights uncertain battles.

He asked her to draw the sword, that is, he had absolute faith.

So she drew her sword.

The wooden wall on the northeast side of the farmhouse was blasted under the sword, but it did not damage the farmhouse at all.

At this moment, the Northern Darkness Cultivator pulled Yuan Xue to jump out of the gap, and the long-standing Cold Shadow Sword broke through the wind, and in front of him was the green grass and young leaves, green willows and yellow orioles, all of which were returned to dust and mud under this sword.

The spring scene is shattered, and the sword momentum is still unfinished.

Bei Ming Xiu jumped up with the sword momentum, and when the rabbit fell, he came to the roof of the tavern.

"I found you. ”