Liang Jing, a scholar, plans to stay in Buye Mountain, and after reading the Chaoxue Festival, he will return to Liang Mansion.

Li Zijin let him live in Langyu Xiaozhu, where Jiang Xiang once lived, and now he returned to the house of his little sister Hongshao, and found a residence with the four treasures of the study.

The young man knew that this Liang Gongzi was a good handwriter, and if he didn't practice it often, he might regress.

Regarding the fact that Hong Shao is a spirit is born, Liang Jing plans to observe for a few more days, and wait until the end of the Chaoxue Festival to decide whether he needs to "make an extra move" and reveal the roots of this girl in white to Li Zijin.

That's one of the reasons why he plans to stay a few more days.

Li Zijin and the koi girl named Hong Shao had already gone back to their rooms to rest.

Liang Jing stayed in his room, sat in front of the desk, raised his hand lightly, and a picture scroll flew out of his sleeve. To be precise, a picture that has not yet been completed.

On the half-finished scroll, the sky was covered with snowflakes, covering the peaks and mountains, dyeing the heavens and the earth in a snowy color.

No matter how Liang Jing looks at it, he feels that something is missing.

He picked up his pen and tried to add a cypress to the scroll, and from a cliff, "branches were grown".

The heavy snow fell on the cypress leaves, emerald and white, adding an extra color to the snowy sky.

"That's not right. Liang Jing muttered.

It's been a long time, it's been many years ago, and he can't completely remember the snow scene of that day.

In particular, Liang Jing is an extremely serious person, painting a cypress leaf, but also to express the context of the cypress leaf clearly, clearly.

Many details of the snow scene that day have been ambiguously remembered, so he did not dare to write easily, so he could only decorate some of the corners and corners that he was completely sure that he would not make mistakes, and wait for a few days later, when the morning snow festival came, and then supplement and improve the "main scene" in the painting.

This picture of the snow that never sleeps is painted on a whim when he traveled to Taoyao Prefecture when he was a teenager and came to the sleepless mountain.

It's a pity that he didn't make a special trip to the Morning Snow Festival, but by chance, he took a fairy ferry in Liangfu, passing over the night mountain, and saw that it was actually a means of changing the season to make a sleepless mountain, flying goose feathers and heavy snow, pedestrians passing by, and the snow could not be knees.

Only then did he jump on the mast of the Xianjia ferry in Liangfu, sit on the mast, and hurriedly sketched half of the snow scene according to the sleepless mountain below.

It's just that there is not enough time, it was the last day of the Morning Snow Festival, and the snow was about to stop, so Liang Jing was unable to finish the painting, leaving a small regret in his heart.

never thought that this young regret would make up for Liang Jing after the weak crown.

Therefore, after the four days of autumn in the Sleepless Mountain, Liang Jing had to grasp the four winters of the Morning Snow Festival and draw the unfinished picture of the Morning Snow on the table.

Liang Jing waved his sleeves, and then put the picture scroll on the table back into his sleeves, shrunk the ground into inches, and lay on the bed in an instant, and then flicked his fingers, closed all the windows on all four sides and a wooden door, and the candle flame of the fairy family in the house extinguished by itself.

Attributed to the darkroom.

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On Partridge Peak, in the library.

Today's Pavilion Elder did not directly punch Li Zijin unconscious, but after taking the wine gourd handed to him by the young man, he asked with a smile: "Can you feel the changes in your body these days?"

Martial arts has reached its peak, how can the old man who has reached the peak not see the changes in Li Zijin, it is nothing more than "knowingly asking", wanting to take the school examination Li Zijin.

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, and he just put on a defensive posture, thinking about whether he could predict the angle of the old man's punch in advance today, so that he could take one more punch, but he never thought that the ragged barefoot old man in front of him had changed his style of not seeing people and only seeing fists in the past, and actually chatted with Li Zijin first, looking at the harmless appearance of the livestock, and it didn't look like he would shoot immediately.

Even so, Li Zijin still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and in the face of the barefoot old man who didn't play cards according to the routine at all, he had to raise the spirit of three points, thinking that the other party was going to make some surprise attack, such as now, talk to himself first, divert his attention, and then use the moment when he thought about answering, taking advantage of his momentary distraction, and punched instantly.

And the elder next to him, who could see the young man's thoughts, was almost choked to death by Jian Nan Yaochun in his hand.

The barefoot old man gently brushed away the messy hair that blocked his cheeks, glanced at the green shirt with the sword behind him, and sneered: "If the old man wants to punch, what difference does it make if you defend it or not?

Li Zijin was skeptical, if Yuan Tiancheng, the respected deputy mountain master of Buye Mountain, said this, then the young man might really believe it.

But in the case of this barefoot old man, although he is also highly respected, he is a barefoot old man with a more eccentric temper and behavior.

The young man really didn't dare to listen to the old man's side of the story······

However, he still replied cautiously: "The juniors do feel a little lighter, but the juniors only know what it is, and they don't know why." ”

The implication is that he does feel that the speed of his body technique has improved a little, although it will not achieve immediate results, but it is already an exaggerated improvement to be able to make such progress in just a few days.

But Li Zijin didn't understand that he was nothing more than entering the library building and being punched twice, how could he improve his speed in such a short period of time?

The old man, without any accident, still burned the Jiannan in the wine gourd, and dried it up in one gulp, and the drinking method was extremely heroic, and not half a drop of wine was wasted.

Not even a drop of Jiannan Burning Spring was stained on the placket.

Li Zijin was amazed, in his eyes, the old man just raised his head to drink, and then his figure was blurred for a moment, but the young man was completely unsure whether the other party had really "moved".

Ge Lao nodded: "The perception is so-so, and it barely reaches the standard of being able to learn the old man's body method, so from today onwards, there is no need to feed the fist." ”

In fact, what the old man said was not the "so-so" seen from Li Zijin's verbal answer, but by peeking into the doubts in the young man's heart.

That, there was a momentary vague doubt about the figure of the old man in front of him.

Ge Lao's body method, in addition to his own extremely fast speed, more needs cultivators, eyesight is top-notch enough, and if eyesight is too slow, he will not be able to keep up with the speed of his own body.

The figure is fluttering, a hundred miles in an instant, and even he can't find his own position, so he is dizzy, how can he punch and sword at people?

And Li Zijin was able to use the soul building mirror to cultivate and capture the "blur" of his own moment, which shows that the young man's eyesight has also reached the level of practicing his body method.

After passing the bones and eyesight, the real challenge lies next.

The barefoot old man with his hair scattered changed his cynical face, his expression was solemn, and he said with a solemn face: "The kid can see clearly, I will only demonstrate it once, and if you can get a few points of resemblance, it all depends on your creation." ”

The old man no longer completely restrained his momentum, but slightly released a part of the breath of the mountaintop martial arts, but Li Zijin, who was already oppressed, had difficulty breathing.

Wearing a green shirt, his face turned red instantly, and his expression was extremely uncomfortable, but he forcibly lifted his "breath" and stood in place, not being shocked by the old man's momentum and retreating.

The pavilion elder's eyes bloomed with a fine light, squinted slightly, nodded secretly, and said: "My junior martial artist, fighting against others, when you take out that posture of standing up to the sky and the earth, you will not fall, facing an opponent whose realm is lower than you, you should make him feel like looking up at the mountains, and it is difficult to mention a mouthful of martial arts true qi or qi refining spiritual power." In the face of the enemy whose realm is higher than you, you must also face the man's fist and sword, the realm can be invincible to the opponent, but the momentum must not fall behind, let you have a thousand spells, ten thousand kinds of practice, I have a breath of true qi, swallow the sky and eat the earth, and step on the world. ”

Before the old man's voice fell, the yin and yang instruments appeared under his feet in an instant, and the black and white double fish jumped out of thin air, intertwined and intertwined in the air, and finally merged into one.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth turned upside down.

Li Zijin was suddenly brought into the old man's small world.

is actually a martial artist who can sit in a small world at will, Li Zijin thought that the other party may be very strong, eight realms, nine realms, it is possible.

But he couldn't have imagined that the old man in front of him, who was guarding the Sleepless Mountain Library, turned out to be a Ten Realm martial artist who could instantly set up a small world.

The martial artists in the world can only be like ordinary people, no better than the qi refiner, who can live forever and see for a long time.

No matter how high a martial artist's realm is, no matter how many realms you have, whether you are fist in the mountains and rivers, stepping on the eight wildernesses, a hundred years later, a handful of loess.

But the most cruel thing is that even if a martial artist can't have the ability to prolong life and rebel against his fate like a qi refiner, the martial artist's cultivation and realm breaking is no more difficult than the qi refiner's cultivation and breaking through the realm.

There were even some times when it was more difficult for a martial artist to cultivate a breakthrough than for a qi refiner.

A Qi Refiner, as long as he can be a golden pill within a hundred years old, he can become an earth immortal, not to mention extending his life span for a hundred years, within a hundred years, if he can be a baby, he will continue to live for two to three hundred years, and within two or three hundred years, if there is a fate, and then there is a breakthrough, then the life span of five or six hundred years is not a problem.

If you can break through the Yuan Infant and enter the distraction realm within 500 years, it will be a real thousand-year lifespan.

A thousand years have passed, and the mountains and rivers have become red and white, white and green, green and red, but a great monk of the Distraction Realm can be proud of the red dust, sit and watch those secular dynasties, and the emperors alternate.

For those ordinary people, it is already like the stars and moon in the sky, which is almost "eternal" existence.

But Takeo is different.

No matter how talented you are, if you choose a path of refining your body under the mountain and become a martial artist, you are destined to not be able to go to the other end of the road of immortality, even if there is a dragon and phoenix among the people who are not only the seeds of cultivation, but also the bones of martial arts, and the dual cultivation of gas, it is also indispensable.

But such a person is destined to not go high or far in the two things of qi refining and body refining.

The one beside Chang Sisi in the pink coat, the sword cultivator of the dual cultivation of gas, is destined to be stuck in a Yuan Infant Realm, and can no longer advance an inch.

Even if it is difficult to meet opponents in the same realm, but after waiting for hundreds of years, those opponents who were not his opponents in the past have the opportunity to break through to the distraction realm, and then go to the grave of that sword cultivator who is a double cultivator, and put a stick of incense on him with a smile.

is born in the world, after all, it depends on who lives long.

A high realm may not be able to laugh to the end, and only when you live a long time can you laugh at Hongchen.

Laughing at the picturesque and tomb-like rivers and mountains, laughing at the sentimental and ruthless mortals, laughing at the so-called pride of the sky on the mountaineering road, in the end they can only become halfway up the mountain, an ant that is looked down on by themselves.

After climbing the mountain, there is no one around you, friends and enemies, all dead halfway up the mountain, and they will be gradually erased by the years, and finally leave no trace.

Like the man who holds the son outside the sky.

Three thousand Dao Tibet, turned over and over, the melon is ripe, and the back is like a stream.

The brothers and sisters around him were reincarnated hundreds of times, friends and friends, and they died one by one, and the years have been so long that he is too lazy to find their souls one by one.

What about finding it?

Sometimes it's crazy, sometimes it's back to normal.

When he has nothing to do, he will fall into the mortal world, and be a woodcutter today, and a prince tomorrow.

He can be a juggler on the street, a withered old man in the village, a beautiful woman with red sleeves, or a cake seller in the alley.

That is the real Chaowei Tian Shelang, and he ascends to the Tianzi Hall at dusk.

But all kinds of things in the world, after being passed through countless times, are nothing more than two words.

Boring.

Therefore, at this moment, in front of Li Zijin, this martial artist of the Ten Realms, at the age of ancient times, has "reached the top" of martial arts, which is not easy.

Before Li Zijin was shocked, the old man who was full of momentum flashed in his eyes again, and he didn't have to restrain his momentum, and he didn't have to worry about the magic weapon of the immortal family in the library of the Nightless Mountain, which was torn apart by a body of true qi, and the old man showed him the true momentum of a mountaintop martial artist for the first time in front of the young man's eyes.

The old man's mind moved slightly, and in the small world, in addition to the sun, moon and stars, there were mountains and seas.

"Boy, look closer. ”

Before the words fell, the small world was already covered with dark clouds.

In the clouds, thunder and lightning roared.

The old man with his hair scattered all over his body, exuding true qi that was enough to tear apart the robe of the Rank Immortal Family, a high-grade holy weapon, gently beckoned to the Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder in the clouds.

In an instant that was even shorter than a moment, the Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder, which was manifested in the old man's mind, suddenly fell from the clouds.

Not one.

It's a count.

Li Zijin saw that the old man was in the midst of several cloud thunders, punching non-stop, not a single punch missed, his fist hit the cloud thunder, and after hitting the oncoming cloud thunder with his punch, he retreated, so that those cloud thunders couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

After a few cloud thunders, they turned into more than a dozen, and then into dozens.

In the end, countless Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder smashed down together.

They were dodged by the old man one by one.

And those Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder, which were smashed by the old man with his fist, were as if they had touched something even more indestructible, and they were cut off by the waist and split into two.