When Zhi Hunt Zhen arrived at the fat tiger's residence, the sky was slightly bright.

It is more like a patched ruin, densely spread out of the cangcanish hills more than ten miles away: countless black brick houses are full of holes, rough and dilapidated, as if a body with stumps and broken bones is densely packed together, leaving only narrow and twisted lanes.

Half of the walls of these dilapidated houses have collapsed, or only half of the roof remains. The remnants are made up with a large number of wooden sheds, wooden fences, and wooden piles, and the rough and dark yellow wood and wall beams are patchworked, like uneven ugly scars.

The doors and windows of every house were closed, revealing only the cracks in the wooden planks. The lanes were mossy and weedy, and the crevices of the rocks smelled of urine stains.

"Why don't you go to Yihong Courtyard to live?" Zhi Hunt Zhen asked puzzled when he stepped over the wall and saw the leaky firewood door of the fat tiger's house.

"Sister Xue said that ambitious men shouldn't live in that dirty place. Fat Tiger casually pushed open the firewood door, didn't see the breeze, and walked through the back door with Zhi Hunting.

Behind the door is a narrow patio with three sides against the wall, which slopes sharply inward, creating a narrow sky two feet long and wide above. The mud bricks on the walls are peeling, moss-strewn, and wooden planks are nailed to many holes. The breeze is holding on to the root of the wall, and is slowly moving, rejuvenating the muscles and bones.

Zhi Hunt really took a step forward and helped Qingfeng: "Sixth Uncle, are you feeling better?"

Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "In less than ten days and a half months, I'm afraid I won't even be able to go far." He forcibly connected with the Yan Hitting the waves, and the Purple Mansion almost collapsed, and most of the meridians around his body were broken. If it weren't for the fact that his heart was too miraculous, he would have been exhausted, and if he didn't die, he would have become a waste. Rao is like this, he still needs a panacea to warm up for years before his injuries can heal.

Zhi Hunt really helped Qingfeng to sit down, paying attention to his expression of wanting to speak and stopping, and immediately found an excuse to break away from the fat tiger. After carefully inspecting the surroundings and confirming that they were all right, he saluted respectfully.

"Kid, you better go alone, Zhang Wuyi will chase after you soon. You are still young, there is no need to accompany Lao Dao to die. Qingfeng sighed softly, and took out a purple jade slip and several blue pills from his sleeve pocket, "There are some gadgets in this jade slip with body skills and skills, which have nothing to do with the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, you can learn it." These three manna pills are solid and purify miscellaneous gases, which are just right for you. Other than that, I don't have anything to repay you for saving your life. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen groaned slightly, took the jade slip, and pushed the pill back to Qingfeng: "The predecessor is seriously injured, and he should take this pill." It stands to reason that I have repaid the kindness of my predecessors before, and I am not hindered to go. It's just that as the saying goes, save people to the end, and there is no habit of giving up halfway. What's more, Zhang Wuyi hates me to the bone, and he is bound to be stubborn, even if I leave my predecessors behind, it will be difficult to escape. It's better to stay here and fight to the death with the help of all forces. It is not yet known who will kill the deer on both sides. ”

Qingfeng stared at Zhi Hunt for a long time, and said meaningfully: "Do you know that whether you are really the prince of Yongning Hou or not, you can't worship me as a teacher." ”

Zhi Hunt's heart was slightly cold: "Senior, in fact, the identity of the disciple ......"

"You can escape Yan Zhenglang's pursuit, of course you have your own secrets, I have no intention of delving into anything. Qingfeng waved his hand to stop Zhi Zhenzhen from going down and said, "If you are really the prince of Yongning Hou, with your status as a high-ranking man, I, a poor Taoist boy, am not qualified to accept you." If there is any other mystery in it, I can't violate the rules of the door and take a commoner as a disciple. Do you understand?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen raised his head, met the turbid and see-through gaze of the breeze, was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't dare to hope to become a disciple of my predecessors, but I want to spend this calamity with my predecessors, and I have no regrets in my heart." ”

"What's the problem?"

"With the realm of refining the void and merging the Tao of the predecessors, it is not impossible to escape from the bottom of Yan Hitting Lang's hands, so why fight to the death and not retreat? The seniors have an unyielding Dao heart, don't the juniors have it?"

When Qingfeng heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Zhi Zhanzhen smiled freely: "Today's adversity hand in hand, in the future, forget the rivers and lakes, what is the suffering? ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the morning light shone through the mouth of the patio, illuminating the weeds in the corner of the wall like a cluster of burning golden-red flames.

Qingfeng suddenly smiled: "Okay, it's the old way who underestimated you." "Unconsciously, I really have a deep affection for Zhijiao.

Zhi Hunt Zhen went back to the house to find the rattan basket, took out the meat pieces, scooped a pot of water, and hurriedly boiled it on the stove until it was half-cooked, and gave it to Qingfeng with blood. He didn't dare to simmer for too long, lest the aroma be too strong and waft out for people to notice.

Qingfeng was no longer polite, a pot of meat quickly went down, he concentrated on pranayama on his knees, absorbed essence, and his face was much better. Zhi Kari really washed his face for him, and then cut his hair for Qingfeng, wiped his whole body, and changed into shoes and socks, taking care of everything.

Qingfeng sat stunned for a while, and a trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes. When I was a child, my mother also combed her hair and washed her face like this, and she still insisted on doing so. Since his mother died of illness, he has done all these things himself, even if he becomes a great master of refining the void and the Tao, he doesn't want to be served.

Just because of that affection, there is no one to replace.

"Kid, how long have you been learning swords?" asked Qingfeng softly.

"About two years. Zhi Kari replied.

"Only two years?" Qingfeng was shocked. Zhi Hunting's swordsmanship is old, and he thought that he had been immersed in it for at least ten years. Such a talent is unattainable even in the once famous river flooding.

"Yes, the juniors got a picture of the palace banquet on a snowy night, so they can only explore and practice by themselves. Zhi Hunt really didn't hide it, and told the truth about this painting. After hesitating for a moment, he even said the Three Killing Machine Sword Dictionary given by Wang Ziqiao. Qingfeng's person, he has a general understanding, to win the favor of such people, the only way to "treat each other with sincerity" four words.

Qingfeng pondered for a long time and said, "You can use the swordsmanship you have learned and let the old Taoist take a look." ”

The morning glow is shining, the brilliance is like a rainbow, the hunt is really swinging a dagger, and the sword is like a dragon. In the sound and light of the sword roar, the figure of the young man gradually overlapped with the self in Qingfeng's memory: on the lonely high cliff, the sword light flickered in the darkness of the fifth watch, and the young man's jumping posture was more like a struggle.

Struggling to wait for the rising sun, which does not know when it will rise.

"All things in heaven and earth come into being from nothing, change from one to one, and return to their roots from nothing. Therefore, everything can be a sword, take its meaning, forget its shape, get its change, and return to its original ......" The breeze bent down, twisted a weed, shook it gently in the wind, and countless points of light bloomed from the tip of the grass.

Zhi Hunt really comprehended, collected the dagger and watched. The weeds swayed in the breeze and changed wonderfully, as if they were connected into an endless grassland ocean.

"For those who do the sword, the sword move is the last, the sword momentum is the heavy, the sword intent is the first, and the sword heart is the foundation. The sword, although it is taken in a straight way, still needs to be understood in the song, and it is "Xuan", "deep", "big", "micro", "far" and ...... "Qingfeng slowly got up and danced with grass. His speed was extremely slow, but the light condensed on the tip of the grass changed instantly, as fast as lightning, and light and shadow intertwined with mysterious trajectories.

This is Qingfeng's kendo path! Zhi Hunting suddenly realized in his heart that although Qingfeng could not teach him the swordsmanship of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, he would unreservedly display the more profound heavenly and human swordsmanship, and his intentions could be described as good.

"Martial arts, arts, and swordsmanship can all be divided into four major realms: refining and refining qi, refining qi and returning to the gods, refining the gods and returning to the void, and refining the void and combining the way. However, the sword qi is too sharp, and it will inevitably hurt the lungs and intestines when it travels all over the body, and it must be constantly purified and melted into the softness of the fingers. Therefore, I subdivide each major realm of kendo into four small realms: heart fasting, sitting and forgetting, chao thoroughness, and seeing alone. ”

"What is Shinsai?"

"Those who are fasting have an ethereal and clear state of mind, and distracting thoughts are gone. "The breeze shook the weeds, shining brightly, and the dust on the grass was gone.

"What do you mean to sit and forget?"

"Those who sit and forget, the state of mind is beyond the object, and the form is detached. The breeze stretched out, and the flickering morning glow blended into the weeds, and Zhi Hunt really couldn't tell whether it was a weed or a glimmer of sunshine.

"What is Asahtoru?"

"Those who go through the morning have a thorough state of mind, and they run through the beginning and the end. The wind stabbed sharply into the air, and the grass stems burst out with boiling light and splashed out. At the same time, a line of golden-red morning light penetrated through the upper patio, and two rays of light collided in mid-air, connecting into a dazzling beam of light, illuminating the surroundings brilliantly.

"What does it mean to see independence?"

"Seeing the only one, the state of mind is integrated with the Tao, and the source is traced back to the source. The breeze let go of his hand, and the weeds drifted down to the place where he had just picked, and the roots naturally sank into the soil, impartial, and accurate.

"Don't get too close to the fat tiger. Qingfeng held on to the root of the wall and slowly walked back to the house, "He has a golden and jade body, one of the four major cultivation bodies, which is the most suitable for refining the human pill of the Shock Refining Void Harmony Dao." ”

Ren Dan! Zhi Zhenzhen froze slightly, and then suddenly said: "I understand." He bent down and solemnly bowed to the breeze's back.

The morning breeze blew, and the weed swayed with the wind, blooming a touch of verdant green.