She regards this world as a place for herself to have fun.

Light, lively, yet endlessly released.

In this scene of the interweaving of heaven and people, she is the only one who is immersed in the scene and is in it.

She seemed to fly with the snow over the mountains and rivers and melt in the sunlight, as if she melted into the fragrant earth and turned into the scorching peach blossoms on the trees in the spring, she seemed to merge into the river again, and flowed through the mountains and twists and turns, and seemed to enter the thick hair of the livestock, into the leaky roof, and into the solid ice......

Snowflakes fell on her hair, on her face, and it was cold.

She spun around and finally opened her eyes.

In her eyes, there was a shadow of ice and snow, but she smiled happily.

It turns out that this is Rongwu.

Blend into nature and perceive all kinds of changes......

In this nature, only this snowflake can be transformed into a form.

The river needs it, and it falls into the river and becomes water.

The soil needs it, and it melts into the soil to moisten it.

The ice needed it, and it became one of it......

Even if it disappears, it exists, and even if it exists, it disappears.

It can adapt to various environments and find the greatest value in various environments.

She practiced the various moves of "Breaking the Sky Xuangong" again, starting from the first layer, those moves, obviously the movements were the same as before, but the momentum was completely different.

Sometimes they are rigid, sometimes soft, sometimes rigid and soft, sometimes fast to the extreme, sometimes slow to the extreme, sometimes fast and then slow...... In short, there are no restrictions on all kinds of moves, no restrictions on any fixed formula, just as you like, but also see the moves.

The snowflakes were flying, and the man was moving around, a little elusive.

Yan Zhuo regained his momentum and stood in the snow, steaming all over.

She felt that the internal force in her body was overflowing, and it was just the ability emitted by the internal force, and at this moment, she was already an innate ability of spiritual power!

Sure enough, this martial arts, enlightenment, is extremely important!

She nodded secretly, and silently thanked the creation of a snow gift between heaven and earth.

All things, spirits.

Yan Zhuo moved his steps lightly, walked under the eaves, and before he could walk up the steps, he gently patted the snow on his body and sent them back to the white world, and then he stomped his feet lightly and walked up the steps.

"Miss, drink a bowl of ginger soup. ”

The diligent Xiangrui had already held the steaming ginger soup in front of her.

She laughed, and the joy in her eyes showed the joy in her heart.

"I'm sorry to trouble you~"

"Miss, what are you talking about," Xiangrui pouted as Qingdai learned, "Sister Qingdai is not here, what should I do if the slave doesn't pay attention to these things, so that Miss is sick?"

"It's like learning from her!"

Yan Zhuo chuckled, took the ginger soup, and drank it in small sips.

The slightly spicy, hot ginger soup, as soon as it was entered, carried an unrivaled momentum, completely isolating the cold outside, and killing the slightest bit of chill in her body. On her nose, first she sweated, and then her whole body was warm and hot.

"Now rest assured. ”

"Self-sufficient. ”

Xiangrui responded with a smile, not at all jerky and alienated from before.

Sure enough, people's hearts change people's hearts, and people with hearts will go on for a long time, so why not return to their hearts?

Yan Zhuo closed the door, flashed, and entered the space.

She had just realized a little, and it was also very beneficial to the cultivation of spiritual power.

She smiled at the spiritual power that came to her face, and carefully practiced the spiritual power exercises and sword techniques she had cultivated.

It turned out that she had made a big mistake before.

All moves have only their shapes, but they have no meanings.

It's like a finely carved beauty statue, how can she be agile without a soul? And what is lacking in her moves is this agility, this "soul".

Yan burned out the sword, and then the sword, and kept pondering.

The figure in the sword technique suddenly appeared in her mind.

He walks smoothly, he moves freely, he moves crisply, he is slow and slow, he dances the sword move completely out of his own style, the sword, and the person, and the sword move are integrated, complement each other, and send out the strongest blow......

Moves can be learned, but there are thousands of styles.

How should her sword perform this sword move?

She wanted her sword, sharp enough to withstand the attacks of her enemies, she wanted her sword, nimble enough to be as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, and she wanted her sword to be able to bend rather than bend, to have a backbone, and to be proud......

Most importantly, she wants her sword, like her Dao heart, to move forward, to point her sword at evil, and never kill innocent people!

She decided in her heart, and with a silent recitation in her mouth, she danced her sword.

The sword light flickered, the figure swayed, and when it was young, it was a man and a sword, a sword and a sword move, after running-in, there was a tendency to gradually merge.

The sword is getting faster and faster, the brilliance on it is flickering, the sword moves are extremely smooth and sharp, and the sword momentum is brave and unstoppable, unstoppable, and in the end, all the brilliance is sent out together, bursting out with a shocking momentum!

In the space, for a long time.

This sword momentum has never been seen before, but now it really appeared in front of Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, is this such a big difference between giving a sword a sword and a sword move a "soul"?

She didn't expect that her so-called "soul" was already the rare sword intent mentioned in the book.

What she didn't expect was that she, now, by chance, had already crossed the expressions of fast sword intent and slow sword intent, and initially comprehended what was very consistent with her morality - awe-inspiring sword intent.

Awe-inspiring sword intent, awe-inspiring righteousness!

Yan Zhuowu didn't know it, but he was extremely happy. She stroked the Qingyun Sword in her hand, her eyes were full of appreciation, her movements were gentle, and the sword also shook the sword body slightly, responding to her and expressing its joy and happiness to her.

They are really a perfect match.

Yan Zhuo smiled, put away the Qingyun Sword carefully, and then focused on polishing his "Liuyan Xuanjing" and "Zhaotian Shenshui True Scroll".

Thousands of changes and momentary realizations are completely poured into it, the fire phoenix is more agile and more varied, and the water is more silent, but also silent, and even more trapped in the invisible......

She has gained a lot this time, and this comprehension has even brought her own internal strength and spiritual power to a new level, not to mention that this kind of exercise has been greatly improved.

This kind of improvement is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is difficult to change it. Her eyes were full of joy, and she finally stopped all practice.

Like a hungry person who has drunk enough water, at this moment, she feels very comfortable~