In the first fight on the snowy mountain, Ren Pingsheng lay down for half an hour before slowly struggling. After being beaten by the old man, his muscles and bones were unharmed, and his surface skin was even more bruised, and it was the kind of pain that was more painful than the injury.

I finally got down the hill and returned to the blacksmith's shop, and it was almost noon. The master didn't ask him if he died, but just explained, "The sword embryo that fell today will be repaired by myself at night." ”

Fortunately, the senior brother was righteous, and when he left the Xiangzheng Yamen in the evening, he came over to help refine the sword embryo. One night, I couldn't help but chatter, I couldn't ask my brother where to fool around in the morning, and then there was a lot of bitter talk, sophistication, and insight;

Early the next morning, he still went to the snow-capped mountain cliff without the slightest hesitation. It's not that you're not afraid of the old man in black, but if you want to practice swords, you can't hide.

Besides, once you dodge, you will want to hide again and again, and you will never be able to raise your head again. This is not the truth, but in the past nearly 12 years, he has deeply experienced.

On this day, he had no chance to practice his sword, and when he arrived at the cliff, the old man was already waiting there. Then, there was another good beating without accident, and it hurt all over the body until he couldn't stand up again.

Day 3...... On the eighth day, Senior Brother Chen Mu felt that the number of sword embryos that the little junior brother worked overtime every day to refine the sword embryo was increasing!

"I said, junior brother, are you a little precocious? Which family did you kidnap the girl? Tell the senior brother, this matter is not ashamed. If she has an older sister in her family, with your senior brother and me, plus her current status. It will definitely be okay for our brothers to divide the sisters together, but we can achieve a good story that spreads all over the mountains of no return......"

Ren Pingsheng didn't have the strength to break with him, so he only shook his head and continued to strike iron. Tomorrow, I'll have to wake up early.

"It's not good if you eat alone like this. ”

......

In the blink of an eye, the winter solstice is approaching, and one day, Ren Pingsheng suddenly realized. These days, where is he practicing swords, he is simply going to be beaten. The sword is in his hand, and he is in the Desperate Mountains, but he has long lost the feeling of the sword.

As for where the sword intent is, where the sword intent goes, there is no trace.

The old man really had ill intentions and sinister intentions. He doesn't kill people, but he punishes his heart!

wielding a hammer in the blacksmith shop, sitting on a pile, walking a pile, every time he uses his sword intent, his mind is full of the appearance of Jia Bancong beating people. Fortunately, tomorrow is the winter solstice, and it is also his birthday, and on this day, Ren Pingsheng will not be beaten.

Early in the morning he had to go with his master to the north, the source of the river that crossed the plain.

It's not that I'm hiding, it's that there's something going on. Ren Pingsheng suddenly discovered that this was the birthday he was most looking forward to in his life.

The source of the river is the northern vein of the Snow Mountain, the foot of a mountain called Wujian Mountain, which is located in the northwest high place of the plain.

This place was originally lush with trees and meadows, but in the middle of winter, it was full of dead trees and yellow grass, and it was a withered scene.

The morning dew is shining, the morning mist is boundless, the frost grass is green, and the dead trees are withered.

Ren Pingsheng followed his master, wading barefoot in the cool stream, and carefully felt the texture of the fine sand of the riverbed under his feet. This river, not to mention the source at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, even if it meanders all the way for nearly 100 miles, flows outside Si'an Village, it is cold to the bone in winter.

I don't know the relationship between practicing swords, or I swallowed that Yajiang Demon Pill for many years, and now I am in the ice water from the melting snow in the high mountains, I just feel that my skin is cold, and it is not very cold.

Yuan Dazhu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, "The physical properties of this sword, regardless of yin and yang, contain it, and it is a piece of energy." The two qi are divided into yin and yang, and the two qi of yin and yang, which flow with the flow of goods and the biochemistry of all things, are divided into five genera; the so-called five genera are what people often call metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. ”

"So that kind of mineral sand, which contains a lot of energy, is impossible to find in the current world. We can only settle for the next best thing, find the place where the five qi return to the source, and take the mineral sands that are balanced by the five qi. Only by casting a sword can we cast the charm of this iron sword. ”

Then Yuan Dazhui told his apprentice a lot of methods of observing qi and looking at the pulse, starting from the overall situation of heaven and earth, the situation of mountains and rivers, to the direction of qi and veins of one mountain and one river, one place and one acupoint. Then he talked about the vitality characteristics of each genus and species, looking at the law, and proving the law. Then there is the image of a grass, a tree, a bird and a beast, a person and a thing, and the introverted nature......

Ren Pingsheng has never heard the master say so many words at one time, as if this time he entered the mountain, not to look for mineral sand, but to become the master to teach the way of hope on the spot.

Especially when it comes to the five qi in the small world of the human body, the method of concentrating on the essence and looking inward, and opening the door and expanding the house, Ren Pingsheng listened to it very attentively. Whenever there is something difficult to understand, interrupt the question.

More than half a year ago, his father told him that the monks under the mountain practiced the seven realms of qi, and the first realm was Wangqi.

Although he didn't know if the hope that the blacksmith said was the same thing as the hope that the monk cultivated. But it's not a bad thing to learn first.

In order to evenly balance the five qi and create the mineral sands that imitate the sword, it needs to be collected in four times, namely the winter solstice, the summer solstice, the spring equinox, and the autumn equinox. In the four seasons, the four genera of water, fire, wood, and metal are respectively sought. As for the soil, in the mineral, the soil is already strong, so there is no need to ask for it.

In this way, the construction of the imitation sword will not start until at least tomorrow after the autumnal equinox.

Everyday swords are directly cast from pig iron folding steel. And now, this iron sword, which has no blade, simple shape and rough craftsmanship, has to directly select the most primitive iron ore to be smelted. In this regard, Ren Pingsheng did not expect it.

Before he didn't let himself sharpen his sword rashly, Ren Pingsheng knew that the master must have his reasons, but he didn't expect that even the creation of an imitation sword had so much attention.

This time to collect mineral sand, the master just moved his mouth, Ren Ping was vivid, and the requirements were very much, often he was in a hurry to pick up a large pile from the water, and then the master shoveled all back into the river; after picking and picking, it was already very good to be able to leave one or two catties.

From early morning to dusk, the mineral sand that can enter the master's eyes is no less than seventy or eighty catties. After the mineral sand was bagged, it was all pressed on Ren Pingsheng's shoulders. Master Yuan Dazhui shook his empty hands and led his apprentices back to the blacksmith shop in Shanghezhai on foot.

The senior brother is still understanding, not only prepared a table of good wine and good food to wait, but also had two more guests at home, it was the Feng sisters who helped buy vegetables day and night and couldn't enter the door.

On the Mountain of No Return, the winter solstice is not only a festival, but also the birthday of Ren Pingsheng. Although he had never mentioned it to his master and brother, this day felt that it was his first birthday in his life.

There are the rough wine orders of the master and the senior brother, and the two eldest sisters are shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and the pulse and warmth of the vegetables are frequently sandwiched.

Could it be that in the homes of people who are always happy, it is like this every day......

That night of the winter solstice is indeed the daily life of many people's families, but for Ren Pingsheng, it is destined to be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Early the next morning, still without accident, I saw Jia Bancong on the cliff. The old man in black didn't even ask, yesterday, Ren Pingsheng hid there.

Of course he wouldn't ask, because if Ren Pingsheng avoided it from now on, it was exactly what the old man wanted.

That is, after a winter solstice, although the young man still fell with one punch, he could hit as far as he wanted, but the old man in black was surprised to find that every time he attacked, there were signs of being disintegrated by the opponent's body.

Although this kind of sign is very small, it is still not a trivial matter for a martial artist with a high realm.

In the past, he was hit three times, and Ren Pingsheng fell to the ground and was unable to use his sword. But today he was punched four times, and he only lay down for a while, and he was still able to struggle to kneel and sit up, but he didn't sit firmly and lay down again.

Jia Bancong, as the owner of the powerful martial arts hall, has to open the hall regularly every day to teach boxing, and he can't spend a long time here with him. But Ren Pingsheng doesn't care, anyway, no matter how strict the master is, he has always been very conniving with being late and missing work. As long as you can beat me enough of the fallen sword and iron embryo at night.

So Ren Pingsheng can afford it, but the old man can't afford it.

Seeing Ren Pingsheng lying upright in the snowdrift, Jia Bancong had lost interest and hurried down the mountain. Surprisingly, as soon as the old man walked on his front foot, Ren Pingsheng turned over and stood up.

He began to practice swords!

In this boxing session, Ren Pingsheng's fear was greatly reduced, but anytime, anywhere, for everything around him, and even for Jia Bancong's every move, he was carefully observing his feelings with the method of hope taught by his master. Wisps and vague, in order to be in the opponent's fist and fist intent, although it is still stormy and vulnerable, but its own sword heart, offensive and defensive sword intent, but there is a kind of self-generated and natural feeling when encountering the enemy.

This feeling, even if it is extremely subtle, he must quickly consolidate it and experience it carefully.

fell to the ground before, he did have the element of acting, but against Jia Bancong's fist, he did not hide the improvement of his resistance ability at all.

Only in this way will the old man not be suspicious.

Now, Ren Pingsheng is beginning to look forward to the old man's boxing.

In order not to arouse Jia Bancong's revenge, every day after that, Ren Pingsheng continued to be punched, and he also continued to pretend to be garlic, and he was very well handled.

The old man didn't care about the firmer and stronger muscles and bones, and the ability to resist was getting stronger and stronger. But a swordsman, no matter how strong his body is, once the sword heart is broken, he will become a waste.

The so-called well-developed limbs and simple mind are superficial. Superficial stuff is often effective.

Ren Pingsheng came out of the sword, and he became more and more disciplined, meticulous, and orderly, and the old man seemed to be very satisfied with this.

It's just that once the old man leaves, the young man will quickly get up from the ground again, and at this time, the mad demon is wild, dripping and happy, and there is no discipline at all, as if he has completely changed people.

Before the end of the year, not only was his sword intent more condensed and stable, but his cultivation of the four styles of Heavenly Desolation, Heavenly Length, Heavenly End, and Heavenly Hanging was actually faster than the original four styles before, and his sword intent was more pure.

The old man's feeding boxing has not had much effect, so in the last few days, he has not gone out to practice swords. simply hid in the blacksmith shop every day, hammered the sword embryo, perceived the physical properties, and entered the country, and practiced happily.

This also happened to fulfill the old man's wish, and sometimes it was not necessarily a bad thing to show weakness to the enemy.

When I break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, a hundred flowers will bloom.