"There are a total of seven styles of this thousand-year-old cold silk, and the rest are 'Wind and Thunder Jue', 'Life and Death Suo', 'Burning Sky Yin' and 'Killing the Gods'. Leng Jiuming said, taking out a booklet from his sleeve, which was as white as snow, and placing it on the table.

"This is the move and mind of the thousand-year-old cold silk, I believe that with your understanding, it should not be a big problem. Starting from the 'Wind and Thunder Technique', you need to absorb the cold power hidden in the thousand-year-old cold silk for your own use, so you must practice in a confined place that is extremely cold. ”

"That's the stone chamber you see on the left at the top of the mountain, and that's why I let you live on the top of the mountain. First make tea and drink the remaining Chonghua grass, memorize the thousand-year-old cold silk method tonight, and wait for me in the stone room at noon tomorrow. ”

After Leng Jiuming said these words, he didn't give Hua Wuying any chance to ask, and stood up and left the room in a flash.

Hua Wuying looked at the booklet that read "The Secret Book of Thousand Years of Cold Silk", and then at the teapot in her hand, and finally completely recovered from Leng Jiuming's words.

Open the teapot again, put the rest of the Chonghua grass into the teacup, Hua Wuying picks up the kettle and puts it on the stove to heat, and takes it off when the spout of the kettle rises again.

The hot water rushed into the tea cup again, and the tea brewed from this chonghua grass was still as strange as the one just now, but at this time, Hua Wuying's mentality towards it was completely different. She knew that it was a rare thing, and even something that everyone wanted, and Leng Jiuming gave it to her so easily, sure enough, it was lucky to have such a master.

When the temperature of the tea was suitable, Hua Wuying slowly drank the Chonghua grass tea that could only grow into a plant for thousands of years. The colorless and tasteless tea entrance is indescribably bitter, except for the bitterness, the already lukewarm tea down the throat actually brings a burning sensation like fire.

The burning sensation was stronger than the strongest wine, and Hua Wuying only felt that a fire burned down her throat all the way to the dantian.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to be in a sea of fire, and every meridian could clearly feel the burning of the fire, as if it was going to burn her whole person.

Hua Wuying was tormented by this burning, at first pacing back and forth in the room impatiently, and finally evolved into a whole person rolling on the ground without any image. It seems that only by constantly tumbling can the fire that burns in the body from the inside out be extinguished.

Hua Wuying's consciousness gradually blurred, she forgot the Ember Mountain, forgot the Cold Mountain Villa, forgot the thousand-year-old cold silk, forgot the Chonghua grass, and even forgot who she was, she only saw the raging fire in front of her, and the sea of fire churned to destroy her......

I don't know how long it took, but the torture of Hua Wuying's whole body being burned finally stopped, and she sat up from the ground, and her eyes were clear again.

The bright sunlight poured down from the gate and from the window lattice, and it turned out that he had been burned by the "fire" of the heavy Chinese grass all night.

Hua Wuying felt a little incredible looking at the sunlight shining into the room, and what made her even more incredible was that she could feel the spiritual power surging in her dantian.

She hadn't experienced this kind of feeling since she had given her cultivation to Qing Ci, and now, she actually felt the surge of spiritual power, that familiar power, the familiar heat flow flowing down her meridians......

Hua Wuying sat cross-legged on the ground in surprise, pinched his hands and made a decision, closed his eyes and breathed up, and felt refreshed after running for two big weeks.

Her previous cultivation actually came back, although only half of it, but this was already a thing that made Hua Wuying extremely excited. It turned out that after drinking the tea made from Chonghua grass last night, the fire all over her body burned to help her rebuild her cultivation.

Hua Wuying walked to the table and quietly looked at the two cups of tea that had been drunk, if she hadn't taken the tea to test Leng Jiuming at will, wouldn't she have completely recovered her former cultivation at this time, and even surpassed it?

Thinking of Leng Jiuming's expressionless face when he drank the tea, and the fact that he sat at the table and said these words for a long time in a calm manner, so that his whole body could still be so leisurely and calm as if he was burned by fire?

Hua Wuying couldn't help admiring Leng Jiuming from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't have time to express her admiration right now. Seeing that there was not much time left before noon, Hua Wuying hurriedly went to carry water to bathe, change out of the dirty clothes that had been rolling on the ground all night last night, and then hurried to Lingxiao Hall for lunch.

At noon, the sun was shining, and there was no shade near the two stone chambers on the top of the mountain, and Hua Wuying stood in front of the door of the stone chamber on the left side that Leng Jiuming said.

Hua Wuying stood for about half a stick of incense under the scorching sun, and Leng Jiuming came to the door of the stone room, and with a flick of his fingers in the air, the heavy stone door slowly opened in front of the two of them.

"Master?" After the stone door opened, Leng Jiuming didn't move or speak. Hua Wuying hesitated for a moment and called.

"Let's go inside. Leng Jiuming seemed to be distracted, and then he stepped into the stone room.

Hua Wuying hurriedly followed, after all, standing on the top of the mountain to bask in the sun, or the scorching sun of this midsummer, is not a pleasant thing.

After the two of them entered the stone room, Leng Jiuming raised his hand, and the stone door behind him closed heavily.

What appeared in front of Hua Wuying's eyes was a stone path that only allowed one person to pass, and there were wall lamps embedded on both sides of the stone wall, extending all the way in. Leng Jiuming led the way in front, and Hua Wuying only saw the unexciting white clothes in front of him.

The more she walked in, the more cold she felt, and Hua Wuying suddenly missed the scorching sun that she had just disliked just now, and for a while she couldn't tell if it was the stone room getting colder and colder, or the cold emanating from Leng Jiuming, who was close to her.

But soon, Hua Wuying got the answer, and it suddenly became clear in front of him, no longer a narrow stone passage that only allowed one person to pass, but a spacious cold stone room.

The stone chamber in which he was was lit by dozens of ever-bright lamps was as bright as day, and Hua Wuying could see the thick ice wall clearly, even the ice under his feet was also the ice, as if he was in a huge ice cave.

When Hua Wuying was still looking around, Leng Jiuming had already found a corner to sit on the ground, to be precise, it should be Xi Bing, he had closed his eyes casually and pretended to sleep, and his calm face seemed to be asleep.

"You can start practicing. Leng Jiuming's faint voice sounded, and his eyes were still closed.

"Yes. Hua Wuying was clear, and immediately took out the thousand-year-old cold silk secret book from his bosom after answering, quickly went through the move map of the wind and thunder technique, and then began to practice with the mental method he memorized last night.

In the cold ice stone room, the thousand-year-old cold silk that swayed out with the shadowless flowers was accompanied by a swishing sound in the sound of clothes flying.

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"The wind and thunder trick is about the combination of rigidity and softness, soft as the wind when it starts, and if it is powerful when it is closed, your strength is far from enough. Leng Jiuming and his faction stood aside leisurely with their eyes closed, and just listening to the voice, they pointed out the flaws that Hua Wuying had when he made a move.

According to Leng Jiuming's guidance, Hua Wuying made adjustments one by one, and with her cultivation, she was not afraid of the severe cold of this cold stone room, and she could absorb the cold power in the thousand-year-old cold silk for her own use. It was only at this time that she truly realized the true use of the thousand-year-old cold silk that had followed her for many years.

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