Wang Qingyuan watched the snowflakes flying outside the hall, the cold wind was cold, blowing in through the broken windows, whining like crying.

The bonfire swayed, and the roasted golden roe deer gradually blackened and burned to ashes.

In the end, Wang Qingyuan closed his eyes and put the knife in front of his knees, he calmed down, and calmed down his restless mood on the edge of calming down.

As soon as the winter solstice passed, it was even colder in the Xuantian Dao Mountain.

Ziwei Palace was snow-white, even the ruins and broken walls were buried, and outside the Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan was swinging his fists in the snow.

He exhaled and breathed very long, his arms were naturally stretched, at this time the boxing frame was not the same as before, or rigid or soft, but a combination of rigidity and softness, he pinched the fist print, and the temperament of the body was constantly changing, sometimes like a wall standing thousands of feet, sometimes like a dry sea, sometimes like a fire burning the plain, and then like the sea of stars ups and downs, there are thousands of trees into a forest.

The heart is like fire, the lungs are like gold, the liver is like wood, the spleen is like soil, and the kidneys are like water.

This is already a cultivation that belongs to the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", there is no fixed fist frame, and all comprehension depends on the practitioner himself.

Even if the cold wind is like an ice knife and a snow sword, Wang Qingyuan's whole body is as warm as a furnace, a thick white mist rises around him, he walks and steps, ups and downs in the sea of fog, and the ice and snow melt wherever he passes.

After a fist fight, Wang Qingyuan stopped his body, his internal organs and five organs were a little numb, and he seemed to be stronger than before, and with a body of qi and blood, it seemed that he had begun to exceed the limit of the consummation of the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong" before.

However, the consumption is huge, far beyond Wang Qingyuan's imagination, just a fist fight, and the blood contained in the demon bear broth for breakfast was empty all of a sudden.

"Poor and rich in martial arts, if it is those rich children and famous families in the outer courtyard, I am afraid that when it comes to the cultivation of this level of kung fu, there will be a steady stream of demon beast blood food under the mountain, and even many health pills to replenish vitality, and the average small family, and even the disciples of the cold sect, even if they realize the essence of this layer of kung fu, they can only rely on the accumulation of time and months and slowly boil it. ”

Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath and decided to take another trip to the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak.

This time the sect is bigger, and I am afraid that the outer courtyard will have an undercurrent, and there will not be much time left for the three of them.

And after a few days of not coming out of Ziwei Peak, as soon as he walked in the Xuantian Dao Mountain, Wang Qingyuan noticed a lot of strange eyes.

"The body footwork of "Purple Feather Thrilling Steps" is ranked among the peerless body methods, and even the seeds of true meaning are available, not that the understanding is too poor, and they can successfully accept the inheritance. ”

"The martial arts above the third order are included in the Xuantian Dao inheritance, according to common sense, although our disciples are in the outer courtyard, they are not yet considered beginner disciples, only after successfully building the foundation, opening up the dantian, and nurturing their own vitality, will they be engraved with the life card and included in the back hall of the ancestral hall, after that, they can have the opportunity to contact the inheritance of the second order, or even stronger exercises. ”

"However, someone has checked my Xuantian Dao historical records, and this "Purple Feather Shocking Steps" seems to be one of the body methods of Ziwei Peak back then, known as the flat step in the sky, straight up to the ...... of the nine heavens"

Some outer courtyard disciples whispered, their eyes vaguely sweeping over Wang Qingyuan in the distance.

"The Qingying in the outer courtyard of the Cloud Rolling Peak is also a waste, and it has just built a foundation, and it was actually defeated by this Wang Qingyuan. ”

"It's just that it relies on the Quartet Emperor Sword, and whoever I wait for to get this inheritance can also do it. ”

......

However, from beginning to end, no one really approached Wang Qingyuan, he seemed to be isolated, and everyone was as far away as a monster.

At first, Wang Qingyuan frowned, but soon he was relieved, smiled freely, and strode away.

The outer courtyard of Cloud Roll Peak.

After the winter solstice came again, Wang Qingyuan felt the solemn breath floating in the air, there was a smell of tension, not long after stepping into the gate of the outer courtyard, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were slightly awe-inspiring, he noticed that some pavilions and courtyards passed out of the air as if there was nothing, some eyes fell far away, and did not escape his spiritual perception.

None of them are weak, even Wang Qingyuan grasps the qi, the master of these eyes is far stronger than the Qingying of the day, and is not even at the same level at all.

Foundation building figures, inner disciples!

As soon as Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, he understood that this was the coming of the lunar month, and these introductory foundation building disciples in the outer courtyard, who were usually not in the mountains and walked Kyushu to practice, all returned one after another, and began to practice retreat to consolidate the gains of a year.

Even Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power was released, looking at some quiet courtyards in some corners from a distance, it seemed that there were stoves burning, and that kind of scorching and vigorous qi and blood was definitely not something that the seventh layer of the ordinary "Xuantian Gong" could have.

On the martial arts field, as Wang Qingyuan walked by, some disciples stopped their bodies and looked at him far away, so out of place, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were indifferent, and his spiritual power captured everyone's expressions, the more peaceful his mood was, and the warmth and coldness of human affection were just the best nourishment for him to temper his spiritual power now.

Approaching the end of the month of the month, the taste of herbs in the courtyard of Jingwu Taoist people is much lighter, and there is a fragrant medicinal gas overflowing, inhaling a mouthful, the blood is rippling, the spirit is clear, this is Danxiang.

"You're here now, and it looks like you've got some news. ”

Jingwu Taoist glanced at Wang Qingyuan deeply and said: "Endure what others can't bear, and if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan." ”

"The swordsman would rather bend than bend, and the swordsman will also. Wang Qingyuan said calmly.

With a chuckle, Jing Wu Dao said: "You are extreme, my Xuantian Dao also has a first-order knife technique "Nine Heavens and Thirteen Blades", which was created by the first generation of Donghua Dao people. ”

Wang Qingyuan shook his head and said: "Only take it in the straight, don't ask in the song, the Donghua Dao people are wrong, it is not a sword, nor a knife." ”

Well?

Jingwu Daoist raised his eyebrows, showed a look of surprise, and said in a deep voice: "What kind of cultivation and realm are you, the knife is a little clearer, and you actually dare to question the sword technique of the first generation of Donghua Daoist; You must know that the Donghua Dao people inherit the east of the Sifang Emperor Sword. ”

At this moment, the air in the entire courtyard became stagnant, Wang Qingyuan felt a pressure, from the spiritual level, he exclaimed in his heart, this Jingwu Daoist cultivation is profound, and he suppresses the spirit between breaths, when he first said that he can set foot in the realm of the first order after half a year, at the moment, I am afraid that there is still some modesty.

However, he was not moved, and said: "The sage is still three provinces of my body, shameless to ask, I also have shortcomings, if I am self-contained, where is my world Kyushu peace and prosperity, all kinds of miracles and wonderful methods emerge in endlessly, this land has long fallen, for the demon fish meat." ”

Shaking his head, Jingwu Daoren's face softened slightly, and said: "You are a good talker, since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you, just say, come to find me something." ”

Wang Qingyuan took off the package behind him, jingled, and after untying it, it was more than 400 taels of silver, of which 200 taels were snow silver, which was in excellent condition, and the other 200 taels were ordinary silver, which was slightly darker, but they were all complete silver ingots.

In addition, there is an old mountain ginseng, which was obtained by the three of them under the ancient laurel tree in the Xuantian Dao Mountain.

"Well, the thirty-year-old mountain ginseng, it seems that it has not been picked for two months, it is rare to find it in the mountains, and there are more than four hundred taels of silver, what do you want to exchange. ”

"Six Heaven Opening Pills. ”

Jingwu Daoist glanced at Wang Qingyuan, and said with a smile: "You are simple, good appetite, the Kaitian Pill is my Xuantian Dao's unique Zhuji Dan, the medicinal power is mellow and mild, endless, the most suitable for my Xuantian Dao's "Xuantian Gong" practice, you can help build a foundation and break through, open the world, every month the entire outer courtyard does not have a few supplies, as soon as you open your mouth, you want six?"

"Condition. Wang Qingyuan remained calm.

Nodding, Jing Wu said: "It seems that your "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is really getting started, acting in a grand manner, and even talking about the conditions is so decisive, but if you read the book of sages, you should understand that the friendship of gentlemen is like water, there is a pay, there is a reward is the way, and getting something without work will only lead you astray." ”

Turned around and walked into the house, and when he came out again, a pure white porcelain bottle the size of a baby's fist was thrown into Wang Qingyuan's hand.

"Half a year later, if you don't die, I want you to help me cut myself. ”

A self-slash?

Wang Qingyuan frowned, what did he cut?

Waving his hand, Jingwu Daoist didn't explain, and didn't wait for Wang Qingyuan to agree, so he turned around and walked straight into the house.

Descending the mountain, on the way home.

In front of Ziwei Palace, the moment Wang Qingyuan stepped into the palace gate, a ray of sword light slashed obliquely, swift and fierce, giving birth to a whining sound.

A hand was raised in the middle of the room, bent his fingers, flicked in the air, the bell sounded, accompanied by an exclamation, a slightly immature figure flew out sideways, and fell into the snow a few feet away.

In front of the crape myrtle palace.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the embarrassed figure in the snow, he couldn't stand up after crawling a few times, covered with snowflakes, and most importantly, this was a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was wearing a cyan silk robe.

Static characters?

Wang Qingyuan frowned, this young man looked like a sword eyebrow, very delicate, but there was a sense of recklessness and stubbornness between his eyebrows.

At this moment, although the young man was almost shaken away and struggled to get up, his eyes that looked at Wang Qingyuan seemed to be light, and he was very excited.

It was also that he didn't perceive the murderous aura and murderous intent, and left most of his strength, otherwise, Wang Qingyuan couldn't guarantee whether such a young man who seemed to have just grown his muscles and bones and had just begun to practice would survive.

"You, you are Wang Qingyuan. ”

The boy struggled to get up, his teeth chattering, and he took a few deep breaths before he stood still, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, the young man's tone was wanton, not polite at all, especially those eyes, as if he regarded him as a bag, but he still maintained a kind of purity.

Digging in his arms, the young man took out a white jade bottle, poured out two wax pills at will, pinched it with his hand, and revealed a rich Dan fragrance, the pill was bright yellow, crystal clear, the young man didn't look at it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed his stomach.

Just after a few breaths, Wang Qingyuan was a little moved, the young man seemed to be a fine person, stretching his muscles and bones, it seemed that his strength and scattered muscles and bones had recovered as before, and his complexion became even more ruddy, which was a sign that the qi and blood were full to almost overflow.

Although Wang Qingyuan does not understand pharmacology, and Taoist alchemy is even more ignorant, there are some records in the eighth volume of the "Tao Sutra" Medicinal Stone Chapter, such as such a nourishing qi and blood, relaxing the muscles and activating the elixir, generally called the Yuanqi Dan, the Yuanqi Dan is also divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, but even if it is the lowest lower grade, it is not something that ordinary people can afford, and some Danxing pharmacies cannot have it, and it is a medical Taoist master who is proficient in alchemy, or a Taoist alchemist can only refine it.

It can be seen from this that the preciousness of the Yuan Qi Pill, this young man takes it wantonly, looking at his demeanor, it seems to be commonplace, revealing some clues, highlighting his extraordinary identity.

"Senior nephew, I am your uncle Tai Ah Feng Jing Desire, I heard that you practice knives, or the legendary "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", in this way, you teach me knife techniques, how about I join your Ziwei Peak. ”

When the young man opened his mouth again, there was a bit of an earth-shattering taste, a teenager over fourteen years old, who turned out to be a Jingzi generation, or from Tai'a Feng.

Seeing that the young man has not yet built a foundation, but the skills of the third and fourth layers of "Xuantian Gong" are high in the Jing generation, and he is even more born in Tai A Feng, Wang Qingyuan has some guesses, shook his head, ignored the young man, Wang Qingyuan went straight to the Ziwei Palace.

"Hey, what are you going, I am your uncle, although the Sifang Emperor Sword is unparalleled in the world, but you teach me, you must be indispensable to your benefits. ”

The young man immediately followed Wang Qingyuan's footsteps, not discouraged at all, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there was an unstoppable momentum.

"That's ...... , then...... , not yet (▼ dish ▼#)...... What the hell do you want (*'へ ́*).

In the Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan sat down cross-legged, meditated and condensed his qi, and realized the trajectory of qi and blood penetrating the five organs, and the truth of the five elements of the human body.

"Hey, you open your eyes, I am your uncle, you are disrespectful, believe it or not, I handed a post to Ying Tianfeng, and the law enforcement Taoist immediately rewarded you with one hundred and eight sticks. ”

"You ......"

The young man seemed to see that Wang Qingyuan really didn't pay attention to him at all, so angry that his eyebrows were tangled, he sat down opposite Wang Qingyuan, and stared at Wang Qingyuan's face so deadly, there was a kind of persistence and stubbornness, and there was no intention of retreating.

The crape myrtle hall was silent, only the young man's breathing was a little heavy, and Wang Qingyuan breathed a long time, and sometimes even one or two sticks of incense did not breathe, which made the young man's heart slightly shocked, he was in Tai'a Peak, how many masters he had seen over the years, although he was just involved in the practice of the exercises, but his vision was so high that he thought that many people in the practice were far inferior to him.

Now he can see that Wang Qingyuan's "Xuantian Gong" practice has reached a state of divine enlightenment, which is not the original seven-layer "Xuantian Gong", but to the eighth layer, refining the five internal organs and the five elements of rotation.

In this way, the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", even on his Tai'a Peak, there are not many disciples who have entered the room to build a foundation with this layer of kung fu, open up the dantian, and nurture their own vitality.

The most important thing is that Wang Qingyuan has only been in his Xuantian Dao Mountain for less than two months.

In two months, the "Xuantian Gong" comprehension and cultivation reached such a situation, and the little Taoist priest of Jingyi was also secretly frightened, he looked at this young man who was no more than two years older than him, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart.

But said that although Wang Qingyuan was in meditation, but the spiritual power shrouded the void of more than ten zhang around his body, this young man's every move was in full view, he had a headache, suddenly came such a kraft candy, and it was a character of the Jingzi generation, he could only disobey at most, just now I didn't know, and now I can't do it again, the young man is right, and even if he does it again, once it is passed into the law enforcement hall of Ying Tianfeng, it will not be as simple as one hundred and eight sticks, he has not yet built a foundation, and the identity of this Ziwei Peak disciple is still false, and it cannot be true. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary outer court disciple, he would definitely not be so polite now.

In the afternoon, snow fell again outside the temple.

Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes, and the young man jumped up suddenly, and said happily: "What, you agreed!"

Glancing at him lightly, Wang Qingyuan ignored it and walked straight out of the hall.