Yu Yao walked to his side, leaned out of the railing with half of her body, stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes, her palms were as white as jade, making people unable to tell whether it was skin light or snow light, and the corners of her mouth had a slight relaxed smile, as if at this moment, she forgot about jì a qiē vulgar thought, didn't think about anything, and quietly felt her palms become cold a little bit.

Snowflakes rushed in, swirling in the palm of her hand, faster and faster, turning into a cloud of steam, dispersing into the vast twilight.

Wei Qiqi grabbed her waist and watched the snow side by side with her.

Yu Yao patted the snow beads on her hand, stared at the snow, and the chaotic broken jade swept with the wind, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a while. After a long time, she said to herself like a nightmare: "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, when the snow accumulates, the mountains will be all over the mountains, and everywhere will be white, and even the night will be like dusk." Throughout the year, I like winter the most, it is not tight when it is cold, it is best to hide in the house on a snowy day, listen to the sound of snow flakes falling, drink tea, read poetry...... Oh, what used to be, now that I think about it, it's like a dream......"

A few plain words fell on Wei Qiqi's ears, but they had a different taste.

"The cold night guest comes, the bamboo stove soup is boiling, your poem is very good, I like it very much, read another one!"

Wei Qiqi smiled and said, "No, only that one." ”

Yu Yao hugged his arm and begged softly: "Don't hide your secrets, I rarely beg you!"

"That...... Writing poetry is like a woman giving birth to a child, she has to have it in her belly before she can be born, but now there is really none. ”

"And what about the previous one?"

"I'll tell you the truth, that poem really wasn't written by me, when I was a child, I went to the market to sell animal skins and bones, and met a down-and-out scholar, his luggage was stolen, my father took pity on him, and asked me to give him two steamed buns, so he wrote this poem and sent it to me. That's two steamed buns in exchange, I can't count ......"

"Why do these words sound familiar?" Yu Yao listened to him full of nonsense, and she was not angry, she looked at him with a smile, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Wei Qiqi thought about it, and realized that he seemed to often use down-and-out scholars as an excuse, he looked at Yu Yao's expectant eyes, a little soft-hearted, and said, just copy it, just copy it, she likes it. At the moment, I searched my intestines and searched for a while, and read eight sentences to her: "The remnant sun enters the west, and the thatched hut visits the lonely monk." Where are the deciduous people, a few layers of Hanyun Road. Knock on the chime of the first night alone, leaning on a vine. In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate. ”

Yu Yao was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Are you persuading me to forget my love and hatred and spend the rest of my life in peace?"

Wei Qiqi hugged her into his arms, "A poem, just listen to it, don't think so much." ”

"This ...... Did you exchange it for steamed buns?"

"This time there are too many words, two steamed buns are not enough, and it took four baked cakes. ”

Yu Yao smiled and said in her heart: "I just need to lean on your side, what will happen to this world has nothing to do with me......"

It snowed heavily overnight, and the Flowstone Peak was covered with snow, and there was no sign of people.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wei Qiqi appeased Yu Yao, walked down the plank road alone, climbed the sun-viewing cliff with Lao Feng and Qingming, and stepped on the tinkling iron chain bridge to the Xiong Zhen Cliff.

The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect used the prohibition to practice swords, Wei XVII had heard that the forbidden arrangements in the two places of Xiong Zhen Cliff and Luming Cliff were unique, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep, for the disciples to hone their minds and practice flying swords, thanks to this, the speed and change of the sword drive of the Royal Sword Sect were slightly better than those of other sects.

Qingming is familiar with the way, and first led the two to a mountain col, and said: "The ban is endless, and everyone takes what they need to practice the sword, this prohibition is called 'heavy water', there is no danger, you try it first." ”

Wei Qiqi remembered that day that the bitter Taoist of the Hook and Sickle Sect broke into the Demon Tower with the Blood Moon Grass Sickle and was trapped by the Water Cloud Array, he was vigilant in his heart, and turned sideways to take a closer look, but in front of him was just a white snow, a few black pines, and three or five bluestones, and he couldn't see the distribution of the prohibition at all.

Qingming urged: "You can't see the famous, have you ever seen someone who stays on the shore and learns to swim?"

Wei Qiqi tentatively stepped on half a step, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, the scene was turbulent and distorted, like stones thrown into the water, the reflection was washed away by ripples, and before he could distinguish it, the vitality of heaven and earth advanced layer by layer, surging from all directions, viscous as water, he felt that his body was sinking, his bones crackled, and his breathing was a little difficult.

"Try it, let's watch!" Qingming's voice flickered far and near, high and low, sounding very strange.

Wei Qiqi took out the iron rod, raised it to the height of his eyebrows, and as soon as he let go, the iron rod seemed to be attracted by a magnet and fell to the ground rapidly. He estimated the distance and time of landing, and with a little calculation, speculated that under the prohibition of "heavy water", it was about three times the gravity.

He picked up the iron rod, and the Gentu True Yuan continued to pour out, first waving it at will, activating the muscles and bones, and then practicing the "Crazy Devil Stick Method" in a regular manner, affected by the ban, he was a little unaccustomed to it at first, so that by the third time, the stick method was endless, and the obscurity was gone.

Qingming clasped his elbows in his hands and muttered, "It's quite quick to adapt......"

Before the words fell, Wei Qiqi suddenly snorted, his knees bent slightly, and he threw the iron rod high with his arm, turning into a little black shadow, straight into the sky, and after a while, waiting for it to fall rapidly, and then catch it steadily, if it was repeated again and again, the higher and higher the throw, and the "heavy water" prohibition was like nothing.

After playing for a while, Wei Qiqi became familiar with the nature of the rod and began to try to urge the magic power of the iron rod itself. The spirit in the three "voids" was condensed and formed under the nourishment of Gentu Zhenyuan, and the phantom of a six-winged heavy pupil monster snake came out, and he picked up the iron rod and smashed it on a large bluestone, "bang", the bluestone burst into powder, and flew with the wind.

Wei Qiqi knew in his heart, the moment he hit the bluestone, he didn't spit out the Gentu True Yuan, with the power of the iron rod itself, it was roughly similar to the superimposed Seven or Eight Gentu True Yuan, and this benefit alone made him quite satisfied.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, waved the iron rod, and waited for the strange snake to appear again, and poured the true yuan with all his might, and the phantom body was covered with dazzling yellow light, and the strange snake disappeared suddenly, and the next moment it appeared outside the Zhang Xu Kai, burrowing into a thick black pine, and disappeared without a trace.

With a loud bang, the black pine exploded, sawdust flew, and the upper half fell to the ground with a bang, causing snow to fly all over the sky.

Qingming stepped forward to check the fracture, only to see that the trunk was twisted and deformed, and all the vitality was destroyed by the true yuan, and there was no way to save it.

Wei Qiqi put away the iron rod and walked out of the "heavy water" prohibition, and his whole body was light.

"How?"

Lao Feng glanced at Qingming, frowned, and said: "It's okay, it's not a success, it's not worth the magic weapon, at most it's similar to the high-grade magic weapon." "He is good at making weapons, and he is chiseled, above the magic weapon is the magic weapon, and above the magic weapon is the spiritual treasure, and the magic weapon and the magic weapon are only one word, but it is tantamount to the separation between heaven and man.

"It's good to apply, this iron rod is hard enough to spit out true yuan, similar to sword qi, and it has one more means of surprise for physical cultivation in hand-to-hand combat...... Don't forget, he's trying out under the 'heavy water' ban!"

Lao Feng's heart froze, and he understood the meaning of Qingming, the "heavy water" ban can greatly weaken the power of the magic weapon of the flying sword, outside of the ban, the destructive power of the iron rod is probably even stronger, thinking of this, he looked at Wei Qiqi's eyes a little strange.

This guy, is he still a sword cultivator?

Lao Feng hesitated for a moment, feeling that the relationship between Horcruxes was important, and he had to inform the head as soon as possible, he settled down and asked Qingming: "I don't know if the head is free, the disciple has important things." ”

Qingming said casually: "The head is still in retreat, and he will not appear until the end of the year, if there is anything to tell me in advance, if necessary, I will find a way to tell the head." ”

Lao Feng has been in Liushi Peak for many years, and he knows that Qingming has a special identity, and often gives orders on behalf of the head, and at the moment he said the beginning and end of the smelting Horcrux originally, please tell the head of the sect to decide. Qingming listened noncommittally, but ordered him to keep his mouth shut and not to reach the ears of outsiders.