The pink-carved boy didn't have the consciousness of being the master's sword spirit at all, and he was impatient, and he flew up and kicked on the master's ass to cause the master to exclaim, and his hands stirred to stuff Chang Xi in the state of consciousness into the stone grinding cavity like a dough plug, and the familiarity of the action seemed to have been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"Don't move, master, just be crushed!"

Yuehong jumped off the stone mill, with a demonic smile on her face, and put her hands on the stone mill handle, turning a little bit.

Chang Xi, who had tasted all kinds of pain and torture in the world, screamed miserably, and the pain of his divine consciousness that he had never experienced before was instantly submerged like a wave. The walls of the stone grinding cavity are engraved with neatly arranged sharp grinding teeth, and the body of the divine consciousness is extremely fragile, but whenever you touch the sharp grinding teeth, you will have a sharp pain that cannot be resisted. The grinding teeth pierced into the body of the divine consciousness, and the huge pain that began again and again was infinitely magnified, and every breath and every second seemed to be stretched until the end of the eye.

Chang Xi recalled in a trance that when he fell off the cliff, the pain when Yuehong burned his blood and bones for him was probably the taste at this time.

The sharp grinding teeth crushed the throat of Chang Xi's divine sense, and the screams came to an abrupt end, as if the terrifying sound of a large mouthful of blood spilling in his throat was enough to make any sane monk shy away. The grinding teeth were three inches long, and the repeated grinding made Chang Xi's divine consciousness body lose its human form, and the sound in the grinding cavity gradually became inaudible.

Yuehong stopped turning the handle and asked the grinding cavity: "Master, if you can't hold on anymore, just talk to Yuehong." ”

There was silence in the grinding chamber.

Yuehong was silent, only put her hands on the rotating handle, waiting for something.

After a long time, a faint but pure fluctuation of divine consciousness came from the grinding cavity of the stone mill, and the face of Yuehong, who knew the meaning of the fluctuation, rose with relief, and spread her feet and continued to slowly push the stone mill.

I don't know when the stone grinding cavity started, the original humanoid body of divine consciousness has completely disappeared, replaced by a handful of pure and condensed viscous liquid, Chang Xi's consciousness has long been unable to make any sound, although it is muddy, but still instinctively sticks to the last clarity in the depths of his mind.

Beads of sweat erupted from the forehead of the pink-carved boy, who would stop every time he pushed the stone mill and sprinkle a handful of crystalline powdery strange objects into the grinding chamber. The Divine Consciousness that had been ground into the form of a viscous liquid absorbed the crystalline powder hungrily, and with each grain absorbed, the Divine Consciousness Body grew stronger and stronger. Yuehong, who had paid all this silently, only smiled with relief, wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead that almost merged into a stream, and continued to grind hard.

The night is like ink, and a lonely boat is moored on the surface of the lenticular, fishing alone.

Looking at the figure of the wooden boat in the mirror lake that had not moved for a few hours, the snowflakes accumulated on their bodies were already half a foot, and the two female disciples who didn't feel a little cold all night because of the warm snow clam meal in their stomachs couldn't help but be a little worried about their senior brother.

The young and slightly lighter female disciple's eyebrows frowned slightly, full of unspeakable worry. In Qi Fengfeng, I often listen to the senior sisters talk about Senior Brother Chang's affairs, and I have already erected the image of Senior Brother Chang's gentle and jade-like gentleman in my heart.

The slightly mature female disciple between her eyebrows shook her head and said: "Senior brother has explained, don't make a noise if there is no important matter, if it is a bad senior brother, you will be guilty, if the harmful senior brother will go wrong in the second round of the competition tomorrow, then we will really be to blame." ”

The handsome face under the robe was covered with thick ice slag, his breath was weak and almost nothing, and his hands holding the purple bamboo pole to catch the snow in the mirror lake were frozen to a terrifying bruise, and the frost veins visible to the naked eye were clinging along his hands and feet like ants. There was a breeze on the lake, and the figure of the frozen corpse shook slightly, and it fell head-on towards the mirror lake!

The young man in the lily coat, who was crushed by the snow, did not struggle at all, and went straight into the lake without making much splash. The wings of the golden eagle hovering high in the sky froze slightly, remembering the greeting that the Moon Rainbow Sword Spirit had greeted him before, and forced himself to press the idea of flying into the lake Savior, and flew closer to the surface of the lake.

The two girls looked back again, their expressions stiffened on their faces, and after just turning their heads, there was no longer Chang Xi wearing a robe on the lonely boat floating in Mirror Lake, only the lonely boat on the lake was still snowing. The two looked at each other, not knowing where the senior brother had gone.

The mirror lake is not an ordinary lake rainwater, Qifeng Peak is the well-being of Zhong's sensitive and beautiful fairy gate, and the mirror lake under the peak is the atomization and liquefaction of surplus spiritual power between flowers and trees for thousands of years, and it is not frozen in winter. It's just that how cold and biting the water of this thousand-foot-deep mirror lake is after winter, I'm afraid only the figure who fell to the bottom of the lake in a cloak is the most familiar.

Stepping into the foundation building realm, you can change from ordinary mouth and nose breathing to a more advanced and introverted qi machine, the monk can travel the acupuncture points in the first breath and Zhou Tian can ensure that he does not need to breathe for half an hour, and the monk of the Jindan realm can do it for several hours without breathing or breathing. For example, if there are also exercises related to breath regulation, such as the simple turtle breath exercise or the advanced fetal breath decision, it can often make the monk not eat and breathe for several days in a row. There is also a "meditation" that is not understood by non-Buddhist monks, and it is rumored that those monks who can cross the void without destroying it with their physical bodies have survived through the highest level of meditation.

The heart is in Zen, and the interpretation is like Zen, and it should be so.

It's not just providence or coincidence, Chang Xi's hands that are tumbling and falling in the cold and bone-chilling mirror lake water are accidentally staggered into the mysterious handprints of Yin and Yang Pisces, and the falling figure stops, and the black and white sword of life and death is intended to float in the fingertips of the young man, and then transform into two plump koi fish around the body of Lingyi. The koi fish regard the ice and clear lake water as nothing, and the two koi fish with different black and white are linked to each other, and gradually have an endless wonderful charm.

The clothes sank into the water, the black and white lotus platform in the dantian flowed endlessly, and under the tip of the sword, which was as black as ink, there was a fourth golden lotus seed faintly blooming.

The morning light on the horizon is faint, there are thousands of real dragons in the Qinglong Pond, and the figure of the gray-clothed old man is transformed into the figure of the gray-clothed old man on the peak, and his fingers hook a pot of the best Longtan brew that is rarely drunk on weekdays, and the old man does not pay attention to the plan to sit directly on the ground, but the butt is still a long distance from the dust on the ground, and he sits in a comfortable rocking chair.

The head of the candle scolded with a smile without replying: "Devouring the sky, is your kung fu of squirting dragons growing too fast, the old man is a little uncomfortable." ”

Behind him, he devoured the sky and said seriously: "How can the Lord's ninety-five body sit on the ground, it is really inappropriate." ”

The old man, who was like a rich man, grinned, decided not to quarrel with this tenacious guy, picked up Longtan Brew and looked into the distance and said with a smile: "The selection of disciples in the back mountains is only a little bit more interesting than today, yesterday Chang Boy just used the power of the bloodline to play a cool trick, but today there are not so many loopholes to exploit." ”

A smile appeared on the loyal Sky Devouring General's face full of tiger whisker scars, "Even if the young master doesn't use the power of the bloodline, the frost snow silver wolf and the frost snow silver tiger will not pose an essential threat to the young master, and it is only a matter of time before the young master wins." ”

Drinking a sip of wine worth a hundred cities in the warm morning light, the sharp gaze in the old man's eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of rivers and mountains, and he looked straight at the figure of the cross-legged meditating in the mirror lake under Qi Fengfeng, and the wine pot raised to his mouth stopped in mid-air.

The corners of the old man's mouth were slightly raised, just like the warmth of the morning light on the horizon.

"Good boy, a little skillful. ”