It was getting late, and the cold wind in the mountains brought a slight chill. Zhao Yingluo, who had finished his breathing, tightened the wide cloak on his body, and then stood up and walked towards a small waterhole not too far away.

Holding the clear, cold pool of water, Zhao Yingluo slapped his tired and embarrassed face, which covered most of the cloak for the cloak.

The biting frost made him feel excited. The chill entered the body, and Zhao Ying fell but felt that at this time, he was in pain like a pinprick in the bone cracks.

Pain and happiness, this is a feeling that has not been seen in a long time. That is the realization of my childhood winter practice, although it is a little more difficult, but it is also better to be able to get close to and respect nature.

After all, the extraordinary way that the monks are striving for is nothing more than the way of imitating nature. But once you have the Tao in your body, who doesn't think about it: an umbrella on a rainy day, a cold winter, and a lover to accompany you when you go out?

How long has it been since you've been in the rain?

Thinking about his thoughts, looking at the small fish that was swimming and playing between the cracks in the stones at the bottom of the pool, and thinking of what he had encountered in the past few days, Zhao Ying fell into a trance and felt a little bit of separation.

After washing his face with cold water, Zhao Yingluo, who was reclining on the boulder on the side of the waterhole and closing his eyes to recuperate, felt that someone was approaching him.

The figure of the person who came seemed to be slow and solid, and in just a few ups and downs, he had already stood in front of Zhao Yingluo, who could stand up straight. At this time, he was a little nervous and shy.

Seeing this, Wen Fengwu lightly covered her mouth and said, "What, aren't you afraid that this girl will eat you?"

Looking at her beautiful face with three points of anger, under the disturbance of the faint fragrance that suddenly appeared near the left, Zhao Yingluo couldn't help but recall that in the wind and rain before, he was burdened with this woman's difficult journey. At that time, his nephrite jade was warm and fragrant on his back, and the woman's long hair soaked in heavy rain was scattered on his shoulders and side face, wrapping around his eyes like a sprawling silk drotch.

Thinking of this, he was stupid for a while, fortunately he had the wide hood attached to the cloak to cover his face, otherwise Wen Fengwu, who had no idea, would have to be furious once he saw his stupid and light appearance.

Compared with Zhao Yingluo's stupidity, Wen Fengwu called him lightly, and after seeing that he didn't react, he conveniently found a relatively clean and neat mountain rock, folded his knees and sat up.

As soon as she sat down, she asked again, "Hey, what's the matter with you?" It's obviously a big man, why do you still wear this cloak that gets in the way. Is it because he looks ugly and doesn't dare to meet people? Or do he often do the deeds of killing people and stealing chickens and dogs, and he has no face to see people?"

Seeing Wen Fengwu Zhengyuan, with a pair of bright apricot eyes, he looked at himself with interest. Zhao Yingluo, who came back to his senses, didn't know how to phrase it now.

Fortunately, the woman continued: "Idiot, I'm joking with you. My brother values your strength and character very much, and I intend to recommend you to join the Sword Casting Pavilion after this incident, but I don't know what you think? Of course, as an offering, the half of the 'bear bile grass' promised by my brother before will be handed over to the sect. Well, these are 100 medium-grade spirit stones, which is enough to be worth the value of those spirit grasses. ”

didn't wait for Zhao Yingluo to agree, a small plain white Qiankun bag was thrown over for her.

The Qiankun bag was started, and Zhao Yingluo only weighed it slightly, and pinned it to the belt around his waist. At this point, there was still a slight cold, soft feeling on his fingertips. In terms of material alone, this Qiankun bag with two light cyan swords embroidered on both sides and crossed into one place should not be ordinary.

"Why, I don't need to count one or two? I've already erased the imprint of consciousness from it. Speaking of this, for some reason, Wen Fengwu's face became ugly.

"Why, Daoyou has some disdain for the behavior of such 'powerful people who break their eyebrows and bend their waists'?" Seeing that the other party's face became strange, Zhao Ying said in a restrained manner.

"Oh, I don't want to do it with you, but I just remembered something that I wasn't happy about. Seeing that the other party gladly accepted her terms, a boulder that weighed on her heart finally fell to the ground. Correspondingly, his face gradually became better-looking.

What he didn't know was that Wen Fengwu's left hand, which was tucked into the wide-sleeved robe, was always pinching the sword technique. If he disagrees, it is very likely that he will mercilessly fly the "Qingshuang" sword on his waist.

"Ah, then I'll be relieved. Zhao Yingluo patted the newly acquired Qiankun bag on his waist and said with relief.

"So, let's get to know each other officially. This girl's surname is Wen ······"

"Wen Feng Wu Daoyou, right? Born in the Wen family, and carrying the 'Qingshuang' sword, it shouldn't be wrong, right? As he spoke, Zhao Yingluo looked in the direction where the woman was, and bowed respectfully.

Where the hood was lifted, a plain-looking face appeared.

This honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and slightly thick lips was once reflected in his eyes. Wen Fengwu's eyes, which were already bright, dimmed again. It's no wonder that under her preconceptions, she never thought that this big master in her brother's mouth would be so ordinary and ordinary.

Under such a big psychological gap, Wen Fengwu suddenly found that she was in a moment, and she didn't know what to say. The thousands of words that I had thought of before I came over, but when I faced this extremely mediocre young man in front of me, I didn't bother to say it anymore.

It's no wonder that Wen Fengwu, a beautiful girl from the Wen family of the Sword Casting Pavilion, grew up with a golden key since she was a child. Especially since he cultivated the immortal cultivation path, he has used the peerless assets of the psychic sword body to advance all the way, leaving people of the same age far behind. If he hadn't deliberately suppressed his cultivation, he would have been a condensation stage monk by now.

and her brother Wen Tengjiao by her side, who is also amazingly talented, and such idle people can't get into her eyes. What's more, the person on the other side has just disappointed him.

looked at Wen Fengwu's undisguised and obvious sense of loss. Zhao Yingluo had no choice but to smile bitterly in his heart and said: "Thank you brothers and sisters for your attention, it's just that since I have been practicing qi for a small success, I have always been obsessed with the way of fire refining, and I have a soft spot for alchemy and refining. Although he was envious of the sword cultivation of the 'One Sword Light Cold Nineteen Continents', he thought that it was not that material, but a ······."