Lin Chuyun and Zhang Tianpeng practiced for more than two hours, until it was dark, at this time he was hungry, and the weather was cold, the old man only slept in the thatched hut, and when the thatched hut was built, it was also the habitat of Lin Chuyun alone, the space was narrow, it was difficult to accommodate two people to sleep at the same time, there was no way, he could only let the old man sleep first, lit a fire by himself, and cooked a bowl of porridge with rations.

For a while, the heat was steaming, the rice was fragrant, Lin Chuyun cooked the porridge and put it in his homemade pottery bowl, but at this time, the old man woke up, came out of the thatched hut, and sat on the side and looked directly at the porridge in the bowl.

Lin Chuyun was quite helpless when he saw him like this, but thinking of his original intention of saving him, he gave this bowl of porridge to the old man to eat, and prepared to set up a fire to cook a bowl again, and said to the old man while holding the bowl: "Old man, it's cold, let's eat a bowl of porridge first!" while secretly smiling bitterly in his heart: "This old man will really pick a time to wake up." ”

The old man took the porridge with trembling hands, feeling the smell of rice and the steaming warmth, he didn't know what to say for a while, Lin Chuyun saw him like this, and said, "Eat it while it's hot, don't be cold." ”

After a while, the old man finished eating a whole bowl of porridge, but saw him slowly put down the bowl, sat on the ground, closed his eyes and raised his head, took a deep breath, and spit it out for a long time, the breath of his mouth and nose turned into a cloud of fog in the night air, and after about ten times, about a stick of incense time, he slowly opened his eyes, but saw that Lin Chuyun had just set up the water, lit a fire, and was trembling by the flames.

The old man opened his mouth to say the first sentence, and his voice was slightly low: "It's cold, right?"

Lin Chuyun heard him speak in a trance, and couldn't help but let out an "ah", nodded again, and continued to roast the fire.

The old man leaned over to him and said, "Sit down and take a deep breath." ”

Lin Chuyun didn't know what he was going to do, so he had to sit down and do what he said. The old man said again: "Sink the qi to the dantian, that is, here." As he spoke, he pointed at Lin Chuyun's dantian.

Lin Chuyun continued to do so, this breath sank into his abdomen, and for some reason, a little warmth began to feel in his abdomen.

Then the breath is channeled here, and after a reincarnation, the middle of the chest of the Luck Dao flows along these meridians to the limbs. The old man said as he pointed at him, Lin Chuyun felt that every time his fingertips clicked on his body, he would have a different feeling, neither warm nor cold, as if an unknown force was flowing in his body. Gradually, he felt a trace of warmth, as if it was less cold.

"Alright, exhale. ”

Lin Chuyun breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw the mist in front of his eyes, he turned into an indescribable appearance and drifted away.

"How's it going, isn't it so cold?" said the old man.

Although he did feel less cold, he said, "If you eat porridge, it will naturally not be cold, but I haven't eaten it yet." ”

The old man smiled: "Little brother, thank you for your porridge and save my life." ”

Lin Chuyun said helplessly: "No thanks, I'll cook another bowl, just a bowl of porridge, it's not life-saving." ”

The old man smiled and said: "Little brother, you don't know how important this bowl of rice is to me, Heluo has been in drought for three years, and I haven't eaten for seven days." ”

"Heluo drought?" Lin Chuyun wondered.

"Yes, there were a few drops of light rain the year before last, from last year to this year, the land of Heluo has not fallen, the grain has died of drought, the rations in ordinary people's homes have long been eaten, I escaped from the famine, thousands of people have starved to death, I only got a bite to eat when I came here, I thought I was going to die. The old man said and let out a long sigh, "Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, young man." ”

Lin Chuyun nodded.

The old man stopped talking, just looked at the distance under the moonlight, the winter moon, as if spreading cold light in the world, making people colder and colder.

Lin Chuyun finished cooking the porridge and was halfway through it, but saw that the old man had returned to the hut and continued to fall asleep.

Seeing him like this, Lin Chuyun couldn't say anything, he just sighed that he had no place to sleep tonight, this time was different from when he first entered Lingyun Gate, he could still spend the night, it was cold and windy outside, and the long night was difficult.

There was no way, he tried to follow the steps that the old man said just now, took a deep breath, transported it to the dantian, pondered for a while, and then transported it to the Jizhong acupoint, after the Jizhong acupoint operated, and then flowed to the whole body, after several times, it was really warmer, but this long night was long, I don't know what to do.

"Then let's practice the sword!" he said in his heart, anyway, it was fine, he lost the competition three days later, kowtowed to Han Yang, and from then on recognized him as the eldest brother, and the days to come will be much more difficult than this cold night.

It doesn't hurt to sigh for a long time.

He practiced his sword in the night, pondering one move at a time, repeating it over and over again. Until another hour passed, the body began to heat up, but it was not so cold, but I felt that there was sweat oozing slightly, and there was a white mist in the moonlight, like a painting.

I don't know how long later, he heard a voice in his ear: "If you practice swords like this, you will not grow in this life." ”

"Huh?" Lin Chuyun saw that it was the old man who had woken up at some point, sat at the door of the hut, and looked at his figure in the moonlight.

"Do you know swordsmanship?" asked Lin Chuyun suspiciously.

The old man said: "Of course I understand swordsmanship." ”

Lin Chuyun smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, old man, don't tease me, it can't be that you have a cold and a bad brain, right?" If you know swordsmanship, how can you be bullied by a little ghost like Han Yang?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. A farmer in the land of Heluo. ”

The old man patted his head and smiled helplessly: "My name is Jiangbei Crane, and the people in the rivers and lakes call it, the sword ghost?"

Lin Chuyun laughed and said, "Sword ghost, I think I'm the living ghost, old man, you better sleep first." ”

"Eh, you little brother, why don't you believe it?" The old man felt that he was being questioned, and couldn't help but get up and walked towards Lin Chuyun.

"On the rivers and lakes, I have heard of the sword immortal Gu Bai, the sword saint Li Zongyuan, but all the famous swordsmen, I have heard of them, the various major sects, Xuanqing Gate, Taibai Gate, Songyang Gate, including our Lingyun Gate, as well as Qiankun Society, Lingyin Temple, Qinghu Gang, of course, you are definitely not a person from Qingshuimen, these famous factions, good players, which is not a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, but your name of 'sword ghost', I really haven't heard of it. ”

"Hehe, yes, little brother, at a young age, I know a lot about things on the rivers and lakes, yes, my name as a 'sword ghost' is indeed not very loud, but I haven't heard of it because I can't do it, it's because your Taoism is not deep enough, and in the past thirty years, you will never be able to say such things as today. The old man smiled and breathed a long sigh of relief at the heavy night, as if he was nostalgic for the past of the rivers and lakes.

I don't know if it's real or fake.

Lin Chuyun saw what he said, and said, "Old man, if you are really what you said about the 'sword ghost', how could you be bullied by someone like Han Yang?"

"Eh, little brother, you don't understand, no matter how powerful a master is, he has to eat, when he is so hungry that his eyes can't see the way, let alone the sword god sword ghost, even the Jade Emperor has to admit it." ”

"So, what about your sword?"

"I have already changed the rations and eaten. The old man said this, his expression gloomy.

In fact, Lin Chuyun had already believed most of it at this moment, but he had an idea, and said: "I don't believe it, if you don't use your swordsmanship, just bragging, but you can't take it seriously, you say that you are a 'sword ghost?', then I am still a 'sword demon', haha." ”

So saying, he threw the wooden sword in his hand at him, and he took a long, straight branch from the side as a sword, and stabbed it at him.