The method of embracing warmth will naturally not be proposed by a person with a clear state of mind like Zhao Wu'an.

Wait, although Zhao Wu'an's state of mind is not clear, it's hard to say.

All in all, as the sun went down, the bluestone bricks on the soles of Zhao Wu'an's feet were so cold that they were outrageously cold, and An Qing felt cold when he stepped on them in velvet boots. After extinguishing the incense burner in the corner, the two of them saw the cold air rising upwards with their naked eyes.

Where is this bluestone brick, it is simply a thousand-year-old piece of ice!

If it was in normal times, Zhao Wu'an could grit his teeth and endure the past, or simply release his internal strength and let himself sweat profusely.

But at this time, the enemy is current, maybe when Zhao Wu'an will be wiped out, naturally he has to save his strength to fight back, plus the previous battle with Cihong, carrying the Zen staff in the flesh also consumes nine-tenths of Zhao Wu'an's internal strength, so at this time, in the face of this cold bluestone brick, Zhao Wu'an is simply helpless. I was shivering from the cold, my cheeks were bruised, and I was about to die of cold.

An Qing also has only one cotton coat on her body, and if she gives it to Zhao Wu'an, she will inevitably reveal the dirty clothes on her body. In desperation, An Qing had no choice but to grit her teeth, close her eyes and hug Zhao Wu'an.

Of course, Zhao Wu'an wanted to refuse and greeted him for a while, but he couldn't resist An Qing's decision, so he could only let her hold it.

Of course, Zhao Wu'an can be sure that the little girl didn't save herself because she couldn't stand it. Most of the time she just wanted to keep Zhao Wu'an's life, so that she could solve the mystery of the unsolved case of Jiuda Temple for herself, so she was willing to sacrifice her life to help.

So when An Qing stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Zhao Wu'an's waist, Zhao Wu'an's heart was like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest wave. After all, after practicing in Jiuda Temple for ten years, Zhao Jushi's concentration is really not comparable to ordinary people.

An Qing had never hugged an adult man like him, so his movements were inevitably jerky, and his arms swung up and down for a while, and he didn't know where to put them, so he could only put them on hold. The two of them were close to each other's chests, and Zhao Wu'an felt An Qing's violently beating heart.

But it's just to keep warm, so why bother jumping so fast?

Zhao Wu'an thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it. He didn't want to be kicked twice by An Qing barefoot. Unconsciously, his heart seemed to be beating faster, and the bluestone slab on the soles of his feet was no longer so cold, but faintly gave birth to a trace of warmth.

This aura made Zhao Wuxin take aback. It was precisely because of this qi entering his body from the soles of his feet that Zhao Wu'an's dantian, which had been empty, was actually faintly plumped.

One breath is like a dragon falling into the rivers and seas.

The qi with a slight chill feeling slowly traveled in the body, emanating from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the speed gradually became faster and faster. In the end, like a beast that had broken free, it was like a beast that had broken free, rampage, sweeping every inch of bones and flesh and blood in his body, and Zhao Wu'an seemed to be able to hear the sound of air whistling through his veins.

An Qing in her arms muttered: "How did your body become so hot......"

Zhao Wu'an didn't answer, but just intently sensed the changes in his body, wanting to capture the trace of qi that rushed into his body.

The qi of the dantian skyrocketed, filling to an unprecedented height.

Just when Zhao Wuxin was greatly surprised by this abnormal movement, a crisp sound sounded at the door.

The little Shami Debing, who was standing in front of the door, grew his mouth, as if he could swallow a steamed bun in one bite, and looked at the two people hugging each other in a daze.

An Qing hurriedly let go of Zhao Wu'an, waving her hand to make some pale and weak explanations.

De Bing touched his bald head, with a puzzled look, looked at the two of them for a while, quickly came back to his senses, leaned over and picked up the wooden bowl that fell on the ground.

There wasn't much food in the bowl, and there weren't many rice grains thrown out of this drop, De Bing held the wooden bowl and handed it to Zhao Wu'an, saying, "This is what I secretly brought to you, I heard from the senior brothers that you were locked up by the abbot......"

De Bing handed over the wooden bowl in his hand, and took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the waistband of his trousers, and presented them to Zhao Wu'an. Then he looked at Zhao Wu'an's limbs that were cuffed, sighed, suddenly realized, immediately adjusted his posture and held the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of rice with his hand that was not very flexible, and sent it to Zhao Wu'an's mouth.

Even if he is in a desperate situation, is suspected by everyone, is deprived of his freedom and secrets, and is coldly spoken by his uncles and ancestors who once licked the calves, Zhao Wu'an, who boasts that he has already seen through all the warmth and coldness of people in this world, and is no longer willing to give the slightest bit for unrelated people, will be treated so sincerely.

And in front of me, aren't there enough people who really care about themselves?

Looking at the half pot of rice and a few slices of green vegetables in the wooden bowl, Zhao Wuxin was a little moved.

Maybe I've been thinking wrong all along.

It may indeed be that the world is full of sins, and it is impossible for one person to get rid of them. But in addition to this, there is also true love in the world. The true feelings that make people cry, make people repent, and make people willingly renounce all sin are everywhere.

A few grains of rice fell from the middle of the chopsticks, and De Bing said helplessly: "Senior brother, if you don't eat quickly, it will be cold?"

Also, why do you have to think too much about life in the world, isn't he Zhao Wu'an always demanding this from himself?

Silently laughing at himself, Zhao Wu'an slowly opened his mouth.

However, just as he was about to open his mouth to swallow the rice handed by De Bing, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

That warm aura swept across his body, and finally gathered in his chest, like a sharp sword, trying to break through Zhao Wu'an's chest.

Zhao Wu'an took two steps back, frowned, and said suddenly, "Stay away from me." ”

De Bing was stunned, but was quickly dragged back by An Qing behind him.

Zhao Wu'an smiled. When it's time to react quickly, An Qing never drags back.

The four chains that imprisoned Zhao Wu'an's body collapsed together in an instant without warning.

Zhao Wu'an's clothes were raging, his long hair splashed with ink was raised without wind, the handcuffs and shackles collapsed, and the entire bluestone floor shook.

Above him, a tiny cyclone gathered, and in an instant, it flew away, and with a loud bang, a small hole was broken in the roof of Zhao Wu'an's head, and the broken tiles flew down. And he bathed in it, like a swordsman returning from the rain.

Suddenly, Zhao Wu'an's momentum rose suddenly. Now when he waved his hand, it was full of wind and clouds, and even the cold breath on the soles of his feet was arbitrarily held in his hands, forming the appearance of a sword.

Zhao Wu'an waved his hand to signal An Qing and De Bing to get out of the way, held the qi sword in his hand, and slashed at the void.

The opposite screen was split into two sections in an instant.

An Qing and De Bing were already dumbfounded, and even Zhao Wu'an himself was slightly stunned.

He has been trapped in the third-grade realm for more than four years, and he thought that with his own talent, he would not be able to get the second-grade in this life. Unexpectedly, a bluestone brick that was beyond imagination actually helped him break through the realm successfully, which was really an unexpected harvest.

Such a sudden breakthrough made Zhao Wu'an hard to believe. Savoring the new atmosphere of the second grade, Zhao Wu'an tried to wield the fog sword in his hand again, and unsurprisingly, Yao Yao cut the unlucky screen into four or five sections.

This is probably because what he usually cultivates is the technique of controlling the sword out of his hand to draw qi out of his body, and he has advanced to the second-grade realm, which can make the qi condense and form without the help of foreign objects, so this piece of cold qi is also under the command. In the future, it is no longer impossible to fight against others and build swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

However, when the tide rises, it is not very beneficial to release the gas engine. First, the blade created by the condensation qi machine consumes a lot of money, but the power is not very obvious, and the second is that the gas condensate is very easy to be destroyed by the opponent.

After a few swings, the screen in front of him was already miserable, and the fog sword in Zhao Wu'an's hand was also worn out a lot, and most of the blade was missing, and it was almost impossible to see the original appearance. Only then did he decide to stop, let the extremely cold mist dissipate, stretched his muscles, and said hello to the dumbfounded two people on the side: "It's broken." Now I can eat on my own. ”

As he spoke, he looked back at the broken handcuffs and shackles on the ground, and seemed to show a hint of regret.

Breaking the realm is obviously an important event for people in the martial arts, but he said it as casually as if he had eaten a meal.

But this is difficult and hard, hundreds of sleepless nights of sword cultivation suffering, how can the two people standing next to them be imaginable?

Zhao Wu'an, who had made an astonishing move, was unconscious, took the wooden bowl in Debing's hand by himself, and wanted to sit on the edge of a few cases and enjoy a good meal.

Unexpectedly, as soon as one foot stepped out, there was a crackling sound behind him. Zhao Wu'an looked back, and a crack appeared in the bluestone slab bricks on the soles of his feet.

The cracks spread rapidly like a poisonous snake swimming, and while they continued to extend, more cracks appeared one after another, and within a moment, the whole bluestone slab was densely cracked, like the ice porcelain burned in Jingdezhen.

Zhao Wu'an had just broken through the realm, and his reaction was unprecedentedly agile, and he jumped out of the danger area in one fell swoop, blocking in front of An Qing and De Bing.

After a while, the whole bluestone slab collapsed like an angry wave shattering on a boulder, shocking a hustle and bustle.

Zhao Wu'an narrowed his eyes: "This is ...... below"

An Qing's eyes were sharp, and she suddenly saw the light in the dust and mist, and exclaimed, "There is a light there! There is a tunnel under this stone slab!"

Zhao Wu'an covered his mouth and nose and flew into the dust and mist. After falling down for less than a zhang, his feet really touched the cold ground, and when he reached out and touched it, a cold air penetrated his fingertips in an instant, eroding his muscles and bones.

Zhao Wu'an turned forward, his body fell another foot, and when he turned around, he found that the previous landing point was actually a piece of cold jade the size of a bed.

The space is a square platform, with everlasting lights on both sides, as bright as day, and at the end of the narrow passage in front of it, a figure flashes away.

Zhao Wu'an immediately made a decision, stepped into a thunderous step, and chased straight up. During the period, the cold air in his hand was condensed, and a slender stabbing spear was condensed, hanging empty in the palm of his hand.

When he chased to the corner at the end, Zhao Wu'an threw the cold qi condensation spear in his hand from afar, and at the same time flew up and chased with all his might.

The lights in the tunnel were no brighter than the previous platform, and Zhao Wu'an couldn't see the appearance of the fleeing person in front of him, but he clearly heard a groan, and quickly realized that the flying spear had hit the target.

But at this time, he was already far away from the cold jade bed, there was no cold air to produce equipment, and his own true qi was too light to maintain such a long distance, so he had no choice but to run wildly, obviously barefoot, stepping on the tunnel, but he could repeatedly startle the sound of explosions and thunder.

Although Zhao Wu'an chased quickly, he was still not very familiar with this tunnel after all. After running into the darkness for a while, he was forced to stop in front of a wall.

Realizing that this was a dead end, Zhao Wuan said that it was not good, and retreated according to the original way, only to find that the tunnels were criss-crossed, and there were countless forks, and each road had lanterns that were bright, and the area almost covered the entire underground of Jiuda Temple. There was no trace of the previous figure.

Obviously, it is impossible for such a huge underground structure to be excavated by one person or a few people.

If you chase it down again, it is very likely that you will strayed into the tiger's den, not to mention that there is no flying sword by your side at this time, and Zhao Wuxin has no bottom in the middle, so he really doesn't dare to go deep rashly.

After thinking about it again, Zhao Wu'an returned the same way and walked back to the cold jade bed.

The location of this cold jade bed was too coincidental, and it was actually facing the bluestone slab where he was imprisoned before. No wonder I have always felt cold and piercing, it turns out that there is such a mystery under the stone slab.

The cold mist on the cold jade bed was scattered around the bed, scattered with a few dusty rootless pandan plants, which had been separated from their roots for a long time, but these plants were still green and fresh, as if they had just been plucked. The front is translucent and smooth, flat as a mirror, and there is only one place, which is a little shorter than the others, as if it has been cut off with a knife.

There were whispers from An Qing and De Bing above, probably worried about Zhao Wu'an's safety, and they were discussing whether to ask for help or come down to investigate Yunyun in person. It was far away, but the sound was clearly audible.

Zhao Wuxin smiled secretly, lifted his breath and stepped on the cold jade bed, then flew up and returned to the room.