This mass of heat keeps wandering in the dantian, the lower abdomen is like a furnace, emitting a raging heat, the numbness fades, with the dantian as the center, the warm feeling spreads towards the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the whole person is like soaking in hot water, and every cell is cheering and jumping.

Qi and blood are connected, and the two are one.

Blood Derived Qi

Qi replenishes blood

After cultivating the internal force, the qi and blood up and down the body did not weaken, but increased by three points, the red blood flowed, a stream of hot air emanated from the pores, and the cold qi entrenched around was directly melted, turning into a trace of water vapor to rise.

The inside and outside are one, and the body is like an oven.

In the world of embroidered spring swords, this is already the highest level of martial arts cultivation.

There are two people who have reached this level, him and Sword Immortal Qinghe.

And in this life, the unity of inside and outside is the starting point of martial arts, and it can only be regarded as breaking away from the shackles of ordinary people.

The end of the martial arts path was out of reach, just like the peak that was tens of thousands of feet high, far from what he could peep at now.

......

"In this life, you must step to the top. Feeling the powerful power flowing in his body, Zhang Zheng said in a deep voice.

......

"Bang dang", he pulled out the sheathed wooden knife in the rock wall with his backhand, held the sheath in his left hand, put his right hand on the hilt, and buckled the blade with his thumb.

"Iai Slash"

The blade was quickly drawn and retracted in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a single trail behind.

Silent

Fast to the extreme

After just one breath, a hideous knife mark appeared on the rock wall three feet in front of him, one foot deep and three feet long.

This is just a wooden knife, if it is replaced with a steel knife, how terrible the power will be.

......

"At this time, Old Man Zhang should be back. He looked at the sky, then took his long knife and walked towards the dense forest outside the canyon.

......

It was late at night, a cold moon hung high, the stars were shining, the snow on the ground had not yet melted, and the earth was white.

......

From afar, you can see the bonfires burning in the Qingshui River Temple, as well as the noisy human voices.

The temple has expanded several times, and the statue of the god of the Qingshui River has been re-erected in the temple.

At this time, the beggars were busy preparing dinner, and a long wooden table was filled with all kinds of meat.

"Why hasn't this kid come back yet. ”

"yes, they're starving. ”

The beggars called, but none of them moved their chopsticks, they were waiting for someone.

Old man Zhang glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze, he was holding a book in his hand with a blue cover.

......

After a while, Zhang Zheng came back, he put down the beast in his hand, this is a black tiger, a zhang long, blood stained red black fur, at the neck, there is a fatal knife edge.

......

"You broke through?" said the old man in the corner.

He smiled and nodded, and Old Man Zhang didn't say anything more, but handed over a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Zhang Zheng didn't know how the old man saw it, just like himself, the old man also had his own secrets.

......

The night was spent in meditation.

Before dawn the next day, he took a wooden knife and went out of the river temple. After cultivating internal strength, his body would consume more energy, and he had to hunt more beasts to replenish his body's qi and blood.

Fortunately, Tianxue City was originally on the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain, and the most important thing here was the fierce beasts, and even more powerful demon beasts, but he had never seen them before.

The demon beast is an existence that is countless times more powerful than the beast, just like the relationship between a warrior and an ordinary person.

Demon beasts are also cultivated from beasts.

As its name suggests, the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain are full of powerful demon beasts, even if they are powerful warriors, they can't set foot in them, and they will die for a lifetime.

......

After continuous killing and cultivation, the qi in Zhang Zhengdantian's field was growing rapidly, although it could not be mobilized yet, but by feeding back to the flesh, even the qi, blood and strength were skyrocketing.

It's like there's no limit.

......

In the blink of an eye, it is half a year

......

On this day, he was practicing sword techniques in the valley when suddenly a shouting sound sounded outside the valley.

He stopped practicing, jumped up with a wooden knife, spanned three zhang away, and disappeared into the dense forest after a few ups and downs.

......

"Why are you so flustered, what's going on?"

The panicked beggars turned their heads when they heard the familiar voice.

"Zhang Zheng, something happened to Old Man Zhang, you go and take a look. ”

"Where is the old man now. He frowned.

"In the ruined temple. ”

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Zheng disappeared in front of them again.

......

At this time, the front of the Qingshui River Temple was full of people, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was heavy.

"Alas, that damn Zhang Mazi. ”

"Old man Zhang is afraid that he will not live long. ”

"It hurts so badly. ”

......

"What's wrong with the old man?" the indifferent tone sent chills through his heart, and a majestic murderous aura rushed over his face, and an indescribable oppression enveloped the River Temple.

A group of beggars shivered, as if they had fallen into an infernal hell, and did not even dare to breathe boldly.

"Ahem...... The old man was seriously injured by Zhang Mazi. A beggar said with difficulty.

......

Zhang Zheng's eyes were full of murderous intent, pushed away everyone, and came inside.

Old man Zhang was lying in the corner covered in blood, and there was a gray-haired doctor next to him who was stopping the bleeding.

"Doctor, is there any hope for him?"

He said softly, the old man shook his head, and sighed: "This knife is cut on the heart, the gods are difficult to save, all the old man can do is to let him live for two more hours." ”

......

"Well, you guys get out of the way, I want to be alone with the old man. Zhang Zheng's tone suppressed anger.

The doctor and the others hurriedly exited the ruined temple.

The wooden knife fell to the ground, he bent down to help the old man up, and said in his ear: "Old man, if you still have any wishes, I will definitely help you fulfill them." ”

"Ahem" The old man Zhang came to his senses and grinned, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, wetting his clothes.

"Ahem, God treats me well, and I can see you again before I die. Old man Zhang said tremblingly.

Every time he said a word, his breath weakened, but the turbidity in his eyes faded, and a trace of essence appeared.

Back to light

With difficulty, the old man took out a black token from his arms with both hands and put it in Zhang Zheng's hand.

"The old man has been lonely all his life, there is nothing for you, you can take this thing well, if there is no place for you in this world in the future, take it to the depths of the endless sea. ”

The old man didn't explain much, and when he had finished speaking, he kept silent, and looked straight to the west, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

It was his homeland, but he could never go back.

......

Old man Zhang died, died in Zhang Zheng's arms, this lonely old man did not say anything about his experience until he died, leaving only a token.

"Demon"

Zhang Zheng muttered to himself, he didn't know what the old man's words meant.

He didn't bother to think about it, he was used to seeing life and death in two lives, and he was only slightly sad and regretful in his heart.

There are only two things you can do on your own.

Bury the old man.

Then avenge him.

......

After a while, the beggars came in, and by this time the old man Zhang was already out of breath.

"Did Zhang Mazi do it?" Zhang Zheng asked them.

Everyone nodded.

"You all divide the money, go away, I won't come back here again." ”

He threw the silver on his body to them, then put the wooden knife on his back, and carried the old man's body out of the river temple with both hands, and rushed towards the valley where he cultivated.

......

The old man had no children in his life, and Zhang Zheng dug a pit seven or eight meters deep in the ice of the valley and buried him in it.

The ice here has not melted for thousands of years, and if he has the chance, he will come back again to bring the old man back to his hometown for burial.

The next thing is to kill.

"Zhang Mazi, is it? Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you and use your head to pay tribute to the old man. The killing intent in Zhang Zheng's chest was surging, and the qi in the dantian was agitated.

The wind is blowing.