A wisp of breeze blows, bringing up pieces of green leaves, the shadows of the trees, the flowers and butterflies flying, stirring up a pool of clear water, ripples a little, and the water is rippling.

More than half a moon has passed since Zhang Zheng took office as the city lord of Heavenly Snow City, and the major forces watching the scenery have left, and this remote city has returned to its previous silence. The cold wind blew out from the towering monster mountain range, slightly dispelling the heat brought by the scorching sun, and the majestic city towered over the earth, stretching endlessly, waving its flags.

The battle flags of the Flying Snow Army are planted in every corner of the city, and the soldiers in dark armor can be seen everywhere, wearing long knives, holding long ge, and the hideous beast face makes people shudder, and the murderous aura makes the beasts in the mountains in the distance fearful.

The four gates of the southeast, northwest and northwest are wide open, and merchants and warriors go back and forth with them, spending a long winter, without heavy snow blocking the road, and Tianxue City ushers in the most prosperous season of the year.

The change of lord did not affect the passers-by, and they did not care who was the lord of the city.

The wind, blowing gently.

Blow the wind chimes of the eaves.

"Ding Ding Ding"

"Ding Ding Ding"

Reverberating in the majestic city lord's mansion, the towering pavilion overlooks the thousands of miles of plains, with a total of nine floors.

The number of heaven and earth, nine is the extreme, everything in the world is not perfect, and under the road, there is always a trace of incompleteness.

He didn't like to be on top, and he didn't like to blow the wind in the nine-story hall all day long, so he built a courtyard at the back of the palace, which was exactly the same as the Red Pavilion, without luxury and luxury, only elegant and true.

The old trees sprouted in the shade, and the sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, leaving a circle of blurry spots on the ground, and a chair was placed in the shade.

Zhang Zheng was reclining on a chair, carefully wiping the long knife in his hand, and the snow-white blade reflected a hint of chill. His movements were very gentle, as if he were treating his lover, and his palm stroked the blade of the knife, smooth as a mirror, and not stained with dust.

Right now, Heavenly Snow City is on the right track, and it is running in an orderly manner, with Qiudian taking care of things, he is too lazy to worry about it anymore.

In all fairness, Zhang Zheng is not a good city lord, and he doesn't really want to be this city lord, but for Chen Qiudian, he is willing to take on this responsibility.

It is not easy to have such a quiet day, and most of the things in the City Lord's Mansion are handled by her.

"Vajra is not bad, and the Divine Skill has broken through to the Great Perfection, and if the Ice Technique wants to break through to the fifth layer, it will not be able to do it in a moment and a half. He rubbed his chin and thought about it, there were very few ways to increase his strength, only to put some effort into the sword path.

"The three swords of the Nose Passage that have been refined by returning to the sea should be able to cultivate. In the end, Zhang Zheng thought about it, or chose to practice the three knives of the nose passage, this exercise first casts the sword intent, creates the knife momentum, controls the situation with the intention, and does the opposite, according to his calculations, after the practice, his sword intent can be further improved.

According to the annotation of the Dongxuan realm on the true explanation of the cave Xuan, the stronger the meaning, the easier it is to condense the golden pill.

When the magic sword intent is completed, you may be able to try to condense the martial arts golden pill in the dantian.

Zhang Zheng was thinking about it in his mind, when suddenly a tempting fragrance came from the tip of his nose, which aroused his appetite.

You don't have to think about it to know who's coming.

"I don't do my job all day, I'm lazy here, and I don't know how to help my mother share the burden. Hearing Chen Qiudian's voice from a distance, with a little grievance, she walked over with a plate of osmanthus cake.

Today's weather is hot and dry, so she wore a long emerald Luo shirt and long skirt, and she could faintly see her beautiful body, and deliberately stood up in front of him with a towering snow white, seeing that Zhang Zheng's lower abdomen was hot, and it was not easy to attack, so she squinted and pretended not to see.

"Open your mouth. She said softly, and then brought a plate of osmanthus cake to his mouth.

"I really don't know if you are the city lord or I am the city lord, I have been busy with affairs recently, and the corners of my eyes have wrinkles. She leaned her head on Zhang Zheng's chest and said dissatisfiedly: "Tell me what to compensate the old lady." ”

"Take it. He put down the long knife in his hand and spread his hands: "This is the most valuable thing for me." ”

"Scoundrel. She pouted, snorted coldly, turned her head and looked at the man's face silently, only by staying by his side would she feel safe, if she could, she would rather not leave a single step.

"I gave you all my most valuable things, you don't want it, you can't blame me. Zhang Zheng pursed his lips, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and gently put it in her mouth, his face was rarely correct.

"I'm going to retreat. ”

"Before you become the lord of the city, you have to retreat. She stared at him with watery eyes, her hands unconsciously on the soft flesh around her waist, ready to move.

"It hurts...... Don't pinch. He hurriedly hugged her with both hands, grinning and shouting in pain, Qiudian laughed non-stop, "I haven't moved you yet, and you start to cry out in pain." ”

"It's okay to retreat if you want, but you have to promise me one thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Zhang Zheng was alert, every time he said this, it was not good. Qiudian gave him an elusive look, got up from him, and went out of the courtyard with brisk steps.

Confused.

Soon he knew what this elusive look meant.

It was night, the moon was shining in the sky, the stars were shining, the courtyard was shrouded in a layer of misty white light, and the sound of wind chimes echoed, mixed with the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

A few cicadas broke the silence, and a different atmosphere filled the room.

The door opened, and she was wearing a plain thin dress, with a faint view of snow-white scenery, a pretty face flushed, and an irresistible temptation in her charm. Zhang Zheng, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes, dissipated his internal strength, and frowned when he saw her dressed like this: "What are you going to do." ”

She closed the door of the room and sat down on the bed with a twist, a little embarrassed: "I'm scared, I can't sleep alone." ”

"Ahem," he said softly, "You're thinking about spring." ”

"Hmph, I don't care, if you want to retreat tomorrow, you will have to sleep with my mother tonight, this is your compensation for me. She raised her eyebrows, forcibly suppressed her shyness, and pressed him down on the bed.

The red tent fell, and the candle flickered for a moment before it was extinguished.

"Don't do anything excessive. In the dark, she was a little nervous and timid, faintly with a little suppressed excitement, and the two of them hugged each other, and their lips seemed to be only a hair's length apart.

"Then what do you say I can do. He asked softly.

"Hmph, don't do anything, just sleep with your arms. ”

"Uh-huh" Before the words were finished, the two of them were tightly entangled, the bed shook gently, and the room echoed with suppressed moans, converging together, and finally becoming more and more high-pitched, turning into a gentle tune.

Success will come when conditions are ripe.

......

At the highest point of the nine-story hall, there are three innate martial artists guarding this floor, and there are many masters hidden in the secret.

The ninth floor, which temporarily became his retreat place, walked out of her room refreshed, and Zhang Zheng began a boring retreat.

The three swords of the Nose Road are created by the Hundred Refinements of the Returning Sea, and if the realm is not forcibly cultivated, they will only fall into the Demon Dao, just like the Hundred Refinements of the Returning Sea and the Returning to the Sea, they have become monsters who only know how to kill, and the reason is that the magic knife intent is too extreme, and the three sword intents, one is stronger than the other, and one is more than the other.

But it is undeniable that if he completely controls the Demon Sword Intent, his strength will skyrocket several times, and now that his internal strength has reached the shackles, he can only work hard from the Sword Intent.

It seems that every breakthrough of Zhang Zheng is a breakthrough in the realm to drive internal force, and the world that is the first in the world is also similar to this time. After the internal force reaches the bottleneck, the knife will be repaired.

In the empty hall, there was an ice bed, and there was nothing else.

Cross-legged, the long knife is placed flat on the knee, both hands are on the knife body, the dantian is heavy, the mind is unified, the distracting thoughts in the mind are eliminated, and it tends to be calm, like an ancient well, without waves.

Before each cultivation, he must first carry out a sword meditation, use his heart to communicate with the knife in his hand, cleanse his mind, completely eliminate her shadow in his mind, and wait until everything returns to nothingness, a condensed edge erupts from his body, and the cold internal force is swallowed and breathed along the mouth and nose, and then inhaled from the acupoints around the body, taking the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and performing the Great Zhou Tian Cycle.

When the Dafa of absorbing Gong was used, a whirlpool immediately appeared on the top of his head, frantically absorbing the cold air between heaven and earth, and a layer of white frost covered Zhang Zheng, and then extended out, and soon turned into a country of ice and snow within a radius of ten zhang.

One day

Two days

Three days

Unconsciously, another half a month passed, and a trace of scarlet internal force appeared on his body, lingering in the center of his eyebrows, filled with a tyrannical and piercing knife intent.

Magic Knife Intent

In half a month, he comprehended a trace of sword intent, and as time delayed, this wisp of sword intent continued to strengthen, followed by more and more scarlet internal force, which was about to completely submerge him.

The guards around the main hall didn't dare to approach at all, and under the threat of sword intent, they only felt that there was a fierce beast with a bloody mouth open and peeking at them all the time.

It's a terrible feeling

The soul has to endure torture all the time.

The mentally weak have retreated, and they dare not stay within a radius of fifty zhang.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and the Flying Snow Army guarding automatically retreated.

Every day at this time, she would come on time, standing at the door, Qiudian's eyes were full of worry, the huge affairs made her seem a little anxious, but more because of the worry in her heart.