Although snowflakes and fallen leaves are somewhat similar, they still feel very different from the fundamentals, although the fallen leaves can also express their casualness, but they are a little clumsy in the end, and they only fall from the trees, and the space that can be displayed is not large, so they have lost the realm of "floating";

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, from scattered small snow particles to goose feather snow in the sky, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snowflakes with the wind began to fly all over the sky, and Ming Xuan's eyes were already white.

Smart and elegant, the snowflakes flutter gently with the wind, although Mingxuan is in the mountains and forests, so the mountain breeze is not completely fixed in a direction to blow, but in a whirlwind, so the snowflakes are also fluttering around, without a qualitative, just like a young girl dancing in the air, sprinkled and unpredictable.

Fast and complicated, although the direction of the wind is not qualitative, but the wind is still quite strong, and as the wind strengthens, Ming Xuan feels that the snowflakes have been overwhelmingly rushing towards him, and the cold wind mixed with the snowflakes slashed towards Ming Xuan's face like a sharp blade, which almost made Ming Xuan unable to open his eyes.

But what else is there in the snow besides the agility and swiftness? This is exactly what Ming Xuan is looking for.

Ming Xuan practiced the snow swordsmanship in this snow, but this time Ming Xuan did not practice according to his own will, but practiced without consciousness at all, and followed the rhythm of the surrounding snowflakes to practice again, if the snowflakes fell casually, then he went to fit the smart and elegant sword realm; if the snowflakes were overwhelming, then he would turn to the rapid complexity; or both, Ming Xuan also completely fit this feeling; but even so, Ming Xuan still felt that his swordsmanship was less harmonious than the real snow, and this was the problem that had always plagued Ming Xuan。

"What's the problem?" In the constant change, Ming Xuan's sense of disharmony is getting stronger and stronger, he simply stopped, if he practiced hard in the wrong way, not only will it not help, but it will be farther and farther wrong, it is better to stop and carefully observe the snowflakes in the sky, maybe he can have some understanding.

Ming Xuan began to observe carefully, but there were so many snowflakes that his eyes were spent, and finally Ming Xuan simply stared at one of them, an extremely ordinary one, and traced its trajectory with the wind.

This snowflake is no different from all the other snowflakes, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, completely unpredictable, until it finally falls gently on the ground, and it looks so harmonious, but it makes Ming Xuan keenly grasp the opportunity!

"By the way, I know where my problem is!"

Ming Xuan found that he should have made a mistake when he understood the rapid and complicated, he was just blindly pursuing the fast! But what would be the end of the fast, it was endless, but in reality, would the snow continue like this? Definitely not! Just like the snowflake he was chasing just now, it is a combination of fast and slow, the speed depends on the influence of the wind, the force is fast, the exhaustion is slow, and it goes on in such a cycle, and it is not that it keeps floating fast with the wind, just as Ming Xuan blindly seeks speed in the swordsmanship without end, and in the end he is at a loss;

Once he thought about it, Ming Xuan immediately began to try, when he practiced the snow swordsmanship before, in order to experience the artistic conception of "fast and complicated", he often continued to speed up the speed and frequency of the sword, until his own extreme, and once thought that this set of swordsmanship was to win quickly, and it could be faster and faster with the increase of his strength, and more and more powerful, although he had faintly felt that he was a little detached from the artistic conception of drifting snow, but he didn't think too deeply at that time, and he didn't realize it until he observed the snowflakes just now.

After thinking clearly, Ming Xuan no longer blindly sought speed, and began to simulate the process of falling snowflakes, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, casual and natural, this feeling is completely different from the previous one, because there is no sense of disharmony at all, and the swordsmanship is more natural, although there is no sense of sharpness brought by the rapid sword before, but it is more weird and unpredictable, and the power is not reduced but increased!

The more Ming Xuan practiced, the better he felt! He knew that this was the true deep artistic conception of the Drifting Snow Swordsmanship! The "fast and complicated" that he had already realized should only be a part, and the combination of fast and slow, and the cycle and repetition was the king! And with the continuous adjustment, Ming Xuan felt that he had slowly merged with the snowflakes in the sky, to borrow the words of Elder Chang Feng's previous evaluation of Du Teng, in the past, Ming Xuan's practice of the Drifting Snow Sword Technique only had its form and lost its spirit, but now it should be in the form of a god!

But just as Ming Xuan was getting more and more proficient, he unexpectedly stopped, not because he felt wrong again, but because he really practiced more and more smoothly!

Ming Xuan was a little carried away after trying at the beginning, and by the time he stopped, several hours had passed, and the snow on the ground had already covered his feet, and the mountains and fields were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it would not stop for a while, I believe that after getting up tomorrow morning, the four fields would be frozen.

Looking at this white world, Ming Xuan had a look of disbelief, it felt so unreal, maybe this lush world suddenly became covered in silver, or maybe it was because he had entered the sword realm again, and it felt unexpectedly good, so good that Ming Xuan couldn't control it.

"Why is this?" Ming Xuan was puzzled, he had never felt this way, it was like a person who had been walking on a rough road, accustomed to bumps and steepness, but suddenly came to a flat ground, but he was a little unaccustomed to walking.

"Perhaps we should consult with the elder and hear his advice. This feeling Ming Xuan has never had, so he has to be cautious, the elder is insightful, and he will definitely be able to give the most pertinent judgment to help him solve this doubt.

Without further ado, Ming Xuan did not hesitate, walked straight through the white snow towards his home, and soon came back, although it had snowed heavily, but none of the senior brothers came back, they were still insisting on practicing hard, and the house was empty.

"Elder, Elder!" According to the habit of the past, the elder should have stayed in his room, but Ming Xuan knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response, it should not be there.

"If it's not in the house, it should be in the practice room. "If Elder Changfeng is at Sunset Peak, then he will only stay in these two places

"Anyway, let's ask. Although he knew that it was not good to disturb the elder's practice like this, as soon as Ming Xuan thought of the doubts in his heart, he felt that he couldn't wait for a moment.

Elder Chang Feng chose a natural stone cave as his place to practice, and he didn't need to practice his moves like them, but mostly meditated and adjusted his breath, so the elder stayed here when he was in retreat.

There was no door in the stone cave, but after Ming Xuan walked to the door, he stopped, a little hesitant, after all, it was a very bad thing to disturb other people's practice, people like them who were only in the realm of martial artists were okay, if it was a master like an elder, they might not only take the liberty of disturbing them, but also put themselves in danger.

"Who's out there?" Although Ming Xuan was already very careful, he still couldn't hide it from the elder's ears.

"It's disciple Ming Xuan, I want to ask the elder for something!" Ming Xuan replied loudly, seeing that the elder had already discovered himself, he didn't have any worries.

"Oh, come in then. "Elder Chang Feng was quite surprised, on weekdays, they would discuss the issue of cultivation at dinner, if there was a problem, it would be good to ask at dinner, why couldn't they wait for a moment like this?

"Yes!" Ming Xuan didn't hesitate and walked into the cave.

The stone cave is not deep, but it is a few times, so you can't see the situation inside the cave from outside the cave, the cave is also relatively simple, except for the incense that is burning, there is only a painting on the cave wall and a few stone platforms, Elder Chang Feng is meditating on the stone platform, and at this time he is looking at Ming Xuan who walked in from outside the cave.

Seeing that the elder was staring at him, Ming Xuan didn't dare to raise his head a little, his cultivation was disturbed by others, it was not a pleasant thing, it seemed that he was indeed a little reckless.

"Oh, is it snowing outside?" the elder saw scattered snowflakes on Ming Xuan's head and clothes.

"Yes, and the snow is not small. Seeing that there was no unhappiness in the elder's tone, Ming Xuan finally calmed down.

"Oh, pinch your fingers, it's indeed the depths of winter, it's time for snow, time flies so fast!" Elder Chang Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that the elder sighed spontaneously, Ming Xuan didn't dare to squeak in response, but just stayed quietly and listened.

"Since it's snowing, and you're in a hurry to find me, it seems that you're in the mood again. Chang Feng said with a smile, this question is still easier to deduce.

"Exactly, but the disciple seems to have encountered a new problem. Ming Xuan was a little puzzled.

"Oh, come on, don't you keep your head down, sit down and talk. Seeing that Ming Xuan actually entered the artistic conception again, Chang Feng was also very pleased, and his tone was rarely kind.

"Yes, Elder. Seeing that the elder was so easy to speak, Ming Xuan naturally let go, and looked for a stone platform to sit down.

When Ming Xuan was about to sit down, he inadvertently looked up at the painting on the stone wall, and suddenly the whole person became confused!