Tie Shixin was taken aback, and hurriedly pushed the two jade bottles back to Feng Qingye, although he was a low-level qi refiner, but Tie Shixin, who made a living by collecting medicines, didn't understand the value of the Vitality Runluo Pill and the Yuan Qi Breaking Realm Pill? ”

"What's so unbearable? This is the affection of my younger brother, and Brother Tie can't stand it, should I go and give it to the moon in the sky?" After speaking, he pointed to the crescent moon hanging on the side of the water lily mountain in the dusk.

The young man who listened to it was sincere and interesting, and Tie Shixin slowly accepted the two jade bottles.

The two sat down again.

"Brother Feng, when you were drunk for the first time, I didn't remember the words you sang, so you sing them for me again. Iron Stone said with some shame.

The young man's mood was also a little uncomfortable, and when he heard this, he nodded slightly, which was considered a promise.

After a long while, he began to sing.

"Mo Daoxian's family is like a home, and the cold smoke is deep in the dream lotus. Who came here to bring wine? a lake of ice jade and a lake of yarn. The young man whispered softly, and the sorrow of parting was also sung into it, which was very different from the light singing of that day. The murmur drifted away in the wind, drifting into the growing night, and the glimmer of the crescent moon bewildered this isolated world.

The next day, when I went out at night, I knew that the iron and stone heart was gone.

There was a sense of loss rippling back and forth in my heart, like the water in a shaking green glass cold jade bottle.

In the next few days, the teenager's mood was still a little low. I want to come to the first friend I made, in just 10 days, all the same interests and temperaments, but they are separated, how can I not be haunted by a faint sorrow? In the past few days, the young man's cultivation has intensified, thinking that it is because he wants to abandon his sorrows.

As a result, the cultivation of True Qi and the cultivation of the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique every day were all one more time. If the young man's grandfather, Feng Buyu, who had "only a few old teeth left", spied on such a situation on the side, he would be relieved, and wonder which tendon was misplaced in this lazy fellow's work.

The effect of one more cultivation came to the fore after a month, and the cultivation of the true qi of the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Realm made great progress, and under its washing, the width and strength of the meridians also increased, especially the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique, the midwinter of the Falling Snow Mountain Range became colder and colder, making the cold qi of the Water Lily Lake thicker and thicker, and every time he cultivated, he could clearly feel that the cold qi gathered was becoming more and more acute and rough, and when he was running the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique, the pain in his whole body was also getting worse and worse.

The benefits of this state of affairs can also be manifested in the way of seeing, that is, the second divine consciousness begins to freeze at first, the shadow flickers in the purple mansion, and under the cold air of a lake, the divine consciousness grows as fast as a violent wind—of course, this rapid speed of the wind is the self-identification and self-praise of the young man.

Feng Qingye was even intoxicated with such a cultivation method, and he had the constant idea of "shocking the old man's teeth". Imagine next spring, a wild spring in the background of the young man from the snowy mountains to return from the clouds, the old man waiting in the withered leaf peak, to welcome the return of the boy, when he sees his own cultivation for the crazy growth of the "old" appearance of surprise and sigh, the proud boy will be so hearty?

Thoughts drifted here, and the boy couldn't help but smile.

Of course, there are also the next imaginations: such as approving him to enjoy the flowers of the water lily lake in the summer, allowing him to go to Qingzhou to find friends, etc.

In the interval between cultivation, Feng Qingye continued to understand the Wind Shadow Technique taught by Feng Buyu, and his cognition deepened more and more.

On this day, after sitting in the middle of the Water Lily Lake, the sky was clear and clear, and the blue sky was clear, but there was a gust of wind on the ground, and a small gray cloud hung on the north side of the sky. The gray clouds move sharply to the south under the action of the wind, and gradually thicken and thicken, when the clouds drift to the top of the water lily mountain, it has become inky black and black, the sky is as if it has entered the night, the air is depressed, and there is a general idea of "cold rain entering the lake day and night".

I wanted to go back to the light night of the small phantom array, but I didn't know which nerve was at fault, so I simply lay flat on the surface of the lake, my whole body was completely relaxed, feeling the shadow of the day and night and the dull and oppressive breath in the air, and my eyes were cast on the black oppressive clouds as usual, and my mind entered the state of emptiness that he was accustomed to, thinking nothing, thinking nothing, thinking and thinking.

The ink clouds became lower and lower, but the strange thing was that the earth-shattering wind that was blowing suddenly stopped, and even the mountain wind and lake wind that had been flowing endlessly also stopped. All the winds are frozen like water, and this stagnation, the sudden pause of time. The wind is textured and rests in the middle of the lake and the clouds, although viscous but even more apprehensive, as if it can't break free from the invisible bondage.

The light night in the empty state seems to have a new understanding of the wind because of this feeling. The tentacles of his divine consciousness gently approached the wind of materialization, but the resistance was too great, and he could only sneak little by little, and each point of sneaking was only a grain of rice long distance, but even so, the divine consciousness in the purple mansion did not have the slightest sense of weakness.

What is the force that restricts the movement of the wind between heaven and earth?

Why is it that the power of the winds can hinder the movement of the consciousness without weakening it?

The boy is in the empty mood he has created, asking questions, but he is confused.

Sneaking within the pause, I wanted to get closer and closer to touch the essence of the wind, or I wanted to touch the essence of the wind, but suddenly, several lightning bolts erupted from the ink clouds, one of which sharply slashed towards the top of the Water Lily Mountain, followed by a thunderous roar on the mountain, as if the top of the mountain was thundered. The light of lightning and the sound of thunder blew the wind out of the silence.

The young man trembled all over, only to find that the inky black clouds had long since disappeared to the west, and this small world in the Water Lily Mountain had actually recovered its original snow.

Shaking his head, he stared at the top of the water lily mountain for a while, and saw nothing, only the ice and snow that did not melt all year round and some clouds and smoke.

The young man was puzzled, as if what he had just experienced was just a dream, but it was not a dream.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, and when the time comes, tell your grandfather about this bizarre celestial phenomenon, and he will definitely be able to explain it.

In the past month, he had forgotten all about this matter, and the young man ushered in a good news: the second sand-like divine consciousness had finally completely crystallized, and at the same time, the second wind blade had also condensed under the full speed of the true qi.

Seeing that he had two sand grains and two wind blades, under the novelty, Feng Qingye tried to attach a sand grain divine sense to the wind blade, and played to fuse the two. After seven days of trying and playing with it, I finally succeeded.

This success marked a significant progress for the young man: the Wind Blade, which was originally pure True Qi and simple spells, was able to dance the Three Flowing Wind Styles with the integration of the sand-like divine consciousness and driven by the divine consciousness, and it was also a two-piece Wind Blade Dance Double Flowing Wind Three Forms.

Using the wind blade to show the sword intent of the flowing wind, the boy feels that it is really fun.

For three days in a row, he concentrated on the Wind Blade version of the Flowing Wind Three Styles, polishing it more and more wishfully, and even ignoring the usual cultivation of True Qi and the cultivation of the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique.