[Silly, today is Monday, I thought it was the weekend...... , the third watch is even to make up for yesterday, it's too involved, and I forget the passage of time-]

When a person is engaged in one thing, it is easy to forget the passage of time, forget the sound of the outside world, and fall into the realm of self.

He Yi stood on top of a bulge on the cliff, surrounded by wind and snow except for the mountain wall. In the middle of the mountain cliff, he is like an old pine entrenched, let the wind and snow blow, and he is majestic.

From closing his eyes early in the morning until noon, he finally moved.

Without opening his eyes, he was like a blind man. A blind man who focuses on boxing.

Immersed in the artistic conception of breaking the void, he kicked out a kick!

As soon as the foot passed, the air trembled. The whistling was mixed with a series of beeps, causing snow to fall on the mountain walls.

Tighten the leg, another punch.

His fist seemed to have the heat of a flame, distorting the area in sight!

On closer inspection, this distortion seems to have some kind of strange permutation, not the shape of a chaotic flame qi.

Snowflakes are falling, and the blizzard is roaring and raging in the world with a strong wind.

He Yi's eyes were still closed, ignoring and listening, still immersed in his own world.

One punch, one kick. There was a whistling and a series of crunching sounds.

Every move he made would bring a terrifying fluctuation that made the heart tremble, and even the snow that fell into the range of his qi would be twisted into undetectable ice chips, and then fall to the ground.

He Yi's fists and feet are unorganized, neither the art of fists and feet, nor the martial arts exercises to strengthen the body. But it's that simple kick, whether it's momentum or ornamentation, no less than a perfect martial arts demonstration!

After a long time, he put away his fists and feet, put down his stance, exhaled, and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, a fine light suddenly flashed, and the frenzied wind and snow seemed to be affected by his breath, and it was not close to a mile.

With a kick under his feet, he soared into the air and flew to the top of this lonely peak, overlooking the world in the wind and snow.

After two years of retreat, the void breaking style has been a small success. At this moment, under his full punch, even the Lingbao Flying Sword can be beaten into powder! And with the deepening of the comprehension of the Void Breaking Style, he has also made great progress in the Armor Breaking Style and the Mountain Breaking Style, and now the Armor Breaking Punch can contain fifteen layers of dark energy, which is almost a great achievement! Although the Mountain Breaking Style has not made so much progress, it is still easy to shock more than ten zhang in the range.

Today's He Yi is fully capable of destroying a mountain peak, so when he stands on the top of the peaks and looks down on the world, he feels different.

In the snowstormy weather, there was not a single pedestrian in sight, not even a small animal. This situation and this scene correspond to the poem "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear".

Now he is in the wind and snow and the wind and snow can not move, stepping on thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains can not be reversed, this lonely and peerless feeling, although there is no interest in fishing the cold river and snow alone, but in terms of mood, it is better than a little bit of ambition under the high spirit.

Overlooking the thousands of mountains, He Yi was suddenly proud, only feeling that if he carried a sword on his back and carried a wine gourd, he would be a sword fairy who would crisscross the world and enjoy the world.

But it's a pity that he uses a knife, and there is no wine in his hands, although he has the ability to cross the world, but he does not have the mood of sword immortals coming and going. He still has a lot of things to do, even if his strength has reached the top of Ruyi Star at the moment, it is still many, much worse than many people he has seen.

At this time, he is not qualified to be proud of the world. Standing on the top of this mountain to enjoy the snow and see the white scenery of the whole world is just a small affirmation of himself. That's all.

After seeing enough of the snow, He Yi smiled slightly, and flew away from the mountain, shuttled freely in the wind and snow, and flew south.

It is now the fourth year that he has come to the Ruyi Sect. It was a harsh winter, and this snow was the biggest and longest he had ever seen in his life. In such a climate, many mortals did not even dare to go out, and lived on the grain of the autumn harvest and the firewood prepared earlier.

It is difficult for manpower to compete with the sky, such a heavy snow, mortals can only cry out in vain, and there must be many dead people.

Although immortal cultivators are more capable and can come and go at will in the cold winter and heavy snow, there are always different types of calamities at different levels of life. Heavy snow robs mortals, while immortal cultivators have thunder tribulations, heavenly military solutions, and life and death tribulations. If you are born in this world, you can't jump out of the rules of this world. All life ends in death. It's fate.

All immortal cultivators can do is live a few more years, do more things they like, and spend more time with the people they care about.

The so-called rebellion in the novel is just a joke. No matter whether life or death is strong or weak, all variables are between heaven and earth, even if you jump out of one fate, you will fall into another fate. The common people will always be obedient.

These things had already been understood as early as when He Yi first met Dao Zun. It's just that the longer he practiced, and after seeing many births, old age, sickness, and death, his feelings for these things became bigger and bigger. He knew that fate could be chosen, but no matter how he chose, it was difficult to predict any direction other than death.

If you are not a wise man, you are always a little confused in life. Give yourself one or two goals, and you will live a more fulfilling life, and you will not be aimless like an ordinary seabird.

The goal is a temporary end point, and the process is its own effort. Now that he has cultivated to the Void Breaking Three Style, although his cultivation has not improved much, it can be regarded as a big progress, and he is closer to the goal.

The goose-feather snow is still falling.

After a while, He Yi saw and understood the Feng Sect.

It has snowed heavily for more than 20 consecutive days, and the back mountain that has not been cleaned has been piled up more than a foot high. I want to sweep now, but I'm afraid I can't sweep without spending some effort.

Flying in the air, his extraordinary vision made him see the little girl who was not afraid of the cold in the open space in front of the house was smiling lightly, playing alone in the snow. The ice and snow that ordinary people avoid are like a good toy in her hands, and they are pinched into various shapes by those little hands, and vivid and interesting snowmen are piled up on the ground.

In the past two years, He Yi has come back occasionally, but most of the time he is immersed in the artistic conception of breaking the void and practicing his fists and feet.

The pond at the foot of the front mountain could not withstand his strength a long time ago, and it was shocking to the world, so he went to the mountains hundreds of miles away in the north to cultivate alone.

The last time he came back was the New Year.,At the request of Lori, he took her to Fu'an Town to enjoy the lantern tower.,Play until late at night and come back.。 By now, more than 100 days have passed.

Lori's body is like jade, and it never grows. After knowing each other for four years, if an ordinary girl should have grown into an adult, it is time to get married. But no matter her appearance or personality, she is still like a child. Even, in the past two years, she has become more and more like a child, more and more playful, and loves to play with little tempers.

Originally, He Yi wished that she would become an ordinary child, but after so long, she still didn't grow up, but it also gave him a headache. This girl is simply carefree, and she will be very happy to play alone, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Before flying down the wooden house, He Yi glanced at the snowman that Lori had built, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

She has already built five snowmen and is now working on the sixth.

The first snowman on the left was seven feet tall, and I don't know how she got it. The appearance of this snowman is not a large and small snowball, but a shape similar to that of a human body, with hands and feet. The snowman is wearing a kudzu cloth garment, with a deliberately torn gap in his left shoulder, and a wooden stick stuck in his back as a weapon. This snowman has nothing on his face, and belongs to the expressionless series.

The second snowman looks similar to the first, but is only four feet tall, making it several smaller models overall. Probably because Lori felt that seven feet was difficult to handle, and she reduced the size of the snowman. In addition to the kudzu cloth clothes and wooden sticks, this snowman has two lotus seeds that act as eyes and red plum petals that serve as mouths. Those eyes and lips made He Yi couldn't help but chill.

The third, fourth, and fifth are all He Yi's shapes, but the things on their bodies are different. The third snowman has a crooked mouth and a wicked smile, the fourth has an oval object in front of it, and the shape of the word "sky lantern" has been specially embedded in the snow with a rope, and the fifth has a tilted head and a wooden stick that acts as a wheat roll in his mouth.

But then again, why should the wheat rolls be replaced with black burning sticks?

When his face changed several times, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, Lori's sixth snowman was also completed. This snowman, located in front of the five in a line, is only three feet tall, and its shape is very beautiful, like a living ice and snow man. The villain has a circle of leaves around its chest, and a larger leaf around its waist. The little snowman crossed his waist with his left hand and held a wooden ruler with his right hand half-stretched out, as if he was teaching the five people in front of him.

He Yi heard Lori's light laughter, she picked up five small stones from the ground next to her, patted them on the left shoulder of the five snowmen representing him one by one, and then clapped her hands and said, "You guys, big ants!"

"Poofha......"

He Yi finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and when Lori turned around and opened her mouth to be surprised that he was back, she knocked her head and scolded with a smile: "Stinky girl, bully me like this while I'm not there, what's your intention?"

She unceremoniously jumped up and slapped him on the head to get justice for herself, then took out the wooden ruler from the little snowman who represented her, patted his hand, and hummed, "No, snowman." I'm back, hit you!"

"Why did I offend you?" he couldn't laugh or cry, completely puzzled by the increasingly childish little girl, and obediently stretched out his palm to hit her.

The little girl crossed her waist with one hand and said brutally: "I'm not offended, I like to fight!"

"Uh, well...... then"

He Yi squatted down and stretched out his hands to let her have a good time.

After a few hits, Lori felt bored, so Lori returned the wooden ruler to the snowman and said "don't move", then ran to the side and flicked a snowball on the snow.

"Yo, you're going to fight me......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a fist-sized snowball had already pounced on his face, smashing the smile into distortion.

"No, don't move, call me!"

"I ......"