Jiuhua Mountain, Tianlong Temple.

An exhausting morning has finally passed. Li Zhi still went to Luojing, ten miles away, to get water as usual, and threw Luoshi out of Luoshui until the two large barrels were full, and then carried them back.

It was still very difficult for him to catch water every time, but through long-term practice and watching his senior brothers practice in his spare time, he can now actually use his internal force to absorb a small amount of well water, which can be regarded as a great help to him.

The distance of ten miles is still far away, the two large buckets of water are still heavy, the young man with long hair will still be late, and he can still be seen running back and forth around the solemn Tianlong Temple, but he can now easily control the number of laps within four hundred. Therefore, it is no accident that he was able to complete the task before noon.

Drawing water, Zama stepping and meditation are all compulsory lessons for Li Zhi every day, but three years have passed, and the abbot only lets Li Zhi practice these basic skills every day, and does not pass on the exercises of the Five Elements Fist and the Twelve Shapes Fist to him, which is also the most puzzling and headache for Li Zhi.

Dragon-shaped fist, vigorous and violent, tiger-shaped fist, strong fist, monkey-shaped fist, flexible body, horse-shaped fist, steady pace, harrier-shaped fist, light body, bear-shaped fist, rigid and soft.

It can be said that each punch has its own uniqueness, and similarly, each punch also has its own special move to defeat the enemy, but in the face of different enemies, only flexible use can be surprisingly successful.

Now, three years later, he has finally received another assignment......

His mission was to climb a mountain peak every day, and he walked up and down the mountain on foot, without the help of any magic weapons in between.

There is no road up the mountain, and the wall stands thousands of miles, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky.

Then you need to pass through a large dense wood, which is verdant, almost towering, and occasionally infested with wild beasts.

There is a wide river that you have to cross in between, with only a few small rocks to tread through, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the river.

The way down is all steep and cliffy, just as dangerous as the road up the mountain.

Li Zhi went up the mountain every day at no time, and he could not come down until the evening. On the way, he fell off the cliff countless times, fell into the river countless times, was scratched by tree branches and attacked by fierce beasts, sweat and ragged clothes became his constant characteristics every time he went down the mountain, perhaps only he knew the difficulties and dangers!

Regarding the task assigned to him by the abbot, Li Zhi was also very puzzled.

He originally wanted to practice Xingyi Quan with his senior brothers, but he didn't dare not listen to the abbot's words, so he had to climb over that high mountain over and over again.

In fact, even he didn't notice that his body and martial arts had changed a lot......

As for the book "Shaolin Meditation Mantra", Li Zhi is still practicing continuously, although he doesn't know how this exercise will help his other practices, but he still enjoys practicing it, but he also faintly feels that his body and mind are becoming more and more relaxed, lighter and lighter, and closer to nature.

And that other book of heaven is still an unsolved mystery......

Tianshan, Lingyun Peak.

The square was so empty. After the end of the Tien Shan Meeting, all the rings in the square were demolished, but the cracks left in the walls and the ground still bear witness to the fierce battles.

After the baptism of wind and rain and the erosion of time, all the cracks may disappear, but the memory in the heart can never be erased.

Just after the hour, a lot of people gathered in the square, a small number of them were the top eight of the Tianshan Conference, and most of them were their companions, such as Lin Xiaodie, Liu Dashan and Tian Guangguang, who came with Chen Xiaomo.

"Senior sister, why do we have to wait here so early?" Chen Xiaomo looked sleepy-eyed, and it could be roughly guessed that he was dragged up by Lin Xiaodie when he was still asleep.

Lin Xiaodie shrugged her shoulders and said, "Stinky boy, do you think I want to get up so early? As for when they summoned you, I don't know. ”

Tian Guangguang put his hands on Chen Xiaomo's shoulders and said with a smile: "Boy, cheer up!" As he spoke, he exerted his hands hard, Chen Xiaomo's shoulders ached, and he immediately straightened up.

"After all, this is the award ceremony for the top eight in the Tianshan Conference, it is extremely glorious and sacred, you must perform well later!" Liu Dashan said proudly, as if he himself had entered the top eight.

Chen Xiaomo smiled, then nodded.

Suddenly, he felt that there was a gaze that was always looking at him, so intense. He looked back and saw a beautiful, cold face, eyes that were looking at him, but there was a complicated look in his eyes.

Chen Xiaomo did not shy away from it, and also looked at Shen Yuehua, the moment the two eyes touched in the air, Shen Yuehua's face changed slightly, she immediately withdrew her gaze and turned her head to the other side. Chen Xiao pondered for a while, and finally looked away.

At this time, Chen Xiaomo suddenly found that his senior sister's gaze had been staying in one place, and the expression on his face was also frozen at that moment.

Chen Xiaomo followed his senior sister's gaze, and a face that made Chen Xiaomo hate it in his dreams appeared in his sight.

If he could, he really wanted to rush over and vent the hatred in his heart, but how could he be Wu Huaicheng's opponent?

Even if he can beat it, can the other senior brothers in the same sect let him go? I'm afraid, I can't even pass the senior sister's level, although now the senior sister's face is full of disdain and resentment.

"Hello, I'm Yin Tianqiu, a disciple of Lingyun Peak!" A young and handsome disciple walked up to Shen Yuehua with a smile on his face, and his right hand had been stretched out in front of her, waiting for her response.

However, Shen Yuehua's face had no expression, it was still as cold as ice. Without even raising her hand, she turned and walked back. Yin Tianqiu, who was ignored, gritted his teeth in anger, but the hand that had been stretched out was embarrassed and didn't know how to take it back.

Since then, most people have been discussing the wonderful grand occasion of this Tianshan Conference, arguing about whose moves are chic and whose moves are extremely powerful, and many people have congratulated Ren Changfeng, who won the crown. And Shen Yuehua's face has been cloudy and uncertain.

Everyone stood here for an hour, and when they arrived, only the disciples of Ling Yunfeng came down to report that the head of the sect and the first seat of the group were going to summon everyone in the Ling Xiao Palace.

Under the leadership of the disciples of Ling Yun Peak, the disciples of all veins climbed the ladder in groups of three or five and came to the Ling Xiao Palace.

Entering the Lingxiao Palace, there was a sense of solemnity. The head of Tianhengzi is on the upper seat, and the head of each vein sits on both sides.

And there is a detail, Chen Xiaomo didn't find out until today, that is, there are three seats on each side of Tianhengzi, that is, there are six seats in total, but in addition to the head, Ling Yunfeng only has a total of five first seats, so one seat has been empty there, I don't know if it is for the symmetry of the layout, or if that seat has been reserved for someone in the first place?

The Lingxiao Hall is so big that it can accommodate hundreds of people, Chen Xiaomo and other more than 50 people stand there but it seems empty, according to the meaning of the head of Tianhengzi, the top eight of the Tianshan Conference stand at the front, and they are arranged in order according to the ranking of the competition. The disciples who came together stood behind them, and the disciples of the same lineage stood together in a row, divided into six columns.

In such an environment, Chen Xiaomo really has a sense of oppression. He looked around, feeling that whether it was the master, the master, or the head of each lineage, they all focused their eyes on him, and that kind of gaze that was almost tortured made him really uncomfortable.

"Chen Xiaomo!" Gao Yang's rather stern voice echoed in the Lingxiao Palace.

Chen Xiaomo was taken aback, and took a step forward, this may be a habit he developed during military training!