On the peak, the cold blows, whining, all life has fallen silent, not even a bird can see one, only cold. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Holding a large kitchen knife three feet long and one foot wide, Tianci danced wildly in the cold wind.

The Eight Desolations Liuhe Knife has been practiced for more than a month, and the weather is gradually getting colder, and it is already winter.

Although the winter in the Tian Yuan Continent was short, it was still cold. In such weather, ordinary people wear thick winter clothes.

The physique of a warrior is much better than that of ordinary people, but in such weather, he still has to wear a thicker dress to feel comfortable.

It's already cold down the mountain, let alone on the towering Plug Sky Peak. But Tianci didn't feel cold, and he felt a little hot, he practiced very wildly, and he was sweating.

When the cold wind blows, the sweat evaporates, but it is not as comfortable as being bare-chested. Tianci took off his shirt and pressed it under a stone, shook off his arms and began to practice again.

This big kitchen knife was made by He Lao in the blacksmith shop at the bottom of the mountain, and it was still the craftsmanship of Lao Zhangtou, and God couldn't bear to abandon the kitchen knife given by the second senior brother, so he let Old Man Zhang melt it and add it to this large kitchen knife.

Lao Zhangtou refused at first, thinking that it was very troublesome, but because of He Lao's face and the fact that he heard that it was a heaven-sent kitchen knife, he was willing to melt the original kitchen knife and add it, which really took a lot of effort.

The weight of this big kitchen knife is just right, and it is much easier than He Lao's perverted big guillotine.

He Lao has already taught all the routines and mental methods of the Eight Desolation Liuhe Knife to Tianci, and Tianci has already practiced proficiently, and there is no need for He Lao to follow behind his ass every day to instruct, after all, He Lao has to teach more than 100 people in the advanced class, and it is impossible to only stare at Tianci every day to practice the knife.

The big kitchen knife in Tianci's hand danced out of a cold light, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in light and shadow, and it was filled with a decisive domineering momentum.

Sometimes open and close, sometimes dexterous and subtle, Tianci only holds a kitchen knife in his hand, and it seems that it is easy to comprehend the subtlety of the knife, and he has no distractions and practices selflessly.

Tianci forgot the time, and he didn't know how long it had been, anyway, he felt that his physical strength was no problem, so he kept practicing, repeating the various moves of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Knife over and over again, and while becoming more and more proficient, he also kept feeling the fierce and domineering artistic conception contained in the knife technique.

Artistic conception is a very subtle thing, but no matter what martial arts you practice, you need to understand it, otherwise you won't be able to fight it no matter what.

The more he practiced, the more energetic he became, and he felt that he was about to explode, and he wanted to rush into the midst of thousands of horses, make the heads of the enemies move, make their mounts panic, and cut down one enemy after another.

The longer Tianci practiced, the more he realized that although the exercises and martial arts of this Eight Desolations and Liuhe Sword were very wonderful, and they were very suitable for group battles, this so-called group battle was worth standing alone in a group of people.

He Lao didn't know when he came, and he was standing at the door of the stone house quietly watching. Tianci was completely immersed in the sword technique, practicing the exercises obliviously, not paying any attention to anything else.

The heaven-sent feet kicked the ground and began to spin up like a spinning top.

When he reached a place more than three meters high, he suddenly waved his arm and brushed twice, and two huge knife shadows flashed, although they had not yet reached the point of being like a substance, but this knife shadow was already very clear.

Then Tianci's body suddenly stagnated in the air, and then turned around, shooting to the ground like an arrow, and the kitchen knife in his hand stabbed down at the same time, only to hear a loud "bang", and a stone half the size of a room on the ground exploded. And the heaven-sent knife did not touch the stone, but only relied on the sudden triggering of the Yuan Force, which had already caused such powerful damage.

"Okay! It's time to eat!" said He Lao.

Tianci found out that He Lao had already come up the mountain.

Every day when it is time to eat, He Lai will bring some dishes after eating at the bottom of the mountain, it is so cold, on such a high mountain, the temperature of the heavenly gift is probably the same as in the refrigerator, so the things brought by He Lao have long been cold.

Every time, Tianci will find a way to heat it by himself.

After responding to He Lao's voice, Tianci put away the big kitchen knife, ran to He Lao, stretched his neck to see what delicious food He Lai brought, his nose couldn't help but gasp, and the smell was very good, Tianci said with a smile: "It's still the treatment of the senior class, this kind of dish can't be eaten at all without spending a lot of money in the canteen under the mountain."

In addition to the good taste, the main thing is that the ingredients used in this dish are expensive, and they are often added with things like demon beast meat and spirit fruit and spirit grass, which is very good for recovering the body and improving the physique.

He Lao always smiled happily every time he watched Tianci eat, as if eating was the most beautiful thing in the world. And every time He Lao has to drink a few glasses with Tianci.

Since Tianci went up the mountain, He Lao's wine has been a little insufficient, so every time he comes back from the mountain, his hands are always empty, and this time he usually carries a large jar of good wine.

"Yo he, drunk for a thousand years! He Lao's taste is really getting better and better!" Tianci quipped as he looked at the wine jar in He Lao's hand.

"What taste is not taste, when do you drink wine and don't pour it into your mouth with your mouth, what kind of taste do you talk about? I doubt you can distinguish the taste of every wine. He Lao said with a smile.

When Tianci heard this, he said in his heart, "You always know the taste of every wine, but unfortunately you don't seem to know what I mean by taste."

But it doesn't matter, taste this kind of thing is very empty, and what tastes are not tasted are all things that rich people stink, in fact, that's what it is.

He Lao not only loves to drink, but also is very greedy, every time he comes up the mountain when he is full, but when he sees Tianci eating, he can't help but grab a few bites with his hands, and then wipe his hands on his clothes.

Tianci watched the old man's rough behavior of wiping his hands, and finally knew why the old man was wearing so dirty clothes, and he didn't pay attention to hygiene at all.

"Elder He, how is my sword technique, have you improved?" Tianci asked as he ate.

In fact, every time he eats, it is a heaven-given learning class, he always pesters He Lao to ask questions, and even asks a lot of strange questions, and has to ask the old man to go to the Tibetan to look through books and notes to confirm.

"There is growth, not only growth, persistence is a thousand miles a day, and the progress is very fast!" He Lao poured a sip of wine, looked at the eyes of the godsi and was very satisfied, and praised the godsends.

Tianci's heart was always full of joy when he heard such encouragement, the only thing that made him feel regretful was that he could see that the old man had deliberately encouraged himself, so he was very concerned about how far he had practiced but he couldn't figure it out. (To be continued.) )