Because of the wind on the top of the mountain, there is a thin layer of snow on the ground, and it looks bright and fresh on a sunny day. The top of this mountain is www.biquge.info surrounded by clouds and scattered snowflakes, so you can't see the low peaks. The old fairy bent his body and stood in the center of the field, letting the wind stir his long hair and drooping beard, and he showed up slightly, but he saw that his eyes were closed, and he didn't need to look at every move outside.

Wentu is actually very timid, if his strength loses his head, maybe he will be kicked down by the old man, and it will be difficult to think about it again. So, he was careful under his feet, ready to escape, raised his long sword with both hands without a sound, turned his face sideways to prevent the mountain wind from fascinating his eyes, and moved towards the old immortal little by little.

"Only use the supreme sword technique!" the old man squinted and shook the wooden branch in his hand.

Bibi, Wentu glanced at Fu Rou standing in front of the wooden house, she was already listening with her ears sideways.

A sword stabbed, the old man was really stunned, he didn't expect it to be so fast; because he only used one kind of swordsmanship, and the old man had exhausted his skills, he forced Wentu to make three moves, and the wooden branch hit Wentu's head!

Wentu put away his sword and admitted defeat, and in order to influence the dead old man, he pretended to regret and shouted at Fu Rou: "Fu Rou, that handsome little fairy will defeat me in three moves!"

Fu Rou immediately pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, it seemed that saving her life could not offset her reverence for her brother.

"Where did you come from so quickly?" the old man asked suddenly, but he still pouted with disdain when he saw Wentu's posture.

Wentu saw that the other party was finally willing to talk to him, and he was afraid that it would cause more unpleasantness, so he replied simply: "There is no posture, you can do whatever you want, and the sword speed will be faster." ”

The old man was shocked, and pointed to Wentu with a wooden branch: "Tell me." ”

The two entered the wooden house, but they didn't expect the old man to be so interested in swordsmanship, probably because he had been studying it for many years, and Wentu came in 1510:

"No matter what kind of martial arts, it is a human action, which originally originated from labor protection or dance etiquette, and later derived from hunting competition, and then became a confrontation technique, and the people who can use it are all noble eunuchs, so the person who makes the art is limited by habits, and the other will be made elegant by the magic. To this day, the swordsmanship used by my generation has changed from generation to generation, but I don't know that most of the time is a matter of life and death, and the sword is hanging on the edge, so what is the use of that sword posture, there is no need to prepare, there is no need to have a useless posture, as long as it can maintain the fastest and heaviest. So ......"

Wentu looked at the old man tentatively, for fear that this remark would anger the other party, but the old man was already nodding slightly, so he had the courage to say the last sentence: "That supreme swordsmanship, it should be the meaning is the top, the sword is the middle, and the behavior is down." He didn't dare to say the invisible word.

In the middle of the night, there was a dead silence in the room.

The old man's face twitched, the corners of his mouth flickered, and his eyes flickered and closed, as if he was thinking about the decades of cultivation and the day he had dreamed of; I don't know how many stories, how many bitterness, how many pleas?

"Hahaha!"

Laughing like that again, the wooden house shook and the dust fell, so frightened that Fu Rou suddenly threw herself into Wentu's arms, and the old man slapped his chest, and it was also a piece of dust flying, which was clearly illuminated by the sunlight thrown into the cracks in the wood.

"Do you want that pillar of white zhi?" the old man suddenly shouted.

Bai Zhi?!

Wentu heard that there was indeed this drug, how fast the rattle was, how fast his head nodded!

If you can cure Fu Rou, it must be a consolation for Master Fu's spirit in the sky, and a reward for the princess of the Northern King Jin Feng, who will not be in vain to shuttle into the Southern Dynasty, and that is his future wife, of course, it is best to see the light - although I don't dislike it, I can't dislike it.

"It's not difficult to get my Bai Zhi," the old man pointed to the thick stack of books, "and you can read them all, and if you can pass my level, you will naturally offer Bai Zhi." ”

More than a dozen cheats!

Wentu was shocked, and said: "Even if I am a Buddha, I can't read so many martial arts books in just a few days!"

The old man stiffened his face and said: "Supreme swordsmanship, it takes ten years for mortals to comprehend, and you will reach such a realm in a few days, and the child must have this talent." It is estimated that he has not spoken to anyone for too many years, but once he opened the conversation, the old man became clear.

Child?Wentu is simply unreasonable to this monster, the female doll over there has a mouthful of mother, but here she has become a child, where does it come from?

"Old Immortal ......" Wentu was about to tell his grievances, but there was no one in front of him, so he chased out again to look for it, and there was no trace of the old monster around.

Helpless,Wentu began to study those cheats one by one,Reading and practicing day by day,The only thing that can make Wentu happy is Xiao Fu Rou,Occasionally Lingling laughs,Occasionally shout a brother,Occasionally fall asleep in Wentu's arms......

For the unfathomable martial arts method of the world, if it is true that people in the southern world need a long time to appreciate it, but Wentu is a reader who is familiar with thousands of volumes, and he is from a more civilized and developed world, so he can comprehend it easily. He found out that the reason why the old immortal family first gave him the "Supreme Sword Technique" was because other exercises were inferior in comparison, so Wentu took its essence from its miscellaneous meals, and cultivated it one by one with a sword or a palm.

Practicing martial arts during the day, meditating at night, attacking the body, and raising the god of qi. Suddenly, the sword wind rises, and the body is depressed; suddenly the palm qi surrounds, and the snow flies in all directions; suddenly flies into the sky, lightening the invisible......

The palm is the wind, the sword is the rain, who is the master of the snow in the northern region, the sky is thick and the earth is thick; the line is to talk, the lying is to laugh, the old wood and the weak wind are all servants, and they are all eternal.

Everything is afraid of stupidity, Wentu plunged into it, and suddenly admired everyone's martial arts, it is also a novel, a story, a generation of history, but there are no characters, no plot, but there is life, a stronger life of a deputy strong!

A few days later, Wentu found a major problem, that is, the lack of food and grass, the food brought with him was naturally cooled by the cold and cold, and it could still be maintained, but there was a shortage of forage in Hongtuju, and Fu Rou's cold grain and coarse rice day by day gradually lost weight. Also, there was no news from the old immortal family, as if he had been transformed, and he didn't know where he went, and Wentu also secretly searched the entire mountaintop, but did not find any clues of Bai Zhi.

"Fu Rou, do you feel that the food and lodging are very bitter?" Wentu asked distressedly.

Fu Rou shook her head quickly, patted Wentu's hand as if comforting, and said, "With my brother here, how can I be bitter?"

Outside the wooden house, there was another sudden sound of a red horse, and occasionally a hiss, indicating that the owner was already hungry. The water on the mountain is not a problem, because it is spotless, take a pot of snow, and the remnants of the wood will melt as soon as they are slightly burned, and then tear a piece of cloth from the clean clothes, and strain it a few more times, and the two of them and the red horse can drink;

Wentu glanced at Fu Rou, although he was a little thin, but his complexion was very good, but he also wondered, it was cold and snowy here, the temperature was extremely low, and the oxygen was thin, he could use exercises to keep out the cold, but Xiao Fu Rou was not afraid of the cold at all, he ran around without any cold, and he did not suffer from any colds and flu, it was really a miracle!

Thinking of this, Wentu suddenly shook his head and immediately called out to Fu Rou and instructed: "Fu Rou, you stay in the house well, and my brother will look down the mountain to see if we can find some forage and ...... we can eat."

"I'll go too!" Fu Rou didn't wait for Wentu to agree, she turned around and climbed on his back, her hands tightly wrapped around her neck.

"It's okay, put yourself on the mountain, my brother is a little worried......

After a while, a figure began to float down the mountain. Wentu suddenly found that he was no longer as laborious as going up the mountain at that time, and with a little breath, he could walk lightly and fly, and he would not be afraid of the cliffs. One purple and one red, they began to shuttle through the sea of snow, and the further down they went, the more birds flew in the mountains, as if they had never seen such animals as Wentu, and they fled in all directions.

Running down the top of the mountain for dozens of feet, Wentu found a gentle sunny place, quickly cut off a thick wood, exerted his strength to dig up, and was removed without thick snow, there were indeed some leaves and twigs inside, and what was even more exciting was that there was a frozen hare in the deep snow!

Wentu was like a treasure, looked up to the sky and laughed, excitedly pulled Fu Rou and fell down, lay on his back on the thick snow, put Fu Rou on his chest, and laughed loudly: "Fu Rou, my brother will cook you a big meal tonight, make sure you enjoy it very much!"

"What's the feast?" Fu Rou simply climbed down and lay down on Wentu.

"It's a dinner with meat, haha......"

Fu Rou couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her little face smiled brightly, she hadn't eaten meat for a long time, she was very happy, so she lowered her head and touched it for a long time and kissed Wentu's face.

Wentu suddenly remembered something, hurriedly got up, tied Fu Rou again, packed up the spoils and returned to the top of the mountain. He chopped the leaves and twigs he found with his sword and fed them to the red foal, and then got dry wood to light the fire, and began to roast the rabbit to satisfy his hunger......

At the peak of the North Mountain, a place isolated from the world, Wentu and Fu Rou are like a pair of little flying immortals, one practices martial arts every day, the other runs around, suddenly looking for food in the snow, suddenly hugging each other and laughing, becoming the spring color of the mountain top that is always winter, the snow that can be seen almost every day outside the body, the boundless whiteness, and the family members of the two will never leave......

This period of time is the happiest memory of Wentu's entire shuttle career.

In the blink of an eye, a few months passed, Wentu continued to update his swordsmanship, he began to outline the figure of the old immortal family in his mind, visually measured his physical characteristics one by one, and began to calculate on the snow, because he finally realized: the supreme swordsmanship follows the conditions of the sword-wielder, and the other books are also extremely profound, with their own strengths, ideas, strength and speed, but he has to create his own swordsmanship.

A terrible set of swordsmanship!

In that swordsmanship, not only according to their own physical signs, the swordsmanship in the various points to the extreme, but more importantly, according to the opponent's situation, even the length of the body, the length of the arm, the width of the bones, the height of the dantian, and even the speed of breathing, the length of the hair, etc., all fused together, in a gap to win, you are one inch less, I have more points, the sword is on the other side!

One day, he stood on the top of the mountain, raised his sword, and the snow flew everywhere, and an abrupt rock broke in response to the sword qi!

In the distant mountains, several zhang of snow suddenly burst out, and in the snow, a person flew out, it was the old fairy!