A few months have passed, and the weather is getting warmer. As Lin Xi's reputation became more and more famous, his mood became worse and worse.

After all, kung fu is not effective in a day or two, and now thanks to his gradual and sensitive perception, he found that there was no progress in cultivating sword techniques for many days.

Although he has a lot of fame, he knows his own family affairs. If he wants to live, he can only be more ruthless than others. In the final analysis, he just relied on his strong physical fitness, as well as his five senses, and he didn't dabble in the slightest bit of internal strength.

Fu Hongxue and A Fei's path is not suitable for him today, first of all, although he is forced to sink his heart to cultivate for survival, his heart is not pure, not to mention that the most important thing is that he has no time now, maybe someone will find **** one day.

Regarding the method of cultivating internal strength, Lin Xi also asked Ouyang Feng for advice. But Ouyang Feng's words hit him hard.

Ouyang Feng told him that although he now has outstanding physical fitness, and his external strength cultivation is also quite effective, but he has already passed the best time to cultivate internal strength, and his meridians are blocked like never before, it is difficult to make progress in cultivating internal strength, so it is better to cultivate external strength with peace of mind.

Lin Xi listened to himself and thought about it carefully, he came from a modern society, and there was no aura in heaven and earth, but red dust and turbid gas filled the world and waste, and there were many toxins in his diet. Ouyang Feng is a generation of grandmasters, and there is nothing wrong with what he said.

Now he was angry with the people who spread his reputation, and he was terrified. The time spent practicing knives throughout the day was getting longer and longer, but the mood was getting worse and worse.

Although most of the characters in this world are characters from Jin Daxia's book, the style is very similar to Gu Long. Lynsey felt that the road ahead was bleak.

By now, he has no choice, he can only practice the fast knife, he can only live by fighting for his life, and as long as he survives, he can think about the future.

Having made up his mind, Lin Xi went to a nearby town and spent a lot of money to build two sets of weight-bearing equipment, one set of fifty pounds and the other set of one hundred pounds. He hoped that he had overdrawn his potential and cultivated frantically.

The ground of the desert is soft, and it feels heavier than other places, and Lin Xi almost fell to the ground the first time he was burdened, but fortunately, he is now also strong and strong, so he has not become the talk of the public again.

Suddenly coupled with the weight, even Lin Xi is very unaccustomed to it now, he was used to shaking a knife flower but playing nondescript, let go of the mood of playing handsome, and began to slowly familiarize himself with one move at a time.

Lin Xi was very slow, he slowly realized the difference between bearing weights and his usual practice, although his martial arts knowledge was actually pitiful, but what he had learned from his practice, even if it was wrong, would slowly turn into accumulation in the future.

By the time it was close to lunch, Lin Xi was already able to use his sword technique smoothly, although the speed was still not very fast. The clothes on his body looked like they had been washed, and the white salt stains were sinuous and undulating.

When eating, Ouyang Feng rarely pointed out: "If you blindly seek speed like this, you are actually going astray, and if you are fast and not accurate, you will inevitably hurt others and yourself." Lin Xi didn't raise his head, and replied: "It takes time to be stable and fast, and I don't have much time." Ouyang Feng nodded when he heard this, and said no more.

In fact, Ouyang Feng also knows that people in the rivers and lakes are not famous, but the greater the reputation, the more dangerous it is. If you don't have an amazing art industry, fame is actually the way to die.

After eating, Linsey carried a knife in his hand, did not ride a horse, and walked casually in this vast sea of sand where he had lived for many months.

The mind is free and free, as if the spirit wanders the world, and the feet do not stop, just like a lonely ghost.

When Lynsey came back to her senses, it was already twilight. Looking at the clouds of fire in the sky, his mood suddenly burned. With a knife in hand, he doesn't pay attention to routines, shouting and slashing indiscriminately.

Until the sun went down, the moon was in the middle of the sky, Lin Xi's throat was hoarse, his body was tired and could no longer support the weight of his whole body, he sat on the sand, and then his body lay flat, his limbs were stretched, and he lay on the cold sand without any image.

With his eyes fixed on the starry sky above him, Lin Xi gradually calmed down. Looking at this starry sky, Lin Xi suddenly realized that he had not looked at the stars so relaxed for a long time.

Maybe it's the pressure of life, maybe it's the emptiness of the heart, it's been a long, long time since I looked up at the sky. The starry sky at night was deep and quiet, so charming, and the corners of Linxi's eyes gradually moistened.

He was not moved by this infinite magnificence, but homesick. Yes, I have been away from home for a few years, but now I don't know the way forward, maybe I can't go back, my relatives and friends will never see each other again, and I am the only one who walks alone in this cannibalistic river and lake.