Snow falls from the sky, and the whole micro-mountain is shrouded, wrapped in silver. In the blank clouds, a beam of golden sunlight broke through the layers of barriers and fell on the top of the mountain, turning into a cloud of snow.

The place where the sun shines, there are buildings and palaces looming in it, although the misty and misty can not see really, the color of blue and gray is in sharp contrast with the white snow of Shiwei Mountain, it is particularly eye-catching, just like the eyes of the simple mountain, embedded in the middle, it is natural.

Ye Qi picked up a handful of snow in his hand and splashed it on his slightly green face without care, showing a look of enjoyment.

"It's snowing, it's so comfortable!" He raised his head, his clear eyes were full of excitement, and he looked around, the blue and gray buildings of the Sword Immortal Palace, all of which were covered by the heavy snow that did not stop overnight, although they were melted by the warm sun on the top of the mountain, on the Feixian Terrace, due to the obstruction of the opposite peak of no return, the sunlight had not yet arrived, and all survived.

"I'd love to see the beauty of the other three seasons, and it's as charming as winter. ”

"Squeak, squeak!" Ye Qi stepped on the soft paved snow, listening to the beautiful sound that came into his ears, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised an arc. On the huge Feixian Terrace, a string of thick footprints belonging to him broke the tranquility of this place.

Ye Qi walked to the center of Feixiantai, leaned back and fell backwards, making close contact with the white white man behind him.

"Bang!" The snow chips stirred up by him fluttered one after another, some of them rode the mountain wind and drifted away, while others found a loophole and burrowed into Ye Qi's neck and quickly dissolved. After enjoying a moment of coolness, he sat up again, crossed his legs, and began his morning meditation.

Cool is the beginning of cold, cold is the extreme of cold, cold waves, no physical objects, to the extreme cold gathering, is a tide.

One is the beginning of the road, nine is the pole of the road, nine returnees, accept the poor, the pole of the road several springs and autumns, can return.

After Ye Qi ran the technique, a cold air began to emerge from his body, and the cold of heaven and earth also began to wrap around, covering the surroundings, inch by inch into the body, gradually forming a cold current, gathering like a tide.

The cold tide of heaven and earth, nine to my body, nine to the cold tide!

I don't know how long it took, only to see the sun slightly drunk, and there was a faint light flickering on the top of the peak of no return, which was glittering and clear, beautiful as a holy place, and surrounded by fairy mist.

At this time, in Ye Qi's body, the cold tide was surging, and it had already turned into a cold swimming fish, scurrying according to the trajectory of the meridians of cultivation. Wherever the cold fish swam, the area was like being eaten by ten thousand ants, and it was extremely itchy, and then it was as refreshing as drinking cold water in the scorching heat, calming the originally restless heart.

After the cold tide swims by, the meridians are as smooth as jade, the avenue is smooth and smooth, and it is full of endless vitality.

Although it was a painful and torturous process for the cold fish to expand the vein, Ye Qi's cultivation was as happy as a glutton.

The master said that this kind of itching gnawed by ten thousand ants represents the broken meridians that are constantly being repaired. And the feeling of coolness means that the veins are being repeatedly nourished. This is a cumulative process, and it is also the most basic part of cultivation.

As long as the Extreme Cold Swimming Fish is running in his body for a great week, his Nine Returns Cold Tide Recipe can be officially cultivated. On this day, Ye Qi has been waiting for ten years.

Don't run away from pain, rise to it!

The cold swimming fish seems to also feel the persistence in Ye Qi's heart, although it stumbles, as uncomfortable as a fish swimming in shallow water, but it still overcomes thorns and thorns all the way, constantly repairs the meridians, widens the road, and a big week, under Ye Qi's inner vision, has completed most of it.

At this time, it was no longer an itch, but a more intense pain, as if it had been scraped by a sharp cold blade, making Ye Qi's body unconsciously begin to spasm slightly.

The latter part of the vein route is a completely burned meridian that the cold swimming fish has not been able to dredge. It is also the last obstacle to whether he can successfully cultivate the Nine Returns Cold Tide Technique.

Persistence, patience, today I will cultivate to the first return of the Nine Returns Cold Wave!

Ye Qi gritted his teeth, held back the pain and didn't cry out, droplets of sweat the size of beans were already oozing from his forehead, flowing through his cheeks and into his mouth, all bitter and salty.

It's fast, it's fast, there is still the last section left, and it is the end of the Great Zhou Tian! Ye Qi felt the situation in his body wholeheartedly, and under his guidance, the cold swimming fish continued to impact forward.

The impassable meridians are clogged and complex, and at this time, under the guidance of the cold air, every collision is torment, and every inch of progress is extremely difficult.

Impact! Push! Impact! Push Again!

Ye Qi looked at the cold air, as if he was also incarnated in it, and wanted to carry out his tenacious will. At this moment, he was not just on his forehead, the cold sweat that had swept through his face regathered in his jaw, dripping down, and gradually condensed into a small puddle in front of him.

Day after day, Ye Qi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly exhaled a cold breath and reopened his eyes. "It's been ten years!" there was no joy in his eyes, some melancholy.

Despite all his efforts, the Extreme Cold Qi still failed to successfully operate in the body for a long week, and was exhausted by the final blockage, and returned to the cold qi and exhaled it.

Thinking of the previous pain, his green and resolute face laughed at himself a little: "It's really difficult, I'm in too much of a hurry." The master has told him in every possible way that cultivation is a process of water grinding and accumulation. Ten years have been sharpened, how can the closer you get to success, the more impatient you are. ”

Ye Qi's impact on the Nine Returns Cold Tide was over, and he was a little lazy lying in the snow, squinting and resting, and he was physically and mentally exhausted all the way to cultivation, and he was not exempt from vulgarity.

Look overhead, the sun is getting brighter and brighter, and it's almost noon.

"Huh?" Ye Qi was trying to discern the time against the sun, and in the scenery that he glanced at out of the corner of his eye, a mysterious bird appeared. It held its head high, flapped its wings, and flashed.

After another moment, a crisp cry came from the clouds, proving that what he had just seen was not a hallucination of being stunned by the sun. "Xuanniao, it's been a long time, and today's swordsmanship hasn't been practiced. Then it's decided to start with you!"

Ye Qi got up, picked a stick-like branch from the ground, and danced a sword flower in his hand at will. Suddenly, he stabbed into the void, crossed an arc, and then swung to the snow, and took a slight diagonal step, twisting the sword momentum, changing the point to a sweep, and slashing horizontally. "Xuanniao paints sand!"

"Bang!" accompanied by the slanting rise, and the snow droplets that looked like flying flakes. The snowflakes that flutter in the air again shine brightly against the straight backdrop of the sun.

Ye Qiwu rose up, groaned softly in his mouth, and changed his moves again.

His whole person seemed to be blended into the snowflakes, dancing with swords, and like a singing fairy descending with the wind and snow. The branches in the hands are wiped and swept and hung, and they are chopped and picked, and the moves are different, and the styles are endless.

"Cangsong welcomes guests! Hey, the snow falls on the Hengjiang River! Next, let's make another move to the Jade Dragon outside the sky!"

The originally chaotic snow droplets in the air were carried by the sword wind, and they also danced with it, turning into light elves. The entire Feixiantai changed from its previous quietness, as if it had been ignited and warmed, and Ye Qi was the chic sword immortal on the stage.

"This trick rises with your heart, and the style falls with you. Although in our realm, skill is no longer important, but the rhyme is a well-tempered perception. Zifeng, Wu Ke Tongxuan, kendo is respected, you are always so lucky. "A monk with immortal wind bones holding the dust in both hands, slowly falling on the top of the peak of no return, his body is like a light hong, and he does not touch the dust.

and with him another man fell.

In the same immortal style, the monk known as "Zifeng" rose white when he fell, his sword eyes and eyebrows, and in the white sleeves of his windless automatic, a long cyan sword returned to the scabbard that he was holding obliquely. Although the scabbard is thin, it does not show its edge. But from a distance, it is as majestic as Shiwei Mountain and as beautiful as the peak of no return, which is extremely contradictory.

"Zifeng, I haven't seen you for ten years, and your cultivation is even higher. Even my Innocent Dao Heart can't sense the restrained edge of your Star Stepping Blue Blade, which is really gratifying. ”

The person who spoke was Xie Ziqing, the head of the Qingwei faction. The "Zifeng" in his mouth is Ye Qi's master, the current hall master of the Sword Immortal Palace, and the great sword immortal gentleman.

"When the scenery changes, so does the mood. Junzifeng's face was calm, and he didn't feel anything about the improvement of his cultivation, but he looked at Ye Qi, who was dancing with a sword, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, is this still the big sword fairy I know who is called 'white-clothed jade with gentleman's style, washing Qingfeng on the shore of Kyushu Lake', how is it more like a hermit who looks down on the earthly world. ”

Junzi Feng was teased by his friend, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but there was some gloom lingering in his eyes. "What happened back then, I was also at fault, the Sword Immortal Palace's semi-hidden micro-mountain, it has not been out for ten years, and it is inevitable that the heart will become more and more indifferent. ”

Speaking of which, the atmosphere was somewhat silent. Xie Ziqing had heard about the events of that year, and knew that the change in temperament of his once dashing old friend, and the change of location of the Sword Immortal Palace, were inseparable from it.

"Are you really not going to give him the inheritance sword of the Sword Immortal Palace?" In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Xie Ziqing changed the subject and asked.

Jun Zifeng looked at Ye Qi, who was familiar with the sword moves on the other side of the mountain, but had little power, and said in the same tone: "The rules of the Sword Immortal Hall are like this, each inheritance sword move is only passed on to one person, and since it has been granted, it naturally cannot be passed on to others. ”

Ten years have passed, and Zifeng's stubborn temper has not changed at all. It's just a pity that the current sword-dancing boy, although he knows a hundred sword moves, can't inherit the inheritance of the Sword Immortal Palace.

Thinking of this, Xie Ziqing sighed lightly, I don't know if he was a strange gentleman for being stubborn and rigid, or if he was sighing for Ye Qi.

At this time, Junzifeng added another sentence. "As I said, only one person will be preached. ”

He repeated it again, as if to highlight his stubborn temper to his friend, and Xie Ziqing's originally disappointed eyes lit up again. "Zifeng, you ......"

"Okay, it's still early for these things, you came all the way today, won't you just talk to me about the past?"

"Of course not, just ahem. Xie Ziqing changed the dust whisk in his hand from the right to the left, and the original dusty Dao heart was a little turbulent. "Xuanqing, take the letter I brought. Zifeng, see for yourself. ”

"Chirp!" A strange birdsong sounded, and Ye Qi raised his eyes to look into the distance, and the mysterious bird that disappeared in a flash fell from the sky. It shook its head, heard Xie Ziqing's call, raised its head honestly, shook its neck neatly, and let out a strange cry. Then he suddenly lowered his head and spat out a scroll of letters from his beak.

Junzifeng picked up the letter that was still dripping on the ground, and frowned slightly. "You're still the same, you like disgusting people, I don't know where your Qingwei Innocent Dao Heart has cultivated. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, put it in Xuanqing's belly, of course, for safety reasons. ”

Xuan Qing walked up with a bird's step, leaning up and forking his paws, shaking a few green feathers on the beginning, and crying a few times proudly.

"On the ninth day of the first month of the first month, little Penglai!" is only seven words in the book.

When Jun Zifeng saw these seven words, the whole person was like a fairy sword that had been sealed for many years and finally unsheathed, the remaining snow around him was shaken and dispersed, and Xuan Qing hurriedly moved back a few steps with his claws.

The evergreen trees on the peak of no return were "rustled" by the sudden wind, and only the dust in Xie Ziqing's hand was still lying quietly.

Junzifeng retracted his gaze and said word for word: "I haven't seen you for ten years, and the deception is even worse!"

Ye Qi was on the Feixian Terrace, and he was dancing to the move of "White Crane Bright Wings", when suddenly a chilling sword momentum came from the peak of no return, which frightened his wrist and skimmed the branches.

"Master won't be at the peak of no return all the time, just stare at me. It's over, it's over, the laziness has been discovered!"