"Yang Qing, are you crazy, dare to agree without being half sure?"

Lu Zhen and the three of them jumped to their feet in a hurry, in their impression, although Yang Qing was reckless, he would not be so ignorant but hard, at this time, in addition to his cold face, he was the kind of person who had nothing to do with himself, and hung high.

made Lu Zhen and the three of them feel that three years later, it was not Yang Qing who would fight life and death with someone on the stage of no return, but the three of them.

"If you don't put yourself in their shoes, you won't understand" Yang Qing's cold color gradually melted, and he looked up at Lu Zhen and the others, his eyes were full of seriousness and determination.

"Big husband, do something, don't do something"

"No matter what, Yang Qing, I will be on your side" The matter was a foregone conclusion, and the three of Qi Xiaohu knew that there was no room for recovery, so they no longer persuaded and turned to support Yang Qing.

"Get the "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles" within three months, and the strength of one arm reaches 1,000 catties" Yang Qing was moved in his heart, clenched his fists, and set a goal for himself.

This time he had a stick with Wang Dali, but fortunately, Yang Qing gave up in time, his arms were just dislocated, and he recovered as usual in one night.

Less than twenty miles to the east of the cold iron ore area, there is a hill, the hill is not high, the mountain is steep, at night, it is blocked by other towering peaks, and the slope on the other side is very large, so that this hill does not see the moonlight at night.

This hill is unremarkable, it should have no name, but this hill is only less than ten miles away from the Water Spirit Peak of the Nine Peaks in the Imperial Wind Sect, and I don't know if it was that disciple who named this mountain Moon-Avoiding Mountain.

This Moon Mountain has been called like this for a long time, and I don't know when, it was gradually changed to Closed Moon Mountain, which has the meaning of closed moon and shy flowers.

In the early morning of this day, there were three men in gray robes on the Closed Moon Mountain, who looked very old, all of them looked like sixteen or seventeen, and they were running hard along the steep mountain.

The speed of running is extremely fast, I don't know if the slope of the mountain is too large, or the physical strength of these people is insufficient, all of them use their hands and feet, like cheetahs shuttle between trees and rocks.

These three people are none other than the disciples of the Cold Iron Mine Area, Yang Qing, Tian Bo, and Lu Zhen.

Now the burden on Yang Qing's body is very small from mining cold iron raw ore, and the speed of increasing his body strength will slow down. Running on this Closed Moon Mountain, this is the method that Yang Qing thought of to increase the strength of one arm to a thousand catties within three months.

The homework of several people was completed before dawn, and Lu Zhen helped carry it to the four-wheeled car.

Yang Qing ran in front, the slope of the mountain was large, and he didn't feel awkward when he used his hands and feet together, his palm had a layer of calluses, and the edges and corners of the stones did not leave wounds on his palm.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Yang Qing was running while cultivating "Huaxijue".

The straight-line distance from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is one hundred and fifty zhang, and Yang Qing goes around the trees and rocks, and runs from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain to have five hundred zhang.

Scattering his divine sense, constantly dodging and accelerating, the pores on Yang Qing's body opened, and fine beads of sweat appeared all over his body, leaving Lu Zhen and Qi Xiaohu thirty zhang away behind him.

In the time of half a cup of tea, Yang Qing had already run to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, it is relatively flat and not open, only a wide open space of five or six zhang in radius, and there are not even a few blades of grass in the bare area.

Yang Qing returned to the hillside and found a large stone weighing six or seven hundred catties, and in the open space, he held the stone with both hands, kept squatting and standing up again, and raised and fell the stone with both arms at the same time.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Sweat dripped down his rough cheeks and fell on the rocks at the top of the mountain, and Yang Qing always maintained the cultivation of "Transformation and Rest".

In the time of half a cup of tea, Yang Qing squatted nearly a hundred times, and the boulder of six or seven hundred catties was also lifted a hundred times, and at this time, Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo rushed to the top of the mountain.

"Down the mountain" Yang Qing gently put the stone on the rock, not wiping the sweat on his face, and facing Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo who were panting.

It's easy to go up the mountain, but it's difficult to go down, Yang Qing uses both hands and feet, which is much more awkward than when going up the mountain, and the weight of the whole body and the power of the downward rush are all on the arms.

The legs bounce off the ground, and the palms support the body as it lands on the ground, like a frog.

"Cultivating the "Innate Sixteen Styles"" Yang Qing stood on the top of the mountain and cultivated the "Innate Sixteen Styles" to recover his strength.

Yang Qing went up and down the mountain like this, lifting stones for nearly two hours, and his gray robe was soaked through sweat.

With Yang Qing's strength and physical strength, now his whole body is in pain, his muscles are expanding, and Yang Qing at this time looks stronger than usual.

"Let's go back and have lunch"

Yang Qing greeted Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo, the three of them didn't have spiritual roots, and they couldn't do it.

"Xiaohu, Tian Bo, you don't have to follow me, I don't go deep into the mountains, I won't meet powerful demon beasts, and I'll be fine" Yang Qing grinned, seeing that there was tiredness on the faces of the two of them.

"Both of your hands have been punctured by the stone moats"

"Aren't we here to refine our bodies, not for you, aren't we, Tian Bo" Qi Xiaohu rubbed the blood on his palm indiscriminately, and his face didn't care.

"Yes, yes, we are refining our bodies" Tian Bo saw Qi Xiaohu's eyes and hurriedly replied.

Yang Qing patted the two of them on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.

The weather is getting colder day by day, the poplar trees are bare, all the leaves have fallen off, and only the scattered pine trees can be evergreen all year round.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Yang Qing ran hand and foot on the slope of Closed Moon Mountain, the gray robe on his body was badly worn, exuding white gas.

In less than twenty days, Yang Qing got used to this kind of running, even when he went down the mountain, his palms were unstable on the ground, his body turned over, and the calluses on his hands were thinned and thickened again.

"Huh"

The trees in front of him blocked the way, Yang Qing exerted his hands and feet at the same time, bounced his body up, relayed on the trunk, changed direction, and continued to run, without slowing down at all.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

On the top of the mountain, Yang Qing held a big stone and kept squatting and jumping forward, and Yang Qing's sweat was dripping everywhere on the top of the mountain.

"Ahh

Yang Qing was holding six or seven hundred catties of stones, and a bounce had a distance of nearly two zhang, and this time his body was too strong, and he almost jumped from the top of the mountain.

The stones in his hands swayed, and they were about to fall off his hands and crash into the hillside.

The stone in his hand fell and fell, and at most he could find a piece, but a woman came up from the place where the stone was about to roll.

The woman's black hair was pulled up in a bun, and a white jade bead hairpin was inserted, and the sideburns and the green silk behind her head fluttered with the mountain peaks, and the two pairs of white jade earrings touched together, making a crisp sound.

The face is like a hibiscus, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, a small nose, a red lip with a bright mouth, and a fresh tooth. He wears a pure white cardigan with an aqua blue ribbon tied around his slender waist.

The black and white eyeballs playfully rotate with the shaking stones.

Yang Qing looked at the woman in front of her, she was stunned, and the big stone she was holding in both hands shook non-stop.

"Aren't you tired?" The woman in white felt Yang Qing staring at her, her face turned red, and then she asked with some curiosity.

"Ahh

"Senior sister, no... I'm sorry, I'm scared of you," Yang Qing said with his hands holding the stone and lowering his head.

"What senior sister, I'm definitely not as old as you, call me old" The woman in white saw Yang Qing's cramped appearance, and covered her mouth with her soft slender hands and smiled.

"My name is Sun Xinyao, what's your name?"

"My name is Yang Qing, and I am a disciple in the cold iron ore area" Yang Qing was thinking about what to call this woman, called Senior Sister, this woman disagreed, called Senior Sister, she was just an outer disciple, she was too self-conscious, and it was too blunt to call her name.

"Are you going to keep holding a stone and talking to me?" Sun Xinyao smiled at the corner of her mouth and said jokingly, looking at the stone in Yang Qing's hand, she always felt that she was about to smash it at herself.

"No, no, I'll put it aside" Yang Qing glanced up, only to find that he was still holding a stone in his hand, his rough face turned red, and he quickly found a place to put the stone, embarrassed.

"Yang Qing, you are so interesting" Sun Xinyao's voice was tactful and her tone was pretty, and then she moved lightly and walked to the top of Closed Moon Mountain.

"Hehe...."Yang Qing knew that he had just made a foreign appearance, so he had to laugh dryly.

"Yang Qing, are you bored, playing with stones here?" Sun Xinyao tilted her head to look at Yang Qing and asked curiously.

"No, I'm refining my body, I don't have a spiritual root"

Yang Qing's expression was a little depressed, since he knew the cultivation path of refining the body, he thought that he didn't care whether he had a spiritual root or not, and others asked and answered calmly, but he didn't want to say it now.

"Isn't that prevalent in the penal colony" Sun Xinyao didn't notice Yang Qing's loss, and continued to ask curiously.

"I also learned about it from the essay of an ancestor in the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, as for the place of exile, I haven't heard of it" Yang Qing did not have the restraint just now, he spoke much more fluently, Sun Xinyao's question did not cause him impatience, but he hoped to continue to talk in his heart.

"Yang Qing, go back to eat" Tian Bo's voice came from the hillside, and as soon as the words arrived, he walked up to the top of the mountain with Qi Xiaohu.

"Yang ......"

Tian Bo thought that Yang Qing's cultivation was serious, but he didn't hear it, and was about to shout again, but found that Yang Qing and a woman in white were standing opposite each other.

"Go, go" Qi Xiaohu also saw the situation on the top of the mountain, and hurriedly dragged Tian Bo down the mountain.

"I'll see who that woman is, what's going on...... busy"

Tian Bo was dragged down the mountain by Qi Xiaohu, stretching his neck and looking at the mountain curiously.

"You were taken by Lu Zhen, you knew that you were coaxed, didn't you see that Yang Qing's black face was red?" Qi Xiaohu moved Tian Bo's head, hugged his shoulders and walked down the mountain, with a smile on his face.

"Those two are both disciples of the Cold Iron Mine Area, and they are both my friends" Yang Qing watched Qi Xiaohu and the two walk down the mountain, and said in his heart This matter is a little bad, they said to Lu Zhenyi, Lu Zhen's mouth?

"It's good, I don't have any friends" Sun Xinyao fiddled with the green silk of her sideburns, looking lonely.

"If I didn't have these three friends, I might not be in the Imperial Wind Sect now" Yang Qing was glad that he could make a friend like Lu Zhen and them, and a warm current flowed through his originally somewhat cold heart.

"Yang Qing, you go to dinner" Sun Xinyao wrapped her fingers around the green silk and said crisply.

"I never eat lunch" Yang Qing popped out of his mouth, but his stomach sounded "grunting".