After another half a month, Xiaoyaozi took the bear into the territory of Qi State.

The customs of Qi and Qin on Kunlun's side are still not small, and the bear is a little uncomfortable, especially now that it is about to enter winter.

"Master, I'm a little cold. The bear kept rubbing his hands together in front of him.

In fact, the bear's body is still relatively cold-resistant, but he wears too little, and it is already winter, he is still shirtless, no wonder he is cold.

"Haha, I forgot, it's time to buy you clothes. Xiaoyaozi took the bear to the cloth shop and beckoned to the shopkeeper, "Make him a set of clothes, just make a set of clothes for him, just make a coarse linen cloth, be fast!"

Soon after, the bear put on a thick new outfit.

"I've bought you clothes, so it's time for us to go. Xiaoyaozi stood up.

This time, Xiong finally couldn't help but ask the question he wanted to ask this month: "Master, where are we going?"

"Go to a quiet place. Xiaoyaozi's words are always vague, leaving room for speculation.

Xiong Da hated Xiaoyaozi's way of speaking in his heart.

Bears like to be direct, and the simpler and more straightforward the better.

However, who made this man a free son, his savior, his master?

This walk is another seven days.

Xiaoyaozi finally stopped in a small town on the shore of the Bohai Yellow Sea.

"Master, are we there?" asked Xiong with some anticipation.

Xiong, who has been living in Jiudao Mountain Villa and near the Kunlun Mountains, saw the sea for the first time.

He was a little excited.

After learning art with Xiaoyaozi, Xiong also saw a large lake - Dongting Lake and a long river - the Yangtze River.

However, he has never seen the sea.

Dongting Lake is very vast, and there are many painting boats in it, with fish and ducks.

The Yangtze River is very long, stretching for thousands of miles, with nine twists and turns.

However, there is no such feeling as the sea.

At the moment when he saw the sea, the bear felt that everything in the world might be nothing compared to the boundless sea.

The bear picked up a stone from the shore and threw it into the sea.

"Poof", this is the sound of Lang flowers splashing.

How deep is the sea?

The bear doesn't know.

He now knows, though.

The sea, unfathomable.

"From now on, you will be here, concentrate on sword practice. Xiaoyaozi stood beside a reef, playing with the jade pendant in his hand, seemingly a little absent-minded.

"Master, are we still leaving?" Xiong asked Xiaoyaozi happily.

The corners of Xiaoyaozi's mouth rose slightly, and he didn't say yes, nor did he say no, but chanted a poem.

"A sword and a river and lakes, and a wine is also a river and lake.

The river flows with the people, and the river moves and the lake does not move. ”

Xiong knows that playing dumb riddles is Xiaoyaozi's favorite thing to do. Xiong never understood the hidden meaning of Xiaoyaozi's poems or words, but Xiaoyaozi never cared.

The bear no longer asked, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the sword at 90 degrees in his right hand, he pulled out his sword with a "whoosh", and he stabbed it at the sun.

Xiaoyaozi glanced at the bear who was practicing his sword, jumped off the reef with a smile, and walked away.

Xiong didn't know where Xiaoyaozi had gone, but Xiong didn't ask.

Because Xiaoyaozi often leaves so quietly, and it has been gone for a long time. Whenever she came back, Xiaoyaozi would bring food. But Xiaoyaozi definitely didn't just go shopping, but no one knows what he went to do. Xiaoyaozi is a killer, and as a killer, he must have something to do.

Sure enough, Xiaoyaozi came back humming a little song just as the sun was about to set.

Bears are stabbing the sunset.

Even though he couldn't reach it.

The picture freezes here, the bear holds the scabbard in one hand, and stabs the other hand along the sea level, stabbing at the sunset that is about to fall.

Xiaoyaozi smiled, this picture reminded him of himself more than ten years ago.

In the past, he was also a hairy boy who didn't know anything, and he accidentally entered the Dark River Killer Group.

That's what the coach taught him.

The bear is like the shadow of Xiaoyaozi, but Xiaoyaozi knows that he is different from the bear.

Xiaoyaozi's body exudes a strong Jianghu aura, although his appearance is delicate enough that people may not be able to imagine his true identity.

But the aura on his body can't be hidden, if he is a very powerful killer, he can completely detect the murderous aura on his body. It was a killer's feeling of the taste of blood, like a hunter's feeling of his prey.

There is no breath on the bear's body, he is a tall, strong, stupid man.

Whoever it is, it looks, it's going to feel like this.

Therefore, the combination of Xiong and Xiaoyaozi is very strange, and in the eyes of others, I really can't understand what the connection between this white-faced scholar and that swarthy strong man will be.

"Bear, it's time to eat. Xiaoyaozi put the food on the ground as usual, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

The bear didn't come right away, he stabbed a few more swords before turning around and walking towards Xiaoyaozi, as if he had to exhaust his physical strength to finish.

Xiaoyaozi chewed slowly, as if he was deliberately waiting for the bear.

After eating, Xiaoyaozi hummed a little song and left, while the bear was practicing his sword non-stop.

Cycle.

The weather is gradually getting colder.

On this day, snowflakes flutter in the sky.

When the six-horned elves landed on the bear's sword, the bear felt a chill spread from the blade to the hilt.

"It's finally been thirty-nine days, and the practice will be even harder during this period of time, if you can't persevere, you just say it, and the teacher won't blame you. Xiaoyaozi didn't know when she appeared next to the bear, and said with a smile.

"I can!" the bear's voice was unpretentious.

"Then go ahead. Once again, Xiaoyaozi disappeared from the bear's field of vision.

The bear kept drawing his sword, stabbing out constantly, ten degrees below zero, three feet of snow, but there was no snow under the bear!

There is only a puddle of water.

Is it sweat? or is it sweat-soaked snow?

The bear doesn't know.

Xiong only knew how many swords he had stabbed today, and how many swords he had stabbed since following Xiaoyaozi.

For bears, that's enough.

Snowflakes kept falling on the bear, and the bear was finally tired.

He drew his sword slowly, and stabbed slowly.

And the snow under his feet increased

The same snow is so heavy, and the bear has also seen it in the Kunlun Mountains.

However, the snow here is different from that of Kunlun Mountain.

In the Kunlun Mountains, due to the relatively high altitude, there is sometimes snow left throughout the year.

It's not surprising that it snows.

But now, the bear is on the seashore, looking at the vast silver earth, and then at the still blue and deep sea, the bear suddenly has a feeling of wanting to jump into the sea.

The bear is not stupid, and he is not crazy.

However, he jumped into the sea.