The angry snow is cold, the heavens and the earth are slaughtered, and the Qingyang Sect is covered in silver.

The snow is flying all over the sky, floating like catkins, and it is raised in the sky and the earth, falling among the green mountains and green waters, falling in the green trees, and falling on the body of the young man.

The young man was a little thin, his small face like a knife was well-defined, his black hair like a waterfall was scattered at will, his clear eyes were full of concentration, and now he was swinging the wood knife in his hand and constantly cutting down a dark green bamboo.

His fingers had been frozen, and his resolute little face had been frozen red, but his gaze was still as firm as a rock, and he consistently looked at the thin bamboo in front of him.

This thin bamboo is called "Qingtie Bamboo", it is a major specialty of Qingyang Sect, only the bamboo the size of a baby's arm is as hard as pig iron, with the special firewood knife of Qingyang Sect, a person can only cut down one plant a day.

And cutting the green iron bamboo is the only thing that the miscellaneous disciples of the Qingyang Sect need to do, only those peripheral disciples who have cultivated their vitality and reached the realm of refining qi and are promoted to the Qingyang Sect can avoid the pain of cutting bamboo.

The boy swung the firewood knife again, slashed the green iron bamboo, only to see the green iron bamboo leaning forward, and then bounced up violently, the young man seemed to have expected, a mistake under his feet, and actually dodged it with great ease.

This young man's name is Lu Xia, he is a miscellaneous disciple of the Qingyang Sect, he joined the sect at the age of eight, but since he was a child, he was unable to practice due to the silence of the qi sea, so he had to be reduced to a miscellaneous servant.

As of today, this is the seventh year that Lu Xia has been a miscellaneous disciple, and he has also cut bamboo in this back mountain for seven years.

Wielding a knife...... Avoid...... Wielding a knife...... Avoid......

Lu Xia has been repeating these two extremely boring actions over and over again for seven years, from seven years ago it took two days to cut down a green iron bamboo, until now it only takes five hours to complete.

If someone asks who among the miscellaneous disciples of the Qingyang Sect has the highest skill and the fastest speed in cutting green iron bamboo, then Lu Xia thinks that he is second and no one dares to admit that he is the first.

The sun sinks in the west, fading behind the curtain of the Qunlan, the moonlight is like water, and the clear light is sprinkled.

"Smack!"

Lu Xia swung the firewood knife again, and slashed at the same position without a single mistake, no matter how hard the green iron bamboo was, it couldn't withstand the cutting for several hours in a row, and finally broke off in response, smashing on the ground with a heavy sound.

"I didn't expect the speed to increase again, it seems that the strength has increased a lot in recent days. Lu Xia was slightly excited, and a smile appeared on her little face. Then he put the firewood knife back into his waist, walked up, snorted, put the green iron bamboo on his shoulder, and walked down the mountain humming a little song.

At the foot of the back mountain, there is a small courtyard with a corridor, which is the living place of the miscellaneous disciples of the Qingyang Sect, but because the number of miscellaneous disciples is small, each person lives in a single room, which is also the only benefit that the miscellaneous disciples can have the same benefits as the peripheral disciples.

And at this time, the other miscellaneous disciples are still chopping bamboo on the back mountain, when Lu Xia walked back with the green iron bamboo, it was quiet, only the surrounding reverberating bamboo waves, occasionally accompanied by insects and birds, peaceful and peaceful.

There is a two-storey bamboo building next to the cloister courtyard, the materials used in the bamboo building are all green iron bamboo, the green color gives people a solemn and solemn feeling, a beard is white, the old man in the soap robe stands on the bamboo floor, the old man's face is engraved with weathered wrinkles, and there is a touch of sadness in the deep eyes, giving people an unfathomable but inexplicable and intimate feeling.

The bamboo building is the place where the miscellaneous disciples hand over the task, and in the past seven years, Lu Xia has always been the first to complete the task, so when he comes and goes, he is familiar with the old man of the bamboo building who is short and has no shelves.

"Xiao Xia, I came back so early today. The old man on the bamboo floor saw Lu Xia carrying the bamboo at a glance, his expression was quite strange, and he smiled.

"Uncle Song. Lu Xia shouted, then walked to the front of the bamboo building with the bamboo, gently placed it on the ground, and said with a smile: "Uncle Song, today's task has been completed, you can record it, at this rate, I can have more time to cultivate in the future." ”

Lu Xia's little face was full of smiles, although he has not been able to practice, but he has never given up his practice, after completing the task of cutting bamboo every day, all his time is spent meditating, although there is no progress, but Lu Xia is still extremely stubborn, he believes that one day, he can also cultivate vitality and become a true cultivator!

Song Shichao's eyes flashed with a different color, and he fell in front of Lu Xia with a slight leap from upstairs, and there was a glint in his eyes, and he said: "Xiao Xia, you haven't cultivated your vitality, you can cut the green iron bamboo so quickly, and you can carry it back so easily, you must know that it is about two hundred catties." ”

He paused, his gaze softened, and he immediately continued: "With your current strength, the outer disciples of the first and second orders of ordinary qi refining will not be your opponents, if you can really cultivate your vitality, the future will definitely be bright." ”

"Huh. Lu Xia grinned and said: "Uncle Shi has won the award, Xiao Xia has always believed that diligence can make up for clumsiness, I have practiced for seven years to have such strength, and the disciples with better talent can cultivate their vitality in just one night, leaving me far away, but Xiao Xia will not give up." ”

Although Song Shichao is old, has rich experience, and is accustomed to seeing the cold and warmth of the world, but looking at Lu Xia's resolute and persistent eyes, his heart is still slightly gloomy, and he said secretly: "This child has an excellent heart, if he can practice, he will definitely be able to become a great weapon in the future, but unfortunately God is not kind." ”

"Uncle Song, you remember to register, I'm going back to practice, sooner or later one day I will cultivate my vitality, I owe Uncle Shi that meal, and when Xiao Xia reaches the sixth layer of Qi refining to learn the sword, I will return it to you, if you drink together in the sky overlooking the rivers and mountains, it will be so heroic and happy. Lu Xia looked at the colorful rainbow that kept flashing in the sky with some envy, and his heart was extremely yearning, and then laughed loudly: "Haha, I'll go back, goodbye Uncle Song." ”

"Well, go ahead, Uncle Shi is waiting for that day!"

Song Shichao looked at the thin figure that was gradually moving away, the strange light in his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally as if he had made a decision, his eyes became firm and decisive.

......

In the first house on the east side of the cloister courtyard.

Lu Xia sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a simple and yellowed booklet in his hand, looking at it intently, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, as if he had quite a comprehension.

After half a ring, he retracted his gaze, and the look of realization in his eyes had not completely receded, only to see him muttering to himself: "I have watched this ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm for seven years, studied it for seven years, and I have a very thorough understanding of the cultivation path in it, if I am not blocked by the Qi Sea, I only need to give me two years, and I will definitely be able to step on the peak of the ninth layer of Qi refining!"

Although Lu Xia's face was a little self-deprecating and bitter, but there was indescribable perseverance, he broke through from a mortal to the peak of the Qi refining realm in two years, which did not dare to say that there was no one to come, at least in the thousands of years of history of the Qingyang Sect, no one could do it, and the young man in front of him who was called a waste in the sea of qi dared to boast of such a sea of sea, if he let outsiders know, he would definitely laugh off his big teeth.

Cultivating Immortals in the Ninefold Realm: One Fold Qi Refining, Twofold Rebirth, Triple Leaping Dragon, Quadruple Unfathomable, Eightfold Nirvana, Sixfold Sealing King, Sevenfold Dà Saint, Eightfold Supreme, Ninefold True Immortal (Emperor). The ninefold peak is the immortal, and in ancient times, there was an emperor who could prove the ninefold peak, and his combat power was shocking.

In addition to the Qi Refining Realm being divided into nine sub-realms from one layer to nine layers, the remaining eightfold realm was also divided into three sub-realms of the front, middle, and late stages.

Lu Xia looked at his nose and his nose and heart, his breathing was smooth and natural, and he slowly entered into a state of concentration.

"Refining and refining qi is for refining qi, nourishing the dantian, nourishing the body, and cultivating the body. ”

"The sea of qi is the beginning of life, the life of the monk, is the foundation of the monk, refining the qi and opening the sea of qi, and building the immortal foundation of chaos. ”

“......”

Sentences of cultivation continued to appear in Lu Xia's mind, his breathing gradually became long and gentle, and a faint aura gathered around him, seeping in from between his mouth and nose, and white light surrounded his body.

Time passes, and the moon rises in the sky.

"Whew!" Lu Xia slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes suddenly opened, and two faint white rays flashed under his dark eyes.

"Huh. Lu Xia smiled bitterly, shook his head dejectedly, and said helplessly: "Sure enough, the sea of qi is still extremely silent, and the absorbed spiritual energy cannot enter the dantian, but it is dispersed into my body, hey, this may be the reason why my strength is getting bigger day by day." ”

Lu Xia looked up at the window, the moonlight was leisurely, the snowflakes were dancing, his eyes became a little blurred, as if he was trapped in the long river of memories, and it took a while to come back to his senses, his eyes swelled with intense sadness, and even though he was replaced by a thick killing machine, he saw him muttering: "Sword Sect! What a first sect in Donglin, for the sake of an unknown jade pendant, he actually waved a butcher's knife at our Lu family and killed them all! Hmph, one day, I have cultivated great magical powers, and I will definitely personally set foot on your Sword Sect to seek justice!" If this revenge is not avenged, I, Lu Xia, will be a son of man in vain!"

......

Nothing was said all night.

Early in the morning, Lu Xia woke up leisurely from his meditation, his eyes flashing white, and he was about to get out of bed.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door, and someone kicked it open, and a somewhat domineering cold snort broke into Lu Xia's ears.

"Are you that waste Lu Xia?" A burly young man walked in, wearing a brocade silk instead of a miscellaneous uniform, with a faint silver bar on his chest, only to see him glance at Lu Xia and ask fiercely.

"Senior brother of the first level of qi refining?" Lu Xia's brows frowned slightly, it was not pleasant to be disturbed by anyone this morning, and he still brought insulting words, even if it was a senior brother, his eyes suddenly became a little cold, he looked at the burly young man, nodded and said, "You ......"

Before he finished speaking, the burly young man glared at Lu Xia and shouted in a deep voice, "I heard that you are very fast at cutting bamboo?"

"Practice makes perfect, you ask this ......"

The burly young man's round eyes widened angrily, glared at Lu Xia, interrupted him again, and said, "Do you know the new Zhang Ertong? That's my cousin, and you will take care of all his work in the future!"

The burly young man seemed to feel that this was not enough to shock the young man in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Remember, Lao Tzu is a peripheral disciple Zhang Yiba, if you don't complete the task and delay my cousin's cultivation, I will definitely let your waste life be worse than death!"

After that, Zhang Yiba waved to the door, and a young man dressed in miscellaneous uniforms with an arrogant expression walked in, his eyes showed disdain, and he glanced at Lu Xia, he had already heard of Lu Xia's name of waste, although he had not cultivated his vitality now, but with his cousin Zhang Yiba as a backer, among the miscellaneous disciples, he had proud capital.

Although Lu Xia is usually occasionally ridiculed and oppressed, he can endure it, and he rarely conflicts with others, coupled with Song Shichao's name of protecting his shortcomings, no one dares to come here for several years to spread wild, he remembered the scenes he has seen over the years, and thought of the words that Uncle Song said: "Whoever is ruthless enough in this world can control his own destiny, and those who can step on the peak of cultivation are all cruel people, on the road of cultivating immortals, there is no retreat, you are weak, then there is only death!"

Thinking of this, I saw a touch of ruthlessness flash in his indifferent eyes, and said: "If you want Qingtiezhu, senior brother, you can cut it yourself, if you want to do it for me, I will do it for you!"

Zhang Yiba's face was furious when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that a mere waste would dare to refute his face directly, if today's matter was over, then he Zhang Yiba would be a disgrace in the circle of outer disciples, and with his strength in refining qi, it would not be like playing to clean up the waste in front of him that could not be cultivated.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiba snorted coldly, and a faint white light flashed on his body, which was the basic embodiment of the first layer of qi refining.

"Toasting without eating and drinking, it's just a waste, looking for you, that's Lao Tzu can afford you, let Lao Tzu teach you to be obedient, and distinguish between respect and humility in the future!"

After saying that, Zhang Yiba laughed fiercely, his right fist was clenched, and the white light flashed on his fist, and he smashed towards Lu Xia.

A waste dares to disobey him?

Zhang Yiba's heart was full of ridicule and sneering. A garbage that can't even open the sea of qi dares to disobey him!

Thinking of his prowess in the sect for many years, bullying such a weak person made him feel a kind of perverted pleasure.

Lu Xia only felt a fierce aura rushing towards his face, and the strength of his fist made him very depressed.

I saw a cold light flashing in Lu Xia's eyes, gritting his teeth, and swinging his right fist at the same time, the green tendons of his right arm covered by the miscellaneous uniform were bulging like dragons, containing explosive power that made people's hearts palpitate, and even a slight bone sound faintly emitted.

Zhang Yiba didn't expect Lu Xia to dare to fight back, but in the face of strength, every resistance was a floating cloud, a smile was already on his face, and even a picture of his opponent's broken bones had appeared in his mind.

"Bang!"

The two fists struck together, making a low explosion, and then a miserable scream sounded in the room, which sharply reached the ears of everyone in the courtyard, attracting the attention of everyone around them, and they all approached this side.