Sure enough, the next day was really a good day, the sun was shining brightly, and the sun was shining warmly.

Yang Mingyuan slowly walked out of the house, looking at Yi Shuihan, who had been practicing swords outside early in the morning, quietly distracted.

"Haven't you slept all night?" Xun Feng's slightly stiff voice sounded behind him.

Yang Mingyuan slowly turned his head to look at Xun Feng, whose face was slightly pale, and said, "I know that I can't sleep, so don't come to play chess with me." ”

Xun Feng looked up at Yang Mingyuan, and found that his senior brother was not in a bad mood, and chuckled: "I don't play chess with you, it's just one night, and I still have to sleep!"

"Oh, you fell asleep last night?" Yang Mingyuan looked at Xun Feng, and the corners of his mouth also showed a smile.

Xun Feng didn't look at Yang Mingyuan, looked up at Yi Shuihan, who was practicing swords not far away, and said softly: "Ruotong got up early and made you a bowl of lotus seed soup." ”

Turning his head to look at the blue and white porcelain bowl dragged by the disciple behind Xun Feng, every time he was depressed and couldn't sleep, the third junior brother would ask Ruotong to boil him such a bowl of lotus seed soup.

Raising his hand to pick up the lotus seed soup, Yang Mingyuan lightly scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. It melts in the mouth, light and sweet, soft and glutinous, and has a long aftertaste, "Ruotong always makes lotus seed soup so delicious, but I don't know how much lotus seed soup Ruotong boiled today."

Listening to Yang Mingyuan's words, Xun Feng couldn't help but sigh softly. Yes, because of boredom, Yang Mingyuan is indeed not the only one who hasn't slept well.

At this time, Yi Shuihan had probably been practicing swords for more than an hour, and he didn't have the slightest spiritual power released, just a simple sword move. Last night, Yi Shuihan went back to sleep, and after sleeping for about two hours, he got up to do morning class. After all, you have a new goal, so you have to work harder.

Xu is Yi Shuihan practiced too seriously, and the little boy standing next to him didn't know. This boy looks like he is a few years younger than Yi Shuihan, but his figure is not inferior to Yi Shuihan at all, his body is a healthy wheat color, and his face is also middle-to-high.

Slowly stopping his figure, Yi Shuihan turned to look at the boy, Yi Shuihan remembered that this was Xun You, the child of the second uncle, who was the Yangzi of the Yin-Yang Sect like himself, and had dinner together yesterday, but he didn't speak.

Finding that Yi Shuihan finally noticed him, Xun You was not restrained, and slowly walked closer from a distance and said, "My name is Xun You." ”

Looking at the junior brother in front of him who was the same size as himself, a smile appeared at the corner of Yi Shuihan's mouth, he tidied up his clothes slightly, and responded softly: "My name is Yi Shuihan, Yi Shuihan of Yishui Hantan." ”

Xun You nodded slightly, and he knew it early in the morning. Gently pointed at the long sword in Yi Shuihan's hand, and said, "Is this the sword slaughter of the first saint back then?"

"Yes!" Yi Shuihan nodded lightly, looking at Xun Yu who seemed to be interested in his sword, Yi Shuihan stretched out his hand and handed it over.

Xun You saw the long sword handed over by Yi Shuihan, but he didn't take it, he shook his head with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yi Shuihan's gaze softened a little.

The sword is the swordsman, the most important thing. Xun You opened his mouth to ask the origin of this sword, just to try Yi Shuihan. Yi Shuihan handed over the sword without the slightest hesitation, which made Xun You very satisfied, thinking that it would not be bad to have such a cheap senior brother in the future.

"I'm just asking, I don't like sword practice, it's too motherly. ”

"Too mother?" Yi Shuihan looked at Xun You in a daze, frowned slightly, and looked down at the sword slaughter in his hand, not understanding what it meant.

"I don't practice swords!" Xun You replied softly, Xun You had long been accustomed to Yi Shuihan's expression, he didn't know how many people he had seen that expression in front of many people.

"The Yin Yang Sect is a sword cultivation sect, why don't you practice swords?" Yi Shuihan watched Xun You slowly put away the sword in his hand, and it seemed that it was not polite to pick up the sword and chat with people.

But after saying that, Yi Shuihan regretted it a little, thinking about Xun You's father, the second master of the Great Monk of the Penrine Realm, and he couldn't learn any exercises he wanted. I was thinking to myself...

Suddenly a white light flashed in the sky, and a thunderbolt struck them in an instant, and Yi Shuihan grabbed Xun Yu with a flash of light, and dodged the blow with a clear step.

Sword Tu came out of the sheath again, and Yi Shuihan's spiritual power exploded instantly. When I looked up at the sky, I saw that there was nothing, the sun was shining and cloudless, and I couldn't see anything related to thunder and lightning. Slowly turned his head to look at Xun Yu next to him, and found that he did not have the slightest panic, and even looked at him with a smile.

"Mingxin step!" Looking at the steps that Yi Shuihan used just now, Xun You recognized at a glance that it was the stunt of the third master.

"The third master is really partial, I begged him for so long, he didn't teach me, just a few days after knowing you, I taught you. ”

At this moment, there was another sharp flash in the sky, and another thunderbolt pierced the sky, hitting them, twice as fast as before, and before they could react, the thunder light slashed at Xun You. Yi Shui Han Ming Xinbu can't be used continuously, the reaction keeps up, but the speed can't keep up.

"Hmph, little rabbit cub, I asked you to get up and practice swords with your senior brother, what are you doing?

Yi Shuihan raised his head in surprise, looked at Xun Feng who walked over slowly, felt the remaining trace of fluctuation in Xun Feng's hand, and looked at Xun Yu who was embarrassed by lightning next to him, Yi Shuihan couldn't help but be dazed.

"Senior brother has been struck by lightning again!" Su Qingyao didn't know when she also ran over, looking at the scorched Xun You without the slightest surprise on her face, as if she had already taken it for granted.

"Also... How often is it hacked?" Yi Shuihan looked at Su Qingyao in astonishment, for a long time, he suddenly understood why Xun You was so indifferent just now, and turned his head to look at Xun You, and he couldn't help but feel a little more pity in his eyes.

Looking at Xun Yu at this time, Yi Shuihan didn't find that he was seriously injured, his hair was split by lightning and stood on end, emitting a wisp of green smoke, straight up to the sky, Junlang's cheeks showed a touch of redness, and the clothes on his body were also split black.

Seeing that Yi Shuihan finally discovered a clue, after the lightning strike just now, the injuries on Xun You's body were only skin injuries. He found that on the surface of Xun You's body, this layer of faint silver light was faintly flickering.

"Training" Yi Shuihan shouted out in a lost voice.

Yi Shuihan was very surprised, cultivating the true way, the Tao can reach the fairyland, but there are still individual cultivation methods that are more unbearable, and physical training is the most of them. The most important physique of a cultivator is to hone his physical body at all times, burning his craving for fire, and reshaping his bones, and the pain he has to endure is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Xun You looked at Yi Shuihan, who showed a surprised look, and then glanced at Su Qingyao who was standing aside, and couldn't help rolling his eyes, revealing an expression that you don't understand at all, and walked away, "I'll go change my clothes." Listen to his crisp voice from afar.

Xun Feng looked at Xun You, who was slowly walking away, turned his head to Yi Shuihan and said, "Xiao Yi also go and clean up, put on this clothes, and take you to the place where you were born immediately." ”

Yi Shuihan gently patted the dust of his clothes, and said, "No need to change, my clothes are not dirty." ”

Li Ruotong hurriedly took a step and hurriedly handed the clothes to Yi Shuihan, "Silly boy, how can this be the same as your clothes, this is the Yangzi Divine Robe of the Yin Yang Sect, which will be worn during the sacrifice for a while." ”

Taking the clothes, Yi Shuihan carefully looked at the Yangzi Divine Robe in his hand. Clothes made of unknown yarn are very comfortable and soft to the touch. The clothes are so large that they can wrap his whole body around them. Behind it is embroidered a sun, dazzling, as if it is a real sun, emitting light and heat.

"Before you go to the festival, you have to go to Hantan!" Yang Mingyuan's clear voice suddenly sounded.

Walking on the way to Hantan, Yi Shuihan's mood was a little difficult to calm down for a while, the Kunwu Fengmen left by the Feng clan is a strange power, it can be an attack secret method, it can also be a defensive magic technique, it can also be a inheritance tool, but no matter what, he can meet his mother today, although it is only a wisp of divine soul left by his mother, but it is also his mother.

"This is Hantan. Yang Mingyuan's majestic words were interrupted, and Yi Shuihan's thoughts had arrived unconsciously.

Looking up, this is a canyon, this canyon is very large, about forty or fifty miles, the canyon is full of dead trees and broken vines, giving people a desolate and gloomy feeling.

It's a withered world, like a place of exile. Outside the canyon, there are still birds singing and flowers, but inside it is cold, which makes people not want to get close to the slightest.

Looking at this canyon, Yang Mingyuan was expressionless, and a cold voice sounded: "This was originally a beautiful scenery of the Yin Yang Divine Mountain, but when the Yin and Yang were in civil strife, the Yin Sect was forced to blow up the Yin Bead, and since then this place has become like this." ”

The voice was very soft, and under the cold wind, Yi Shuihan could barely hear it clearly, but the bitterness and sourness in those words could indeed be heard by anyone.

At that time, the Yin and Yang Sect was in civil strife, and the Yang Sect was killed in a hurry, and the Yin Sect was forced to blow up the treasure "Yin Pearl". The Yin Bead exploded with the cold and icy qi in it, instantly freezing the heavens and the earth. Yang Zong is fortunate to have Yang Mingzhu to contend with, Yang Mingzhu introduced the cold qi of the entire Yin Ming Pearl into the Yishui Seal, and only today's Yishui Ice Lake, there are no four seasons here, only the sound of the cold wind.

Walking further, the center of the canyon is the Yishui Ice Lake. The surface of the lake is not particularly large, almost 100 meters away. Yi Shuihan looked at the land where he was born, and his heart felt like he had fallen down on the five-flavor cup, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

The whole canyon is bitterly cold, but there is no ice and snow, and the whole lake is not frozen because of the cold weather, just lying there quietly, like an ice beauty that no one dares to touch, which is daunting, only the cold wind blowing in this canyon will open her soul-loving eyes.

Walking to the lake, Yang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the bottom of the lake, and said: "Kunwu Fengmen is at the bottom of this lake, you can see it if you jump down, go ahead." ”

Slowly waking up, Yi Shuihan looked around carefully. I don't know why, since entering this canyon, Yi Shuihan always feels that this place is miserable.

Yi Shuihan felt that it was not strange that Yin was miserable, to know how many people died here back then, but I am afraid that the Yin and Yang Sect itself does not know.