Under the dark sky, among the white snow, the Luo River flows quietly.

A large area of ​​ice has appeared near the beach. Perhaps the entire waterway will be frozen soon.

The sky is still covered with dark clouds.

The snow is falling heavily and the cold wind is howling.

An elegant man stood quietly by the water, letting the ice and snow fall on his body, turning into water stains and dripping down the gaps in his coir raincoat.

He put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance covered by the wind and snow, with a gentle expression and calm eyes.

Uh-huh...

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm water surface.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the snow stopped within a few feet.

A petite figure shrouded in a black robe appeared silently in front of the man.

"There is no news about Lord Bingyun, Princess Huangmiao and Master Lei from the Red Thunder Tribe. They were last seen near Qizhou Fucheng."

The woman in black robe coughed softly, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured a few pills from it and put it into her mouth.

After a pause, she continued, "My subordinates sent people to inquire about the information. They learned that there was a battle at the residence of Qizhou Jiedushi a few days ago, and there was rumbling thunder coming from it. It is very likely that Master Lei was fighting with the great master.

Zhou warriors fight against each other."

"Huang Miao was born in the Golden Horde royal family. She was surrounded by people and flatterers since she was a child, which made her unable to see herself clearly. She thought that everything in the world should be dominated by her, but she didn't want to leave Beihuang.

, she is nothing at all.”

The man sighed and slowly looked away, "But the king has many children, so if a princess dies, she dies. It is an insignificant matter.

The only pity is that she also hooked up with the Red Thunder Master, but it is also a regrettable loss."

When he said this, the topic suddenly changed, "On your way south from Beihuang, Youli fought against the Grandmaster of Southern Xinjiang on the side of Baiming Mountain. How is your recovery from your injuries?"

"It's no longer a serious problem. He will recover in the next few days."

The black-robed woman smiled faintly and said, "He exchanged one palm for my three needles, but he didn't know that I had a treasure armor to protect me and did not damage my foundation. Unfortunately, when this person saw that the situation was not going well, he immediately ran away, and his speed was so fast that even I couldn't

It’s too late to catch up.”

"After being hit by three ghostly thorns from you, even if you are a martial arts master who has been transformed into a celestial being, you will still lose half your life. If you encounter him again in the future, it is no longer a worry."

Bing Yan slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, and the hands in his sleeves each formed a different seal. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the ice and snow.

Youli stopped talking and looked with him into the distance covered by heavy snow.

The wind and snow became stronger and stronger, covering the two of them as if they had turned into two lifeless corpses.

Time passed little by little.

Several crows with black feathers and red eyes circled and observed in the sky, and finally landed towards the river, ready to enjoy the long-awaited meal.

But before they got within three feet of the man, their bodies suddenly became stiff and fell to the ground like stones. The surface was also covered with a layer of blue ice crystals, making them look like lifelike ice sculptures.

The man opened his eyes at this moment, "You have been to Shuize before going south this time. What is the situation of the Holy Master now?"

Youli seemed to suddenly come to life, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked up at the dark sky.

She was lost in thought and said slowly, "The Holy Master is becoming more and more elusive. I stood on the edge of the blood pool and looked at that strange face. I felt an inexplicable feeling of fear in my heart, as if I was facing the north.

Just like the new King Huang.

Also, this time when I went to Shengze Heart Island to meet the Holy Master, she asked me to go to Luoshui, Qizhou, to look for the things left behind by Gui Shu imitation, which is under the villa built thirty years ago."

Speaking of this, she frowned and said in a confused tone, "I don't understand. Gui Shufang has been dead for a long time. Since the Holy Master knows this, why has he not searched for it for so many years, but insists on searching for it thirty years later?"

I suddenly mentioned it today."

"Also, when the Holy Master talked about this matter, the expressions on the left and right sides were completely different. It made me feel as if she had really become two people. Even the spiritual threads surrounding the blood pool had changed.

It has to be a little twisted and violent.”

Bing Yuan frowned slightly, "In your opinion, what is the most likely situation?"

"After I came out of Heart Island, I thought about it for a long time, but I never found an answer that convinced me."

Youli's eyes flashed with light as he considered his words, "But based on my understanding of the Holy Master, she has never mentioned the thing hidden in the villa before. The most likely thing is to let it hide deep underground and never see the light of day.

Good results.

The sudden request for us to take a trip at this time may be related to the changes in her. As the saying goes, times have changed, and times have changed."

Bing Yuan was silent for a long time, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "In that case, I'll go with you to take a look."

Youli said in surprise, "Actually, I can go alone. Doesn't Lord Bingyun have other things to do?"

He slowly turned around and walked south along the river, "Because I am also a little curious as to what is buried under that villa that the Holy Master has been thinking about until now.

Perhaps this is also an opportunity that allows me to peep into the path that Gui Shufang took back then, and then to deduce the deepest secrets hidden by the Holy Master, so that I can have more reference value for my path of yin and yang life."

The night is already very deep.

The wind and snow enveloped the entire city of Qizhou.

There was no one on the street outside. Except for the lights on the gambling house hooks, the rest of the place was dark and quiet. People had already huddled in their beds and fell into sweet dreams.

In the room, Wei Tao's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and a divine light flashed.

A looming golden-armored shadow appeared vaguely inside.

There is also a wisp of scarlet silk thread, meandering in the darkness, very smart.

As time goes by, there are more and more scarlet wires that need to be controlled, and they are getting longer and longer.

It also has to outline complicated textures and shapes, so the amount of energy expended increases rapidly.

What's more important is that while driving the silk threads, he must also maintain his awareness of the secrets of the Vajra and the spiritual meaning. With such distraction, the difficulty suddenly increases several times.

Snap!

Without any warning, Wei Tao's eyes moved slightly, and everything immediately returned to zero.

He sighed softly, drank the medicinal tea carefully, and sat on the chair, lost in thought.

After returning home from the Jiedu Envoy's residence, he had tried this countless times, but every time he failed, he even became more and more dull and sluggish with his mental fatigue.

Wei Tao closed his eyes, and that golden light appeared in his mind again.

Perceive it as a line made of points, a surface made of lines, and ultimately countless mysterious lines forming the phantom of the golden armor.

The center of his eyebrows was beating loudly, and his temples on both sides felt as painful as pinpricks.

But he still endured the nauseating sadness and went deep into it to feel it carefully, not even missing the line direction, turning angle, and even the proportion of every texture.

Time passed little by little.

Two lines of blood quietly flowed out from between his mouth and nose.

Drops of raindrops fell on her chest, staining the snow-white clothes with dots of scarlet plum blossoms.

"Haste makes waste. We cannot continue. If we continue to force ourselves to comprehend, we may injure ourselves. When the time comes that we will be mentally traumatized and have mystical and delusional thoughts, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Wei Tao opened his eyes at this moment, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, calmed down, and adjusted his breathing little by little.

This is just the mysterious spiritual meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique, but it is already so difficult, and there is no hope of success.

So, if he goes according to his idea, if he really wants to reproduce the virtual image of the golden lotus blooming, the black turtle on its feet, and the snakes surrounding it, the difficulty will increase exponentially, and there is almost no possibility of success in the foreseeable future.

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When Wei Tao thought about this, he even had some doubts as to whether his attempt to simulate the spiritual meaning of Xuan Nian with silk threads was a whimsical move.

However, when the treacherous threads are twisting and turning, carving out complicated lines one after another, you can still feel the seemingly invisible true meaning of the Vajra Secret Technique, which means that there should be no problem with the general direction.

The real problem lies in his own lack of ability and inability to reproduce the situation perfectly and truly lead this path.

After a short rest, Wei Tao unrolled the pictures and laid them flat on the table.

Starting from the Red Thread Secret Record and the Blood Lotus Picture Record, all the way to the abstract and distorted Xiyue Picture Record.

Then gather your thoughts and immerse yourself in it.

Unconsciously, he completely forgot about the passage of time.

It wasn't until a soft click came from the courtyard outside the house that his meditation was interrupted.

Wei Tao put away the picture scroll and went outside the hospital to check the situation.

Only then did I realize that a dead branch had been crushed by the snow and fell to the ground.

"gentlemen."

A figure appeared silently from the darkness and bowed slightly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Shang."

Wei Tao looked up at the scattered snowflakes, took a deep breath of the cool and moist air, and felt the cold silence of the winter night.

"Sir, it seems that you have a difficult question." Shang Bian slowly followed behind and spoke carefully.

Wei Tao stopped in the middle of the yard, letting the wind and snow wrap around his body.
To be continued...