"This is the interior scene? No! It is the exterior scene? It clearly borrowed the power of heaven and earth, and then... it is still wrong. He did not reveal the slightest appearance of the exterior scene, but he could borrow such a huge force in an instant. Is it the Dharma body?"

"How could there be such a Dharma body?" Wu Song's ebony sword collapsed at once when he was striking the pig-killing sword.

In a moment, he had already taken thirteen steps backwards.

You can't retreat any longer. If you continue to retreat, you will fall off the cliff.

It's nothing to fall off the cliff.

The key is that this will be very embarrassing.

There are not many people in this world who can ignore their face and only pay attention to affordability.

Wusong is definitely not one of them.

So Wu Song could only vomit blood and vomited in big mouthfuls.

The snow under my feet reflected bright red blood stains, which was particularly dazzling.

Wu Song suddenly felt that it would be better to fall off the cliff and come.

Zhou Xiaonian did not gain power and refused to forgive others. He chased after him and made up for a few more stabs. Instead, he carried the "hard" pace, with strong pressure, holding the knife, and continuing to move upward.

Wusong was defeated, and no one took action next time.

It’s not that there are no stronger warriors in Wudao Mountain, it’s just...no need.

No one thinks that Zhou Xiaonian is not here to become a disciple.

Since you are a disciple, you must be your future "junior brother". It is always bad to take too much action against a "junior brother".

The warriors in Wudao Mountain seem to have no demeanor and will only bully the small by the big ones.

The wind gradually began to calm down.

It crosses the mountainside where the wind is the most strong, the snow is the coldest, and the environment is the worst.

Going further up, except for the increasingly heavy pressure and struggling forward, the other noise around him gradually calmed down.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the snow falling all seem so light.

The only heavy is the increasingly rapid breathing sound.

It seems that at this time, there is only the battle with yourself.

Just like after a sharp and fierce confrontation, those who can continue to maintain their passion during the gloomy garbage time are more likely to go to the end.

Gradually, Zhou Xiaonian seemed to be able to hear his own breathing.

Everything around me became quieter.

Even the fine wind that chanted some stories in a low voice became less talkative.

If he looked back at this time, Fengxue had been left behind by him.

Even the sun and the moon seem to have become less unattainable.

Only the stars in the sky, circling above with extremely mysterious trajectories, and occasionally shining meteors will bring a strange wave of vitality.

Just like the only vitality presented in a still picture.

Keep breathing!

The feet were moving numbly.

Zhou Xiaonian no longer swung his sword. At this moment, he was just a knife himself.

The persistence that cannot be smoothed by pressure is like a piece of coarse matte gravel, polishing his amazing edge.

Finally, he reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is filled with stars.

Cao Zhe was sitting under a vigorous old peach tree on the top of the mountain, holding a boring person at the foot of the mountain, and using him as the prototype, he was reading it with relish.

It seems that in this book, he can still see a different "self".

Zhou Xiaonian walked less than ten meters away from the old peach tree, and then stood down.

Neither he paid homage to the Master nor disturbed him.

Just stood still, looking for something on Cao Zhe.

It seems to be looking for the answer in comparison.

"Have you read this book?" Cao Zhe asked on his own initiative, but his eyes did not change, and he still looked at the book in his hand, just like the book hidden in the book with a profound charm.

Only then did Zhou Xiaonian look at the book in Cao Zhe's hand.

Then, I saw the title of the book, "The Master's Shy Little Fox Wife".

Zhou Xiaonian was almost shocked in an instant.

Many words that came to my mouth suddenly turned into speechless question marks.

"I haven't read it." Zhou Xiaonian replied in a tough manner. How could he have free time to read such idle books?

He really doesn't know how to respond to this question.

If it were the boy who was still doing errands in a small town many years ago, he might have been able to talk randomly about one, two, three, four, five, and six at this time.

At that time, he was still very smooth and clever.

Unlike now, the rough ones are like sand and the stiff ones are like stone pillars standing on the Gobi Desert.

"I thought you would say you had read it." Cao Zhe finally put away the book in his hand and said to the young man.

This sentence undoubtedly gave Zhou Xiaonian an answer.

This is nothing to Cao Zhe.

There are both surveillances that cover up the spirit balls and cover up the secrets of heaven, and illusions that can deceive the spirits, Cao Zhe may as well tell the truth.

"Why?" Zhou Xiaonian obviously understood the twists and turns and asked.

Only those who have truly seen the face of Zhou Xiaonian would say such words.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaonian did not seem particularly excited... He originally thought he would be very excited.

"Why?"

“This is a very long, very long answer.”

"But I don't want to say it."

"So, what do you want to do?" Cao Zhe asked Zhou Xiaonian.

Zhou Xiaonian was stunned, then gritted his teeth and insisted: "Give it back to me!"

"Give me everything back!"

"Uncle butcher, uncle of the barbarian, second sister, and that city, I will give it all back to me."

Cao Zhe smiled and said, "Didn't I give it back to you a long time ago?"

After saying that, although he had not changed his appearance, Zhou Xiaonian suddenly felt that the person in front of him became extremely familiar.

Only then did he remember who taught him sword skills and martial arts.

"It's you?"

"It's you!" Zhou Xiaonian's expression changed slightly, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and as if he had suddenly been relieved.

"Even if you... you still have to return it to me!" Zhou Xiaonian said firmly.

Cao Zhe used his finger to pat the stud of the old peach tree.

Under the snow, peach blossoms bloomed, but they fell one after another.

The fallen peach blossoms turn into shadows, turning into a city in the air.

Everything in the city is so vivid.

Zhou Xiaonian stepped forward and wanted to reach out to touch.

But the city was about to scatter.

"It's mine. If I say there is, there is, if there is nothing, there is nothing."

"You want to, you shouldn't come to me, but ask yourself."

"See if you can bring it back." Cao Zhe said.

Zhou Xiaonian's eyes dimmed at first, but then became particularly brighter.

"How to do it?" Zhou Xiaonian asked.

Cao Zhe said: "Simple! I said, you learn!"

"Learn! Learn it! Learn it thoroughly, and you will have it!"

"People must learn to rely on themselves."

Zhou Xiaonian is a very talented warrior.
To be continued...