The elves falling from the sky made up the entire Kunlun.
Ye Junlin stood in the snow, with a rust knife in his hand, like a dragon. The snowflakes fell, and nowhere did it fall on his shoulders. The sword energy was soaring, and a sword rolled up thousands of snow piles.
There is a waterfall flowing under Lingxiao Peak, and the Milky Way is falling straight, reaching a thousand feet high. Since returning from the wilderness, Ye Junlin practices his sword here every day, and swings his sword quickly and completes it in one go.
Zhao Chongshan had already left the pass, but he still had not guided Ye Junlin at all. He only drank and talked with Lao Wu every day, and was unrestrained. All the tasks of teaching swordsmanship fell on Wei Wuji's head.
This day, the weather was very good.
Zhao Chongshan, who had disappeared all day long, came to Lingxiao Peak for the first time.
Ye Junlin closed his eyes and pondered, "Breaking Hong Style" was extremely mysterious. For half a month, Ye Junlin made no progress.
Hu Jinming rode the green cow upside down and placed tea cups under the waterfall.
Zhao Chongshan and Ye Junlin sat face to face under the Milky Way, not talking about kendo, but just tasting tea.
Tea is wild tea on the mountain, and water is spring water on the mountain.
They are all ordinary things, but after mixing them, they have a great artistic conception.
The scary uncle of the master, who was of high age, handed a cup of tea to each of them.
The fragrance of tea is refreshing and refreshing.
Ye Junlin took a sip and smiled, "I forgot to congratulate Master Zhao on coming out of seclusion."
Zhao Chongshan smiled and said nothing, but Hu Jinming kept sighing.
Ye Junlin raised his head, looked at the waterfall rushing down in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "President Zhao, did you really split this waterfall with one sword?"
Zhao Chongshan smiled and shook his head and said, "No."
Ye Junlin felt relieved and said in his heart: There are no such masters in this world.
Hu Jinming carefully added some tea to the half-full tea cup and muttered in a low voice: "It's two swords."
The waterfall flows down like a screen. Compared to the rushing rivers and rivers, the momentum is even greater. It may be easy to break the river with one sword, but it is extremely difficult to cut the waterfall and the flood with one sword.
The mountains and flowing waters are stacked layer by layer and linked together. If they are not cut off from the source, it is probably difficult to achieve.
This is the essence of the ‘Duanhong style’.
Ye Junlin lowered his head and thought, as if he had some enlightenment.
Zhao Chongshan raised his teacup, looked at the waterfall, and smiled gently. The old Taoist priest who cherished his words like gold said a complete sentence for the first time: "It seems difficult to cut off the waterfall and the flood, but it is actually just mysterious. If he can freeze the endless time, what else can he fail to cut."
The old Taoist priest got up, took a cup of spring water, washed the tea cup in his hand, and left with a smile.
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It was lightly bright.
Ye Junlin lifted his sword and went straight to Lingxiao Peak. The Juque Sword was wrapped tightly and shook it on his back. The vast sword energy was like a yellow thunder's electric wire, shining around, as if there was a small lead, and this manic force would blow up the entire Kunlun.
The wolf king got up, followed Ye Junlin, and kept yawning.
There are very few spirit beasts on Kunlun Mountain. The snow-white wolf king is almost treated as a pet and spoiled at Kunlun Mountain. Some young Taoist nuns even hugged it in their arms.
The two balls of "white snow" on the chest, one on the left and one on the right, mixed the White Wolf King's head in the center, making Lao Wu envious.
On Lingxiao Peak, water vapor filled the waterfall. The closer you walked, the more intense the sound of the waterfall hitting the stone. Ye Junlin stood by the waterfall, holding a knife in his hands, and the energy in his chest was on the verge of the peak.
Zhao Chongshan cut off the waterfall with two swords, so what should I do if I have this sword?
Ye Junlin swung his rust knife, and the blade only touched half an inch with the waterfall that was flowing down three thousand feet. Then he came out of his hand, drew a scattered arc in the air, and fell to the ground.
With a crisp sound, several gaps were cracked on the blade.
Ye Junlin felt pain in his hands. When he raised his hand to look, a large bloody mouth had already cracked on his arm, and red blood was sprinkled with the silver waterfall.
Taking a breath of cold air, Ye Junlin tore off a piece of cloth on his body, wrapped it around the wound, sat down and regulated his breathing and healed the wound.
Hu Jinming didn't know when he would come, but he looked at Ye Junlin and said in surprise: "You are exactly the same as your senior brother who practiced swordsmanship back then."
Ye Junlin curled his lips and made fun of his bitterness: "We masters are all like this."
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There is a thatched hut on Yuzhu Peak where the girl in goose yellow brocade dress lives.
Since he was rescued by Ye Junlin, the girl has settled here, without revealing her identity at all, begging to go home. The girl lives happily on the peak every day, and has the momentum to end her old age here.
If it were just like this, it wouldn't matter. But soon after, another beauty who looked like a fairy but was as powerful as a man came to the door.
This beauty Ye Junlin knows, and is even familiar with it.
The missing boss of the "Qinglin Hall" in the Bixiao Xuanyuan Domain - Jianjia.
Jianjia's full name is "Wei Jianjia", which is Wei Wuji's real sister and granddaughter of the King of Chu.
The day when Jianjia arrived, it was snowing heavily. In the white snow, Jianjia was covered in red, making Hu Jinming's eyes straight.
Jianjia is a Fu Master, a Fu Master with a profound attainment in Fu Dao. At that time, he had a conflict with Wei Wuji, and used the "divine artifact" of Chu State to suppress his cultivation and escape from Bixiao.
Now that I have returned, I have devoted myself to practicing, and my cultivation has reached the "high-level Xuanhuang".
Ye Junlin was angrily angrily at this and secretly complained in his heart, what would his cheap senior brother feel if he saw this scene?
Jianjia's original intention of going up the mountain was the same as Wei Wuji: to teach Ye Junlin.
Fanjun’s purpose is very clear: to let Ye Junlin besides the “Sword Taoism” and immerse another practice, which is called “icing on the cake.”
Ye Junlin didn't understand why, but he took it all.
Practice your knife, practice your calligraphy, and practice your sword every day, and your life will be as dull as water.
Practicing a knife is a big deal, and practicing calligraphy is a small job. It will be particularly difficult to practice calligraphy after practicing knife every day.
Ye Junlin only felt that after practicing knife and calligraphy every day, it was like thousands of blood vessels on his arm, exploding, and the pain that was heart-wrenching and indescribable, sharpening his heart again and again.
The cracks added to the rusted sword every day increase in sequence. The Juque sword on the back is like wind and thunder roaring, covering the sky and the sun.
The word "心" is born from the heart. After practicing the knife, Ye Junlin splashes ink and several lines of regular script on the paper all seem murderous intent.
When learning calligraphy, you must first learn regular script. When writing characters, you must first start with large characters. The large characters are based on Yan and Liu bones. The middle characters are copied from Ouyang, and finally they are collected into small regular script for fly heads, which is called "Dacheng".
Since the beginning of practicing calligraphy, Ye Junlin must write a broken wolf hair every day, which took 774 to 49 days, and a total of 49 wolf hair hair hair hair was cut.
When the last one broke, the sword energy soared into the sky.
The rust knife was broken, and the huge blade body was shattered into pieces of iron.
The Juque Sword deshewned itself and flew out in the air.
Ye Junlin jumped up, held a sword in his hand, and crossed Helu with one sword.
Time is like a stillness, a thousand feet of screen, divided into two...