At No. 47 in the Imperial City, the old man and Qin Xiangyu had closed the store.
The wind and snow were too fierce, so the two moved to the living room in the backyard to light a fire again, and replaced the strong wine in the cup with a boil of tea that was still on the stove.
Looking at Qin Xiangyu who looked frightened, the old man smiled.
He said softly: "I didn't expect that the old monk at the foot of the mountain would become the young master's whetstone."
Qin Xiangyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This little shopkeeper is a guy who can torture people!"
"That's also the trouble that other people go to find him for."
The old man sighed and smiled bitterly: "You will slowly discover that my princess is an interesting person. She can often find a glimmer of hope for herself in desperate situations."
Qin Xiangyu listened to the howling cold wind outside the hall and couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that he can still use the snowflakes in the sky to his advantage?"
"There are so many snowflakes in the sky, I only need one."
Quietly, looking at the snowflake on the back of his hand, Li Xiuyuan felt extremely emotional.
Even if he cannot achieve this moment next moment or tomorrow, he is satisfied, and he is extremely satisfied.
Just when the old monk in front of him was about to slap himself, Li Xiuyuan released his right hand that had been trying to pull out the sword.
The old monk was dumbfounded, and in the blink of an eye he made a flower gesture with one hand...
Just like the funniest joke he said before, the old monk saw the most incredible scene in his life.
I saw a crystal clear snowflake slowly rising from Li Xiuyuan's hand holding the flower, like an invisible whirlwind blowing from the young man's palm.
And he clearly knew how could this paper-thin snowflake stay in the palm of his hand?
At the moment when he was distracted, Li Xiuyuan's flower-wielding hand instantly transformed into stroking the strings of a piano, before he could even let out a shout.
Just listen to the sound of "Whoosh!" in the whining sound of wind and snow.
"It's a small skill, but it's also showing off..."
The old man shouted loudly, and then a palm broke through the wind, turning into a sword that cut through the wind and snow, and slashed at Li Xiuyuan, who was almost crazy.
However, before he could finish saying the word "ugly", there was a "swish!" sound, like a sharp sword energy!
A sword energy that slashed through the wind and snow, cutting through the sky and the earth, had already reached his chest!
"Chi!" sounded out, but the coir raincoat around the chest was cut open by a snowflake. That's not all, the snowflake continued to move forward!
Until a hole was cut out of his thick cotton-padded jacket, until a tearing pain came from his chest as hard as steel!
The old monk had no choice but to retract the palm he had slapped in an instant and tightly protect it on his chest.
How can it be? This is what the old monk is thinking right now.
A snowflake as thin as a cicada's wing actually hurt the peerless monk who had been practicing for who knows how many years and had been in seclusion for an unknown amount of time.
The old monk in the Buddhist hall sighed and said, "It's incredible."
The old man in No. 47 looked at Qin Xiangyu, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Young master has done what I can't do."
Above the Nine Heavens, below Qingli Village.
Yelu Mingzhu frowned tightly, looked at the two old men in front of her and asked, "Master, what kind of sword technique is this? When will this snowflake turn into a sharp sword?"
The old monk also frowned, looked at the old Taoist priest and asked, "Is this what you taught him?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "It seems that I can't do this, right? This is the swordsmanship taught to him by the female saint of Meishan."
Sighing, the old Taoist priest looked incredulous: "How long has he been studying now? Monk, you might have regretted it if you didn't insist on accepting him."
The old monk looked at Yelu Mingzhu and sighed: "Snowflakes turn into swords. Your master is already understanding the swordsmanship of the saint. You have to work hard!"
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
The old monk in the wind and snow put his hand into his arms and pressed it quietly on his chest. In an instant, a red flower bloomed on the old monk's chest.
The old monk looked miserable. He really couldn't remember how many years it had been.
He had always thought that he was alone and seeking defeat, as lonely as snow. Today, in the wind and snow, he was killed by a young man without a trace of aura.
Wounded by a snowflake.
With Li Xiuyuan's current physical strength, a snowflake could not kill the old monk, but at the moment blood seeped out from the old monk's chest.
He broke through the imprisonment of the long sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand with the supreme power of Buddhism...
The moment the old monk stretched out his hand into his arms, a sound of "唃!" sounded, and a sword sound beat the whistling cold wind in the sky.
What Li Xiuyuan didn't know was that the old monk had been waiting here for a long time.
While seemingly chatting with Li Xiuyuan, his amazing cultivation skills quietly weaved an invisible net in the wind and snow.
After careful calculation, Li Xiuyuan's long sword was finally imprisoned in the scabbard.
He even planned to let Li Xiuyuan annihilate himself in the fear of the unknown without taking any action himself.
Little did he know that under his strong pressure and intimidation, Li Xiuyuan finally broke out, turning the Meishan Female Saint into a snowflake that seemed to take ten or eight years to comprehend.
In an instant, it turned into a flash of brilliance between the fingers.
The cage of heaven and earth formed by countless Buddhist mantras was like an invisible net, which unknowingly cut off Li Xiuyuan's connection with the sword in his hand.
This is the first time Li Xiuyuan has encountered such a magical and incredible technique since he traveled across the world.
It can be imagined that the old monk is definitely considered to be a highly skilled person in the Tang Dynasty. His realm and true strength broke Li Xiuyuan's imagination in just an instant.
Although the net could not harm Li Xiuyuan's body, it successfully prevented Li Xiuyuan from calmly and calmly drawing his sword to kill the enemy.
Perhaps from the very beginning of the confrontation, when the old monk saw an extra sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand, he was already weaving a web.
The old monk used Buddhist mantras and his own cultivation to weave a net, and it seemed that Li Xiuyuan could only catch him without any help.
However, he did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would have a snowflake as thin as a cicada's wings.
In a flash of lightning, this network was torn apart.
Yelu Mingzhu, who was above the nine heavens, sighed, curled her little lips and said, "It's not funny, and Master won't make a fool of himself once. Let me see. I'll make him laugh the next time I see him."
The old monk looked at her and shook his head: "I'm afraid you can't imagine that that moment of enlightenment saved him ten years of hard training."
The old Taoist priest sighed and said: "From today on, my disciple's swordsmanship has finally broken through the old cage net and taken the first step."
Yelu Mingzhu was confused and had to ask: "Is it possible that the swordsmanship master and Mingzhu practiced before were wrong?"
"That's not true."
The old monk looked at his precious disciple and smiled and said, "If you don't become the stream in the mountains, you won't be able to run all the way and converge into the sea."
At this moment, Xiao Ju's voice came from not far away: "Sister Mingzhu, your mother called you home for dinner."
"Here we come, don't rush me."
Seeing that the master was fine and had broken the old monk's cage, Yelv Mingzhu waved to the two old men and said, "Master, my ex-gong Mingzhu is going home for dinner."
The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said: "Go."
Then he looked at the old monk and said, "I asked him to cultivate his mind there, but he thought about breaking through his knowledge of swordsmanship and scolded me for being unreliable."
The old monk smiled faintly: "Think about it, it seems that none of his skills were taught by you, the master."
The old Taoist priest replied: "Where did those great laws of his body come from? There is no point in learning these gadgets."
The old monk replied: "He used this gadget to break the cage that you were unwilling to take action on."
"You actually broke the cage I set up, not bad!"
The old monk tightened the cotton-padded jacket on his chest. Although the blood in his chest had stopped, the whistling cold wind could not stop pouring into it, making him feel a cold and heart-piercing anger.
However, what the old monk didn't know was that even if Li Xiuyuan, who was between life and death, did not see this crystal clear snowflake, he could still take a step back.
As long as he retreats into the big formation he has woven, the old monk can't hurt him either.
Not to mention that he still has a magical talisman that he hasn't used yet.
Because of what the old monk said before, because of the compassion of the old monk at the foot of the mountain, and the kindness of the young monk, Li Xiuyuan decided to save the old monk's life.
That's why he didn't use his life-saving trump card.
When the old monk saw Li Xiuyuan's long sword unsheathed, he didn't rush forward in a hurry. Instead, he was thinking about how that snowflake could hurt him.
A young man without spiritual power seemed helpless just a moment ago.
However, at this moment, Li Xiuyuan didn't want to get entangled with him anymore.
He looked at the old monk and said, "After this battle, I'm going to go up the mountain to cook."
After speaking, the long sword in his hand cut through the wind and snow in front of the two of them in an instant, and slashed towards the old monk's face!
Just like what he said to the old monk, finish the fight quickly, I want to go up the mountain.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan slashing with a sword, the old monk looked at the long sword that was coming towards him. He didn't care about the cold air coming from the long sword, and his right hand stained with blood on his chest was exposed.
The ordinary palm like a dead branch, just like Li Xiuyuan holding flowers and smiling before, casually clapped a palm towards the long sword in the wind.
The mantra came like a mountain, and Li Xiuyuan once again felt that the sword in his hand was instantly heavy, like cutting into the mud under the abyss, and the lightning sword turned into a snail crawling.
However, the snowflakes in the sky continued to fall.
The fingers that have already touched the flowers in the world will not stop again. The sword has been blocked, but his left hand has not stopped.
The mountain breeze blows snowflakes, and the snowflakes are like blooming flowers in the wind.
Even without his previous peerless cultivation, Li Xiuyuan still has a Nirvana body that the old monk never had.
As a result, the long sword in his right hand was retracted and he slashed out a steady sword energy again, heading towards the old monk.
But he picked up a piece of snowflake in his left hand, turned it into a bright sword that pierced the wind and snow, and slashed at the old monk!
But when the old monk felt the sword energy piercing the wind and snow, he had no choice but to retreat backwards, followed by two sharp airflows with his palms, and went towards Li Xiuyuan in front of him!
"Boom!" A sound sounded in the wind and snow!
For a moment, the sword energy palms collided with each other in the air, stirring up thousands of piles of snow on the ground, turning into countless turbulences and flying in all directions.
Li Xiuyuan slashed out a mountain-like sword and broke the old monk's mountain-destroying palm with the power of his mantra. The powerful air flow hit his body and instantly turned into a snowflake and flew back.
"Wow!" With a sound, a mouthful of blood splashed out, and several red flowers bloomed on the snowy ground.
Li Xiuyuan flew upside down, flew up the stone steps, and flew into his own world.
The old man in the wind and snow was not having a hard time either. He thought that the palm of his left hand could turn the snowflakes that Li Xiuyuan chopped into his sword into.
Unexpectedly, the snowflakes were too thin and too fast, and the wind passed by his palm in an instant, piercing the bamboo hat he wore on his head, and piercing his face like a dead tree.
A drop of blood slowly slid down from the old monk's face.
The old monk reached out his hand and quietly wiped away the blood stains on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.
This fight was extremely weird. Li Xiuyuan had no cultivation at all, and only relied on his Buddhist Nirvana body to kill the old monk who was about to ascend to blood.
This was absolutely impossible in the eyes of the old monk. He had dealt with it very carefully, but he was still injured by a thin snowflake.
The old monk narrowed his eyes into two slits, looked at Li Xiuyuan standing on the stone steps coldly and said, "What kind of sword is this?"
Li Xiuyuan held the long sword as heavy as a mountain in his hand, shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
