Surrounded by mountains.
There is a pool of green lake water in it.
The water surface is more than a hundred feet above the ground, as if suspended in the sky, so it is called Tianchi.
It's the middle of winter.
It has been snowing heavily for three days, and there are glaciers and snowfields everywhere, without any trace of living creatures.
Only on the edge of Tianchi was a solitary old man, sitting with his knees crossed, his bamboo hat and coir raincoat covered with snow, holding a fishing rod three to four feet long and fishing.
The north wind roared past, blowing up snow all over the sky.
The old man remained motionless, as if he had frozen by the lake.
Sitting from early morning to dusk, I saw the sky brightening again. I don't know how many days and nights I sat there, but it seemed that the old man was the only one left in the vast white sky.
This day.
Two teenagers were running across the snow. One was walking gracefully and without leaving a trace on the snow, while the other was as heavy and arrogant as an ox.
"Greetings, sir."
The two landed on the edge of Tianchi, bowed and clasped their fists to salute.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, which were as deep as a valley, with wisps of cold light flashing through his eyes, and he scolded: "What are you shouting, the fish will be scared away."
The honest boy with a square face scratched his head and said, "Sir, your fishing rod has no line, how can you catch fish?"
"Brother Yun doesn't understand."
Another handsome young man patted the horse and said, "Sir, you are not fishing, but training your mind and enlightening yourself."
"Glib tongue!"
As the old man spoke, the fishing rod vibrated slightly, and with a wave of his hand, he caught a herring more than two feet long: "Who said you can't fish without a line?"
The handsome young man observed carefully and found a half-empty and half-solid thread of true energy hanging from the fishing rod.
The end of the silk thread condenses into a fishhook, and it is difficult for the herring to escape if it bites it.
"Sir, you are a true immortal, with boundless magical power, vast supernatural powers, and invincible in the world!"
"You're such a slut, you know how to flatter others."
The old man raised his brows. This guy was smooth and clever, so he was very suitable to be sent to Dongchang as an errand. He was Zhou Yi who had escaped from the capital and was hiding in Tianchi.
three years ago.
Zhou Yi left the capital and fled west to the seaside, where he joined the caravan escort and turned north.
Half a year later, the caravan encountered bandits. After feigning death, he escaped and came to Tianchi. He beat the Yanbo Diaosou who occupied this place to death, changed his appearance and lived in seclusion.
It is recorded in the secret book of Dongchang that Yanbo Diaosou has a lonely and weird temperament, rarely walks around in the rivers and lakes, has no relatives and friends, and has extremely high martial arts skills, which is suitable for Zhou Yi to impersonate him.
These two young men came from the village at the foot of the mountain and were from the same clan. Their names were Gu Xiao and Gu Yun.
When Yanbo Diaosou was still alive, the two of them would often go up to the mountain and bring him rice, flour and salt, and ask for tips on martial arts practice.
Zhou Yi secretly spied on them for several months, imitating Diaosou's words and habits, and understood that he was testing the two men and intended to accept them as his disciples to pass on the martial arts.
After replacing their identities, everything went as usual, and they were asked to inquire about the news from traveling merchants.
Zhou Yi threw the herring into the fish basket and asked: "We braved the heavy snow to go up the mountain, but what happened in the rivers and lakes?"
"Can't hide it from sir."
Gu Xiao said: "A ginseng picker came to the village. He said that he had a very good master and kidnapped the people of the governor of Dongchang. He threatened to exterminate the clan if he didn't show up for three months!"
Zhou Yi's face was expressionless. He had already forgotten about his clan members, and he would not take the risk to save them.
"When did this happen?"
Gu Xiao replied: "Half a year ago."
Tianchi is located in the northeast of Daqing, further away from the capital than northern Xinjiang. In addition, the mountain villages are isolated, so it is not unusual for a news to spread for half a year.
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "The governor of Dongchang is so powerful that he never thought that all nine tribes would be exterminated."
Gu Xiao had a strange expression on his face, and there was a hint of joy in his words. Could it be that he had a grudge against the governor of the East Factory?
When Zhou Yi heard the news of the extinction of the nine tribes, his mind felt relaxed and clear, as if a fine veil had been lifted before his eyes, and the whole world became a little clearer.
No matter how much we ignore family affection, there is always a touch of softness in the hard-to-see corners of our hearts.
Now that the nine tribes are extinct, it is time for the Forgetting Sword Technique to be completed.
"There are indeed good people in this world!"
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed that there was a trace of breath between heaven and earth, some was cold, some was hot, some was thick, some was sharp. Because it was located in Tianchi, there was far more cold air than others.
According to the secret method recorded in the Forgetting Sword Jue, the true energy penetrates the body and simulates the circulation of meridians outside the body, forming the power to swallow up the world.
The cold and cold innate energy entered the body, and after several weeks of refining, it became the innate true energy.
"Xiantian, it's done!"
There is no sadness or joy on Zhou Yi's face. His strength is even better than Xiantian's. He is only one chance away from breaking through. It's not worth mentioning how happy he is.
Eight years ago, when Emperor Tui Tianshun ascended the throne, Zhou Yi obtained the method to break through the innate world, and also saw the cold pool in the palace.
The cold pool is one foot deep and half an acre in size. There are several small pavilions built in the center, which are the practice places for the innate masters of the past dynasties to refine the innate yin energy.
After careful investigation, Zhou Yi found that Hantan was actually connected to all the wells in the palace. The source of the water in the pool was also the water flowing through the wells. Several of the channels at the bottom of the wells clearly showed traces of artificial excavation.
He was originally unwilling to use the cold pool to break through, but became even more repelled after discovering the secret.
It is recorded in the secret records of the royal family that after using the cold pond, Yanshan and other treasures to break through the innate, if you want to increase the innate true energy, you can only practice nearby.
For example, after Eunuch Hai escapes from the palace, he will not be able to move forward until he dies unless he finds another cold treasure land.
"The Forgetting Sword Art is difficult to practice, but it has no subsequent flaws."
Zhou Yimin has never visited Zhou's house in recent years, just trying to forget it. He never thought that there would be good people to help promote it and save decades of time.
Such good people must be rewarded well. In the future, the nine clans will be reunited and they will share the same family relationship with their eighteen generations of ancestors.
"Sir, sir..."
Gu Xiao called out a few times, pulling Zhou Yi out of his thoughts, and said respectfully: "Junior and Brother Yun have gone down the mountain. After some time, they will bring rice and noodles."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and said: "I will be practicing in seclusion for an uncertain age. You two don't need to go up the mountain anymore."
To break through the innate realm, the first step is to transform the acquired true energy into the innate true energy.
Ordinary warriors only need to retreat for three to five months, but the true energy in Zhou Yi's body is as majestic as the sea, dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people, and it takes a long time to refine.
Gu Xiao's expression changed dramatically when he heard this, and he knelt down: "Sir, what did I do wrong, did I make you dislike me?"
"Sir, if you point it out, I will definitely correct it, otherwise I will kneel to death in the snow and apologize to you!"
The words are sincere and the feelings are sincere, as if Diaosou is regarded as a parent or relative.
If it were a real Yanbo Diaosou, he might be moved and accept Gu Xiao as a closed disciple. However, Zhou Yi saw many such people in the palace.
Not to mention kowtow a few times and say a few nice words, even if you call me daddy on the spot, I don't know how many people there are.
If you had nothing to ask for, how could you ruin yourself like this?
Gu Yun also knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times and said, "I wish you success in seclusion, sir. When you are released from seclusion in the future, I will go up the mountain to deliver food to you."
Unlike Gu Xiao, who devoted himself to becoming a disciple, Gu Yun was very grateful to Diaosou and was very satisfied with his current life.
The martial arts I have learned over the years are enough to hunt tigers and bears in the mountains. I rely on hunting to make my parents, brothers and sisters live a good life. I have saved enough money to marry a wife and want nothing more.
"You two are very nice."
Zhou Yi's eyes wandered over the two of them, and there were several layers of implications in his words.
The two named disciples of Diaosou, one sensitive and the other clumsy, both have excellent martial arts talents. As long as they don't die unexpectedly, they will definitely become famous in the world.
"Would you like to take me as your teacher?"
Gu Xiao was crying sadly. When he heard these words, his sadness turned into joy. He kowtowed and agreed, "Disciple is willing. I will pay my respects to the master."
Just as Gu Yun was about to follow him to become a disciple, Zhou Yi reminded him.
"I have quite a lot of grievances in the world. Disciples will inevitably be implicated. You should think carefully before becoming a disciple!"
"Disciple is willing."
Gu Yun said: "This disciple has studied with the master for several years. Although he did not have the name of master and disciple before, he has the reality of master and disciple. How can he shrink back and be afraid because of grudges!"
"As long as you don't regret it."
How many cadres Zhou Yi has accepted have always used each other, and it is the same now when he accepts disciples.
After mastering the Forgetting Sword Technique, you can still continue to practice, going from ruthless to sentient and then to forgetful, and reverse it back and forth until you achieve the true Supreme Forgetfulness.
With each round of cultivation, the sense of heaven and earth becomes more and more sensitive, which means that the speed of refining the innate energy becomes faster.
Back then, the Sword God Wuming accepted Xiao Yun as his disciple, practicing the sword art with the relationship between master and disciple.
Zhou Yi did not need to imitate the Sword God to kill his disciples with his own hands, but relied on his endless longevity to endure his disciples to death one by one, so that there would be no inner demons.
He took out two booklets from his sleeves and handed them to Gu Xiao and Gu Yun respectively.
"These are two unique skills created by my master. Xiao'er has a superior understanding and can understand the invisible sword energy that breaks the body. Yun'er has a perseverance in nature and is suitable for cultivating the immortal golden body."
"Practice diligently and don't slack off. There will be a teaching test after you are released as a teacher!"
(End of chapter)
