"The swords here are no longer good. They are all turned into scrap metal." Silk cloth said.
Hu Qing just said to look for it again.
It wasn't until she walked through the Tomb of Broken Swords and tried many times that even the sword, which didn't look rusty at all, broke at the touch of a touch, so Hu Qing had to give up.
"Yes, this is the Broken Sword Tomb, and there must be a real sword tomb. How could the Sword Sect accept a disciple without giving them a sword?"
Hu Qing walked to the other end of the Can Jian Tomb and swallowed his saliva as he looked down at the hole that was not deep enough to see the cold air.
What's next?
The real sword tomb?
Go down and take a look?
Anyway, Yun Zhong didn’t say he couldn’t go.
Hu Qing gritted his teeth and went down. To his surprise, there was no danger in going down. It is a water system with small Xingzi lakes and connected pools with connected water veins. But the water flowing inside was very cold, and the air-conditioning drifted upward, which was exactly the cold air she saw above.
The further you go, the colder you get. There is only the sound of gurgling water all around. The space is spacious, and there are vines growing on it that stick to the stones. There was actually a fish in the water, the longest one was no bigger than a palm, with a thin and translucent body that looked like a small sword. The sound of footsteps reached the water, and the fish slithered and disappeared so quickly that they seemed to disappear on the spot.
Silk cloth suddenly said: "Don't use spiritual energy to protect your body."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that this was the place where the Sword Immortal body was tempered in Canjian Mountain, right? Using yourself to resist the cold can improve your physical fitness.
This is a good place.
When we reached the depth where the cold air almost solidified, a waterfall in front of us made a roaring sound under the ground.
Hu Qing was so cold that she was numb. She squatted down and inserted her hand into the cold pool under the waterfall, and pulled it out in a second. There were strings of ice on the fingers on the back of her hand. My skin and flesh feel severely frostbitten.
Such cold water does not freeze.
Amazing nature.
"What a great place." Silk Bu praised, "I never expected that this Broken Immortal Sect would have such a good cold spring. You can come here to take a bath in the future. Use the body refining technique here to get twice the result with half the effort."
After hearing this, Hu Qing turned around and walked away without looking back.
It's already so cold under the waterfall, but I don't know what's going on above the waterfall.
She quickly went back and shook the ice on her right hand, feeling something bad. She probably really had frostbite. In particular, her right hand had been injured by the sword before, and the wound did not heal properly. The water vapor from the cold pool penetrated into it, and now her limbs and bones were shaking with cold.
The accelerated operation of her spiritual power failed to maintain her lowering body temperature.
After flying out of the cold cave, Hu Qing's lips had turned ice white. I hurriedly found a sunny side on the top of a mountain and basked in the sun to beat the cold.
Hu Qing was shivering, and he was still in the mood to joke with the silk cloth: "A girl's house must not allow cold air to enter the body."
Silk cloth doesn't understand the meaning behind this. No woman or man can let the cold air that exceeds their endurance limit enter their body, otherwise they will die.
He said: "Push it to a place and see if it can be refined."
Hu Qing: "The cold is killing me."
Silk cloth said: "Be more confident. You can give birth to the ice spirit root of Hu Nuan. What can cold energy do to you?"
Hu Qing was greatly inspired: "Yes, I am forcing the coldness to my stomach."
Silk cloth: Hey, hey, that's not what I meant. Do you want to have a cold fetus?
Of course Hu Qing didn't want to get pregnant, she just thought that her Dantian was in her belly. There is so much spiritual power in her Dantian that the cold air is forced into her Dantian. Let’s see what else the cold air can do.
If you want other people to know, you have to praise her: People are afraid of foreign objects and dangers entering the Dantian, but you are better, are you afraid that they won't be able to get in?
This is a wild path without guidance. You can do whatever you want and be reckless.
Silk cloth didn't stop her, she was always like this anyway, she was just cold and couldn't die.
Hu Qing crossed his legs and faced the sun, gathering his spiritual energy to wrap up the cold air in his meridians and drag it into his Dantian.
The friends in the sea of knowledge are confused.
The Demon King asked those two: Is she stupid? Isn't there that fire? What kind of cold air can't be melted by letting it go out for a spin?
Ruthless Silk: Have you finished digesting it? Are the fakes delicious?
Xue Shazhu rolled his eyes: You can get out.
Demon Emperor’s Order: We all live together, can we talk nicely? I haven't offended you either.
Xue Shazhu called it stupid: You are still staying here peacefully, why do you think it is?
Demon Emperor Ling had been sleeping and digesting the fake brand before, and didn't pay attention to what was going on outside: she has restrictions on her body, so others can't find us.
The Demon Emperor's Order is somewhat enlightened. With such a noble existence, how could others let it go if they discovered it? Of course, we have to pry open Hu Qing's head and grab it.
Thinking of this, it understood: Did she meet someone she couldn't beat?
Only when she encountered those she couldn't beat, she would hide them.
Xue Shazhu scorned: This is the fairy world, do you still think of it as the Xiaoli world? A person is better than her.
After these silent words were spoken, Hu Qing flew over and kicked the Blood Evil Pearl away.
All movements in the sea of consciousness cannot be hidden from her. If you don't like her, why don't you leave.
The blood evil bead flew back silently and glanced at Wuwusi. Damn it, no wonder this guy is becoming more and more silent. deceitful.
Demon King’s Order: You really can’t let the flames out.
It is still self-aware, and the scorching sun is no less coveted than itself.
Hu Qing outside has forced all the cold air into his Dantian, which is now bubbling like boiling paste. But those bubbles were cold.
Of course she knew what happened in the Consciousness Sea. She and Shenhun are one, or in other words, she multitasks. This side is refining the cold energy, and the other side is kicking the blood evil spirit. The little thing was really impatient to speak ill of her in her territory.
But right now, she couldn't care less about collecting the blood evil beads. The spiritual power in her Dantian was disturbed by the cold air, causing her to vomit and have diarrhea.
It's really vomiting and diarrhea, the upper part is bubbling, and the lower part is blooming. The cold air acts as a demon in the middle.
The alternation of hot and cold in the Dantian directly affects the outside. The closest place is the belly. For a moment, Hu Qing couldn't bear the pain and hugged her stomach. It was like an aunt who had not been here for a long time and suddenly killed her, leaving no trace of her behind. It's like eating arsenic and the crane's crown will be red, and the intestines will be pierced and the belly will be rotten.
Hu Qing scolded himself: I let you run around everywhere, look, you ate a belly full of maggots.
She wanted to squat on the toilet.
Silk cloth: What the hell?
Do whatever you want.
While his hands and feet were still strong, Hu Qing used the simplest and easiest materials to build himself a toilet. I found a cave to set up a barrier and went to squat on the toilet.
Of course, this toilet has no flushing system. Of course, Hu Qing won't really fall off.
Although it was a formality, when she sat down on it, she felt extremely safe. I feel like the pain in my Dantian is not that much anymore.
Ahem, I didn’t take off my pants.
After all, the silk cloth is still watching.
She sat on the toilet, put a small table in front of her, took a large bowl, put brown sugar in it, boiled the condensed water, and rinsed it.
Brown sugar, red sugar.
Regardless of whether it has that effect or not, Hu Qing feels more secure anyway.
Silk cloth asked her: "What kind of strange ritual is this? Is it the same as kneeling down and calling daddy?"
Hu Qing drank the brown sugar boiled water with a small spoon. Her stomach hurt, but she thought she could do it: "Absolutely. But at this time, she should call 'my mother'."
Silk cloth thought for a while: "Dad is heaven, which is Qian. Mom is earth, which is Kun. You are so brave, calling Qiankun to be your parents."
Hu Qing was stunned for a moment and laughed at himself: "I am born and raised, so I should call my parents."
She added: "You are the same. No matter who created you, it was not the materials and spiritual energy provided by heaven and earth. We are both born and raised."
Silk cloth: It turns out that I was born with it.
