Yu Yao walked next to him, leaned half of her body out of the railing, and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes. Her palms were as white as jade, making it hard to tell whether it was the light of skin or the light of snow. There was a hint of relaxation in the corners of her mouth. The smile seems to be at this moment, forgetting all the worldly thoughts, thinking about nothing, quietly feeling the palms of your hands getting colder.
The snowflakes rushed towards her, whirling in her palms, getting faster and faster, turning into dense steam and dispersing into the vast dusk.
Wei Shiqi held her waist and looked at the snow side by side with her.
Yu Yao patted the snow beads off her hands and stared at the flying snow in the sky. The scattered jade and jade were swept by the wind, and she couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment. After a long time, she said to herself in a nightmare: "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, when the snow accumulates, the mountains and fields will be covered with white, and even the night will be like dusk. Winter is my favorite season all year round, and it doesn't matter if it's colder. , it’s best to hide in the house on a snowy day, listen to the sound of falling snowflakes, drink tea, and read poetry... Oh, when I think about the past, it feels like a dream..."
A few plain words fell into Wei Shiqi's ears, but they had a different taste.
"Guests are coming on a cold night, and the bamboo stove is boiling. Your poem is very good. I like it very much. Please read another one!"
Wei Shiqi smiled and said: "No more, I only know that one song."
Yu Yao hugged his arm and begged softly: "Don't hide your secrets, it's rare for me to beg you!"
"That...writing poetry is like a woman giving birth to a child. She has to have it in her belly to be able to give birth to it. There really isn't one now."
"What about the previous one?"
"To tell you the truth, I did not write that poem. When I was a child, I went to the market to sell animal skins and bones. I met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen. My father took pity on him and asked me to give him two Steamed buns, he wrote this poem and gave it to me. It was exchanged for two steamed buns, and I couldn’t count them..."
"Why do these words sound familiar?" Yu Yao didn't get angry after hearing his nonsense. She looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.
Wei Shiqi thought for a while and realized that he seemed to often use the poor scholar as an excuse. He looked at Yu Yao's expectant eyes, a little soft-hearted, and thought to himself, just copy it, as long as she likes it. I thought about it for a while and read eight sentences to her: "The setting sun sets in the west, and I visit the lonely monk in the thatched cottage. Where are the fallen leaves? How many floors of Hanyun Road. I strike the chime alone in the early night, and lean on a vine. In the dust of the world, I Rather love or hate.”
Yu Yao was silent for a long time and whispered: "Are you trying to persuade me to forget love and hate and live the rest of my life in peace?"
Wei Shiqi held her in his arms, "It's just a poem, just listen to it, don't think too much about it."
"Is this... also for steamed buns?"
"This time there were too many words. Two steamed buns were not enough, so I spent four sesame seeds."
Yu Yao smiled and said to herself: "I just need to lean on your side. What will happen to this world has nothing to do with me..."
It snowed heavily all night, and Liushi Peak was covered with snow and there were no traces of people.
Early on the next morning, Wei Shiqi comforted Yu Yao, walked down the plank road alone, climbed the Guanri Cliff with Lao Feng and Qingming, and walked on the clanking iron cable bridge to Xiongzhi Cliff.
Disciples of the Sword Control Sect use restraints to practice swordsmanship. Wei Shiqi has long heard of it. The restraints at Xiongzhengya and Lumingya are arranged with unique ingenuity, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep, for the disciples to hone their mind and practice flying swords. Thanks to this, the speed and change of the sword-driving sect of the Sword Control Sect are slightly better than those of other sects.
Qingming, who knew the way well, first led the two of them to a mountain col, and said: "The restrictions are endless, and you can practice swordsmanship according to your needs. This restriction is called 'heavy water'. There is no danger. You can try it first."
Wei Shiqi remembered the situation that day when the Ku Taoist from Goujian Sect held the Blood Moon Grass Cutting Scythe and forced his way into the Demon Suppression Tower and was trapped by the Shuiyun Array. He was wary and turned sideways to take a closer look. In front of him was nothing but white snow. In the snow, there are a few black pines and three or five bluestones, but the distribution of the restrictions cannot be seen at all.
Qingming urged: "You can't see how famous you are. Have you ever seen someone learn to swim by staying on the shore?"
Wei Shiqi tentatively took a half-step, and his eyes suddenly blurred. The scenery was turbulent and distorted, like a stone thrown into water, and the reflection was washed away by ripples. Before he could distinguish it, the vitality of heaven and earth advanced layer by layer, pouring in from all directions, as thick as water, He felt his whole body sinking, the joints all over his body crackling, and it was a little difficult to breathe.
"Try it, let's watch!" Qingming's voice suddenly sounded far and near, high and low, and sounded very strange.
Wei Shiqi pulled out the iron rod and raised it to the height of his eyebrows. As soon as he let go, the iron rod fell to the ground quickly as if it was attracted by a magnet. He estimated the distance and time of landing, and after a little calculation, he estimated that under the "heavy water" restriction, it would be about three times the gravity.
He picked up the iron rod, and Gentu's true energy continued to flow out. He first waved it casually to activate his muscles and bones, and then performed the "Crazy Demon Stick Technique" in a regular manner. Affected by the restriction, he was a little unaccustomed to it at first. By the third time, the stick technique Continuous, obscurity gone.
Qingming folded his elbows and muttered: "I got used to it pretty quickly..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Shiqi suddenly groaned, bent his knees slightly, raised his arms and threw the iron rod high, turning into a black shadow and flying straight into the sky. After a moment, he waited for it to fall rapidly, and then caught it steadily, like this Again and again, the higher the throw, the "heavy water" ban is regarded as nothing.
After playing for a while, Wei Shiqi became familiar with the nature of the iron rod and began to try to activate the magical power of the iron rod itself. The spirits in the three "virtual places" were condensed and formed under the nourishment of Gen Tu's true energy. The phantom of a six-winged double-eyed monster snake came out. He picked up the iron rod and hit it on a large bluestone, with a "bang" sound. With a loud noise, the bluestone burst into powder and flew in the wind.
Wei Shiqi knew it well. The moment he hit the bluestone, he did not spit out the Gentu True Essence. The power of the iron rod itself was roughly the same as seven or eight layers of Gentu True Essence superimposed. This benefit alone allowed him to Quite satisfied.
He lowered his head and meditated for a moment, then waved the iron rod. When the strange snake appeared again, he poured all his strength into it. A dazzling yellow light appeared around the shadow. The strange snake suddenly disappeared. The next moment, it appeared about a few feet away and burrowed into a tree. The thick black pine trees disappeared without a trace.
With a loud noise, the black pine exploded in the middle, sawdust flew into the air, and the upper half fell to the ground, causing snow to fall all over the sky.
Qingming stepped forward to check the fracture, and saw that the trunk was twisted and deformed, and all the vitality had been destroyed by the true energy, leaving no cure.
Wei Shiqi put away the iron rod and walked out of the "heavy water" restriction, feeling lighter all over.
"How about it?"
Old Feng glanced at Qingming, frowned and said: "It's passable, not considered a success, not as good as a magic weapon, at most it's similar to a top-grade magic weapon." He was proficient in making weapons and spoke with certainty. Above the magic weapon is a magic weapon, and the magic weapon is the best. Above is a spiritual treasure. There is only one word between the magic weapon and the magic weapon, but it is the same as the difference between heaven and man.
"As long as it works, this iron rod is hard enough and can spit out true energy, similar to sword energy. For those who practice close combat, it has an unexpected method... Don't forget, he is in 'Chongshui' 'Trial under restrictions!"
Old Feng was shocked and understood what Qingming meant. The "heavy water" restriction could greatly weaken the power of the flying sword magic weapon. Outside of the restriction, the destructive power of the iron rod would probably be twice as strong. Thinking of this, he saw Wei Shiqi's eyes looked a little strange.
Is this guy still a sword cultivator?
Old Feng hesitated for a moment and felt that the Horcrux was of great importance and he must inform the master as soon as possible. He calmed down and asked Qingming: "I wonder if the master is free. I have something important to report."
Qingming said casually: "The master is still in seclusion and will not show up until the gambling game at the end of the year. If you have anything to tell me in advance, I will find a way to tell the master if necessary."
Old Feng had been at Flowing Stone Peak for many years and knew that Qingming had a special status and often gave orders on behalf of the leader. Now he told the whole story of smelting the Horcrux and asked Qingming to tell the leader to make a decision. Qingming listened without comment, but ordered him to keep silent and not to let outsiders hear.
