"Is this an interior scene? No! Is it an exterior scene? He clearly borrowed the power of heaven and earth. Wait... it's still wrong. He didn't show any appearance of an exterior scene, but he was able to borrow such a huge power in an instant. Is this the Dharmakaya?"
"How can there be such a body?" Wu Song's ebony sword collapsed when he parried the pig-killing knife.
In an instant, he had taken thirteen steps back.
He can't retreat any further. If he continues to retreat, he will fall off the cliff.
Falling off a cliff is nothing.
The point is that it would be very embarrassing.
After all, there are not many people in this world who can ignore face and only pay attention to benefits.
Wu Song is definitely not one of them.
So Wu Song could only vomit blood, vomiting in big mouthfuls.
The white snow under the feet reflected the bright red blood stains, which was particularly dazzling.
Wu Song suddenly felt that it would be better to fall off the cliff.
Zhou Xiaonian did not give up on others when he had the upper hand and pursue him with a few more blows. Instead, he continued to move upwards with the knife in hand, holding on to the strong pressure with a "difficult" pace.
Wu Song was defeated, and no one took action for the time being.
It's not that there aren't stronger warriors in Martial Arts Mountain, it's just that... it's not necessary.
No one thought that Zhou Xiaonian was not here to become a disciple.
Since he is a disciple, he must be his "junior brother" in the future. It is always not good to do too much to a "junior brother".
It seems that the warriors of Martial Arts Mountain have no grace and only use the big to bully the small.
The wind gradually began to calm down a bit.
We passed halfway up the mountain where the wind was the strongest, the snow was the coldest, and the environment was the harshest.
Further up, in addition to struggling to move forward under increasingly heavy pressure, other noises around him gradually calmed down.
The sound of wind and falling snow seemed so light.
The only thing that was heavy was the increasingly rapid breathing.
It seems that at this time, the only competition left is with myself.
Just like after a sharp and fierce confrontation, in the depressing garbage time, those who can continue to maintain their passion are more likely to reach the end.
Gradually, Zhou Xiaonian seemed to be able to hear only his own breathing.
Everything around him became increasingly silent.
Even the gentle breeze that whispered some stories became less talkative.
If he looked back at this moment, he would have forgotten the wind and snow.
Even the sun and moon seem to be no longer so unattainable.
Only the stars in the sky are hovering above in extremely mysterious trajectories, and the occasional shining meteor will bring about a strange fluctuation of vitality.
It's like the only vitality present in a still picture.
Keep breathing!
My feet moved numbly.
Zhou Xiaonian no longer wields the sword. At this moment, he is a sword himself.
Persistence that cannot be smoothed away by pressure is like a coarse-grained sandstone, polishing his amazing edge.
Finally, he reached the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain is sprinkled with stars.
Cao Zhe, on the other hand, was sitting under a vigorous old peach tree on the top of the mountain, holding a book of stories written by a boring person at the foot of the mountain, based on him, and was reading with gusto.
It seems that in this storybook, he can still see a different 'self'.
Zhou Xiaonian walked to less than ten meters away from the old peach tree, and then stood still.
He neither visited the Master nor made any noise to disturb him.
He just stood there, looking for something on Cao Zhe's body.
It seems that he is searching for the answer.
"Have you read this book?" Cao Zhe asked proactively, but his eyes did not shift. He was still looking at the book in his hand, as if there was some profound truth hidden in the book.
Only then did Zhou Xiaonian look at the book in Cao Zhe's hand.
Then, I saw the title of the book, "The Master's Shy Little Fox Wife".
Zhou Xiaonian was almost shocked for a moment.
Many of the words on my lips suddenly turned into speechless questions.
"I haven't read it." Zhou Xiaonian replied firmly. How could he have the time to read such an idle book?
He really didn't know how to respond to this question.
If it had been many years ago, that young man who was still doing errands in a small town might have been able to talk about something at random at this time.
At that time, he was still very smooth and clever.
Unlike now, it was as rough as sand and as stiff as stone pillars standing on the Gobi Desert.
"I thought you would say you had read it." Cao Zhe finally put away the scroll in his hand and said to the young man.
This sentence undoubtedly gave Zhou Xiaonian an answer.
To Cao Zhe, this was nothing.
With both the shielding spirit ball to hide the secrets and the illusion skills to deceive the spying spirit, Cao Zhe might as well tell the truth.
"Why?" Zhou Xiaonian obviously figured out the twists and turns and asked aloud.
Only those who have truly seen Zhou Xiaonian's face can say such things.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaonian did not appear particularly excited... He originally thought he would be very excited.
"Why?"
"That's a long, long answer."
"But I don't even want to say it."
"So, what do you want to do?" Cao Zhe asked Zhou Xiaonian.
Zhou Xiaonian was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and insisted: "Give it back to me!"
"Give everything back to me!"
"Uncle the butcher, uncle the barbarian, second sister Jiao... and the city, all are returned to me."
Cao Zhe smiled and said, "Didn't I return it to you a long time ago?"
Although his appearance had not changed after saying that, Zhou Xiaonian suddenly felt that the person in front of him had become extremely familiar.
Only then did he remember who taught him swordsmanship and martial arts.
"It's you?"
"It's you!" Zhou Xiaonian's expression changed slightly, as if he was relieved and suddenly relieved.
"Even if it's you...you still have to give it back to me!" Zhou Xiaonian said firmly.
Cao Zhe patted the stem of the old peach tree with his finger.
Under the snow, peach blossoms are in full bloom, but they are falling one after another.
The falling peach blossoms turned into flowing shadows and transformed into a city in mid-air.
Everything in the city is so lifelike.
Zhou Xiaonian stepped forward, wanting to reach out and touch him.
The city fell apart at the first touch.
"It's mine. If I say it, it will be there. If I say it's not, it will be nothing."
"If you want it, you shouldn't come to me, but ask yourself."
"See if you can bring it back." Cao Zhe said.
Zhou Xiaonian's eyes dimmed at first, but then became exceptionally bright.
"How to do it?" Zhou Xiaonian asked.
Cao Zhe said: "Easy! I say, you learn!"
"I've learned it! I've learned it! If I've learned it thoroughly, I'll have it all!"
"People must learn to rely on themselves."
Zhou Xiaonian is a very talented warrior.
This talent is not reflected in the foundation or qualifications.
Cao Zhe looked down upon these.
Things that can be directly changed through human means are not uncommon to Cao Zhe.
What Cao Zhe really valued about Zhou Xiaonian was his character.
At first, he made an exception and brought Zhou Xiaonian into the city that was destined to perish.
It was because he saw that although he was young and frail, he still refused to change his will to escape after being whipped repeatedly by slave traders.
He has a wild nature that cannot be tamed.
And this wildness is deep in the soul and bones.
That city, and the people in that city, are his sheath.
A sword must have a sheath.
Otherwise, you will hurt others and yourself.
