Zhou Heng couldn't help feeling a kind of creepy.
He walked to the edge of the pond and looked down, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He unwillingly stretched out his right hand and touched it into the water, a strange chill came, making his blood seem to be solidified.
When the pool water was touched by him in this way, ripples immediately appeared, and the shadows walking on the mountain wall also swayed.
This is enough to prove that it is indeed a shadow that shines from the bottom of the water.
Zhou Heng quickly shrank his hands, frowning even tighter.
The water was so cold that he almost froze him with just a touch. If the whole body was immersed in it, wouldn't he be frozen to death in an instant? The weird thing is that such cold water didn't freeze!
But how unbelievable is that someone can walk on the ground as if under water? Moreover, even if it is not frozen to death, after such a long time, hasn't it been suffocated
His body was full of adventurous spirit, and under curiosity, he really wanted to jump into the pool and swim to the end to see what happened. But reason told him that this was pure suicide!
Zhou Heng was not afraid of danger, but he never meant to live impatiently.
The figure was moving all the time, and the feet were floating, as if there was a very special rhythm, which made Zhou Heng involuntarily look at it carefully, and even kept trying to figure it out. When he woke up, he was already following it. The silhouette moves.
Bang!
He tripped under his feet and fell steadily.
This footwork was as graceful as a god in that figure, but Zhou Heng was indecent in learning a gourd like a drunkard.
Zhou Heng jumped up, looking at the figure still swaying on the mountain wall, he couldn't help thinking, if he played the Lingtian Nine Style, could he stab the figure on the mountain wall
This step, as if with an aura, looks ahead and suddenly behind, completely unpredictable!
Must learn it!
Zhou Heng let go of the doubts in his heart, just focused on the figure, and stared closely at the footwork at the foot of the figure, moving back and forth, left and right, and it was just right and wonderful!
He continued to deduce the changes and comprehend the mystery bit by bit.
Every time I look at it, I feel a little more insight. Zhou Heng couldn't help being ecstatic, with a silly smile on his face constantly, and his expression was extremely rich.
Unknowingly, the first rays of sunlight cast into the valley in the morning, and the silhouette of the person on the mountain wall disappeared immediately.
Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel lost. He felt like a child had been robbed of a beloved toy, full of reluctance. But in the next moment, he felt sore in his waist and legs, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, his bones all falling apart.
After practicing the mysterious footwork for a whole night, did he get tired to such an extent
Zhou Heng looked at the azure blue sky, and a strong drowsiness hit him. He quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he felt very hungry, got up quickly, and went out of the valley to find something to eat.
This cave is too long. He walked out almost two hours later, starving with gold stars in his eyes, as if giving him a cow can swallow his head and tail cleanly!
After hunting a hare, Zhou Heng quickly searched for a river to wash it clean and set it on a fire. After a lot of gorges, he patted his belly, showing a trace of contentment.
Continuing hunting, Zhou Heng hit seven hares and a goat, then chopped a lot of firewood and brought them back to Juegu in batches—he planned to live in the valley for a period of time.
After working all day, Zhou Heng had time to stop and rest for a while, and then began to ponder the Lingyun Nine Swords and the wonderful footwork he saw last night.
Although the swordsmanship and footwork are completely incompatible with each other, Zhou Heng felt that there was a common meaning in them. They were compared and confirmed each other, constantly giving him a feeling of realization.
"This footwork is extremely magical. If I can use this footwork to cast Lingyun Nine Swords, who else in the world can dodge?"
Zhou Heng was full of expectations.
The moonlight fell, and his heart was up and down, if the figure on the mountain wall no longer appeared, then all his expectations would be lost.
At midnight, the black broken sword released plenty of energy on time, and Zhou Heng quickly sat down cross-legged to digest this benefit first. Nearly twenty minutes later, he stopped, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw another walking figure on the mountain wall.
coming!
He was ecstatic, but forced it down, focusing on remembering the wonderful footwork.
Complex, mysterious and endlessly changing!
Zhou Heng couldn’t help but secretly rejoice. If he hadn’t been cultivating Lingtian nine poses for more than a month, I’m afraid it would really be impossible to remember this mysterious footwork, because the figure was not actively teaching him, and the speed was amazing. A key change will be missed in the blink of an eye.
Without Zhou Heng's ignorance, the white fish appeared again in the east, and soon the sun fell, and the figure immediately disappeared.
tired! Very tired!
Zhou Heng sat down on the ground, his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and he fell asleep immediately.
It was the afternoon when he woke up. He ate something in a hurry, and once again spent time trying to figure out the Lingtian nine-style and footwork, constantly increasing his insights, and there were always surprises.
At midnight, after Zhou Heng finished refining the benefits given by the black sword, he unexpectedly saw the figure on the mountain wall.
His life became monotonous again. He went to bed in the morning, studied swordsmanship and footwork in the afternoon and evening, and practiced for a while in the middle of the night, and then watched the mysterious footwork of mysterious figures. He would only go out when the food was all eaten.
Fortunately, he now has less time to practice the exercises, and his consumption of food is greatly reduced, otherwise he would be able to eat more than ten days of food a day!
Although he didn't spend much time practicing, he couldn't stand the huge benefits that Black Broken Sword gave him every time. The cultivation base was still increasing every day. After ten days, he reached the pinnacle of the fourth level of body refining.
In just over two hours, Zhou Heng completed a breakthrough in the small realm and stepped into the fifth level of body refining!
He was already a little numb to his current almost enchanting speed. After just a joy, he devoted his energy to the study of swordsmanship and footwork, almost obsessed with demons.
Twenty days later, he broke through again and reached the sixth level of body refining, catching up with, or even surpassing, most of the younger generation in the Zhou family. What surprised him even more was that the black broken sword had been secretly transforming his body, although it was very subtle, he could still feel it after two months.
His thinking has become more agile, his eyesight has become sharper, and his memory has become better!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In the valley, Zhou Heng's figure is elegant, with indescribable footwork under his feet, as if he has blended into the whole world, obviously he is there, but it always gives people the illusion of turning a blind eye.
"After more than a month, I finally mastered the operation of the entire footwork!"
"However, any body technique needs to cooperate with the corresponding true energy operation route in order to fully exert its power, so I can't do anything! Even so, this set of footwork is still very mysterious, greatly increasing my self-protection ability. !"
"Although I learned it secretly, I still gave it a name, called... Feiyunbu!"
Now that he uses Feiyunbu again, Zhou Heng will no longer have the same back pain when he stops, as if every bone is about to fall apart.
Just like Ling Tian Nine Styles, at first he seemed to be against this world, so every step was extremely laborious, but now he was integrated into the world of nature, which was naturally arbitrary, without the slightest fetters.
"I have fully grasped the form in Feiyunbu, but the charm in it can only be understood by obtaining the corresponding technique. I can't help it!"
"There is no point in staying here anymore. The time has entered December. It is only twenty-two days before the end of the year. It is almost time to go back!"
"It's getting late today, so stay here for another night and leave early tomorrow morning!"
Zhou Heng made up his mind. After dinner, he didn't study Feiyunbu any more, but instead practiced Lingtian Nine Styles—he spent most of his time on Feiyunbu during this more than a month.
The long sword danced, and the silver pikes that made their debut, like a flying dragon in the sky, were extremely mysterious.
But Zhou Heng was still dissatisfied. Up to now, his mastery of Ling Tian's first form still remained at the level of form, and he was still unable to grasp the charm of it.
This made him very frustrated.
Unlike Feiyunbu’s stealing the master, Lingyun’s nine styles were taught by Heijian Zheng’er. Although there is no traditional method, it is directly integrated into his blood and body. In fact, it should be easier to master. That's it.
Is he so stupid
Zhou Heng stood with a sword and thought carefully, only to feel that there was always an opportunity missing, so that he could only wander around the periphery, unable to truly comprehend the mystery of Ling Tian nine styles.
He closed his eyes and pondered quietly. The kick seemed to be right in front of him, but he didn't know how to kick it out.
He looked like a stone statue, motionless.
After a long time, a bit of strange cold came from his face, Zhou Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that there was white snow in the sky, and each piece was the size of goose feathers, and the entire night sky became incomparably magnificent.
It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter!
The snow was very heavy, and soon the valley became silvery white. Zhou Heng did not move. Under the heavy snow, he also became a snowman, integrating with the whole world.
The silver makeup is all white!
Zhou Heng looked at the pure white, his thoughts seemed to fly into the infinite starry sky, looked down at the world, imagined the vast scene, suddenly infinite pride rose in his heart, and blood torrents all over his body.
Hum!
The black broken sword in the dantian trembles gently as if feeling.
This is the opportunity he is looking forward to!
Zhou Heng laughed, his body suddenly moved, and he shot up!
A magical scene appeared, and all the falling snowflakes were suddenly frozen, as if there was an invisible hand controlling everything!
Ling Tian first style!
The long sword draws out, like the birth of the universe, full of inexplicable mystery, and it is like singing in a great way of Zen, and everything should be in harmony!
This sword finally has aura!