Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.
He walked to the edge of the pond and looked down, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He reluctantly stretched out his right hand and touched into the water. A strange chill came over him, making his blood feel like it was cold.
To solidify.
When he touched the water in the pool, 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 retracted his hands and frowned even more tightly.
The water was so cold that he almost froze to death just by touching it. If his whole body was immersed in it, wouldn't he be frozen to death in an instant? The strange thing is that such cold water did not freeze!
But how unbelievable is it that someone can actually walk on flat ground underwater? Moreover, even if he doesn't freeze to death, wouldn't he still die of suffocation after such a long time?
His body was full of adventurous spirit, and out of curiosity, he really wanted to jump into the pool and swim to the bottom to see what was going on. But his reason told him that this was pure suicide!
Zhou Heng is not afraid of danger, but he has no intention of living impatiently.
This figure kept moving, with its feet flowing gracefully, as if there was a very special rhythm. Zhou Heng couldn't help but look closely at it, and even kept thinking about it. When he woke up, he was already following that figure.
Moving with the shadow of a human being.
Bang!
He tripped and fell solidly.
This footwork seemed to the figure to be as elegant as a god, but Zhou Heng followed the same steps as a gourd, but he was like a drunkard, unable to walk, and actually tripped himself.
Zhou Heng jumped up and looked at the figure still swinging on the mountain wall. He couldn't help but wonder, if he performed the Nine Lingtian Styles, could he stab the figure on the mountain wall?
This step seems to be filled with aura of spirit, looking forward and suddenly behind, it is completely unpredictable!
You must learn it!
Zhou Heng put aside the doubts in his heart and just focused his eyes on that figure, staring closely at the footwork of the figure's feet, moving forward, backward, left, and right, just right and wonderful!
He constantly deduced the changes and understood the secrets bit by bit.
Every time he glances at it, he will gain a little more insight. Zhou Heng can't help but feel ecstatic, with a silly smile on his face, and his expression is extremely rich.
Unknowingly, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the valley, and the figures on the mountain wall immediately disappeared.
Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel lost, like a child who had a beloved toy taken away, full of reluctance. But the next moment, he felt pain in his waist and legs all over his body, and he sat down on the ground involuntarily, with bones all over his body.
It seemed like it was falling apart.
Practicing the mysterious footwork all night actually made him tired to this extent?
Zhou Heng looked at the blue sky and felt a strong sense of sleepiness. He quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he felt extremely hungry, so he quickly got up and went out of the valley to find something to eat.
The cave was so long that he walked out almost two hours later. He was so hungry that his eyes were filled with stars, as if he could swallow a cow head and tail!
After hunting a hare, Zhou Heng quickly found a river to wash it clean, lit a fire to roast it, and after devouring it, he patted his belly and showed a satisfied expression.
Continuing hunting, Zhou Heng hunted seven hares and a goat, then chopped a lot of firewood and brought them back to Jue Valley in batches - he planned to live in the valley for a while.
After working hard all day, Zhou Heng had time to stop and rest for a while, and then began to think about the Lingyun Nine Swords and the wonderful footwork he saw last night.
Although swordsmanship and footwork were completely unrelated, Zhou Heng felt that they had a common meaning. They were compared and confirmed with each other, constantly giving him the feeling of enlightenment.
"This footwork is extremely clever. If I can use this footwork to cast Lingyun Nine Swords, who else in the world can dodge it?"
Zhou Heng was full of expectations.
As the moonlight fell, he felt anxious in his heart. If the figure on the mountain wall no longer appeared, then all his expectations would be in vain.
At midnight, the black broken sword released abundant energy on time. Zhou Heng quickly sat down cross-legged to digest this benefit. Nearly twenty minutes later, he stopped. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw another weapon on the mountain wall.
Figures of people moving around appeared.
coming!
He was ecstatic, but he suppressed it forcefully and concentrated on memorizing the wonderful footwork.
Complex, mysterious, and endlessly changing!
Zhou Heng couldn't help but secretly rejoice. If he hadn't been practicing the Nine Ling Tian Styles for more than a month, he might not have been able to remember this mysterious footwork, because the figure wasn't actively teaching him, and he was so fast.
A blink of an eye can lead to missing a key change.
Without Zhou Heng noticing at all, Yubai appeared again in the east. Soon the sun shone and the figure immediately disappeared.
Tired! Extremely tired!
Zhou Heng sat down on the ground, his eyelids felt as heavy as mountains, and he immediately fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was already afternoon. He ate something in a hurry, and once again spent time studying the nine postures and footwork of Ling Tian. He continued to increase his insights, and there were always surprises to be gained.
At midnight, after Zhou Heng finished refining the benefits conferred by the black sword, he saw the figure on the mountain wall as expected.
His life became monotonous again. He slept in the morning, studied swordsmanship and footwork in the afternoon and evening, practiced for a while late at night, and then observed the mysterious footwork of the mysterious figure. He would only leave the valley when he ran out of food.
Fortunately, he now has less time to practice exercises and his food consumption has been greatly reduced, otherwise he would have eaten more than ten days of food in one day!
Although he didn't have much time to practice, he couldn't resist the astonishing benefits that the Black Broken Sword gave him each time. His cultivation level still increased greatly every day. After more than ten days, he reached the peak of the fourth level of body refining.
In just over two hours, Zhou Heng completed a breakthrough in the minor realm and entered the fifth level of body refining!
He was already a little numb to his current almost demonic improvement speed. After being overjoyed, he devoted his energy to the study of swordsmanship and footwork, almost becoming obsessed with it.
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 of the Zhou family. What surprised him even more was that the black broken sword had been secretly transforming him.
Although his body was very subtle, he could still feel it after two months.
His thinking becomes sharper, his vision becomes sharper, and his memory becomes even better!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In the valley, Zhou Heng's figure was elegant, and he was walking with steps that were indescribable in words. He seemed to be integrated into the whole world. He was clearly there, but he always gave people the illusion of being invisible.
"After more than a month, I finally mastered the entire set of footwork!"
"However, any movement method needs to be coordinated with the corresponding movement route of the true energy to fully exert its power. There is nothing I can do about it! But even so, this set of footwork is still extremely mysterious, which greatly increases my self-protection ability.
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"Although I learned it secretly, I still gave it a name and called it... Feiyunbu!"
Now when he performs the Feiyun Step again, Zhou Heng no longer suffers from back pain when he stops like he did at the beginning, as if every bone is about to fall apart.
Just like Ling Tian's Nine Styles, at first he seemed to be against the world, so every step he took was extremely laborious, but now he has integrated into the nature of the world, and he can naturally do whatever he wants without any fetters.
"I have completely mastered the form of Feiyun Step, but the charm of it can only be understood by obtaining the corresponding method. There is nothing I can do about it!"
"There is no point in staying here anymore. It's December and it's only twenty-two days until the end of the year. It's almost time to go back!"
"It's getting late today, so let's stay here one more night and leave early tomorrow morning!"
Zhou Heng made up his mind. After dinner, he did not study Feiyun Step anymore, but instead practiced the Nine Lingtian Postures. For more than a month, he spent most of his time on Feiyun Step.
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The long sword danced, sending out streaks of silver swords, like flying dragons in the sky, extremely mysterious.
But Zhou Heng is still dissatisfied. Until now, his mastery of Lingtian's first style is still limited to the form, and he has never been able to grasp the charm of it.
This frustrated him very much.
Unlike Feiyunbu's stolen master, the Nine Lingyun Styles were taught by Heijian in a serious manner. Although there are no magic formulas in the traditional sense, they are directly integrated into his bloodline and body. In fact, they should be easier to master.
That's it.
Is he that stupid?
Zhou Heng stood with his sword horizontally, and after careful consideration, he realized that there was always one missing opportunity, which kept him lingering on the periphery, unable to truly comprehend the mystery of Ling Tian's Nine Styles.
He closed his eyes and thought quietly. The final kick seemed to be right in front of him, but he didn't know how to kick it out.
He was as motionless as a stone statue.
After a long time, a strange chill came from his face. Zhou Heng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that there was white snow falling in the sky. Each piece was as big as a goose feather, and the entire night sky became extremely magnificent.
It’s already the twelfth lunar month of winter!
The snow was heavy, and soon the valley turned silvery white. Zhou Heng did not move. Under the heavy snow, he also turned into a snowman, blending with the whole world.
White makeup wrapped in silver!
Zhou Heng looked at this pure white color, and his thoughts seemed to fly into the infinite starry sky. He looked down at the world and imagined the vast scene. Infinite pride suddenly rose in his heart, and the blood rushed through his body.
Buzz!
The black broken sword in Dantian trembled slightly as if it was sensitive.
This was the opportunity he was looking forward to!
Zhou Heng laughed loudly, his figure suddenly moved, and he raised his sword!
A magical scene appeared, all the falling snowflakes suddenly froze, as if there was an invisible big hand controlling everything!
Ling Tian’s first style!
The long sword is drawn out, like the universe being born, full of indescribable mysteries, and like the Zen chant of the great road, all things respond to it!