Chapter 166: Pines and Cypresses in Winter, Tianhe Wujian
Yuntianhe, a young man, lost his father and his mother when he was young. He was alone in the world and had no worries, practicing swordsmanship on Qingluan Peak all day long.
Observing the sword is like a person, and practicing the sword is like writing. Yun Tianhe has inherited the divine sword and expresses the sword's intention with his heart, which is the same as the scholar and poet who writes poems and expresses his thoughts freely.
Although he doesn't know a few Chinese characters, if he were to write poems and lyrics, he would definitely be blind. Moreover, he is dull and careless by nature, and does not have the quiet mood of a lyricist, so he is definitely not suitable for writing. But
It is said that my talents are destined to be useful. Yun Tianhe is uneducated, but he is quite spiritual in swordsmanship and martial arts. He expresses his feelings with the sword and always enjoys it.
In addition to practicing swordsmanship on weekdays, he also had to worry about his livelihood. Living in the mountains, he had to worry about everything, including food, clothing, and clothing. When Yun's father was still alive, he would occasionally go shopping and bring back things from the world, such as dyed cloth.
Ox ear-tip knives for butchering, flat knives for cutting vegetables, pots and pans and other sundries, but these things always get corrupted and rusted. If Yuntianhe wants to live comfortably, he still has to work hard.
The first problem of eating and drinking needs to be solved urgently. Yuntianhe likes to eat meat. With his rapid improvement in martial arts and swordsmanship, the wild animals on the huge Qingluan Peak can no longer hurt him at all, leaving him to be slaughtered. This boy said "This is a sword"
"Take it out,
It was used as a stimulating arrow, combined with the wooden bow left by Yun's father, for hunting. With the sharpness of the fairy sword, ordinary creatures could not compare with the two swords. Only a clear rainbow shot out, which pierced the fat mountain boar front and back and knocked it down.
He struggled on the ground twice and died.
This bastard loves the sword, but he doesn't care about it. He uses it for hunting and slaughtering, cutting meat and vegetables, and even doing chores such as logging, haircutting, digging holes, etc. It's a pitiful fairy like the beauty in the moon.
Things are stained with a lot of dust in vain. It is probably the nature of a swordsman to love the sword, but how to use the sword is a personal habit.
There is an ancient "Da Dai Li Ji" that says: Carnivores are brave and defend. Yuntianhe ate meat all day long at a young age, and no one controlled him. In less than a month, he ate himself until he was as fat as a wolf. Fortunately, during this month, he
Some of them were afraid of eating, so they ate wild vegetables for a while, until birds faded out of their mouths, and then they happily started eating meat again.
Summer is over and autumn is coming, and all life in autumn will be extinct. Just like one evening, the leaves on Qingluan Peak will fall yellow. Except for a few pines and cypresses, the whole mountain is full of yellow color. As the saying goes, plowing in the spring and working in the summer, harvesting in the autumn and storing in the winter, Yuntianhe knows
For this reason, most of the wild catch is made into dried and smoked bacon, which is reserved for winter use.
He was young and grew up quickly, and his old clothes no longer fit him. His father did not teach him the crafts of tailoring, but he did teach him the skills of making leather and tanning. Now that he was alone, he slowly learned how to do it.
Clothing. Because he was successful in martial arts, his hands and feet
He is nimble, quick in movement, and full of strength, so his working spirit is stronger than ordinary people. He made a simple pigskin coat over and over again ten or eight times without stopping, and gradually it started to look good.
Then there are the leather pants and boots, and I have studied everything thoroughly.
Before winter came, heavy snow closed the mountains, and all birds disappeared, Yuntianhe finally bought himself a set of well-fitting winter clothes and stored enough food.
The mountain is high and the climate is cold. It is still late autumn in the world, and the frost is already deep on Qingluan Peak. This winter for Yuntianhe, and the many winters he will spend in the future, will be long and boring.
In summer and autumn, you can still catch birds and insects, but in winter, everything is silent, the mountains and forests are quiet, all the leaves that should have fallen have fallen, and the branches are covered with frost and snow, looking like a forest of ice trees.
The pines and cypresses are evergreen all year round. Yuntianhe loves to walk in the pine forest in the early morning. The thick pine needles under his feet only make a gentle scratching sound. The canopy of the trees is as green as lead clouds, covering all sides. People walking among them will not know where they are for a long time.
Wherever he was, he staggered around in the woods as if he was drunk, and the unspeakable poetry in his heart turned into a crisp sword chant.
So he danced his sword in the pine forest, and goose-feather snow fell from the sky, falling on the forest floor. The wind and snow became heavier and the sky became darker, but the forest became brighter and brighter. Yun Tianhe held "This is the sword" in his hand, and his body
Pan's red gold sword pills are flying, and his body is moving with the sword, like an old ape climbing a branch, the pills and swords are flying, just like a white dragon chasing the sun. This time, his mind is full of energy, his mind is jumping for joy, directing the flow of Qi all over his body, his limbs are jumping up, and he is sweating profusely.
dripping.
The heat steamed out of his body, combined with the mist from the snow and the sky, and the cold air from the tip of the sword. The three of them interacted and turned into billowing white smoke, like clouds and mist. Its texture was thick and dense, its color was bright and pure, and its light was bright and transparent, as if
A ball of jade paste is in the air.
He kept dancing with his sword here. The thick fog in the forest was pulled by his Qi, expanded and contracted, and gradually took on a shape. It turned out to be a pine forest. The appearance became more and more real, and the details became more and more complex, reaching the subtle point.
In this aerosol pine forest, the textures of the branches and leaves on every tree are all in perfect harmony. The pine forest bulges out to an area of three acres
Small, rising slowly, hanging in the air, the falling snow in the sky can actually stop on the top of the cloud. It turns out that within this cloud, there are tens of thousands of extremely subtle qi machines flowing around, which are the magic swords and rubbings that Yun Tianhe has learned.
This is a natural pine forest, and each pine needle has strong sword energy, so it can bear falling snow.
This is the unparalleled divine sword. Its purpose is lofty and lofty, it is the Great Pure Yang, so it can carry three thousand qi without leaking. Such power is like a towering giant tree, which cannot be achieved by Yun Tianhe himself.
Everything he thought was the intention of the sword. After visiting the pine forest on a snowy day, he expressed his thoughts through the Heart Seal Sword Machine. Although the subtlety in this was the power of the Heart Seal, his aura of enlightenment was indescribable.
Maybe. For five months, he practiced sword practice every day, thought about and worshiped in various ways, and finally
When a crisp bud grows on the branch of the sword, it originally only needs to wait for the opportunity to bear a fruit. During this snowy sword dance, the right time and place are in place, and the bud matures quickly and bears fruit.
A green fruit, but it was the first swordsmanship that Yun Tianhe gained from his own enlightenment.
This sword uses pine as the spine, needles as the blade, snow as the handle, and clouds as the boring bar. The sword path is clear and handsome, and the momentum is high. If placed in the world, it is already a unique skill that establishes a sect. To Yun Tianhe, it is just
It's just a sideshow after having fun.
This round of sword dancing consumed a lot of energy, and he gained a lot of fat from the meat he ate in the summer, which was now used to support the flow of essence in his body. As a result, his body became thinner quickly, and he gradually lost strength and energy.
Panting and distracted, he put away his sword and stood up.
When he was startled to realize, the temperature in the pine forest was already like spring, and the cloud of happiness above his head lingered for a long time. It was blown by the wind and drifted east and west. Yuntianhe didn't care about it. He just looked at it and thought it was fun.
That's it. This cloud flows with the mountain air at night, goes down the slope, and falls into a human settlement at the foot of Qingluan Peak, called Taiping Village.
When the villagers got up early in the morning, they saw a vast mist. They couldn't see any fingers when they reached out. The voices of people were silent, and no chickens or dogs could be heard. There were pine forests hidden in the mist, which were bright and clean, like jade carvings. People at that time were amazed and thought that the immortals on the mountain were showing their holiness.