Time passed little by little, and Lu Chen had no place to go for the time being, so he quickly settled down in the ruined temple on the top of the mountain.
Late autumn passed, and the world quickly became gradually colder.
There was no longer a trace of a leaf on the branches of the forest.
Whoosh!
The cold wind blows, like a knife scraping against the skin, and it is biting and cold.
Snow foam like fine salt began to float freely between the sky and the earth, and soon the earth was coated with a layer of pure white.
Lu Chen stood in the snow, holding a wooden sword, closing his eyes, immersed in the mystery of heaven and earth.
The wind blows and the snow falls.
The cold wind is sometimes freezing, sometimes violent, and sometimes bleak. There seems to be a unique rhythm reverberating between heaven and earth.
Everything is sleeping!
The world became dry and silent, with only the strong wind howling in my ears.
Lu Chen remained motionless, and his heart became extremely calm, like water in a lake, without any ripples.
The fine salt-like snow foam falls between the sky and the earth, drawing misty tracks, which is really spectacular.
Whenever it landed on top of his head, it would fly away in strange circles, as if there was an invisible force that forcibly separated him from the world.
After a while, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the dark sky.
"Snowing."
"This cold winter is coming earlier than expected."
Lu Chen stretched out his hand, caught some snow foam, and felt the cold touch from his palm.
A heart becomes hot.
He put away his wooden sword and walked out of the courtyard. His figure flickered across a vague afterimage, and soon he came to the cliff.
Looking down at the Red Tiger City at the foot of the mountain, it was now covered with a layer of white snow, and the figures on the streets were vaguely visible.
Lanterns and couplets were hung on the doors of every house, and children jumped in the snow with branches, playing with each other and smiling faces.
Ordinary people are holding brooms, sweeping the snow in front of their doors, talking and laughing when meeting neighbors.
It’s Chinese New Year, and there’s a lively atmosphere in the town.
Only Lu Chen stood on the lonely top of the mountain, like a high-altitude immortal, overlooking the smell of fireworks emanating from everywhere in the world.
There was a look of confusion in his eyes.
What is Tao?
Is staying away from the hustle and bustle of the world of right and wrong the right way?
Is it the way to be alone, walk around the world, and look at the world with a smile?
Because people have seven emotions and six desires, this world is filled with endless joy and sorrow.
And if you cut off the relationship and see the harshness of the world, will you become like a walking zombie without any humanity?
Lu Chen didn't want the path he pursued to be like this.
He hopes that he can control his heart, feel the pain of the world, and not be troubled by the joys and sorrows of the world.
Thinking of this, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart for a while.
Snow foam spreads freely between heaven and earth, scattering everywhere in the world.
Lu Chen turned around and walked back to the ruined temple, feeling vaguely touched by the way of life.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
The snow never stopped and got heavier and heavier.
It turned into heavy snow, flying all over the world.
Lu Chen practices his sword every day and never stops. During this time, he also has a deeper and deeper understanding of the way of heaven and earth.
But practicing hard for a long time is really boring.
Lu Chen was bored and wandered around the mountains and forests, and accidentally found a broken iron pot in a dilapidated courtyard, as well as some salt, vinegar and other seasonings in porcelain bottles.
There were animal bones and footprints scattered all around.
Obviously, someone has visited this ruined temple before. It should be some hunters who went into the mountains to hunt and stayed here to rest at night.
This iron pot must have been brought by the hunters. They were too lazy to take it away when they left, so they broke it into pieces and threw it away here.
Seeing this thing, Lu Chen had a sudden idea, so he lit a bonfire in the hall, set up an iron pot, poured snow water on it, and then went to the forest again.
I caught a pheasant in the forest, picked some mushrooms, and dug some wild vegetables.
After quickly handling it, Lu Chen happily sat down in the hall and ate hot pot.
"Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Warmer."
"It's snowing in the evening, so I can drink a glass of water."
Sitting in the main hall, eating hot pot and watching the snowflakes falling from the sky is really a spiritual enjoyment.
His mood suddenly became calm. Lu Chen couldn't help but smile: "It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise the taste would be even more intense."
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
During this period of time, Lu Chen put all the chores behind his mind and practiced to his heart's content, trying his best to improve and precipitate himself.
Whirring whirring!
The cold wind blows and snowflakes flutter.
Lu Chen stood in the snow with a wooden sword in hand, swinging it freely, and misty sword lights shot out in all directions.
Looking up at the falling snowflakes in the sky, and scanning the sharp icicles hanging in the corners of the wall, as well as the dripping water drops, his eyes suddenly revealed a thoughtful look.
"Ice."
"Clouds and mist."
"Soft water."
"These are all the different forms of water changing among everything in the world."
"The reason water is clear is because it knows how to settle."
"It is formless and formless, and can go in and out of the infinite place, moistening all things, nourishing all things, and washing all things."
"The best thing is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting."
"Water does not fight with everything, but it is everywhere."
"Extreme femininity, tolerant of all things."
"It can also carry a boat, and it can also capsize it."
Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!
Lu Chen realized something in his heart, and the sword skills in his hand became faster and faster. The sword thrust out, spinning around and around, like a phantom in the clouds, like a dream, and very blurry.
If you look closely, you will see that the shadow of the sword contains everything, and the reality is uncertain.
Between the sword moves, the softness and strength of water are completely integrated into one.
His steps were ethereal, his figure swayed, and his whole body flickered vaguely in the courtyard like streams of mist, making him look ghostly and moving.
In just half a month, Lu Chen has completely understood the way of soft water.
Then he began to try to integrate several ways of heaven and earth such as the way of fire, the way of thunder and lightning, the way of earth, the way of wind, etc.
As his understanding of the power of heaven and earth became deeper and deeper, the power of the soul in Niwan Palace quickly absorbed the power of heaven and earth, flowing through his body, limbs and bones, constantly nourishing and strengthening Lu Chen's flesh and blood body.
Another seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Lu Chen was standing in the courtyard practicing sword practice when suddenly a fierce sound of fighting rang out in the nearby forest, interrupting his practice.
"Cheng Qingshan, stop, don't run away."
"You have been surrounded, hurry up and capture us."
"Let's see where you go."
In the mountain forest, dozens of figures flashed, and the sound of rapid footsteps was accompanied by loud shouts. It was extremely harsh in the mountain forest and spread far away, resounding throughout the sky above the mountain forest.
This group of people was divided into two groups, one of which was dressed in black attire and wearing forehead protectors. They were all holding bright white long knives, and their faces looked fierce. After a quick glance, there were forty or fifty people.
The leader was a thin, one-eared young man with a cold cheek, and beside him was a bald middle-aged man in red robe with a thick beard and a slightly fat figure.
And they are currently hunting down a young man and woman.
The young man was muscular, plain-looking, and had a scar on his face. He held an khaki heavy sword in his right hand and ran quickly through the mountains and forests, moving very fast.
The person who fled with him was a young woman wearing a goose-yellow dress with a charming and beautiful face.
"Cheng Qingshan, don't waste your efforts, just accept your death." The one-eared young man stared at the two fleeing figures in front of him with a cold expression and shouted angrily.
The two sides started their pursuit from Chihu City and continued for sixty or seventy miles until they reached the high mountains outside Chihu City.
In this wilderness, faced with dozens of people chasing and intercepting them, the young men and women who were being hunted had nowhere to escape.
"Haha, you can't escape." The one-eared young man suddenly stepped on the ground, jumped up, quickly passed over the heads of the young men and women, and landed directly in front to stop them.
When the man named Cheng Qingshan saw this scene, his expression immediately turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "He Lianjie, do you have to be so arrogant and try to steal love?"
"Why do you mean I want to seize love with a sword? Miss Zhuge is the daughter of the Lord of Red Tiger City. She has a noble status and a prominent position." The cold and stern young man held a scimitar in his hand and glared with fierce eyes, his expression was unkind.
"You, Cheng Qingshan, are a nobody and don't belong to the same family. How can He De be worthy of her?"
"Those who know the truth, get out of here."
Cheng Qingshan's face turned red and extremely ugly.
The young woman in a goose-yellow dress glared at the cold and stern young man and shouted coldly: "Helianjie, why are you clinging to me? I don't like you, get out of here."
The one-eared young man named He Lianjie sneered: "Zhuge Yan, it's not up to you whether you like me or not."
"I gave your family a betrothal gift and asked the matchmaker to marry you."
"Although we haven't married yet, you are already my fiancée."
"I came here today just because I want to take you back and marry you."
The young woman named Zhuge Yan cursed angrily: "You fart, you are shameless."
"If you don't come back with me today, I will make your family disappear from this land tomorrow." He Lianjie said with a cold expression.
The bald man in red robe next to him saw this stalemate and couldn't help but said: "Yan'er, go back with me."
Hearing the words of the strong man in red robe, Zhuge Yan's pretty face changed: "Uncle, why do you have to let me go back? Isn't this pushing my niece into a pit of fire?"
"If you don't go back, do you know what will happen?" The strong man in red robe said with a sullen face, with anger hidden on his face.
"Today, the Helian family is the most powerful family in Canglan land."
"Now the war is raging, affecting the entire land, and the power structure is about to be rewritten. Our Zhuge family is weak and in danger."
"If we don't choose to marry with the Helian family, our Zhuge family will inevitably become a victim of this family war."
"Yan'er, you can't just think about yourself, think about your parents, think about your tribe, think about your family."
"Are you willing to watch all of this be destroyed in one day?"
When Zhuge Yan heard this, she felt as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue. She was stunned. She bit her lips, and two lines of tears quietly slid down her delicate cheeks.
"Father, mother, please forgive Yan'er for being unfilial."
"I will stay with Qingshan throughout my life, and I will never give up on him."
When the strong man in red robe heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He pointed a finger at Zhuge Yan, moved his lips, and did not say a word for a long time.
"Humph, I don't know how to appreciate it."
"I can't get it, and you can't get it either." Looking at this pair of bastards, He Lianjie couldn't help but feel angry. He pointed at Cheng Qingshan and Zhuge Yang with a machete in his hand and said, "Give it to me."
"The men will be put to death and the women will be brought back."
"If you dare to resist, I will help them both."
A group of subordinates around heard the young master's order and unanimously said: "Yes!"
Dozens of people armed with swords surrounded Cheng Qingshan and Zhuge Yan from all directions. They swarmed in instantly and attacked the two with weapons.
When the two saw this scene, they immediately struck back with their swords without any hesitation.
Cheng Qingshan held an earth-yellow heavy sword in his hand, dashed forward suddenly, and swept across the area like lightning.
The sword was powerful and heavy, flying through the air, causing a burst of air.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!....
The heavy sword struck six scimitars, and the strong force instantly shattered the weapons into pieces, knocking several opponents away.
A killer rushed from behind, preparing to sneak attack behind Cheng Qingshan.
Cheng Qingshan seemed to have no idea, his feet swayed vaguely, moved sideways for a distance, turned around and kicked the man hard in the abdomen.
There was a muffled sound, and powerful force exploded, directly kicking the man away.
On the left, right, and in front, four or five killers rushed towards Cheng Qingshan from three directions at the same time.
Facing the flanking attack, Cheng Qingshan's expression remained unchanged, his figure blurred and he struck three consecutive blows with his heavy sword.
A sword penetrated the chests of the two killers in front, and blood spurted out, and then blocked the scimitar from the killer on the left.
With a clang, the sword almost knocked Cheng Qingshan flying backwards, but fortunately, his skills were relatively stable and he was able to resist the sword.
A killer on the right was slashing with a knife. Cheng Qingshan couldn't avoid it. He turned his steps twice in a row and avoided the opponent's knife like a ghost.
Then he took the opportunity to draw out his heavy sword and swung it violently.
When the killer on the right saw this, his expression changed drastically, and he was ready to fight with a knife.
Cheng Qingshan's arms are thick and thick, and the veins protrude like a horned dragon on the surface of the skin, containing explosive power.
Lifting the sword high, he made a lightning-like vertical strike, turning into a streak of earth-yellow lightning and directly hitting the opponent's scimitar.
With a clang, the scimitar was instantly split into pieces. The killer's skull was also split open, blood spattered, and he died on the spot.
In the mountain forest, on a slope, Lu Chen was watching this scene calmly with his hands behind his back.
He did not expect that in this remote and remote place, there would be secular forces fighting and fighting to disrupt his Qing Xiu.
However, when he saw Cheng Qingshan, who was fierce in the crowd and kept swinging his heavy sword to knock everyone away.
A look of surprise suddenly flashed across his eyes.
