The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.
The sky was filled with cold wind carrying hailstones, howling and crisscrossing.
With his superb cultivation, Jian Nanchun could fly with his sword in such wind and snow without any serious problems. The problem was that he was worried that his two junior brothers and sisters would not be able to carry it.
So, they could only rest in a valley.
After stopping, Jian Nanchun looked curiously at Yi Lin, who looked calm, and then looked back at Xia Xiaoman, who was still shivering with cold even after running the technique, and fell into deep thought.
Isn't this Junior Brother Lin Yi just a mere cultivation level in the Naqi stage?
Wait a moment.
When will I be able to fly with a sword if I am in the Naqi stage?
Can you still fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or out of breath?
Jian Nanchun finally realized something was wrong.
He originally wanted to take advantage of Yi Lin's lack of attention, step forward and put a hold on Yi Lin's pulse gate, and explore his details.
But Jian Nanchun didn't find a chance.
There were no ingredients found in the ice and snow.
Yi Lin reluctantly searched around and only dug out a few hibernating snakes from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake's gallbladder and poisonous sac, immediately removed the blood, washed it, and cut into pieces, then surrounded by three people in the ice and snow.
Have a bonfire and make snake meat hotpot.
For the soul cooking master, there is no unpalatable food, only unpalatable ingredients. As long as the ingredients are good, he has no problem.
Seven colors of light flashed, and the food was cooked.
Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been accustomed to dishes with their own special effects.
In fact, for Lin Yi, it is strange that the dishes produced do not have enough special effects.
"Ah~~~~"
As the hot snake meat soup entered his stomach, Xia Xiaoman felt like he was alive again.
Lin Yi hates everything, but his cooking skills are a bit ridiculous.
Xia Xiaoman gnawed on the snake roll in the soup, clamped his legs and muttered secretly.
"Junior brother, there is something that I must remind you."
Dinner is over.
When Jian Nanchun saw Xia Xiaoman huddled next to the fire, dozing off in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Lin's side.
"Senior brother, please tell me."
"You just said that you wanted to kill King Zhennan. I hope you were just joking."
"Oh?" Yi Lin glanced at Jian Nanchun strangely, said softly, and asked, "Why not?"
"Daqing's energy has been exhausted, and we still don't know who the true emperor of the next dynasty will be. Everything is determined, whether you, me, him, or this Daqing dynasty. What if King Zhennan is really the destined emperor?
Fate aside, if you kill him, it will be very difficult. Even if you succeed, I am afraid you will be punished by God for doing such a defiant thing."
As he spoke, Jian Nanchun mysteriously moved his face a little closer and pointed at the top of his head in a taboo manner: "You will be unlucky, or even struck by lightning."
"Let's not talk about it, I'm just talking casually," Yi Lin said while adding firewood to the fire: "I believe in fate, but I don't believe in fate."
Will it be bad luck?
Yi Lin looked calm and thoughtful.
Jian Nanchun couldn't help but sneered: "If you don't believe in fate, then why are you still learning the hexagram technique?"
Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with an even weirder look, which seemed to say, "Is your brain normal or not?" He didn't know how to explain it to Jian Nanchun, so he could only give an example: "Can learning hexagrams and believing in fate be the same thing?"
? Just like Senior Brother Jian, you wanted to sleep with Senior Sister Chao, but didn’t you manage to fall asleep in the end?”
"..."
The next second, Jian Nanchun froze in place as if he had been shocked by electricity.
…
After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin hid in a tree and entered the center with a skillful shot.
"You're here~"
Green seemed pleased.
It seemed to be afraid that if it fell asleep, it would be decades again, so it stayed awake and squatted on the coconut tree to take a nap.
On the lake, the prototype of the throne has been formed.
The colorful white streams of light intertwined into the shape of a seat.
It's just that the "throne" hasn't solidified yet, and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seems that Green's words are not false. He might sneeze and blow out the "throne" that Yilin worked so hard to carve in the center.
.
Trolls are so scary.
"Achieve yourself."
But Yi Lin was already very satisfied. He looked at the partially completed throne, and thinking of Xiao Xi's words, he understood what he was going to do in this world and in the long time that was about to pass.
This is a hugely expensive project. Before the project is completed, Yi Lin can hardly imagine what it will look like.
And on the throne, there was a hazy figure, sitting lazily on the throne in a fixed posture.
Yi Lin closed her eyes tightly and let her mind go.
Gradually, dotted lines appeared between Yi Lin's "body" and the "figure" on the throne.
These countless dotted lines, like spider webs, connect Yi Lin to the figure on the throne.
This is "soul clone".
When Green had nothing to do, he taught Yi Lin how to create a soul clone.
Green seemed to be cheating on the technique of creating a soul clone. He tapped Yilin's forehead with his wings, and Yilin understood.
"Why didn't you use this way of cheating earlier?"
When Green finally showed off his skills in front of Yi Lin, Yi Lin was very angry.
"It's just a little trick, no big deal."
After the show, Green flew away again, flapping his little wings without taking away a single cloud.
Yi Lin ignored Green and sat on the lake, meditating.
But what he is doing now is not to accept Qi.
There is no such thing as "spiritual energy" in the hub, and the meridians cannot be filled no matter how much you inhale.
Therefore, what Yi Lin is doing now is not taking in, but spitting out.
He absorbed the spiritual energy into his meridians during the day and transferred it to his soul clone to store it before it dissipated.
The soul clone is a pure energy clone, and there is no such thing as a realm or bottleneck.
Because Yi Lin had the talent of [Heavenly Jealous Talent] in the beginning of the cycle, and it came with its own training debuff, it was difficult for her to achieve success in the serious practice of the Eight Classics, so now, Yi Lin can only rely on her understanding
I was so busy that I started to do some evil things.
To put it simply, as long as he slacks off, he will leak.
Just like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance, it will leak at any time.
After a while, he absorbed the gathered spiritual energy through his exercises and spit out almost all of it into his soul clone.
After getting all the spiritual energy out of her body, Yi Lin was satisfied.
"Now it won't be wasted."
Anyway, he usually uses the spiritual energy value in his body to use his skills. This is the foundation of an apostle.
Create a soul clone in the hub, maybe it can scare people at a critical moment.
…
"Xiaobai, Xiaohong, Xiaomei~"
The process of creating a "throne" and condensing a "soul clone" brings Yilin an experience like decorating a new home.
Little by little, drop by drop, create a perfect home.
He was in a very good mood, so he came to the two small windows and woke up Nie Hongxiu, Gayage Qinmei and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.
The three mother spirits are causing trouble in their spiritual abodes.
At first, when Yilin learned how to enter the hub, they still felt it was new and came to visit from time to time.
But as time went on, they felt it was boring, and they usually didn't come out even if they had nothing to do.
"Come on, help me rub it."
Yi Lin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits feel excited.
"Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my big sword."
Yi Lin suddenly felt that her last sentence might be misunderstood, so she quickly pointed at the rusty sword floating on the lake of the spiritual sea and smiled slightly:
"Try to wipe the dust off the sword."
…
Another night.
Yi Lin worked hard all night.
When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained that "like being shocked by electric shock" posture.
Ah, Jian Nanchun's stalemate lasted all night.
Monks are used to sitting in meditation and staying motionless all night, so it's not a big deal.
Yi Lin waved her hand in front of Jian Nanchun, and the shocked Brother Chun finally came to his senses.
Like a harried woman, he glanced at Yi Lin secretly, but stopped talking.
Yi Lin put out the bonfire, woke up the sleeping junior sister, and the three of them started on the road again.
"Can I sit on your skateboard!" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help pointing to Jian Nanchun's small flying sword and complained: "Brother Jian's sword is too sword! It hurts!"
Jian Nanchun was stunned again.
You said that Lin Yi has high demands and if you don't like it, forget it.
Unexpectedly, the new junior sister also disliked his flying sword and made her sit uncomfortably.
"Fine."
Yi Lin looked at Xia Xiaoman calmly and thought that this was also an opportunity to improve her junior sister's favorability.
If you increase your favorability level, you won't be able to do whatever you want at that time? Is it normal to borrow a [Human Emperor's Seal] or something?
So Yi Lin readily agreed.
No matter how funny the jet skateboard looks, it's still more comfortable to sit on than a flying sword.
But Yi Lin missed Xiaoqing's soft back, warm and warm, as if she were sitting on a duck feather pillow.
He regretted that he did not apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain when he went down the mountain.
…
The sunrise is red in the east.
After a night of heavy snowfall, silvery makeup was everywhere, shining in the morning light.
The familiar snow scene made Yi Lin feel nostalgic and couldn't help humming a song softly.
Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Lin, gently holding the corners of his senior brother's clothes with both hands.
If it weren't for the fact that Jian Nanchun's Feijian was really uncomfortable, she would never have made such a request with her old hatred towards Yi Lin.
Xia Xiaoman was now not only angry with Yi Lin, but also complained with Jian Nanchun.
Brother Jian, Brother Jian, why can’t you make the flying sword bigger?
Wouldn't it be nice to add two seats to make it look like a carriage?
Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.
The three of them headed west.
Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of the Daqing Dynasty, and the thirteen southern provinces were all under the jurisdiction of King Zhennan.
The Zhennan Palace is located in Jingnan City, the capital city of Wenyun Province.