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"This... Is that possible? "

"It's not easy." The old monk said slowly, "But as long as you can persevere, with time, you will definitely be able to do it. This is the same situation as when you were practicing martial arts for the first time. "

Bai Little Qiao nodded and said with boundless yearning on her face, "That is the so-called …"

"Subhuti!" The old monk continued, "Reaching that stage is proof that Subhuti has also stepped into the Buddhist realm. As long as you continue to persevere, don't read the scriptures, don't seek justice, don't enter the temple, and don't go out, so what? "

"Humph!" Bai Xiaoqiao said coldly, "I know. Old Master, you just don't want to accept me. If you don't want me to be a disciple, then so be it."

As she spoke, she felt an indescribable frustration in her heart. It was as if she had been wronged, so she stood up and walked outside.

Behind her, the old monk's drawl of the Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha — the girl, the Buddha is in the spring!", and the phrase "the Buddha is in the spring" made her pause again and turn around.

The old monk's eyes seemed to shine with an extraordinary light, filled with wisdom.

A man who has a Buddha in his heart, no matter when or where, will not and cannot act willfully, especially if he is angry.

The old monk's words were a reminder to her that she shouldn't be angry.

She was like an aggrieved child, unable to say anything. Finally, she turned around and kowtowed in front of the old monk and said, "Old Master, please have mercy on me …" She began to cry.

Monk Chu Yun let out a soft sigh.

"Foolish child, foolish child, grief comes from the heart …" This proves that your world is full of evil things, and this old monk will never force you to leave, let you decide for yourself. "There's a lot of time to come. You should stay at the Cloudmist Temple for now and talk about this later!"

As he spoke, the old monk's long eyebrows blinked, and he began to announce the name of the Buddha.

Deep in the night, snow fell, and the wind howled.

Wu Yuxue got off the bed. She felt a chill all over her body. She forgot to close the window before she went to bed. The wind was blowing heavily in the middle of the night. The sudden drop in temperature made her panic.

He put on his long robe and went to close the window. He only felt that the seven fingered snow mountains were really cold. At this moment, the water droplets had turned into ice. It was truly unbearable.

When he lit a lamp, he realized that this lamp was a completely new and ingenious one. It was an empty and nimble conch. Once it was lit, it was translucent, sparkling, and had a layer of mist to it. It was a tempting fantasy.

He remembered that on his first night here, his servant Bing'er had brought him this lamp, saying that it was a gift from the young lady and that she wanted him to keep it for her.

It turned out that the object came from the beautiful woman's spiritual creation, and was given to the lonely man because he was alone in his bed.

This affection was something that even a wooden figure should feel.

When Wu Yuxue lit the lamp, she seemed to see Miss Han's beautiful smile.

The thoughts of a beauty are so dexterous that it is thought that the object comes from the slender fingers of a beautiful woman, that it is always accompanied by her pillow, yet it is actually cut off and given away.

However, Wu Yuxue would rather be blind — blind to everything, deaf — blind to everything.

Sadly, he was neither blind nor deaf.

Thus, he had no choice but to be moved by everything that surrounded him. What could he possibly endure?

Arriving at the Seven Fingers Snow Mountain was already the fifth day.

What surprised him the most was that at the peak of this ice mountain, who could have such an aura? Was it from Mr Feng Qi's fantasy? Or was it the great idea of our ancestors?

In any case, this person's superhuman aura was already superior.

It was similar to the legendary Moon Freezing Palace. When the Tang Xuan Sect's Imperial Concubine Ye Meng ascended to the Immortal Realm, she would soar into the Moon in pairs to become "GuangHan". That "GuangHan Jade is a toad" was described as a world of jade and jade.

Wu Yuxue took a step inside and was placed within the quiet courtyard of Mingtai. She was like a flowing river with half a wall of earth and a plum tree facing the window. She looked into each other's eyes as if she was in paradise, not knowing what to do.

He originally thought that following the Feng father and daughter into the mountains this time wouldn't necessarily lead to a fatal disaster, but Bi Jing was like a hostage.

Since he had agreed to it, he would become the Sword Mountain and Sword Tree. He would never have thought that he would be placed in such a world. It seemed that he would be living in seclusion.

For the past five days, besides Bing'er, the master and daughter pair had not shown themselves at all.

It was impossible to tell what the other party was up to.

Wu Yuxue had already prepared for the worst. It was already unexpected that they would meet like this.

On the other hand, he was a man of good self-control and calmness. He had been sitting and practicing for the past five days, and he was quite free and unfettered.

For the past five days, he hadn't even stepped out of his house. Besides the red plum blossoming near the window, he felt a bit refreshing.

He was like an old monk sitting in seclusion. This calmness and skill of his was not easy to grasp.

How could he just let things be?

Tonight, the snowstorm was stimulating, causing Han Qian to wake up. Since she had already woken up, she might as well not sleep anymore.

The sword was on the record.

Every time he inadvertently gazed at this sword, he would give birth to too many emotions.

When his father had gifted him this family heirloom, the Green Mulberry Sword, he had given him many hopes that the rise and fall of the Swallow School would follow the gift of this sword and land heavily on his shoulders.

Time flew by. A few years had passed in a flash. The scene of his father giving him the sword was just like yesterday. He had sworn his vow and his wish, but it had yet to come to fruition.

Under the lantern, the treasured sword was like snow.

Every time he looked at it, he could not help but feel a surge of ambition.

Why did he have to endure tonight's emotions? He might as well just dance with the sword for once!

Their Yan Clan's strange technique, the Seventy-Two Hands Swallow Sword Art, was extremely profound. If one did not practice it personally, it would be difficult for outsiders to see through it.

Every time he thought about it, he would feel that it was different from the ordinary people.

Wu Yuxue took out the sword manual hidden in her brocade bag. After reading it for a while, she used her sword to enter the courtyard.

The snow continued to fall, and the wind continued to blow fiercely, causing only the sound of thousands of bamboo trees to sway. The accumulated snow on the bamboo trees continued to fall like ten thousand stars, dancing and dancing like shooting stars or flying shuttles, and all of this was mixed in with the wind and snow, giving off an extraordinary aura that could topple mountains and overturn the seas.

This scene reminded Wu Yu Xue of the time at the Qingcheng Mountain when her father taught her the 'Swallow Sword Skill'. It was very similar to tonight.

Tonight, he executed his movement technique, using the Green Mulberry Sword at the base of his wrist to block the falling snow. One could only see a dragon-like sword with the force of a thousand dragons slashing at the snow.

Suddenly, a snow eagle flew towards them. It swooped down with the speed of a shooting star.

Wu Yuxue was performing the thirty-sixth move, "One Sword Raises the Sky". It was the perfect time to observe the eagle's attack.

This sword cut through the snow, straight to the head of the eagle, should be foolproof.

The snow eagle was very nimble. Facing the sword attack, it somersaulted to the side and dodged the head but could not get out of the side. With a "crackling" sound, one of its right wing was cut off.

The injured eagle fell to the ground and pounced forward, leaving a trail of blood on the snow.

Wu Yu Xue was surprised by the sword's error. She heard the sigh from the person beside her, "Yanmen sword technique. It is indeed extraordinary. I have finally seen it for the first time."

This voice sounded very familiar, as if it came from the bamboo forest.

Wu Yuxue could hear Feng Qi's accent, but the other party had already appeared in front of him like a ghostly shadow.

The light robe and narrow sleeves were indescribably light and nimble. Only when he appeared before them did they clearly see that it was their resident owner, Mr. Feng Qi.

The fur of the snow-white Silver Fox light fur coat was properly trimmed after it had recovered its warmth. It appeared to be almost the same color as the snow; it was no wonder that he could not see it at first.

Wu Yuxue was slightly stunned for a moment before she put away her sword in alarm.

This set of 'Swallow Fly' sword technique was not something that could be used against the enemy. Normally, it was not easy to show off one's skills, not to mention that the opponent was one of the most outstanding people within the group. Wu Yuxue's boundless fear could be easily imagined. Mr. Feng Qi could obviously peek to the side until the opponent had completely practiced the sword technique to his full knowledge. If that was the case, then he would be able to see the entire panther technique.

"Senior, you've been here for a long time …"

"Well, for a while." He shook his head and smiled, saying, "I have no intention of watching you practice the sword technique, but this' Seventy-Two Hands Swallows Flying 'sword technique is not the first time it has ever been used by me. Back then when your father Yan Zhuoyun had displayed this sword technique, I had already done so, and it was extremely brilliant." Wu Yuxue seemed to notice that every time he talked about her father, Yan Zhuoyun, his expression was a bit unnatural. Perhaps there were some secrets that no one else knew, but since the other party had not said so, she shouldn't ask him about it.

"In other words, senior should be righteous."

In other words, he wanted to test whether or not Liu Ming really knew about this technique. He wanted to know more about it.

Feng Qi lightly smiled and said, "Take that 'One Sword Raises the Sky' move you executed just now. It is indeed quite imposing. Don't you think that the Snow Hawk's arrival was too coincidental?"

Wu Yuxue was shocked, "Oh? "So senior was the one who urged …"

Feng Qi nodded his head and smiled, "Although I am unable to fully understand the profoundness of your Yan Clan's sword technique, I have indeed put in some effort over the years. Just now, if you were able to chop off the eagle's head in the air, it would be considered a first-rate move. Falling Eagle Wings could only be considered as having the strength to hack them down. It was just mediocre. However, with your age, it's still quite good. "

Wu Yu Xue couldn't help but be shocked when she heard this.

One had to know that what Feng Qi said was the same tone as when his father had taught him the sword technique in the past.

He thought that this was the ultimate skill of the Yanyan Sect and would absolutely not be known by outsiders. However, he did not know that this Feng Qi was actually very knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

"Are you surprised?"

Feng Qi revealed a mysterious smile and said, "If I say that there are no longer any strange moves in this world that I don't know of, then this saying is a bit exaggerated. However, if I say that any sect's move, even the most mysterious move, as long as you look at it for me, will leave a deep impression in my heart that I will never forget. "In other words, it's not too much..." "This is how this set of sword-arts, Swallow, left its mark in my memories."

The truth was right in front of her eyes, she had no choice but to believe it.

"Come, lend me your sword." As he spoke, he extended his hand towards Wu Yuxue.

Wu Yuxue hesitated for a moment before handing over her sword.

Feng Qi took the sword and carefully read through it. Using his fingers, he bent the sword over the hilt and then flicked out his fingers. The sound was like a string of bells ringing, shaking out a silvery light.

He continued to praise her: "What a rare treasure sword — — Yu Xue. Do you think that the technique I used to lift the sky is similar to yours? "

The moment the words left his mouth, he brandished his sword. Yu Chuan flew through the leaves, only to see a streak of cold light akin to a python descending together as he retracted his sword's aura.

With a cold snort, he turned to Wu Yuxue and asked, "How is it?"

Wu Yuxue was stunned for a moment as she admired the sword art the man was using. It was the skill of a direct descendant of the Swallow School. It was unbelievable that someone else had used such a technique. This was one of them.

What surprised Wu Yuxue the most was that his skill was exquisite. It could be said to be unparalleled. There were thousands of leaves in the sky, but only one leaf was divided into two parts — that was the key to the mystery.

"I am truly impressed. If this sword move is used, even my father would not be able to match it."

Feng Qi snorted and said, "Your father …" He did not continue.

He then handed the sword back to her and she put it back into her sheath.

Feng Qi was staring straight at him with his bright eyes, as if he had something to say, but he kept it to himself.

"Come on, let's talk inside."

His body flickered as he leapt in.

Wu Yuxue followed him in and saw Mr. Feng Qi sitting upright in his seat, only looking directly at them.

Wu Yuxue felt as if he had something to say, but since the other party didn't want to say it, she didn't need to ask.

"Are you used to living here?"

He didn't think that there would be such gossip.

"Very good. It's just that I have nothing to do for a long time."

Feng Qi lightly smiled, but his expression didn't lose its seriousness.

"There's something you probably don't know. My daughter went down the mountain."

No wonder he didn't see her for days. He just couldn't say anything about it. He just looked at her and nodded once.

Wu Yuxue was only smiling. What a joke, how would I know if you didn't tell me?

It was obvious that he still could not get over Mr Feng Qi's measures to force himself to come to the mountain.

"I want her to go to the stone mountain at Huaiguan."

"Huh?"

This caused Wu Yuxue to be astonished.

On the stone mountain, there was only the Cloudburst Temple. The monk from the Cloudburst Temple was someone he was close to.

Why did mister Feng Qi send Miss Han to Stone Ridge? Could it be that he went looking for the bad luck of a monk?

If it was Feng Qi himself, the situation might have been different. If it was Miss Han, then she might not have been a match for the monk.

Thinking of this, he decided to stop thinking about it.

Feng Qi suddenly smiled and said in a secretive tone, "Are you good at talking?"