Yu Yao walked up to him, leaned half of her body out of the railing, and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes. Her palms were as white as jade, making it hard to tell whether it was the light of skin or the light of snow. The corners of her mouth had a hint of With a slight relaxed smile, it seems that at this moment, forgetting all the worldly thoughts, thinking about nothing, quietly feeling the palms of your hands getting colder.
Snowflakes rushed towards her, whirling in her palms, getting faster and faster, turning into dense steam and dispersing into the vast dusk.
Wei Shiqi held her waist and looked at the snow side by side with her.
Yu Yao patted the snow beads off her hands and stared at the flying snow in the sky. The scattered jade and jade were swept by the wind, and she couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment. After a long time, she said to herself in a nightmare: "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, when the snow accumulates, the mountains and fields will be covered with white, and even the night will be like dusk. Winter is my favorite season all year round, and it doesn't matter if it's colder. , it’s best to hide in the house on a snowy day, listen to the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, drink tea, and read poetry... Oh, thinking about the past, now, it’s like a dream..."
It’s plain and simple. The few words he said fell into Wei Shiqi's ears, but they had a different taste.
"Guests are coming on a cold night, the bamboo stove is boiling. Your poem is very good. I like it very much. Let's read another one!"
Wei Shiqi smiled and said: " No more, only that one."
Yu Yao hugged his arm and begged softly: "Don't hide your secrets, it's rare for me to ask you!"
" That...writing poetry is like a woman giving birth to a child. She has to have it in her belly to be able to give birth to it, but there really isn’t one now. "
"What about the previous one?"
" To tell you the truth, I did not write that poem. When I was a kid, I went to the market to sell animal skins and bones. I met a down-and-out scholar whose luggage was stolen. My father took pity on him and asked me to give him two Steamed buns, he wrote this poem as a gift to me. It was made in exchange for two steamed buns..."
"Why do these words sound familiar?" Yu Yao heard him talking nonsense. , not angry either, looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness.
Wei Shiqi thought for a while and realized that he seemed to often use the poor scholar as an excuse. He looked at Yu Yao's expectant eyes, a little soft-hearted, and thought, just copy it, she can do it if she likes it. good. I thought about it for a while and read eight sentences to her: "The setting sun sets in the west, and I visit the lonely monk in the thatched cottage. Where are the fallen leaves? How many floors of Hanyun Road. I strike the chime alone in the early night, and lean on a vine. In the dust of the world, I Rather love and hate."
Yu Yao was silent for a long time and whispered: "Are you trying to persuade me to forget love and hate and live the rest of my life in peace?"
Wei Shiqi? Holding her in his arms, "It's just a poem, just listen to it, don't think too much."
"Is this... also a steamed bun in exchange for it?"
"This There were too many words to reply, and two steamed buns were not enough, so I spent four sesame seed cakes."
Yu Yao smiled and said to herself, "I just need to lean on your side. What will happen to this world will be with me. It has nothing to do with it..."
It snowed heavily all night, and the flowing stone peaks were covered with accumulations.Covered in snow, there are no traces of human life.
Early on the next morning, Wei Shiqi comforted Yu Yao, walked down the plank road alone, climbed the Guanri Cliff with Lao Feng and Qingming, and walked on the jingling iron cable bridge to Xiongzhi Cliff. superior.
Wei Shiqi has long heard that the disciples of the Sword Control Sect use the restraints to practice swordsmanship. The restraints at Xiongzhengya and Lumingya are arranged with unique ingenuity, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep, for the disciples. By tempering one's character and practicing flying swords, the Sword Controlling Sect's speed and changes in flying swords are slightly better than those of other sects.
The Qingming Festival led the two of them to a mountain col, and said: "The restrictions are endless, and you can practice your sword according to your needs. This restriction is called 'heavy water', and there is no danger." , you try it first."
Wei Shiqi remembered the situation when the Ku Taoist from Gouyan Sect broke into the Demon Suppression Tower with a blood-moon grass cutting sickle and was trapped by the Shuiyun Magic Array, and he felt something in his heart. Wary, I turned sideways and took a closer look. I saw in front of me only a white snow field, a few black pines, and three or five bluestones. I couldn't see the distribution of the restrictions at all.
Qingming urged: "It seems that you can't make a name for yourself. Have you ever seen someone learn to swim by staying on the shore?"
Wei Shiqi tentatively took half a step, and before his eyes Suddenly, the scenery was turbulent and distorted, like a stone thrown into water, and the reflection was washed away by ripples. Before he could distinguish it, the vitality of heaven and earth pushed forward layer by layer, pouring in from all directions, as thick as water. He felt his whole body sinking, and his joints crackled. , breathing is a little difficult.
"Try it, let's watch!" Qingming's voice suddenly sounded far and near, high and low, and sounded very strange.
Wei Shiqi pulled out the iron rod and raised it to the height of his eyebrows. When he let go, the iron rod fell to the ground quickly as if it was attracted by a magnet. He estimated the distance and time of landing, and after a little calculation, he estimated that under the "heavy water" restriction, it would be about three times the gravity.
He picked up the iron rod, and Gentu's true energy continued to flow out. He first waved it at will to activate his muscles and bones, and then practiced the "Crazy Demon Stick Technique" in a regular manner. Affected by the restriction, he was a little unaccustomed to it at first, so that On the third pass, the stick techniques are continuous and obscurity disappears.
Qingming folded his elbows and muttered: "I adapted pretty quickly..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Shiqi suddenly groaned, slightly bent his knees and raised his arms. Throw the iron rod high into the sky, turning into a black shadow, straight into the sky. After a moment, wait for it to fall rapidly, and then catch it steadily. Repeat this, throwing it higher and higher, treating the "heavy water" restriction as if it is nothing.
After playing for a while, Wei Shiqi became familiar with the nature of the iron rod and began to try to activate the magical power of the iron rod itself. The spirits in the three "virtual places" were condensed and formed under the nourishment of Gen Tu's true energy. The phantom of a six-winged double-eyed monster snake came out. He picked up the iron rod and smashed it on a large bluestone with a "bang" sound. With a loud noise, the bluestone burst into powder and flew in the wind.
Wei Shiqi knew it well. The moment he hit the bluestone, he did not spit out the Gen Tu True Essence. With the power of the iron rod itself, it was roughly the same as seven or eight layers of Gen Tu True Essence. One benefit made him quite satisfied.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then waved the iron rod.When the strange snake appeared again, it poured all its true energy into it, and a dazzling yellow light glowed around the shadow. The strange snake suddenly disappeared. The next moment, it appeared about ten feet away, burrowed into a thick black pine, and disappeared without a trace. .
With a loud noise, the black pine exploded in the middle, sawdust flew into the air, and the upper half fell to the ground, causing snow to fall all over the sky.
Qingming stepped forward to check the fracture, and saw that the trunk was twisted and deformed, and all the vitality had been destroyed by the true energy, leaving no cure.
Wei Shiqi put away the iron rod and walked out of the "heavy water" restriction, feeling lighter all over.
"How is it?"
Old Feng glanced at Qingming, frowned and said: "It's passable, not considered a success, not as good as a magic weapon, at most it's similar to a high-grade magic weapon." He is good at making weapons and speaks with certainty. Above the magic weapon is a magic weapon, and above the magic weapon is a spiritual treasure. There is only one word between the magic weapon and the magic weapon, but it is no different from the separation between heaven and man.
"As long as it applies, this iron rod is hard enough and can spit out true energy, similar to sword energy. For those who practice close combat, it has an additional method of surprise... Don't forget Yes, he was practicing under the 'heavy water' restriction!"
Old Feng was shocked and understood what Qingming meant. The "heavy water" restriction can greatly weaken the power of the flying sword magic weapon. In addition, the destructive power of the iron rod was probably much stronger. Thinking of this, he looked at Wei Qiyi with a strange look.
Is this guy still a sword cultivator?
Old Feng hesitated for a moment and felt that the Horcrux was of great importance and he must inform the master as soon as possible. He calmed down and asked Qingming: "I wonder if the master is free. I have something important to tell you."
p>Qingming said casually: "The master is still in seclusion and will not show up until the end of the year for the gambling game. If you have anything to tell me in advance, I will find a way to tell the master if necessary."
Old Feng has been at Flowing Stone Peak for many years and is well aware that Qingming has a special status and often gives orders on behalf of the leader. Now he told the whole process of smelting the Horcrux and asked Qingming to tell the leader to make a decision. Qingming listened without comment, but ordered him to keep silent and not to let outsiders hear.