The snow became heavier and heavier, falling like goose feathers in the mountains and forests.
A crack appeared in the clouds in the sky, and some soft white light fell on Wudang, but it was not bright.
On the contrary, it made the snow even colder.
The first snowflakes that fell to the ground melted and seeped into the soil, nourishing the plants.
He warmed the remaining half of the pot of wine and buried three sweet potatoes in the bonfire.
Lin Xuan had been an orphan for a period of time and had also done begging work. At that time, eating two roasted sweet potatoes to fill his stomach was already a delicacy.
He had been eating a lot of fish and meat in Wudang these few years. Sometimes, he would roast some sweet potatoes to eat.
When the temperature of the wine was good, there was a thin layer of snow outside. Looking out, under the weak moonlight, it was white.
A mouthful of warm wine entered his stomach, turning into a warm current in his stomach. His blood flowed smoothly, and his body was hot.
Stepping into the snowstorm, the cold wind blew against his face, causing his cloak to rustle and the green bamboo to sway.
He reached out his right hand and activated his Genuine Qi. The sword on the stone table vibrated, and in a flash, a cold light came out of its sheath and rushed toward him.
He opened his fingers and grabbed the cold light. The sword trembled slightly and he started with the move Qi Shaking Mountains and Rivers.
The long sword pierced through the snow and swept up the cold light. A pure Yang sword technique was displayed in his hand.
The sword followed his heart, and he became one with the sword. Wherever his mind went, the sword tip would arrive. It was in coordination with Wudang's Cloud Ladder.
As it moved, it was like a ghost, up and down, left and right, even the most agile spirit ape would feel ashamed.
The sword Qi was unhindered and cold light flashed. The long sword was invisible. The Genuine Qi in his Dantian was raised. He stepped on the snow and flew two to three feet high. The long sword slashed horizontally, and the invisible edge tore the snow in front of him from the middle.
When the sword qi dissipated, the snow fell again. There was only the cold wind left, but not a single drop of snow.
"Slash."
Lin Xuan spoke, and his words carried the law. The sword light was cold and elegant as it roared and left a deep crack on the green stone behind the small stone bridge, blocking the stream.
He released his fingers, and the sword flew out of his hand. It soared into the sky and hid under the wind and snow.
The young Taoist priest's long robe fluttered as he took a step forward and crossed three to five feet. His feet did not land on the ground as he formed a palm print with his right hand. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were filled with divine lightning.
Pure Yang Genuine Qi was injected into the palm print and silently landed on the towering ancient tree.
No sound was made, and the tree trunk did not shake. Lin Xuan floated to the ground and extended his right hand to firmly hold the sword that fell from the sky.
He looked somewhere in the snow and said in a deep voice,"Haven't you seen enough after watching for so long?”
"Hehe, I didn't expect to be discovered.”
Qing Ling's laughter came from all directions. Although there was wind and snow whistling, it was especially clear in Lin Xuan's ears.
"Little Daoist, your palm technique isn't that good either. You can't even shake the tree.”
"Hide your head and show your tail."
The young Taoist priest snorted coldly and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened his eyes and the sword in his hand shook. He turned around and raised his sword to slash into the darkness.
"Boom!"
The powerful sword Qi cut off the treetops and collapsed them. A figure stepped on the snow and flew with the wind, landing on the top of the pavilion.
"Little Daoist, how did you discover me?”
It was a young woman with a slender waist. She wore a white dress and her face was covered with a thin veil. Her feet were bare from the corner of the dress to her ankles. Her black hair draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with a bright light.
She stepped on the pavilion tiles, but Lin Xuan discovered that the girl's feet did not touch the tiles. There was a thin layer of true qi in the middle.
"What are you doing in Wudang Sect?”
Naturally, he recognized the girl's identity. If he was not mistaken, she should be the Yin Weed Sect Master, the number one expert of the Demon Sect, and the disciple of Empress Yin Zhu Yuyan.
"You recognize me?"
The girl was surprised.
"Of course I do."
Lin Xuan curled his lips.”
She was surprised. She had always been cultivating in the sect and rarely showed her face in the martial world.
Even many people from the fiend sects did not recognize him, but now, he was actually recognized by a young Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain.
However, Wan Wan wasn't angry. She only laughed and said,""Little Daoist is so shameless. You actually secretly miss this lady.
Aren't you afraid of breaking the rules and being punished by your master, Immortal Wang?”
"Of course, if you say that you like this lady, I will help you hide it. I might even give you a portrait of the instance dungeon lady to hide for you to relieve the pain of lovesickness.”
"I thought my skin was thick enough.”
Lin Xuan shook his head and sighed.”
"Little Daoist has a glib tongue."
The girl raised her eyebrows and a row of hidden weapons flew out from her sleeve, aiming at the young Taoist priest.
It tore through the wind and snow. The angle was extremely strange, sealing Lin Xuan's path of retreat.
"Little Doyle."
Lin Xuan shook his head and did not retreat. Instead, he took two steps forward and opened the sleeve of his left hand. True qi surged and injected into it. It was like a Taotie opening its mouth. He swept forward and opened his sleeve.
He kept all the hidden weapons into it and threw them forward, sending them flying back.
This was called giving him a taste of his own medicine.
The hidden weapon was wrapped in a fierce force. The girl stood on her bare feet and her body rose in the air. The hidden weapon hit the roof of the pavilion and shattered the tiles.
A fair palm reached out from the sleeve and pointed at the void. The wind and snow retreated. Her fingertips were like white jade and green onions. She formed a palm print and pressed it toward the young Taoist priest.
The palm print flew across the sky. There was a strong wind whistling and snow following it. The skirt flew as it crossed the void. Internal strength surged, seemingly illusory and real.
This palm was extremely exquisite, but Lin Xuan was not afraid. His long robe fluttered and rose with the wind. His right hand clenched his palm and activated the cotton palm to face the girl's palm print.
"Boom!"
The two completely different palm forces collided. Genuine Qi surged, and visible airwaves spread in all directions.
Like a sharp blade, it tore apart the snowstorm within a radius of more than ten feet, forming a vacuum.
The wind and snow above could not fall, and were blocked by an invisible wall of air.
When they exchanged palms, the girl didn't feel anything unusual at first because the young Taoist priest's palm technique was too ordinary.
There wasn't any wind from the palm, nor was there any energy. It was just an ordinary palm strike.
However, after half a breath, she only reacted when the surging palm force poured into her body.
It was impossible to avoid this palm strike. The only way was to take the palm strike and retreat. He landed on the ground more than 100 feet away and retreated several steps. Only then did he manage to dissipate the overbearing palm strike in his body and stabilize his body.
The palm of his right hand that hung in his sleeve was bright red and kept trembling.
The Qi and blood in her body surged. Her face under the veil turned white and red, and her chest heaved up and down.
(It's already the seventh watch. There's still the third watch today. Brothers, come and count the monthly votes and flowers.)
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