Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"But now..." Han Yi looked at the surface of Huahu Lake in front of him.

The sun was warm, and the lake water was sparkling, reflecting the scenery on the shore. The lake water flowed slowly and powerfully, with only the sound of slightly agitated water.

He looked at the other side of the lake in the distance, and suddenly an interesting idea flashed through his mind.

An idea that just allowed him to adapt to the increased strength, and a little bit of evil taste.

Do it as soon as he said it.

Huh...

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air, and the cold Yin energy flowed throughout his body.

Bang! ! !

He stepped on his right foot suddenly, and the round stone under his feet turned into stone powder and exploded.

In a blink of an eye, Han Yi turned into a phantom and appeared in the middle of the lake.

Crackling...

A large amount of cold Yin energy spread from his feet, and the "extreme cold" characteristic was activated, quickly forming a small piece of ice on the water surface under his feet. At the moment he fell into the water, he lightly tapped his toes with the cold Yin energy.

The whole person was like a big bird again, rushing forward quickly.

After going back and forth several times, he jumped lightly and reached the other side of the lake.

Han Yi stood on the shore and looked back.

The ice on the lake surface of nearly 100 meters melted at this time, and there was a curl of white mist. The place where he left just now was already a little unclear.

"What is this called? Iron Palm Floating on Water? Or Crossing the River with a Reed?" Han Yi was in a good mood.

He could feel the coolness of the lake water, and the water droplets were isolated outside along the protective force, slowly dripping to the ground.

At this moment, he deeply realized the real wonderful feeling brought by the fourth level of real kung fu.

This is a kind of power flowing inside the body, and the great power belongs to oneself.

"No wonder there is a rule in the academy that the fourth level of real kung fu must be practiced within three years... Perhaps, only by stepping into the fourth level can you be considered a real real kung fu martial artist..."

He took another step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, stepped on the water surface with his feet, and quietly watched the water vapor splashing from the lake water.

Just like the so-called "walking on water" training in the ninja animations I watched in my previous life...

Now, he seems to be able to walk freely on the water...

As long as you control the frequency and amount of the output of cold Yin energy, you can stand steadily on the water without falling.

Han Yi stood on the lake like a child who had just got a new toy, constantly running against the current.

"Cold Yin energy, is this the real skill of the cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm? Good, good!" He smiled as he felt the strong wind coming from his ears.

He started from the border town of Anyan City and has been practicing martial arts for five years. He finally has a sense of pleasure that his destiny is in his own hands!

From being a mining disciple of the outer sect of the Chiyan Sect, being hunted and coerced, to the emergence of demons and monsters in the chaotic world, he was forced to leave Pingzhou, and then was chased to Yunzhou, Yuanmiao Sect, and now Jingtian Manor...

He experienced much more along the way than ordinary people or other martial artists.

The ups and downs of the past, all kinds of bitterness, hundreds of flavors, are hard to describe...

But now, Han Yi only has an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart. It's like a person who has been drifting on the sea for a long time, and suddenly sees the coastline in front of him.

That is the goal, the future, or hope...

"The sea laughs, the tides on both sides are surging, floating and sinking with the waves, only remember today..." A line of lyrics suddenly popped up in his mind.

Han Yi couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar from the heart.

"Huh? Junior Brother Han?" A crisp, surprised female voice sounded.

Han Yi looked over and was stunned.

The Huahu Riverbank is as smooth as a mirror, like a mirror with colorful gems on the edge. There are large tracts of golden trees around the shore, and there are about a hundred red flowers. The dark green grass leaves sway in the wind, and the beautiful sea of ​​flowers ripples, exuding a rich fragrance.

On the open space on the shore with trees and charming flowers, a piece of drawing paper was placed on a flat rock in front of Zhong Han, and beside it were many pigments such as cinnabar, ochre, lead powder, and graphite.

She held a paintbrush, wearing a white dress, with a beautiful and delicate appearance, a graceful and slender figure, and long black hair like satin, which fell to her shoulders. Especially her skin, which was really as white as cream and flawless.

"Senior sister." Han Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly came back to his senses. He exerted a little force on his toes, and the whole person flew into the air and landed gently next to Zhong Han.

"I have nothing to do, just painting to express my emotions..." Zhong Han smiled slightly and explained.

"I just passed by, didn't disturb you, did I?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhong Han picked up the brush and continued to paint.

The blue sky, the green lake, the golden fallen leaves...

Han Yi stood aside, watching her keep writing, and a picture of the autumn sunset by the lake slowly appeared in front of him.

He had just broken through the fourth level of true skill, and his anxious and excited mood also calmed down a little bit.

Han Yi stared at Zhong Han's paintings for a long time, feeling the cold Yin energy flowing slowly in his body, and suddenly understood the use of strength, or in other words, he had a deeper understanding of the true skill visualization diagram.

At the same time, he had a better understanding of the life of a martial artist like Zhong Han who had achieved great true skill.

The life of a martial artist is not just about fighting and killing, practicing and making money, there will also be moments of relaxation and soothing in leisure time.

Just like Tao Qingtang's wood carving, Zhong Han's painting skills, etc.

The way of civil and martial arts is to relax and relax.

Understanding the fierce training will only make the martial artist's mind dusty, depressed, and then go to extremes.

Even metal swords seem to be extremely hard and intact on the outside.

But if they are not maintained, they will inevitably gradually produce local permanent cumulative damage during the fight, and then completely collapse and break at a certain time.

This is the so-called metal fatigue.

The same is true for people.

"So, what is my way to relax...?" Han Yi's eyes flashed with confusion.

Zhong Han didn't know when, he had left alone.

Han Yi looked at the painting in front of him and fell into deep thought for a while.

Under the golden sunlight, the endless lake reflected the afterglow of the reflection, and there were large areas of blank space next to it.

He took out a pottery xun (xūn) from his arms. The whole body was yellow, made of clay, the size of a goose egg, with six holes on it, and the top was a mouthpiece.

This was a musical instrument left to him by Bai Sanren before. He kept it with him as a souvenir.

The pottery xun slowly moved to his mouth.

The sound of the xiao was clear and melodious, like the song of an oriole in a dense forest.

He was completely immersed in the sound of the xiao, and gradually began to relax, his mind and body, his qi and blood, his strength, his qi and blood... everything, all slowly relaxed...