Immortal Creation

Xiaozheng Peak, martial arts arena.

Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou are sparring.

Han Zhou's fighting style is completely different from Lin Shanshan's. He is aggressive and aggressive, with the majority of his attacks and very few defensive moves, unless it involves his vital points.

Once Han Zhou launches an attack, his offensive will be endless, as if the cold wind and snow are spreading all over the sky.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and supported, and it seemed that he had fallen into the situation when he first sparred with Lin Shanshan - he could only defend and was unable to attack.

Han Zhou was surprised to see Ning Zhuo's full and tight defensive posture.

"How long has it been? Ning Zhuo has made such great progress in martial arts!"

His feelings are much deeper than those of ordinary people.

Because not long ago, it was he who took the initiative to challenge Ning Zhuo. In the battle, he and Ning Zhuo engaged in close combat.

In just a few rounds, Ning Zhuo's defensive position collapsed and was pursued by Han Zhou. If it weren't for the talisman to save the situation, Ning Zhuo would have been defeated by him long ago.

But now, Han Zhou has already launched his attack, and Ning Zhuo has not been unable to resist.

Although Ning Zhuo looks embarrassed, his defense is indeed tight, forcing Han Zhou to take another approach to try to break the deadlock.

"Be careful, I'm going to use martial arts." Han Zhou whispered and warned in advance.

The next moment, a layer of white frost covered the surface of his fists, and the air temperature dropped sharply.

Martial arts - frost fist.

Bitter cold air also emanated.

Ning Zhuo did not dare to resist, tapped his toes lightly, and his body was agile, constantly jumping back.

Han Zhou followed closely.

Ning Zhuo mainly dodged, and every dodge and move was smooth and unhurried, reflecting his solid basic skills.

Martial arts - old cold leg.

Han Zhou's leg strength was sharp, and it sent out a whistling cold wind.

Ning Zhuo tried his best to defend, but was at an absolute disadvantage.

Ning Zhuo revealed a flaw.

Han Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up, and he seized the opportunity and exerted his strength suddenly, punching Ning Zhuo in the face with a biting cold air.

Ning Zhuo's eyes condensed, and he stepped lightly, trying to dodge sideways.

He avoided most of it, but was still hit on the shoulder by Han Zhou.

Ning Zhuo staggered back, and his defensive posture finally collapsed at this moment.

Han Zhou withdrew his hand, stood still, and stopped attacking.

"Awesome, awesome!" Ning Zhuo covered his shoulder, the pain of being hit was only secondary, he was in a very happy mood, and sincerely praised Han Zhou.

Ning Zhuo had practiced with Lin Shanshan before, and the effect gradually decreased, and he felt less and less about martial arts and fighting.

But now, he changed someone to spar with, and his previous state returned. Although this sparring was not long, Ning Zhuo gained a lot, and there were many feelings that needed to be reviewed immediately, remembered, and actively absorbed.

"Brother Han Zhou, it's really right to spar with you. I learned a lot, thank you! Thank you!" Ning Zhuo sincerely thanked.

Han Zhou's eyes flashed. He had other purposes. The more times and the longer Ning Zhuo sparred with him, the easier it would be for Ning Zhuo to be converted.

After all, the foundation-building stage is not the golden elixir stage, and the cultivation method can still be changed!

Han Zhou thought about it and said that Ning Zhuo had made great progress, which gave him a completely different feeling from the previous battle.

"But you lack relevant martial arts, otherwise, you can compete with my frost fist and old cold leg."

"Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, the cultivation method you practice focuses on the sea of ​​qi, which is a big disadvantage in close combat."

"I suggest you practice some martial arts. Although some martial arts are only techniques, not cultivation methods, they can also mobilize and make good use of your physique and energy."

Ning Zhuo said, "I don't know if Brother Han Zhou has any good suggestions. I'm all ears!"

Han Zhou immediately said, "If fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo doesn't mind, I'm willing to teach you frost fist and old cold leg. Frozen Fist, Old Cold Leg and other martial arts. "

Ning Zhuo immediately frowned: "Is this appropriate?"

"Appropriate, it's absolutely appropriate!" Han Zhou laughed in his heart, "After learning these martial arts, you will be more inclined to specialize in the bitter cold method. If I can finally convert you, wouldn't it be a great good?"

On the surface, Han Zhou said: "Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, you can understand the true meaning of bitter cold, which shows that you have a natural affinity with the bitter cold scripture. This is fate."

"You and I are acquainted without fighting. Teaching a little martial arts is not the foundation of the method, so it's nothing. . "

"In fact, even the Bitter Cold Sutra can be taught. Back then, I was just a beggar, and I was taught the scriptures by others in a broken temple in the snow, and led to the path of cultivation."

"I teach you related martial arts, just as others taught me the entire Bitter Cold Sutra. It is good deeds that bring good results."

Ning Zhuo understood and said: "Hearing your words, it confirms some of my guesses. The Bitter Cold Sutra is indeed a Buddhist scripture, right?"

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "That's right."

" However, please do not spread it lightly, fellow Taoist Ning Zhuo, or you may reveal my background. "

"The Bitter Cold Sutra comes from the Hinayana Buddhism, which emphasizes self-salvation. As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is endless. Only by experiencing the bitter cold can one cultivate a precious body and will for cultivation."

"The Bitter Cold Sutra transforms all kinds of suffering and poverty in a person's life into the resources for cultivation!"

Ning Zhuo nodded: "In that case, please teach me the relevant martial arts, Brother Hanzhou."

Hanzhou smiled slightly: "I have a method that can help fellow Taoists quickly."

Ning Zhuo showed a strange look on his face and asked immediately.

Hanzhou took out a small bowl from his storage belt, and the bowl was 80% water.

"Back then, the master taught me the Bitter Cold Sutra, and he used this thing. "

"This bowl of water is made of bitter water, and contains many true meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo only needs to take a sip to instantly understand and thoroughly master all the related martial arts."

"It is difficult for ordinary people to use this method. This is because this bowl of bitter water is extremely difficult to drink, and the extreme bitterness can even make people fall into extreme depression, feel that life and the world are gray, and commit suicide on their own initiative."

"But I see that Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo can understand some of the mysteries of the Bitter Cold Sutra by fighting against the bitter cold air with me. Obviously, he has a high level of understanding and is naturally close to this Buddhist scripture."

"Fellow Daoist, why not give it a try?"

Ning Zhuo looked at the water in the bowl and saw that it was a deep black-blue color, with a faint cold light flashing on the surface.

Standing relatively close, Ning Zhuo could clearly sense that this bowl of water exuded a biting coldness, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

"Bitter water, I have heard of it a long time ago. This is a treasure of water sin." Ning Zhuo exclaimed.

In the Fire Persimmon Immortal City, he saw the Supreme Goodness is Like Water, which is a treasure of water-based merit.

Now he saw the Bitter Water, which is in opposition to the Supreme Goodness is Like Water and is a treasure of sin.

The existence of the Bitter Water itself is a symbol of sin. It is said that it is condensed from countless tears of pain and regret.

Those who hold or come into contact with the Bitter Water will be forced to face the deepest faults, grievances, bitterness, pain, etc. in their hearts. If held for a long time, the bitter water will gradually erode the spirit, causing the practitioner to gradually fall into endless pain and regret.

When this erosion reaches a certain level, the monk will have auditory hallucinations, and will constantly hear whispers and crying in his ears, and these voices are complaining to him.

This is definitely a huge torture.

Ning Zhuo showed a cautious look.

Han Zhou comforted him, "Fellow Daoist, don't worry too much. This bitter water has been refined. With my supervision, you can understand part of the true meaning of the Bitter Cold Sutra and instantly understand the seven martial arts."

"Of course, this also has a prerequisite."

"The prerequisite is that you need to fight against the bitterness and gain some insights from it, rather than letting the bitterness affect your emotions, so that your heart is overwhelmed by the bitterness and you indulge in all kinds of negative emotions and cannot extricate yourself."

"If this is the case, let alone understanding any martial arts, even if you want to return to normal, it will cost a huge price."

"The risk is very high."

Ning Zhuo just thought about it for a while, then smiled: "Brother Han Zhou is so frank, I believe you! It's okay to give it a try."

"However, the martial arts arena is not a suitable place."

"Can I take some of this bitter water away?"

Han Zhou nodded: "Of course."

He immediately took action, poured out a small bottle, and handed it to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou said goodbye and returned to the cave.

He and Sun Lingtong carefully checked first to confirm that the bitter water had indeed been refined and no longer posed a huge threat.

Ning Zhuo asked Sun Lingtong to look after him so that he could taste the bitter water.

Sun Lingtong was very interested and told Ning Zhuo that he had never tasted it since he was a child, so he should remember to leave some for him so that he could also taste it.

The two entered the spiritual plant cabin together.

In the spiritual plant cabin, the dark yellow soil had already shown obvious signs of becoming lighter than before.

Although it was only a shallow layer, in fact, because the formation folded the space, the thickness of the soil was much greater than what the naked eye could see.

In the center of the cabin, a spiritual willow stood upright.

The crisp and pleasant sound was surrounding, the spring breeze was blowing slowly, and the branches of the spiritual willow were swaying in the wind.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both looked at the spiritual willow and observed carefully. The former frowned slightly, while the latter showed a look of joy.

Sun Lingtong said: "Brother, look, these dry willow branches have shown signs of improvement. They seemed to be completely dehydrated before, but now they are a little fuller."

Ning Zhuo sighed: "It seems that the consumption of Lingyin Willow is much greater than I thought."

"We have tried our best to prepare the best treasures that can be used at present, but the recovery speed of Lingyin Willow is not ideal."

Ning Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the soil near the roots of the Lingyin Willow. He emitted his spiritual consciousness and penetrated into the land. He saw that the five-color divine sand and three treasures spiritual soil that had been spread before were almost consumed, leaving only a small amount of residue, less than 10% of the original total amount.

Before, the Xinghe Spiritual Liquid was poured in advance, and the soil was moist. Now the soil is dry and the spiritual liquid has been consumed!

Ning Zhuo immediately decided: "It seems that this Lingyin Willow is not easy to maintain. We have to continue to invest in it to maintain its vitality."

Sun Lingtong also frowned: "It may be difficult to do it by formal means. Lin Shanshan is the jewel in the crown of the Yuanying Sect Master, but she was put in solitary confinement because of this incident."

"But I believe that there are definitely more spiritual soil and divine sand in the Wanyao Sect, otherwise..."