Immortal Creation

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "It's not appropriate. Now many people know that I have these needs. If these cultivation treasures are stolen, they will be the first to suspect me."

Sun Lingtong shrugged: "Then I will just take their storage in one go, isn't that enough?"

Ning Zhuo sighed deeply: "Stealing under the nose of a Yuanying-level cultivator is really risky."

"But if there is really no other way, this is the only way."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Boss, please protect me."

Sun Lingtong nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Zhuo, go and comprehend, I'm watching you."

Ning Zhuo took a few steps forward and came to the Lingyin Willow.

Lingyin Willow seemed to sense Ning Zhuo and brushed Ning Zhuo's face with willow branches again.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, feeling the welcome of Lingyin Willow: "Willow, willow, have you missed me after not seeing me for a few days?"

"This time I need your help to help me taste the bitter water."

"I will become stronger so that I can give you a better environment."

Sun Lingtong chuckled: "Brother, you are also quite funny. What are you talking about with a willow tree? Hurry up and drink some water."

Ning Zhuo turned around and looked at Sun Lingtong: "Boss, I felt very kind when I saw this willow tree for the first time. I would communicate with it unconsciously."

"Maybe it's because I practiced the cremation Prajna Sutra, and I feel that everything has spirituality. Things like Lingyin Willow can enlighten our wisdom, and their spirituality should be even greater."

"It's just that it has no mouth or nose, so it can't speak or gesture."

"To be honest, every time I talk to it like this, my mood will calm down involuntarily."

Sun Lingtong shrugged: "That's not bad, it's your personal method to adjust your state of comprehension."

Ning Zhuo stopped talking, took out the cushion, and sat down cross-legged.

He took out the small jade bottle again, which contained a little bitter water.

Ning Zhuo adjusted his breath for a moment and adjusted his state completely. His heart was calm, his mind was clear.

Ning Zhuo uncorked the bottle and slowly poured the bitter water into his mouth.

As soon as the bitter water entered his mouth, Ning Zhuo felt bitter and indescribable!

This bitterness was not limited to the taste, but also hit the depths of the soul. The throat was burning, and the soul was making unbearable wails.

As the bitter water slid into his throat, it seemed to turn into a cold current and spread rapidly in his body. Ning Zhuo felt a chill that quickly spread from his stomach to his limbs, bringing him a chill and tremor he had never experienced before.

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

All kinds of sins began to emerge in his mind, the people he had hurt and owed, and the various mistakes he had made.

The three ghosts of the Huang family, Ning Zhanji, Ning Ji, Ning Ze, Ning Xiaohui, Zhu Xuanji, Meng Chong, Black Wind Tiger Demon, Deputy Mountain Fox God, Lin Shanshan...

The memory was so clear, every detail was vivid, making him unable to avoid or escape.

He began to hear whispers and crying in his ears, which were the voices he had ignored, and the regret and guilt in his heart.

An invisible pressure enveloped his whole body, as if countless hands were pulling his heart, dragging him into the abyss of endless sin.

After seeing Ning Zhuo drink the bitter water, Sun Lingtong's face was distorted, his expression was extremely painful, and tears quickly flowed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

Sun Lingtong gritted his teeth and dared only call out in his heart: "Xiao Zhuo!"

He was very worried and clenched his fists, but he could only worry and could do nothing to help.

But the next moment, he heard Ning Zhuo snort coldly.

Under the Lingyin Willow, the young man in white had a cold expression on his face. The pain and distortion before seemed to be killed by the ice.

Ning Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely firm.

He sneered in his heart: "Everything in the world is naturally competing and fighting! The way of cultivation seems broad, and the hundreds of arts of cultivation seem numerous, but in fact there is only one way."

"That is the way to win!"

"Whether it is the right way, the evil way, or the devil way, you must talk about strength first. Only when you are strong enough will someone be kind to me and talk to me about rules and principles in a friendly manner."

"If I were strong enough, I would have been able to wake up my mother in Huoshi Mountain long ago, so why do I have to run around now?"

"Only strengthening strength is the premise and foundation. How can a little bitter water shake my determination!"

"Only by moving forward, not being particular about trivial matters, and constantly striving for victory, is my way to achieve success!"

People are different.

In the face of suffering and poverty, everyone's feelings, choices, and performances are also different.

Some people will draw strength from the bitter cold and difficulties and continue to strengthen their own strength. They will never waver in their determination and believe that everything is just a temporary difficulty. As long as they make up their minds, the biggest problem is just a test in life.

Although Ning Zhuo is only a sixteen-year-old boy, his growth experience is extremely depressing. He was criticized and treated badly, he needed to disguise himself all the time, he had to endure his mother's distance, he had to endure the test under the guidance of Sun Lingtong, and he had to think hard to figure out how to deal with opponents at the Jindan and Yuanying levels.

And he himself is only in the Qi Refining Stage!

Bitter Cold Sutra...

Han Zhou clearly stated that this is a scripture that draws strength from the bitter cold to strengthen oneself and ultimately achieve self-salvation.

Hasn't Ning Zhuo been saving himself for sixteen years?

Han Zhou is quite right in one thing-Ning Zhuo fits the true meaning of the Bitter Cold Sutra very well.

The protection of my Buddha Heart Demon Seal is only superficial. Ning Zhuo's true character is like this!

No matter how poor and humble I am, no matter how strong the external enemies are, it is difficult to suppress my ambition and urge my will.

Just regard all this as a whetstone and a quagmire where a latent dragon is waiting to rise.

The sharpness of a sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!

The so-called bitter cold is just a gift from life.

And this bitter water, if you taste it carefully, seems to have a little sweetness.

Ning Zhuo not only stabilized his mood, but also used it to further temper his will.

The true meaning contained in the bitter water, like a rolling river, flows in his heart.

Frost Fist, Old Cold Leg, Suffering Body, Selling Hard Labor, Pouring Bitter Water... All kinds of martial arts were learned by Ning Zhuo, and he quickly grasped the essence.

Once the essence is mastered, he will apply it to himself naturally, without any obstacles!

When Ning Zhuo stood up after his comprehension, Sun Lingtong immediately stepped forward and asked about the situation.

Ning Zhuo's eyes were shining, and his mind had changed. He looked brand new and energetic: "Boss, I'm fine now."

He turned around and looked at Lingyin Willow.

On Lingyin Willow, only half of the willow branches showed signs of withering.

The difficulty of bitter water is not in understanding, but in how to bear the spiritual questioning and impact, how to stabilize the mind, and soothe all negative emotions.

Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo and said in surprise: "I also feel that you seem to have changed a little."

"How does bitter water taste?"

Ning Zhuo was about to answer, but Sun Lingtong immediately stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't say it, I'll try it myself. Hehehe!"

"I'm looking forward to it." Sun Lingtong rubbed his hands and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Boss, I'll protect you." Ning Zhuo left the futon and gave his position to Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong drank the bitter water and his face changed drastically.

"Boss, hold on!" Ning Zhuo cheered him up secretly.

Sun Lingtong did not disappoint him, and soon calmed down.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, with a look of disappointment: "Brother, this Hanzhou is not honest, he plotted against you!"

"These martial arts are based on the suffering body."

"Frost Fist, Old Cold Leg, etc., all require bitter cold air to radiate from the inside out. First hurt yourself, then deal with the enemy."

"The more the suffering body is hit, the stronger it will be. But you and I don't have bitter cold air, unless you specialize in the bitter cold sutra, you will have such mana and true qi."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "That's right."

" What I practiced with the Five Elements Qi Law is the Five Elements Mana. It is impossible to let the Five Elements Mana penetrate into the body and every joint. This will greatly damage my physical body. Although it can also increase the power of my fists and feet, it is very uneconomical. "

"But Boss, you seem to have forgotten that I practiced the three skills at the same time. The Five Elements Mana is only in the Qi Sea, and my Essence Sea is the blood and essence of the Demonic Blood Tendon Skill. "

Sun Lingtong slapped his head: "Haha, I forgot about this. Who told you to always use the Five Elements Mana against the enemy recently. "

Ning Zhuo smiled.

He has mastered the martial arts essence of the Bitter Cold Sutra and conceived various martial arts that are in line with the Demonic Blood Tendon Skill. He only needs to practice secretly and give others a surprise one day in the future.

Xiao Zhengfeng, martial arts field.

Ning Zhuo came as scheduled and met Han Zhou.

As soon as they met, Han Zhou asked if he had drunk the bitter water.

Ning Zhuo said that he had already drunk a sip and had some understanding, so he asked for his advice today.

Han Zhou was surprised and started to spar with Ning Zhuo.

Although Ning Zhuo did not show any martial arts, he had a better way to deal with Han Zhou's frost fist, old cold leg and even suffering body. He changed his previous embarrassment and became quite calm.

After the sparring, Han Zhou said in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, you already know a little about my various martial arts and have mastered them thoroughly. It seems that you have benefited a lot from drinking bitter water!"

Ning Zhuo smiled: "This is also thanks to my generosity and initiative to give it to me."

Han Zhou looked at Ning Zhuo's expression carefully and saw that his spirit was shining. He was more and more surprised. On the surface, he waved his hand and said: "You are qualified to use such things."

"Many cultivators, although they are very powerful and have high cultivation, are actually not worthy of using this bitter water."

"I am now convinced that fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo not only has extraordinary comprehension, but also has an amazingly firm mind."

Ning Zhuo said a few humble words and took out two pictures of enlightenment.

It was the Lingshuang Picture and the Aoxue Picture.

"Brother Hanzhou, you gave me the bitter water last time, I should repay you."

"These two enlightenment pictures come from my Ning family. They are two ice and snow magics. You can borrow them to comprehend them."

"I know a lot about the Bitter Cold Sutra. Using the bitter cold magic to activate the ice and snow magic is also quite effective."

Hanzhou was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand and slowly took the two pictures.