Vol 8 Chapter 66: Winter pine and cypress, Tianhe Wujian

Yuntianhe lost his father and lost his mother when he was young. He is lonely in the world and has no worries. He practices swordsmanship on Qingluan Peak all day long.
　　 The sword is like a person, and the sword is like writing. Yuntianhe inherited the divine sword, expressing the meaning of the sword with his heart, and opposing the poetry of the literati poems, expressing his heart, it is the same truth.
　　Although his kid doesn't know a few big characters, it must be a black eye for him to write poems and lyrics. Moreover, he is dull, careless by nature, and does not have the secluded mood of a lyricist, which is definitely not suitable for writing. But let's say that I am born to be useful. Yun Tianhe is uneducated, but he is quite spiritual in swordsmanship and martial arts, expresses his feelings with swords, and always enjoys himself.
　　 In addition to practicing swords, he also needs to worry about his livelihood. Living in the mountains, eating, drinking, and clothing, you have to worry about everything yourself. When Father Yun was alive, he would occasionally go out to buy and bring back the world's customs, such as dyed cloth, slaughtered bull's ear knives, kitchen knives, pots and pans and other sundries, but these things are always corrupt and rusty. At that time, Yun Tianhe had to work hard if he wanted to live comfortably.
　　 The trouble of eating and drinking like a head needs to be solved urgently. Yuntianhe loves to eat meat, and with his current martial arts swordsmanship that is advancing by leaps and bounds, the wild things on the huge Qingluan Peak can no longer hurt him any more and let him be slaughtered. This kid took out "This is a sword" as a stimulating arrow and matched it with the wooden bow left by Father Yun for hunting. With the sharp edge of this fairy sword, the ordinary creatures could be two swords, and only a clear rainbow shot out, then pierced the fat boar back and forth, fell on the ground twice, and died.
This loves the sword, but he does not hesitate to use it to hunt and slaughter, cut meat and vegetables, and even cut wood, haircut, dig pits and other chores and dirty work. Things, in vain, provoke a lot of dust. It is the nature of swordsman to love swords, but how to use swords is a personal habit.
　　 There is a saying in ancient times: Carnivores are brave and defend. Yun Tianhe eats meat all the time at a young age, and no one is in charge of it. Within a month, he eats himself into a mess. Fortunately, during this month, he was also a little scared to eat, so he ate wild vegetables for a while, until the bird faded from his mouth, and then happily eaten meat again.
　　 Summer is coming and autumn is coming, and everything in autumn will be full of vitality, just as one day at dusk, the leaves on Qingluan Peak are yellow, except for a few pines and Berlin, the mountains are full of yellow and clear colors. The so-called spring plowing in summer, autumn harvesting and winter storage, Yuntianhe knows this truth, so most of the wild catches that come in are made into air-dried, smoked bacon, which is reserved for winter.
try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 He is young, he grows fast, and his old clothes don’t fit anymore. His father didn’t teach him the craftsmanship of a tailor, but he was good at making leather and tanning leather. I took him a few drills, and now he is alone, slowly learning how to make clothes. Because of his martial arts success, swift hands and feet, quick movements, and ample energy, he has a stronger spirit of work than ordinary people. A simple pigskin jacket, repeated ten times, eight times, gradually. There are different patterns, and then leather pants and boots, all of them have been studied and understood.
　　 Before the winter came, the mountain was covered by heavy snow, and the birds were extinct, Yun Tianhe finally gave himself a set of winter clothes and stocked enough food.
　　The mountains are high and the climate is cold. The world is still in late autumn, and the frost on Qingluan Peak is deep. This winter in Yuntianhe, and the many winters he will spend in the future, will be long and boring.
　　 In summer and autumn, you can catch birds and insects. In winter, everything is silent, the mountains are quiet, the leaves that should fall are all gone, the branches are covered with frost and snow, and I look at the ice trees in a forest.
The pine and cypress are always green. Yuntianhe loves to walk in the pine forest early in the morning. The thick pine needles under his feet step on it with only a slight rubbing sound. The canopy is like a plume cloud, covered on all sides, and people walk in it for a long time without knowing the body. where. He was staggering in the woods as if drunk, and the unspeakable poetry in his chest turned into a crisp sword chant.
So he danced his sword in the pine forest. There was goose feather snow falling from the sky, and the drops fell on the woodland. The wind and snow became bigger and the sky was dim, but the forest became brighter and brighter. Yun Tianhe was holding "This is the sword" in his hand. The chijin sword pill flies and moves with the sword, like the old ape panzhi, the pill sword flies, and the white dragon is flying by the day. This time, he was full of heart and spirit, leading his body to circulate, his limbs leaping, and sweating profusely.
The heat steamed from his body, and the mist from the snowy sky, the cold from the tip of the sword, and the three intertwined, turning into white smoke billowing like clouds, its texture is heavy and dense, its color is pure and pure, its light is bright and transparent, as if A ball of jade pulp was empty.
Here he dances his sword continuously. The dense fog in the forest is drawn by his aura, expands and contracts, and gradually takes on its appearance. It is also a pine forest, with its appearance becoming more and more real, and the details becoming more and more complex, to the subtleties. In this aerosol pine forest, the texture of the branches and leaves on each tree does not match. The pine forest Qingyun swelled three acres in size, slowly rising, hanging in the air, and the falling snow in the sky could actually stop at the head of the cloud. It turns out that in this cloud of qi, there are tens of thousands of extremely subtle qi flowing around. It is the magical sword learned by Yuntianhe, made by rubbing this piece of natural pine forest, and every pine needle has a vigorous sword qi. To be able to carry falling snow.
try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 This is the sword of the world. It has a lofty intention and is as great as pure Yang~EbookFREE.me~ so it can contain three thousand Qi machines instead of leak. Such skill is like a towering giant tree, which is beyond Yuntianhe's own ability.
All his thoughts and thoughts are sword intent. Xuetian felt that when he visited the pine forest, he expressed his thoughts through the heart seal sword machine. Although the subtlety is the power of the heart seal, his insight is also impossible. be lacked. For five months, he has been practicing swords every day, thinking and enlightening all kinds of sacrifices, and finally gave birth to a crisp bud on the branch of Kendo. Originally, he only needed to wait for the opportunity to bear a fruit. This time the Snow Dance Sword is well equipped with the right time and place. This bud point quickly matures and bears a green fruit, but it is the first sword technique that Yun Tianhe obtained by self-realization.
This sword takes pine as its spine, needle as its blade, snow as its handle, and cloud as its boring. The sword has a clear path and a majestic attitude. It's a joke after having fun.
He spent a lot of energy in this round of sword dance. The meat that he ate in the summer had grown a lot of fat. Now it is used to worship the movement of the energy in the body. Therefore, his body shape is very fast and thin. Panting, his mind lost his mind, so he took his sword and stood up.
When he was shocked, the temperature between the pine forests was like spring, and the cloud of celebration above his head remained for a long time. It was blown by the sky and drifted from the east to the west. The Yuntianhe didn’t care about it. It was fun to look at. That's it. This cloud flowed with the mountain current at night, down the slope, and fell into a settlement called Taiping Village at the foot of Qingluan Peak.
　　The villagers woke up early, and saw the vast fog, the fingers were not visible, the voice was silent, the chickens and dogs were not heard, the pine forest was faintly in the fog, bright and clean, like a jade. People were amazed at the time, and they all thought that the immortals on the mountain were sacred.
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