Chapter 1099

Yuntianhe lost his parents when he was young and lost his mother when he was young. He was lonely and carefree in the world. He practiced sword theory on qingluan peak all day.

Watching the sword is like a man, learning the sword is like writing. Yuntianhe inherited the divine sword and expressed the meaning of the sword with his heart, which is the same as that of literati and poets chanting poems and expressing their thoughts freely.

Although he doesn't know a few big words, it must be black in his eyes to let him really write poetry. Moreover, he is dull and careless by nature. Without the quiet and sensitive state of mind of a poet, he must not be suitable for writing. But let's say that we are born with useful materials. Yuntianhe is illiterate, but he is quite spiritual about sword skills and martial arts. He expresses his feelings with a sword and often enjoys himself.

In addition to practicing sword, he also needs to worry about his livelihood. Living in the mountains, eating, clothing, everything needs to worry about yourself. When Yunfu was alive, he occasionally went out to buy and brought back the world's scenery, such as dyed cloth, slaughtered cattle ear sharp knives, flat knives for cutting vegetables, pots and pans and other sundries, but these things are always corrupt and rusty. If yuntianhe wants to live freely, he has to work hard.

The problem of eating and drinking like a head needs to be solved urgently. Yun Tianhe likes meat. With his rapid martial arts and sword skills, the wild animals on the great qingluan peak can no longer hurt him and let him be slaughtered. The boy took out "this is a sword" and used it as an exciting arrow to match the wooden bow left by father Yun for hunting. With the sharp edge of this fairy sword, ordinary creatures can't hold two swords. Only a clear rainbow shoots out, they pierce the fat mountain pig back and forth, lie down on the ground and break their breath.

This bastard loves the sword, but he doesn't care about it. He uses it to hunt and kill, cut meat and vegetables, and even do chores such as logging, haircutting, digging pits and digging the ground. He is pitiful to the fairy like the beauty of the moon, which is stained with a lot of dust for nothing. It is a swordsman's nature to love the sword, but how to use the sword is a personal habit.

In ancient times, the book of rites said: meat eaters are brave and defend. Yuntianhe eats meat all day at a young age, and no one controls it. He eats himself fat in less than a month. Fortunately, in this month, he was also afraid of eating, so he ate wild vegetables for a period of time until the birds faded out of his mouth and ate meat again happily.

When summer is over and autumn comes, everything will have no vitality in autumn. Just like one evening, the fallen leaves on qingluan peak are yellow. Except for several pines and Berlin, the mountains are full of yellow color. Yuntianhe knows that spring ploughing and summer ploughing, autumn harvest and winter storage. Therefore, most of the wild catches are made into air dried and smoked bacon, which is reserved for winter.

He was young, grew fast, and his old clothes didn't fit. His father didn't teach him the craftsmanship of tailors. Instead, he practiced leather tanning with him several times. Now he is alone and slowly learns how to make clothes. Because of his successful martial arts, nimble hands and feet, fast movement and sufficient strength, he has a stronger spirit of work than ordinary people. He has done a simple pigskin jacket ten times and eight times without stopping. Gradually, he has a pattern, and then leather pants and boots. He has studied and understood everything.

Before winter came, the mountains were closed by heavy snow and hundreds of birds disappeared, yuntianhe finally added a suit of suitable winter clothes and stored enough food.

The mountain is high and the climate is cold. It is still late autumn. The qingluan peak has been deeply frosted. The winter of yuntianhe, and the many winters he will spend in the future, will be long and boring.

It can catch birds and insects in summer and autumn. In winter, everything is quiet, the mountains and forests are quiet, all the fallen leaves have fallen, and the branches are loaded with frost and snow. It looks like a forest of ice trees.

The pines and cypresses are cold and evergreen. Yuntianhe likes to walk in the pine forest in the early morning. The thick pine needles under his feet only make a gentle wiping sound. The tree crown is as dark as lead clouds. People walk in it for a long time and don't know where they are. He stumbled and paced in the woods as if drunk, and the unspeakable poetic feeling in his chest turned into a crisp sword chant.

So he danced his sword in the pine forest. There was a drizzle of snow in the sky, which fell on the forest land. The heavier the wind and snow, the darker the sky, but the brighter the forest. Yuntianhe held "this is a sword" in his hand. The red gold sword pill danced along with the sword, like an old ape climbing a branch and the pill sword flying, just like a white dragon day by day. This time, he was full of heart and spirit, and he was elated. He guided the flow of Qi around his body, and his limbs jumped vigorously and sweated profusely.

He was steaming hot air, which was forced by the snow fog and the cold of the sword tip. It turned into white smoke, like clouds and mist. Its quality was thick and dense, its color was bright and pure, and its light was bright and transparent, like a mass of jade paste in the air.

He kept dancing his sword here. The dense fog in the forest was pulled by his Qi machine, expanded and contracted, and gradually took shape. It was also a pine forest. The appearance became more and more real, and the details became more and more complex. At the subtle place, the branches and leaves of each tree in this aerosol pine forest matched each other. Pine forest Qingyun puffed out three mu, slowly rose and hung in the air, and the falling snow in the sky could stop at the top of the cloud. It turns out that there are tens of thousands of subtle Qi machines in this cloud. It is made of the divine sword learned by yuntianhe and rubbing this natural pine forest. There is a vigorous sword in each pine needle, so it can carry snow.

This is the unparalleled divine sword. It has a lofty intention and reaches the great pure sun. Therefore, it can carry 3000 Qi without leakage. Such skills are like towering giant trees, which are beyond yuntianhe's own ability.

What he thought and thought was the meaning of the sword. When he felt the feeling of visiting the pine forest in snowy days, he expressed his heart through the heart seal sword machine. Although the subtlety is the power of the heart seal, his insight is also indispensable. Over the past five months, he kept practicing the sword every day, thought and worshipped in thousands of ways, and finally produced a crisp bud on the branch of kendo. Originally, he just had to wait for the opportunity to bear a fruit. This sword dance in the snowy sky is in the right place. This bud ripens quickly and produces a green fruit, which is the first sword technique he learned from yuntianhe.

This sword has pine as its ridge, needle as its blade, snow as its handle and cloud as its boring. It has a clear and handsome path and high momentum. It is a unique skill of the founding school. For yuntianhe, it is just a trick after fun. His sword dance consumed a lot of energy. The meat he ate in the summer grew a lot of fat. Now it is used to worship the circulation of essence in his body. Therefore, his body became very thin. Gradually, he was short of strength, panting and distracted, so he withdrew his sword and stood up. When he was surprised, the temperature in the pine forest was like spring, and the cloud on his head had not dispersed for a long time. It was blown by the sky wind and drifted East and West. Yuntianhe didn't care about it. It was just fun to look at it. This cloud flows with the mountain air flow at night, down the slope, and falls into a human settlement at the foot of qingluan peak, which is called Taiping village. When the villagers get up early, they can only see the vast fog, their hands can't see their fingers, the voice is silent, the chickens and dogs don't hear it, and there are pine forests in the fog, bright and bright, like jade carving. It was strange at that time. They all thought that immortals on the mountain showed their holiness.