Jin haozheng did not know where this feeling came from.
Although he was inexplicably unhappy with the ceremony, he began to show his love for this son. He also hid his dislike in his heart, and admitted that he did not show half of it.
If so, why should we be upset?
People who practice the truth have their own feelings about the days. Jin Hao is afraid not to take this premonition as a matter of fact. He keeps it in his heart and acts more carefully.
Fei Xuefeng, Wen Renli has lived here for several days.
He didn't think wrong. It was really quiet here. Zhaoming was not fond of many words. He was very free by himself.
But he found that the elder martial brother liked to stand alone on the top of the cliff and look into the distance.
It's like thinking and waiting for someone else.
One day he couldn't help asking.
A Zhao: "it's just
Because this place is the most suitable place for the whole flying snow peak after systematic calculation.
Just imagine, the cliff top wind is strong, roll up his clothes and arrange his ink hair, plus his natural and human appearance.
It's a first-class immortal!
Of course, this idea can only be thought of in the heart.
In the face of the naive and simple younger martial brother, a Zhao was indifferent: "when you are at the top of this cliff and look around the lofty mountains, you can know that you are small, so you can reflect on yourself."
He nodded at the ceremony and said that Zhaoming Daojun was really Zhaoming Daojun. He didn't know how far he left other friars.
He thought about it and took out a book.
A Zhao took a look and found that it was the basic method of Lingyun Xianzong.
This mental method is the same whether it is the external disciples, the inner disciples, or the personal disciples.
Hearing Renli's eyes wide open, a group of ignorant naive looking at a Zhao.
"Elder martial brother, I always don't know what it means to lead Qi into the body." He blinked his eyes and told lies with his eyes open.
"Draw Qi into the body..." A Zhao took the book and pondered for a moment.
"Sit cross legged, five hearts to the sky, concentrate on the spirit of heaven and earth..." A Zhao read the text in a low voice.
I found that the voice of Zhaoming Daojun was very good.
He is always expressionless in front of outsiders. Because of the sword cultivation, his tone often carries the spirit of killing and cutting, which is frightening and frightening, so others naturally have no time to care about others.
But now, he lowered his voice and recited the most basic mental method in a low voice. Without the cold, the tone was like the collision of gold and jade, clear and crisp, moving.
A Zhao read that mental method again, and checked the memory of this body, but he found that
Zhaoming really has no experience.
Because at that time, she drew air into her body, that is, she closed her eyes and breathed. It was as natural as eating and drinking water, and she was not even ready to act.
Why can't I sense it?
I don't know!
Ah Zhao couldn't think of it, so she frowned slightly.
With her cool temperament, she seemed angry.
If someone else sees her like this, I'm afraid I'll be scared. I'll think if I've offended my elder martial brother.
However, Wen Renli has been with her for so many days, and has found that this elder martial brother is not as cold and arrogant as it seems.
It's true to be reticent, but it's true to be indifferent.
It's not easy to get close to, but it's fake.
Or, he is really different to himself.
At least, he had a complete insight into his gentle mind under his cold and hard appearance.