Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The concept of age is important in this difficult situation, but not that important.

After all, if natural disasters and man-made disasters are not counted, as long as the cultivation is innate, unless the aging of the "heart" causes the decline of qi and blood, or the "fate" adds to the end of life, the natural lifespan of most innate people can make them live as long as they want. live.

Age is therefore linked to experience, which in turn is related to a person's mood.

Although older innate people do not necessarily have extensive knowledge, after all, they do not have the corresponding strength, and walking in the rivers and lakes is just a word of "death".

However, most of the well-informed innate people are not young, and even their strength is quite good. One counts as one, and they are all veterans.

In the old sword battle, Ji Wuxia lost to Huang Jian Guchen, to a large extent, because she was too "young" and her heart was not calm enough.

This aspect is not like combat experience, which can be quickly accumulated through continuous fighting with others. The safest way is to travel, watch and read more, and spend time.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that there are no quick fixes, it’s just that it’s not safe to take a slanted sword. For example, after experiencing several major failures in a row, you will be reborn if you come out. If you can’t get out, a lifetime of wasting is the best end.

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Holding hands, the two walked along the mountain path, slowly moving forward following a ray of fragrance.

A moment later, a plum grove came into view, the breeze blew past, the branches were blown off with a faint fragrance, and the plum blossoms rustled with the wind.

It's hard to look at the flashy beauty that invades the sky, but to smell the fragrance from afar.

The spring breeze is also full of love, so I pick up many branches and give it to you.

Ji Wuxia reached out to pick up a falling plum, and the faint fragrance quickly filled the palm, slipped from the gaps between the fingers, and dotted on the heart.

"Flawless."

A whisper in her ear interrupted her thoughts, and when she turned her head, she saw him smiling gently, with a soft tone:

"How about resting here for a few days?"

I don't know when it started, but he would always take her "into" various plum forests. The reason why he used "into" was because neither of them let their perception out, and they followed a scent every time. It came naturally.

At this moment, Yuantian suddenly saw the waterfall flowing backwards, a special image was brewing, and the water condensed into strings.

"There is no magic circle around, is it a land of masters?"

Without waiting for a doubt, the extremely fast stringed sound came, and there was a trace of disharmony and disorder in the pure and holy righteousness.

It was this dissonance that caused the quality of the piano sound to change suddenly. Suddenly, Ji Wuxia felt the real energy in his dantian rush back, passing through the divine tower, passing through the tanzhong, and wanted to reach Baihui.

"Peace."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang's body moved instantly, and his sword pointed to several important points around Ji Wuxia's body, helping her smooth out the disordered true energy.

Afterwards, Wanhe pine emerged out of the wind, and with his left arm as a support, he picked up the strings with his right index finger.

Zheng-!
Thousands of voices sing together, the situation is cleared, the mighty Confucian voice spreads, and the sinusoidal sound is blocked.

And at the source of the stringed sound in the far sky——

The red spring of ten thousand zhang falls, and the half-purple atmosphere is far away; the miscellaneous trees rush down, and heavy clouds are scattered.

He saw a handsome young man sitting cross-legged, with white hair in high bundles, and a lyre lying on his knees. His whole body was in disorder, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

A wave of mighty force rushes along with the sound of the piano, causing the waterfall to flow backwards, and the hands that pluck the strings become faster and faster, which is already a sign of madness.

At this moment, I only heard faint qin music coming from afar. I couldn't hear joy or sorrow. The melody was peaceful and soothing, ethereal and clear.

The sound of the gods is played, the Confucian music is passed on, the metaphysics is changed, and Zhang Wentian is heard.

At the same time as the Lingtai gradually returned to Qingming, a flexible and changeable cold air penetrated the skin and bones with the sound of the piano, penetrating into every hole, directly suppressing the rampant force.

In a short while, the youth's state returned to stability, and the visions around him also dissipated.

The rain was falling, and after the Lingtai was completely clear, the young man felt only a moment of fear.

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The faint qin music resounded, which also calmed Ji Wuxia's mind, and completely smoothed out the disordered true energy.

"Cough-cough-"

But what really wanted to pull her back was the series of violent coughing.

"Chongyang!" The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and she saw that the corner of Lin Chongyang's mouth was bleeding, and her whole body's Qi began to become disordered, which made her lose her mind quickly: "You..."

Since he was able to get out of bed and move around, his injuries have not recurred, let alone coughing up blood. If she hadn't known about his condition, she would have thought that he was completely healed now.

Unexpectedly, it was an accident today, causing the injury to recur.

"Cough—I'm fine."

However, mobilizing too much true energy at one time caused such a violent reaction to this body that was not well adapted to the environment of the world.

Seeing the panic in front of the person, Lin Chongyang's heart warmed up, and he let the blood drip and turn into pieces of fireworks, and quickly spoke out, intending to dispel the worries in her heart.

Then, with the help of Wanhe Songfeng leaning on the ground, he began to adjust his own state:
"Hu-hu-"

Taking deep breaths again and again, the disordered heart rate gradually returned to normal. After a while, with the recovery of the breathing rate, the whole body's Qi movement also converged.

Over the years, with the brand-new path being cleared by him, he was finally able to mobilize some of his true energy. Even so, Lin Chongyang was still not careless, and instead strictly controlled the consumption.

It was this key move that minimized his disagreement with the environment of the world.

Unexpectedly, today's accident would trigger such a violent reaction, making it even more difficult for him to breathe.

"I'm fine, and my injury hasn't worsened, it's just that the reaction has become more severe..."

Originally, if he just isolated the strings, nothing would happen to him.

But across thousands of miles, it is another difficulty to help people suppress the chaotic true energy and solve the state that is almost insane.

Before the comforting words were finished, she saw the beautiful woman approaching, and said softly:

"do not move."

At the same time as he spoke, he took out a brocade handkerchief and raised his hand to wipe away the bright red corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

The deep golden pupils once again met the elegant blue pupils. Although the pupils were not as dazzling as the sun and the moon, they were as quiet and crystal clear as the stars.

"Ah."

Hearing him emphasize it again with extra seriousness, Ji Wuxia frowned, put away the brocade handkerchief, and nodded.

She didn't know the details, but since he said it, so what if she believed it?
"Let's decorate it simply, there are guests coming."

Since it has been confirmed that there is no owner of this place, it is fine for the two of them to stay here for a few days, and...

Lin Chongyang already knew the identity of that person, so he had to say that he was quite surprised.

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Three quarters of an hour later, I saw the heaven and earth making strings, clouds turning into hands, and the heaven and earth singing together. Amidst the sound of the poem, a transcendent figure followed the sound.

"It means that the world is shocked by the waves, and I have been playing the zither for a hundred years, and my life will be wiped out; who dares to listen to a song that picks the strings, the head is held high, and there is no one in the country."

It is the contemporary leader of the Western Wulin, the creator of Fuxi's divine sound, Yu Qingjue.

When I was young, I picked up the heroes of the world, surrounded a hundred voices, swayed thousands of bandits, punished all evils, and remained silent.

Across the western martial arts for a hundred years, he is extremely radiant and vigorous, and has defeated thousands of miles.