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In the winter of the 25th year of Wanli, on the outskirts of Jiangxia County.

It was still dark and the morning mist had not yet dissipated. In the mist, a thin layer of frost formed on the fence of the farmyard, which sparkled in the dim light.

The old locust tree in the yard had bare branches that pointed straight up to the sky, with long icicles hanging from them. Under the tree, a layer of crisp ice formed on the bluestone water tank, and the ice surface was smooth and flat, with a few withered yellow locust leaves embedded in it.

“Ohhhh~~”

The crowing of a rooster outside the window broke the silence, and the door hinge creaked. Yi Huawei pushed open the elm door of the east wing and walked out, the white air he exhaled quickly condensed into fine beads on his beard.

He wore only a short gray cloth shirt, with a three-finger-wide indigo cloth belt tightly tied around his waist, which made his strong and sturdy waist particularly clear. His trouser legs were tucked into the buckskin boots.

"crunch-"

Taking a step, the soles of the deerskin boots stepped on the five-foot square of frosted ground under the old locust tree, leaving two shallow marks. If you look closely, you can find that the soil under the frost layer is three inches more compact than the soil next to it.

After Yi Huawei stood still, he pointed his left foot lightly and pushed his right palm flat, starting his daily Hunyuan Yi Qigong morning class.

This action seemed simple, like an old farmer pushing a millstone, but the thin ice on the water tank three meters away cracked with a "click", and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread. Then, his arms slowly turned like Tai Chi, and his cuffs were blown by the airflow. The icicles floating in the air hovered strangely three feet away from him, as if being pulled by invisible silk threads, and gradually gathered into a bowl-sized ice ball with his gestures. Suddenly, he turned his wrist and raised his arm, and the ice ball instantly exploded into crystal powder, reflecting colorful halos under the rising sun.

When he finished the exercise, his breath stretched out, even and long like a silkworm spinning silk, and the white air condensed in front of his chest without dispersing. The frost on the ground five feet in radius under his feet quickly melted into wet mud under the stimulation of his internal force, and the steaming water vapor was mixed with the fishy smell of mud.

As he exhaled and breathed, the white air sometimes formed into arrows and sometimes turned into mist, indicating that he had mastered the Hun Yuan Jin to the point of being able to follow his heart. The sweat on his forehead was evaporated by the heat in his body before it could slide down, leaving only a light layer of salt frost on his temples, which mixed with the morning frost and was difficult to distinguish between the two.

After practicing Hunyuan Qigong, Yi Huawei paused for a moment and then began to practice Dugu Nine Swords.

The sword was not unsheathed, but with a slight flick of the wrist, three sparrows attracted by the rainbow light had just swooped down to the branches of the locust tree when the icicles swept by the sword energy pierced their wings accurately and nailed them neatly to the haystack. The sparrows fluttered, but not a drop of blood shed, just because the sword energy accurately numbed their muscles. This control of power was amazing.

Suddenly, he turned around and stabbed at the clothesline. The frozen blue shirt on the hemp rope cracked with a "hiss" sound, and a muffled "thump" sound came from the earth wall behind. Looking closely, the sword energy actually penetrated the shirt and made a coin-sized pit in the rammed earth wall. The soil at the edge of the pit had been hardened by the powerful force.

When he sheathed the sword, the sword's spine brushed against the scabbard, making a crisp buzzing sound, startling the pheasants on the haystack and causing them to flutter and jump off the haystack. The grass scraps raised by the chicken's claws were firmly caught by his index and middle fingers of his left hand before they could hit the ground. He then shot them back into the ice surface of the water tank, just enough to complete the last stroke of the spider web crack. The action was done in one go, and it was extremely graceful.

"Brother Yue, drink it while it's hot!"

A clear voice came from the window of the west wing. A woman in a blue headscarf leaned out, holding a bowl of corn porridge steadily in both hands, with steam rising from the bowl.

This woman is Ren Yingying. Ten years have passed, but time doesn't seem to have left many marks on her. She is wearing a blue coarse cloth shirt, which is simple but clean. The collar and cuffs of the shirt are exquisitely patched, and the stitches are fine and even, which can be seen that they are carefully mended. A dark blue cloth skirt falls neatly to her feet, swaying slightly with her movements. A plain cloth belt is tied around her waist, which just outlines her slender waist.

Her face was still fair, her skin was delicate, her eyes were bright and lively, and her eyes were slightly upturned, revealing a sense of agility and intelligence. Her nose was small and straight, and below it was a rosy lip, and there was always a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, which made people feel warm.

Her hair was neatly tied behind her head with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. Even though she was wearing simple peasant clothes, her gentle and charming temperament could not be concealed in her every move.

Yi Huawei heard the voice, walked quickly to the window, and took the corn porridge. He looked up at Ren Yingying and smiled, "Yingying, thank you for your hard work."

Ren Yingying shook her head gently and smiled:
"You've worked hard in training, drink a bowl of hot porridge to warm yourself up first, the cake will be ready soon."

"it is good!"

Yi Huawei walked to the stone bench in the yard with the porridge and sat down slowly. He blew the hot air on the porridge and scooped a spoonful into his mouth. The temperature of the porridge was just right, the soft and glutinous rice grains mixed with the light rice fragrance slid down his throat and turned into a warm current spreading in his abdomen.

Ren Yingying held her chin with both hands, watching Yi Huawei gulp down the porridge, the corners of her mouth could not help but slightly raised, turned around and took out a thick cotton coat from the house, came to Yi Huawei and said: "It's cold in the morning, put on something."

As she spoke, she gently draped the cotton coat over his shoulders.

Yi Huawei put down the bowl of porridge in his hand, held Ren Yingying's hand, and said with a smile: "It's great to have you here."

Even though they were an old couple, Ren Yingying was still as shy as a young girl. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously looked towards the door. She gently pulled her hand back and said, "Drink the porridge quickly, it will get cold soon."

After finishing the porridge, Ren Yingying returned to the house with the bowl, and Yi Huawei began his usual work on the farm. Just as he was bending over to repair the chicken coop, the old locust tree suddenly creaked.

Yi Huawei raised his eyelids slightly and waved his hand, and a fallen leaf fell squarely into the hands of the brown-clothed boy who fell down from the roof.

"Master! Those people from the county martial arts school are trying to find out about you again..."

The young man panted and said, before he finished speaking, he found a locust leaf stuck in his hand. Looking closely, the veins of the locust leaf were ironed straight, which was the diagram of the Zixia magic skill.

"Give the leaf pattern to Blacksmith Wang."

Without even turning his head, Yi Huawei flicked his finger to shake off the frost on the sword tassel: "It's time for his Baji Spear to break through the bottleneck.

"Yes, Master!"

The boy responded and turned to leave.

Yi Huawei looked at the boy's back, thinking. He stood up and stretched. At this time, the sun had climbed over the top of the locust tree, casting warm sunshine.

The swordsman who was as stunning as a swan just now now looked like an ordinary farmer. Only his calloused hands revealed his extraordinaryness.

“Cluck, cluck…”

The hen's feathers suddenly stood up and screamed. It turned out that a weasel had jumped out of the haystack to steal the chicken.

Yi Huawei picked up a half-broken branch and threw it at random, causing the weasel to freeze. When he got closer, he saw that the branch had penetrated its tail hair and was nailed into the ground. The weasel was unharmed, but its escape route was blocked.

"They are animals after all, and human hearts are hard to predict."

Yi Huawei shook his head, walked forward to remove the restriction, smiled, and continued to bend down to mend the bamboo strips of the chicken coop. His fingers moved flexibly between the bamboo strips with skillful movements.

"Sand~"

The snow on the roof in the northwest corner suddenly slid down silently.

"Why don't you guys like to go through the front door?"

Yi Huawei didn't even raise his head, and the voice came out in this cold morning. Suddenly, there was a sharp whistle behind his head, and three bone-piercing nails flew rapidly in the shape of a "品", blocking his retreat. Yi Huawei's nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the familiar smell of poison. His eyes swept towards the nail heads, and the peacock blue color made him sigh slightly:
"I am willing to use the Cui Yu poison."

The bamboo strips in his hand kept spinning, and he drew a semicircle with his backhand. The Hunyuan Power instantly burst through the brittle bamboo, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible big hand, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye.

The poisonous nails were deflected by the powerful cyclone, and with three "snaps", they were deeply nailed into the trunk of the locust tree, causing icicles to fall down.

A black shadow turned over like a kite and swooped down quickly, with the sword light arriving three points ahead of the human figure.

Yi Huawei finally stood up, the belt around his waist moved automatically without any wind, and with a tiptoe, the chopping axe on the ground fell steadily into his hand.

The man was quite tall, about seven feet tall, with a typical figure of ape arms and wasp waist, wrapped in a black arrow-sleeved outfit. His face was covered with a black scarf, but a small piece of porcelain white skin was still exposed on the side of his neck. At the moment when the mask was blown away by the sword energy, the man's face could finally be seen clearly.

The peak of his eyebrows was like a broken sword, slanting into his temples, revealing a fierce look, and there was a cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, adding three different colors to his face. His nose was straight like the ridge of a sword, and there was an old scar on his lower lip, which looked like a willow leaf dart when he pursed his lips.

The person who came was Yi Huawei’s eldest disciple, Yi Feiyan.

Yi Huawei dodged the sword and moved up, his legs like springs, each step precisely on the point where Yi Feiyan's old strength was about to be exhausted and new strength was not yet generated. His toes touched the frosty ground, but did not leave a trace.

Yi Feiyan's sword-drawing movement was like a stroke of a brush, and the tip of the sword trembled rapidly, instantly trembling out seven cold stars. Each point of starlight corresponded to the position of the Big Dipper, firmly sealing the acupuncture points on Yi Huawei's body. This move, "Tianshu Seven Changes", was derived from the Broken Arrow Style, but she cleverly mixed it with the Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique.

"The stars are in the wrong position."

Yi Huawei said in a deep voice, the axe slid in quickly along the sword spine, and the axe blade was firmly stuck in the hand guard. With a slight shake of the wrist, the Hunyuan force instantly came out through the axe. The sword body made of fine steel was actually shaken into a bow shape, and the buzzing sound scared away the sparrows within ten feet.

Seeing this, Yi Feiyan softened her sword suddenly, and entwined the axe like a spirit snake. She abandoned hardness and chose softness, combining the "White Ape Tongbi" of the Emei School and the "Layering Power" of the Yellow River Gang, and stacked up the sword power layer by layer, one after another. By the fifth wave, the cracks on the axe handle in Yi Huawei's hand were as dense as a spider web.

"The power went astray."

Yi Huawei's eyes fixed, and he suddenly drew back his axe, the tip of the sword narrowly brushing his Adam's apple. He quickly extended two fingers of his left hand and firmly clamped the middle of the sword, which was the breakpoint where the old and new waves of power alternated. A burst of purple air came out from his fingertips, and the long sword broke into nine pieces. However, Yi Huawei did not stop, and he grabbed the first eight pieces in mid-air and nailed them into the frozen soil accurately according to the eight trigrams.

"drink!"

Yi Feiyan reacted very quickly, holding the remaining hilt of the sword, spinning around and throwing out the broken sword. The broken blade split twice in the air, and the nine fragments turned into shooting stars chasing the moon and shot towards Yi Huawei. The last fragment concealed a hidden arrow, and the tail of the arrow was decorated with oil-soaked cotton yarn, which turned out to be the firearms technique of Jiangnan Pili Hall.

"Fancy!"

Yi Huawei put his fingers together to form a sword, and the Hun Yuan Jing condensed at the tip of his finger three inches away. When the broken blade was half a foot away from his face, it suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall of air. The sparks from the sleeve arrow were blown away by him gently, and they fell to the ground and formed seven plum blossoms.

"Try this trick of mine!"

Yi Feiyan suddenly pulled off her belt, and after injecting her inner strength, the belt instantly straightened like a spear. The original nine-section cowhide whip turned into a two-foot-long steel spear, and the spear head was exactly the hard copper buckle of the belt. She combined the white wax pole skill with the Yang family spear technique and went straight to Yi Huawei's center.

"This is decent."

Yi Huawei finally smiled, put his left hand behind his back, put his index and middle fingers together, and thrust out like lightning. Purple air was lingering on his fingertips, and he managed to block the spear tip with his flesh and blood.

"Ding!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the copper buckle was dented by the force of the finger. Yi Feiyan's mouth was bleeding, but his spear was not in disarray. Instead, he used the force to shake out seven spear flowers. Each flower had a barb hidden in the center, which was obviously a counterattack from outside the Great Wall.

Yi Huawei's finger tip suddenly turned into soft force, wrapping around the spear like spring ivy. His forearm quickly drew a circle, and the Hunyuan force penetrated the spear and directly attacked the Laogong acupoint in Yi Feiyan's palm. Yi Feiyan decisively abandoned the spear, and the Fenshui Emei Spear quickly slipped out of his sleeve, ready for close combat.

But just as the Emei Spear was half an inch out, Yi Huawei's knuckles accurately hit the Quchi acupoint. Yi Feiyan's entire right arm instantly felt numb, but she took advantage of the situation to spin and kick. The steel blade that popped out from the tip of the deerskin boots was only three inches away from Yi Huawei's temple.

"Legs up."

Yi Huawei suddenly lowered his body and rammed his shoulder into Yi Feiyan's empty door. He held his Hun Yuan Jin but did not release it, only shaking the leather bag at her waist away, and 72 poisonous caltrops slipped out of it and fell into the firewood pile with a clang.

Yi Feiyan staggered back to the side of the water tank, and suddenly raised her palms and slapped the ice surface. The accumulated water in the tank instantly exploded into ice cones, which shot out like hidden weapons, and each ice cone reflected the figures of the two people. She pinched the thinnest ice needle with her two fingers and shot it out with the Tang Sect's "Twisting Silk Hand", directly hitting Yi Huawei's Jingmen acupoint.

"What a pity for this piece of ice."

Yi Huawei laughed loudly, and rolled up his sleeves, and all the ice cones fell into his sleeves. Purple clouds appeared in his palms, and the ice cones melted into mist, reflecting a faint rainbow in the morning light. Before the mist dissipated, he suddenly used his finger as a pen to draw three horizontal lines in the air, which was the starting point of the word "three".

Yi Feiyan's pupils shrank suddenly. This was the opening move of the Huashan School's "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue". Before she could change her moves, she felt pain in the Jianjing, Huantiao, and Quyuan acupoints at the same time. She looked down and saw three ice needles stuck in the frosty ground, and the needle tails were still trembling slightly.

"The third star of the Seven Transformations of Tianshu should fall on Yuzhen, not Fengfu."

Yi Huawei crushed the "three" mark on the frosty ground, looked at Yi Feiyan, and said: "When you reach the sixth level of the Layered Waves, you need to retain three points before you finish, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, the place where the pottery jar was buried at the foot of the east wall suddenly collapsed. This was caused by the aftermath of Yi Feiyan's seventh level of strength.

Yi Feiyan wiped the blood from her nose and suddenly stabbed Yi Huawei's throat with her fingers. This sword move was not fancy, but it was the most simple and unsophisticated attack she had made in the past ten years. Yi Huawei did not dodge or give way, and the moment his Adam's apple touched his fingertips, his skin was covered with a purple blush like ripples.

"It's done!"

Yi Feiyan's eyes shone with brilliance, and this move "Purple Air Coming from the East" finally broke through the shackles. Unexpectedly, Yi Huawei's throat shrank slightly, and the Hunyuan power receded like a tide, and his fingertips suddenly fell into the air. When the old power had gone and the new power had not yet been generated, the back of his neck was grabbed by Yi Huawei.

"You are so proud of yourself for penetrating three inches?"

Yi Huawei lifted his apprentice like a cat, "Hunyuan Yiqi emphasizes the lingering effect, watch carefully."

He tapped the pile of firewood with his finger, and the pinewood, which was as thick as a bowl, broke into seven pieces, but there were no splinters on the broken ends. What was even more strange was that the last three pieces broke a second time in mid-air, while the first piece just fell to the ground, and it was actually a force that could hit a bull from a distance.

Yi Feiyan stared at the firewood pile in a daze, and suddenly snatched the bamboo strips from Yi Huawei's hand. The strips broke into pieces in her palm, and suddenly stopped at the seventh inch.

"Leaving three points?"

When she turned around, she found Yi Huawei repairing the chicken coop that was torn by the sword. The reeds shuttled like sword light, and the patches were woven into the Hunyuan Bagua diagram.

The aroma of steamed cakes wafted from the west wing, the morning mist finally dissipated, and the competition between the master and the disciple came to an end.

(End of this chapter)