Small peaks, martial arts arenas.
Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou were competing.
Han Zhou's fighting style is completely different from Lin Shanshan's. He opened and closed wide, with the vast majority of offensives and few defensive positions, unless it involved his own vital points.
Once Hanzhou launched an attack, the offensive was endless, as if cold wind and snow were spreading all over the sky.
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth to support, and seemed to have fallen into the situation when he first competed with Lin Shanshan - he could only defend and was unable to attack.
Han Zhou saw that Ning Zhuo's defensive posture was full and very tight, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
"How long has it been? Ning Zhuo has made such great progress in martial arts!"
His feelings are much deeper than ordinary people.
Because not long ago, he took the initiative to challenge Ning Zhuo. During the battle, he and Ning Zhuo engaged in close combat.
Within many rounds, Ning Zhuo had already collapsed on the defensive and was pursued by Han Zhou. If it weren't for the spirit talisman to save the scene, Ning Zhuo would have been defeated by him.
But now, Han Zhou has done his best to attack the tide, and it has not made Ning Zhuo unable to resist.
Don't look at Ning Zhuo's embarrassed appearance, the defense is indeed tight, so Han Zhou has to take another way to try to break the deadlock.
"Be careful, I'm going to use martial arts." Han Zhou shouted and reminded first.
The next moment, the surface of his fists was covered with a layer of white frost, and the air temperature plummeted.
Martial arts – frost fist.
The bitter cold air also emanated.
Ning Zhuo didn't dare to resist, he tapped his toes, his body was agile, and he kept jumping backwards.
Hanzhou followed.
Ning Zhuo is mainly dodging, and every dodge and movement is smooth and smooth, without dragging his feet, reflecting his solid basic skills.
Martial arts - old cold legs.
Han Zhou's legs were sharp, and he made a whistling cold wind.
Ning Zhuo struggled to parry, and was at an absolute disadvantage.
If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it, and you will rather show your flaws.
Han Zhou's eyes lit up suddenly, he seized the opportunity, suddenly exerted force, and punched Ning Zhuo with a cold air that went straight to Ning Zhuo's face.
Ning Zhuo's eyes froze, and he stepped lightly under his feet, trying to dodge sideways.
He dodged most of it, but was still hit in the shoulder by Han Zhou's punch.
Ning Zhuo staggered back, and his defensive posture finally collapsed at this moment.
Hanzhou stopped, stood in place, and stopped attacking.
"Amazing, amazing!" Ning Zhuo covered his shoulders, the pain of being hit was only secondary, he was in a very happy mood and sincerely praised Han Zhou.
Ning Zhuo practiced with Lin Shanshan before, and the effect gradually decreased, and he had less and less feelings about martial arts and fighting.
But now, he has changed to another person to compete, and his former state has returned. Although this competition was not long, Ning Zhuo gained a lot, and there were many feelings that needed to be reviewed immediately, kept in mind, and actively absorbed.
"Brother Hanzhou, it's really right to compete with you. I learned a lot, thank you! Thank you!" Ning Zhuo sincerely thanked him.
Han Zhou's eyes flashed. He implied other purposes, the more times and duration Ning Zhuo sparred with him, the easier it was for Ning Zhuo to be transformed.
The foundation building period, after all, is not yet the golden elixir period, and the practice exercises can still be replaced!
Han Zhou thought for a while and said that Ning Zhuo had made great progress, and the previous battle brought him a completely different feeling.
"But you lack relevant martial arts, otherwise, you can compete with my frost fist and old cold legs."
"Daoist Ning Zhuo, the exercises you practice focus on the sea of qi, and you have suffered a lot in close combat."
"I suggest you practice some martial arts, although some martial arts are just techniques, not exercises, they can also mobilize and make good use of your physique and energy."
Ning Zhuo sighed: "I don't know if Brother Hanzhou has any good suggestions, please listen to me!"
Han Zhou immediately said: "If Daoist Ning Zhuo does not dislike it, I am willing to teach you martial arts such as frost fist, old cold legs, etc."
Ning Zhuo immediately frowned: "Is this appropriate?"
"It's suitable, it's just too fit!" Han Zhou smiled secretly in his heart, "After learning these martial arts, you will be more inclined to specialize in bitter cold exercises. If it can finally cross you, wouldn't it be a great good?"
On the surface, Han Zhou said: "Daoist Ning Zhuo, if you can comprehend the true meaning of Bitter Cold, it shows that you have a natural affinity for the Bitter Cold Sutra. This is fate."
"You and I don't know each other, teaching some martial arts, it's not the foundation of the exercises, it's nothing."
"In fact, even if it is a bitter cold sutra, it is not impossible to teach. Back then, I was just a beggar, and I was taught scriptures by others in the ice and snow broken temple, and I led the path of cultivation."
"I taught you related martial arts, just as others taught me the entire Bitter Cold Sutra. It is the sowing of good causes and good results."
Ning Zhuo said clearly: "Hearing Brother Tai's remarks confirmed some of my guesses. The Bitter Cold Sutra is indeed a Buddhist scripture, right?"
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "That's right."
"However, please don't pass it on lightly, it will inevitably reveal my roots."
"The Bitter Cold Sutra comes from Hinayana Buddhism and pays attention to self-transcendence. As the saying goes, the sea of suffering is endless, only by experiencing the bitter cold and tempering can we exercise the precious body and will of cultivation."
"The Bitter Cold Sutra is to transform all kinds of suffering and poverty in a person's life into food for practice!"
Ning Zhuo nodded: "In this way, please also ask Brother Hanzhou to teach me related martial arts."
Han Zhou smiled slightly: "I have a method that can help Taoist friends succeed quickly."
Ning Zhuo's face was strange and he immediately asked.
Han Zhou took out a small bowl from his storage belt, which was 80% water.
"Back then, that master taught me the Bitter Cold Sutra and used this thing."
"This bowl of water is refined by bitter water, which contains many true meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Daoist Ning Zhuo only needs to take a small sip, and he can instantly penetrate all kinds of obstacles and other related martial arts and completely master them."
"It is difficult for ordinary people to use this method. Because this bowl of bitter water is extremely difficult to enter, the extreme bitterness can even make people fall into extreme gloom, feel that life and the world are in disarray, and voluntarily commit suicide."
"But I see, since Daoist Ning Zhuo was able to confront me with the bitter cold qi, he understood some of the mysteries of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Obviously, he has superb understanding and is naturally close to this Buddhist scripture."
"Fellow Taoists, might you like to give it a try?"
Ning Zhuo looked at the water in the bowl and saw that it was dark black and blue, with a faint cold light flashing on the surface.
Standing relatively close, Ning Zhuo could clearly perceive that this bowl of water exuded a piercing chill, as if it could freeze people's souls.
"Bitter water, I have heard of it for a long time, this is the treasure of water sin." Ning Zhuo sighed.
In the Fire Persimmon Immortal City, he saw that the best goodness is like water, which is the treasure of water merit.
Now I see the bitter water again, it is in opposition to the good water, it is the treasure of sin.
The existence of bitter water itself is a symbol of sin, and legend has it that it is condensed from countless tears of pain and remorse.
People who hold or come into contact with bitter water will be forced to face their deepest mistakes, grievances, sorrow, pain, etc. If you hold it for a long time, it will gradually erode your spirit by the bitter water, causing the practitioner to gradually fall into endless pain and regret.
After this erosion reached a certain level, the monk would have auditory hallucinations, and he would constantly hear whispers and crying in his ears, all of which were complaining to him.
This is definitely a huge torture.
Ning Zhuo showed a cautious expression.
Han Zhou comforted: "Don't worry too much, fellow Taoists, this bitter water has been refined. I will let you understand some of the true meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra and instantly understand the seven martial arts."
"Of course, there is a premise for this."
"The premise is that you need to fight against bitterness and understand something from it, instead of being affected by bitterness, your heart is overwhelmed by pain, and you are immersed in all kinds of negative emotions, unable to extricate yourself."
"If that's the case, let alone comprehend any martial arts, even if you want to return to normal, you will have to pay a huge price."
"The risks involved are very high."
Ning Zhuo only thought for a moment, and then smiled: "Brother Hanzhou said so frankly, I believe you! It doesn't hurt to give it a try."
"However, the martial arts arena is not a suitable place."
"Can I take some of this bitterness away?"
Han Zhou nodded: "Of course."
He immediately took action, poured out a small bottle, and handed it to Ning Zhuo.
After Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou said goodbye, they returned to the cave house.
He first checked carefully with Sun Lingtong and confirmed that the bitter water had indeed been sacrificed and no longer had great harm.
Ning Zhuo asked Sun Lingtong to take care of him and taste the bitter water.
Sun Lingtong was very interested and told Ning Zhuo that he had never tasted it since he was a child, so remember to leave him a little so that he could try it too.
The two entered the spiritual plant cabin together.
In the spiritual plant cabin, the dark yellow soil had obviously shown signs of lightening compared to before.
Although it was only a shallow layer, in fact, because the formation folded the space, the thickness of the soil was much thicker than what was seen with the naked eye.
In the center of the cabin, there was a Lingyin willow.
The crisp and pleasant sound is surrounded by beautiful sounds, the spring breeze is blowing slowly, and the willow branches of Lingyin Willow are swaying in the wind.
Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both looked at Lingyin Liu and observed carefully, the former frowned slightly, and the latter showed a happy expression.
Sun Lingtong said: "Brother, look, these dry wickers are showing signs of improvement. It was like being completely dehydrated before, but now it is a little fuller."
Ning Zhuo sighed: "It seems that the consumption of Lingyin Willow is much greater than I imagined."
"We have done our best to prepare the best treasure materials that can be used at present, but the speed of Lingyin Willow's recovery is not ideal."
Ning Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the soil near the willow roots of Lingyin Willow, he exuded divine consciousness and penetrated into the land, and saw that the five-colored divine sand and three treasure spiritual soil that had been scattered before were almost exhausted, leaving only a small residue, less than 10% of the original total.
Previously, the Galaxy Spiritual Liquid was poured in advance, the soil was moist, but now the soil is dry, and the spiritual liquid has been consumed!
Ning Zhuo immediately decided: "It seems that this Lingyin willow is not easy to offer. We have to keep it alive if we keep it alive."
Sun Lingtong also frowned: "I'm afraid it's not easy to do with regular means. Lin Shanshan is the pearl of the Yuanying Sect Master, and she was imprisoned because of this incident."
"But I believe that there are definitely more spiritual soils and divine sands in the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, otherwise......"