The Sword of Douluo sings in the sky

Overnight, heavy snow fell, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers fell silent.

Chen Feng lay in front of the window, accompanied by the shadow of the lamp, looking at the snowflakes like catkins in the distance. In the past, the flowers were like snow, but today the snow is like flowers.

Douluo Continent has finally entered the coldest season. The mountains, rivers, fields, villages, and cities are all shrouded in heavy white snow. Every family stays behind closed doors and gathers around the bonfire to keep warm, laughing and discussing the year's harvest.

A month has passed since the martial soul awakened. During this month, he was either learning martial arts knowledge or taking care of the five-month-old Ning Rongrong in Liulic Pavilion.

According to Ning Fengzhi, when he was busy, he would take care of him.

Chen Feng put on a goose-feather fur coat and walked through the mountains and rivers amidst the flying snow, walked through the corridor, crossed the courtyard, and came to Liuli Pavilion.

The flying snowflakes cover the courtyard and courtyard, like thousands of butterflies fluttering toward the windows.

Entering the house and looking at Ning Rongrong who was still sleeping soundly, he smiled slightly, took out the prepared charcoal basin and lit it, placed it next to the bed for heating, and checked the doors and windows again before giving up.

After doing everything well, Chen Feng began to meditate and practice. Although he had not yet obtained the soul ring, this did not affect his practice. Because there is no soul ring, the soul power you have cultivated will be squeezed to the tenth level. After you obtain the soul ring, the soul power will be accumulated.

After a while, the whistling sound continued to hit the window lattice, making a rhythmic sound of rustling, rustling.

Hearing the noise outside, Chen Feng withdrew from his practice. The wind blew the snow, getting stronger and stronger. This was a sign of the coming blizzard.

A violent snowstorm swept across the entire continent, destroying everything in the world and making the earth tremble.

Hearing the voice, Ning Rongrong started to cry. The voice seemed to have been greatly wronged, which made people feel distressed.

"Don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore." Chen Feng stepped forward to cover her with the silk quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and patiently coaxed her.

During a cup of tea, Ning Rongrong was no longer crying or fussing, and was shaking her head and looking around.

"You must be hungry, little girl." Chen Feng stood up and prepared rice cereal for her.

Rice cereal has a long history and is the only food that can replace breast milk in Douluo Star. It is not only rich in nutrients, but also easy to digest, making it very suitable for five-month-old Ning Rongrong.

In the absence of breast milk, she could only be fed with rice cereal. As for the wet nurse, Ning Fengzhi directly refused. If it was not breast milk, he would not agree.

Ning Rongrong, who had been breastfed for four months, stopped breastfeeding after coming to Qibao Glazed Sect and switched to rice cereal.

When he came to the kitchen, Chen Feng rolled up his long sleeves and skillfully crushed the soaked rice with a small wooden stick, then filtered it to make it more fine. Finally, he put it in the pot and cooked it. Pay attention to the heat when cooking. It must be small and stir while burning to avoid burning.

Half an hour later, he opened the lid of the pot, put the cooked rice paste in a bowl, put a small spoon on it, and left the kitchen, returning to Ning Rongrong's future boudoir.

As soon as Chen Feng entered the door, he saw Ning Rongrong's little hands and feet dangling in the air with nowhere to rest.

"Ancestor, don't freeze." Chen Feng closed the door, wrapped her tightly in the quilt, and hugged her.

He scooped a spoonful of rice cereal from the bowl, put it to his mouth and blew it gently until it wasn't too hot, then handed it to Ning Rongrong's mouth.

Ning Rongrong pouted her mouth angrily, which made him feel a headache. He couldn't fight, and he couldn't talk. What should you do? Suddenly, he found it difficult to take care of the baby.

In desperation, Chen Feng could only continue to use a gentle tone and said: "Be obedient, if you don't eat it, it will get cold and you will have diarrhea."

Ning Rongrong laughed, her eyes were like crescent moons, and they were cute and curved. She opened her little cherry mouth with satisfaction, "Bah," she took the rice cereal into her mouth and swallowed it slowly.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Chen Feng also breathed a sigh of relief. He followed the action just now and repeated spoonful after spoonful. After a while, the rice cereal in the bowl bottomed out.

After feeding Ning Rongrong, he put Ning Rongrong back on the bed and covered him with the quilt. Chen Feng walked out and took a walk in the heavy snow, feeling the world between heaven and earth, and the mountains and rivers with his heart, hoping to gain some enlightenment.

"The sword is the king, the first weapon; the sword is a murderous weapon, born to kill; the sword is taken to extremes, only attacking but not defensive; the sword can cut to hurt people, and pierce through armor; there is a intention in the heart, and there is no sword in the hand, just a flower or a grass. It's a sword, but the meaning of the sword's existence, the sword..."

In an instant, Chen Feng grasped a hint of enlightenment and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had turned into flowers, plants and trees.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, his light blue pupils expanded, his silver hair flew in the air, and a sharp sword energy emanated from his body.

In his heart, an embryo of murderous sword intention quietly appeared. It was his will, a symbol of battle, born for fighting, and destined to hold the sword to the end of the world in the future.

"This is killing...sword intention, could it be...Xiao Feng?" Chen Xin, who was far away in the meeting hall, was surprised. Based on his understanding of swords, this sword intention may have become a sword embryo.

"Old Ghost Jian, what's wrong with you?" Gu Rong asked suspiciously when she saw something was wrong with him.

It's no wonder that Chen Feng's sword intention has not materialized, so Gu Rong can't feel it, but Chen Xin is different. He is also a sword cultivator and is particularly sensitive to the sword intention.

"It's okay. Old Bone Dragon, you go organize people to clear the snow in the city. I'll go and see the damage in the city." Chen Xin shook his head and settled the immediate matter first.

He couldn't help with this matter. Sword cultivation cultivates the heart. If the heart is strong, the sword will be strong. Only then can you control, control, and use the sword.

The reason why the killing sword intention escapes is because if the person who comprehends it is a little careless, he will lose himself, lose his emotions, and become a killing machine.

A swordsman should move forward bravely and with overwhelming force, rather than become a mindless walking corpse.

After exiting this state, Chen Feng was thoughtful. The Seven Killing Sword appeared in his palm. He glanced at it, smiled slightly, and then took it back.

No matter whether it is good or bad, this road will keep going, because in his dictionary, there is no retreat.

After shaking off the snow on his body, he returned to the house and looked at Ning Rongrong who was sleeping soundly. Chen Feng showed a gentle expression on his face. After filling up the fuel in the charcoal basin, he closed the door and turned to leave.

After leaving Liuli Pavilion, Chen Feng came to the Library Pavilion. After registering, he walked up to the second floor and plunged into the ocean of knowledge. He continued to popularize unknown things, ranging from soul masters and soul beasts to basic necessities, food, housing and transportation.

At this time, he was holding a Wuhun Encyclopedia in his hand, reading it with gusto.

The book says that Seraphim is an extremely powerful martial spirit that can be attacked and defended without any shortcomings.

Regarding this point, Chen Feng sneered. For all people and things in the world, there are no absolutes, only relative ones. The biggest shortcoming is that they have no shortcomings.