Heavenly practice

"Why?" the boy asked.

"Didn't you say that? My spiritual power is almost exhausted. I have been practicing hard for the past few days just to keep my life alive."

Shen Zhuo changed into a Tsing Yi bunt, except for the jade crown, his long hair was only tied into a ponytail with a belt, and it hung smoothly behind him. His thin face became a little paler, but he still held a long sword in his hand.

"The sword you just had was too high-level for me, and the load was too heavy. It consumed a little bit of my spiritual energy, so I vomited blood."

"..."

Seeing that the other party still didn't move, Shen Zhuo had no choice but to say, "I don't mean to blame you, just go, big brother!"

"squeak!"

Chunhu watched for a long time, and when he heard that Shen Zhuo was going to chase him away again, he couldn't hold back any longer, and crawled onto Ying Tianbai's shoulder again, hugging a lock of his hair, and looked at Shen Zhuo stubbornly.

"..."

Shen Zhuo stared at its two black bean eyes, and snorted coldly, "Since you are so reluctant, you can go with him."

He just said it casually, but Chunhu looked at him with teary eyes, then groaned, and turned his head away from him.

Shen Zhuo took a look, hehe, you are quite courageous, you dare to show your temper.

He simply said something to Tian Bai, "This little thing is for you, take it home and play with it as you like."

The boy didn't listen to these few words at all, he picked up the hair ball on his shoulder and threw it out.

"squeak--"

Chunhusheng was thrown back into the pile of clothes without love, and buried his head in it, not wanting to see that certain person again.

The two of them ignored it, Shen Zhuo glanced at the people around him, "I practice, you watch."

"Yeah." The boy took three steps back and watched.

He was so obedient that Shen Zhuo couldn't help but feel better, and he was light when he swung the sword.

"Three inches to the west and one inch to the north." The young man's clear voice sounded.

Hearing this, Shen Zhuo made adjustments, and the opponent gave suggestions for every move and style that followed. Shen Zhuo felt more and more strenuous. After the last set of sword skills, he was already sweating from exhaustion, and he also felt that something was wrong.

"This sword technique..."

"Changed a bit."

"No wonder."

Shen Zhuo realized that the sword he practiced according to Ying Tianbai's instructions was more mysterious than the basic swordsmanship of Zhentianmen, so mysterious that his eyes turned black at this moment.

"I... go to the rest meeting."

He forced himself to say something, and entered the room without waiting for the other party's answer.

After entering the room and getting warmer, Shen Zhuo took off his coat and found that he was covered in sweat. He tried his best to carry a bucket of water. He didn't bother to use firewood, so he directly heated it with the fire root, then took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub inside.

The warm water made him sigh comfortably, and the tiredness of his body surged, Shen Zhuo's eyes went dark, and he didn't know if he was asleep or passed out, so he just leaned against the edge of the tub and remained silent.

Ying Tianbai was still standing outside the door, Chunhu looked tentatively into the room with round eyes, wondering if Shen Zhuo was still angry, and dared not go in casually.

It was hesitating, when Ying Tianbai behind him suddenly had sharp eyes, strode into the room, and pushed open the door.

There was no sound in the room, and there was a large tub in the center, and Shen Zhuo, who was naked, had already slipped down the edge of the tub, sinking into the water without making a sound.

"squeak--"

Chunhu screamed in horror, and Ying Tianbai looked over with a cold look, which scared it and hid under the table in panic, trembling.

Ying Tianbai picked him up and put him down on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him, but Shen Zhuo started to tremble, and white ice crystals began to form on his forehead, eyebrows, and eyelashes.

Ying Tianbai's eyes were slightly deep, and he stretched out his hand towards the purple mansion between his brows. Shen Zhuo's eyes suddenly opened, they were still plain black, but glowed with a striking silver light, like an indifferent ice and snow statue, looking at him coldly. he.

Ying Tianbai's eyes turned cold, but he continued to explore Shen Zhuo's purple-browed mansion as if he didn't notice it.

The bone-chilling chill was like the nine heavens ten thousand years ago, with the faint sound of howling wind and snow in his ears, Ying Tianbai raised his eyes slightly, and the world had changed before his eyes.

The pure white ice and snow world seems so cold that there is no life at all. In front of you is a magnificent and tall pure white ice and snow palace, soaring into the sky, as if piercing through the sky and the earth. Dissipate.

However, Ying Tianbai stood in the snow and ice, but there was no disturbance, he even stretched out his hand to look into the hall in front of him, until a pair of icy eyes opened in the depths of the hall.

Ying Tianbai's dantian trembled, his consciousness trembled slightly, his black hair suddenly turned into silver hair, and suddenly turned back to black before the Supreme Dao, and after repeated several times, he chose to quit Shen Zhuozi government.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Hong Yinxuan's hut in front of him, Shen Zhuoyi on the bed closed his eyes and trembled, white frost had covered his temples.

Ying Tianbai watched him huddled under the quilt with indifferent eyes, his thin face was even thinner, he lifted the quilt, held Shen Zhuo's hand, and a faint spiritual energy passed over.

Shen Zhuo's palms trembled slightly, and after feeling the warmth, he grabbed Ying Tianbai's hand, and the other hand firmly grabbed his lapel, and moved his whole body towards him, and moved quickly. When he reached the edge of the bed and was about to fall, Chunhu's mournful cry sounded behind him.

"squeak--"

Ying Tianbai looked at Shen Zhuo's frowning, lifted the quilt and got in by himself.

The drowsy Shen Zhuo hugged him immediately, and squeezed his whole body into his arms. Ying Tianbai looked at the white skin in his arms, and clasped his thin waist calmly, the tentacles were smooth and delicate.

"Um……"

Shen Zhuo snorted comfortably, held a lock of his long hair with one hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and slowly stopped trembling.

However, in fact the chill on his body has not diminished, and even the frost on his hair has spread to the side of his long hair, dyeing his black hair into mottled white.

"Chang Ming..."

A soft dream sounded.

Ying Tianbai listened to the faint breathing sound, felt the faint exhalation from his chest, held the person in his arms tightly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After tossing and tossing for a while, the pure fox hiding under the table was also tired. Seeing that the two of them were silent, it also hugged the legs of the table and dozed off.

The bucket of hot water inside the house had long been frozen, and the cold wind outside the house gradually picked up a fallen leaf on the ground and was lifted into the air.

A slender hand painted red Danko reached out to catch it, and the owner of the hand looked at it for a moment, then held the fallen leaf in his palm and turned it into pieces.

Xuanyu stood in the plane tree and looked at the room indifferently, as if she had seen the inside through the window, then turned around expressionlessly, turned into a green light and left Qinyang Mountain.