The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

The chill on the mountain was chilly, and Yun Ying went from being stiff at the beginning to moving gradually freely, and the aura gradually circulated smoothly.

She clearly felt that the tiny cracks in her dantian were gradually recovering.

The spiritual source, which was a little shaken at first, also slowly returned to normal through the repeated spiritual energy circulation, and took root in the dantian deeper.

Yun Ying walked up the mountain step by step, and saw that there was nothing else on the mountain, only a lake like a mirror.

Above the cold pool, the water smoke was blurred, and Yun Ying only felt chilly all over her body.

She stretched out her fingers and touched the cold smoke in front of her eyes, only feeling a shudder emanating from the bottom of her heart.

But after this trembling, another kind of quite gentle and peaceful force emerged to calm the restlessness in his body.

She looked down at the cold pool, and her figure was reflected in the cold pool.

She was wearing plain white clothes, her hair was casually loose, and her face was pale. She looked like a female ghost who came to the underworld to seek her life.

In the past, Yun Ying rarely looked at her appearance so seriously.

Although she kept telling herself not to worry and take it step by step, in fact she lived in anxiety all the time.

She took off her shoes and walked into the pool barefoot.

This is most likely because of the injury before, the suzerain made her take a lot of pills in order to save her, and the impure spiritual energy in the pills caused Xuanrong's body to fall back.

Yunying quietly felt the cold water rippling on her fingertips, and penetrated her spiritual consciousness into her bone marrow.

In such a situation, there was always anger and urgency in her heart.

Liu Changqing's shadow has been pressing her down.

She is much taller, has the slender posture of a girl, and her appearance has grown a lot.

Isn't that great.

But it is so subtly, step by step, to the present, and step by step, it has become an unimaginable appearance before.

As the spiritual source in the dantian gradually glowed, Yunying felt the chill on her body gradually subside, as if the water in the cold pool had been warmed by her.

Looking at the shadow of that person in the water, Yunying smiled at her.

The gray glue that had been removed before now filled the entire bone again, and even the impurities that had been cleaned up in the body reappeared.

The cold pool is not deep, and the rocks at the bottom of the pool are uneven, sticking to the feet, a little painful and cold.

But for Yun Ying who has overcome it once, these are minor problems.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the cold pool shining under the moonlight in front of her.

If he walked to Yunying's side a few years ago, Yunying at that time might not have recognized who she was.

Soaked in the ice-cold pool water, even the spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness has become more peaceful.

His cultivation is far better than himself, better than everyone on Chupo Mountain, he has bad intentions, he looks at everyone on Chupo Mountain with the eyes of a chicken.

Now, she was finally able to truly calm down and relax.

The shadow of the moon is reflected on the pool, and the misty clouds and smoke seem even more unpredictable.

In the shadow of the moon, Yun Ying vaguely saw the figure of another person, with the same plain white clothes, the same haggard and resolute face, but much more comfortable than her.

It was Yue Wuxia's shadow, Yun Ying stared at her fixedly, watching this shadow evolve various exercises one by one, and at the same time, many words appeared inexplicably in her mind.

"Reflecting the moon in the cold pool, draw the water in the moon, and extinguish all rootless fire... The bubbling water, the jumping fire, water overcomes fire, softness overcomes rigidity, Tai produces water, and returns to Dahua..."

Yunying recited these words softly, thoughtfully. (end of this chapter)