Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the little carrot heads have grown into young boys and girls, and their splendor has begun to bloom.

hurricane cliff

A white and soft figure moved quickly through the strong wind. Although the fierce whirlwind had no rules, she could always easily avoid the eye of the wind and headed all the way towards the steep cliff.

Halfway up the mountain, the wind knives became more and more dense. Zhen Shan quickly dodged away. However, she saw a strand of her hair being rolled up in the whirlwind. She reached her limit. The spiritual sword in her hand split the wind knives that were sweeping in, and she quickly stepped on it.

He took up the spirit sword and followed the direction of the strong wind down the cliff, flying towards the cold and elegant white figure at the foot of the mountain.

"Master."

Rong Chu looked at the girl in the white dress who was approaching with a sword. Her face was as cold and indifferent as frost and snow. Her thin lips were slightly parted, and he faintly pointed out some of the problems she had faced while practicing in the wind.

Zhen Shan stood in front of him obediently and listened humbly. She felt that the voice of the master was like the sound of nature. With such a handsome and beautiful teacher, no matter how boring or hard the training was, it became vivid.

"Master, I have mastered the first style of the Six Gale Swords."

Rong Chu nodded, turned his hand, and held an ordinary spiritual sword in his palm. He pressed his cultivation level to the foundation building stage and said, "Let's make a move."

Zhen Shan was not afraid at all, but her eyes were as bright as stars. Yin Xue held a beautiful sword flower in her hand, and the long sword struck him with a biting coldness.

Rong Chu stood on his tiptoes and easily dodged her move, and the spirit sword deflected her move.

It seemed like a light sword strike, but it made the silver snow buzz and made Zhen Shan's mouth numb.

She inhaled slightly in her heart. She was indeed the number one person on the top of the sky. If she hadn't been tempering her body with the strong winds of Hurricane Cliff for the past five years, I'm afraid that the sword just now would have made her unable to hold Yinxue.

The fighting spirit in Zhen Shan's eyes is getting stronger and stronger. Not everyone can have the opportunity to obtain the skills of a powerful person with advanced cultivation. If he doesn't fight now, how long will it take?

Two snow-white sword lights collided together, and the same white clothes were fluttering, just like a painting.

However, the sharp sword energy surrounding the two people easily shattered the nearby hard rocks. This shows how ruthless Zhen Shan's attacks are. The seemingly soft sword has amazing power and speed. However, no matter how she strikes,

, Rong Chu only defends, not attacks.

Even so, Zhen Shan did not take any advantage, but began to feel at a disadvantage.

The empress sighed in her heart, no matter how powerful her sword moves were, with her level of cultivation, it was really impossible to win.

However, it is not the character of the Demon Concubine to give up easily. Zhen Shan feinted with his sword, revealing a flaw, and Yin Xue was picked off. She seemed unable to withstand his strength and fell backwards.

Rong Chu's figure moved, and his long arms wrapped around the girl's slender waist. The next moment, a cold touch came from his neck.

Zhen Shan leaned in his arms, blinked at him innocently, smiled softly and harmlessly, "Master, you lose."

Regarding the sword on his neck, Rong Chu's eyes moved slightly, and without any movement in the wind, the silver snow was thrown out again and inserted into the rock not far away.

Zhen Shan looked at his empty palms, curled his lips, and stood up, "Master, can't you let me win once?"

Rong Chu lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, "Do you really want to win?"

"Who doesn't want to win?"

Rong Chu: "Well, then you win."

Zhen Shan: "..."

I don't know why, but an unreasonable feeling of guilt came over me.

The empress had no choice but to change the subject, "Master, what do you think of my first move?"

"Not bad," Rong Chu said concisely and to the point as always.

Zhen Shan was already used to his cheap master's reticence, so he continued to ask: "Can you practice the second form?"

"Can."

"Master, with my current cultivation level, I can only go up to the halfway point of the hurricane cliff to ensure that I will not be shattered. If I can really withstand the hurricane at the top of the cliff, I will have to reach the Nascent Soul stage."

The higher you go up the hurricane cliff, the harder it becomes. It is no longer just a question of perseverance and not being afraid of being blown away. If you don't have strong enough cultivation and physical support, you will be minced by the wind knife above in minutes.

Rong Chu: "No rush."

"Too."

Zhen Shan nodded. He was impatient and couldn't eat hot tofu. The most important thing to avoid when practicing Taoism is to have a restless mind.

That is, the empress has never forgotten that her master realized the meaning of the sword after a trip to Hurricane Cliff, and she always had a fighting spirit in her heart.

But she didn't get too entangled. Everyone has their own predestined relationships, and forcing them could not sway their own Taoism.

Rong Chu put his hand on her head and said, "Go back."

"Okay," Zhen Shan smiled at him, recalled Yin Xue, and followed him away from Hurricane Cliff.

…

To the east of Banyuan Hall is the Immortal Mansion of Immortal Lord Bai Tian. Since he entered Taoism through alchemy, the most important thing in the mansion is the Spiritual Plant Garden.

In the early morning, the mist has not dissipated, and the hazy white mist makes Banyuan Palace look like a fairyland.

Su Huan squatted in the spiritual field, like a hard-working bee taking care of the spiritual plants.

Suddenly, a bright silver sword light cut through the white fog and fell in the spiritual plant garden.

"Little nephew."

The voice was quiet and elegant, with a hint of girlish sweetness. Su Huan raised his head in surprise and ran over, "Little uncle, why are you here?"

Zhen Shan looked at the cute girl who was slightly shorter than her and still had a childish look, and said with a smile: "Don't you welcome me, your uncle?"

"How could it be? Isn't it just that my junior uncle didn't go to Hurricane Cliff to practice today?"

Zhen Shan plucked a spiritual grass next to him and said, "Your uncle, I am not a cultivator."

Su Huan said slowly: "Since my junior uncle went to Hurricane Cliff, except for the breakthrough and consolidation of his cultivation, he has basically not been absent for a single day. It has been five years."

Zhen Shan suddenly asked, "Is this so?"

Su Huan nodded.

Zhen Shan smiled and said: "I didn't expect how you can be so diligent."

Su Huan felt ashamed, "Compared to my junior uncle's hard work, I feel like I'm being lazy."

Zhen Shan flicked her forehead, "I heard Senior Brother Baitian say that you are either in the alchemy room or the spiritual plant garden all day long. There is no need to compare. The most important thing is to find a way to practice that suits you. Too cool.

You may not be good yourself."

Su Huan smiled sweetly, "I like refining elixirs and taking care of spiritual plants. I'm not tired at all."
Chapter completed!