The sudden burst of internal breath drove the oscillation of the limbs and bones, and the amplitude penetrated into the center of the cold spring in the ice pool, pulling out the energy it exploded. In an instant, the veins were like an ice storm of flying sand and stones spreading, filling without leaving a gap.

Humph! Qin Mufeng snorted coldly, and his rosy body turned snow-white in an instant. The divine power attached to the surface of the tendons and veins in his body gradually dissipated. The sticky cold spring in the Ice Pond slowly merged into the tendons and veins under the further guidance of the internal breath. The originally damaged tendons and veins slowly repaired themselves. What's even more strange is that Qin Mufeng's weak breathing gradually became thick and powerful, and sometimes exuded a sharp whistling.

The pile of sand and gravel at the bottom of the water moved slightly, and then a whirlpool formed in the middle, and the sand and gravel around it flowed into it. In an instant, a figure who was soaked in water jumped up from it like a bolt of lightning, and rushed into the dome water layer like a shuttle, underwater.

In contrast, the ancient wilderness seen from Zhuanxu's will, although it is as bright as a fairyland, is like walking in a dream. As for the purgatory scene of scorched earth and black wind, it is like a nightmare, tightly wrapped around the heart and brings a sense of oppression and suffocation. A heart arises in my heart that wants to avoid and escape.

However, Qin Mufeng knew in his heart that although these two worlds were very different, they were interdependent. If he wanted to be free and free in this world, he would one day face his powerlessness and one day make this world a reality.

What is in front of us is the Qin family's century-old feud, the Tiandao Sect, the Huahe Sect, the Xingwu Sect, and the Ye Luosha who is invisible to see the head but not the tail. Any one of them is the mountain that he is difficult to face now; what he keeps in his heart is the romantic feelings of riding the horse, the passion of the sword to test the world, the innocent heart to defend the country, and the bluestone that cannot be touched even if he sees the end of the world. That sentence of a young man not knowing the taste of sorrow is just a bold and unrestrained school who relies on his seniority.

When will you not worry about life? Children are worried about their children's labels and want to grow taller after eating a bite of food; students are worried about their own grades and results-oriented parents and teachers; those who are just starting out are worried about assets and funds, those who are firmly in their feet are worried about their experience and ability to experience and ability, and those who are parents are worried about their children's life. But the word "sorry" is not a bold saying that a young man can not recognize the taste of sorrow?

The so-called boldness is just that as we grow older and feel safe gradually, we buried our hearts deep in our hearts and showed it to others with a mad and heroic mask. But when we are alone, we will eventually taste the bitterness alone. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can we talk about loneliness?

A brother finally calmed down Mou Jingwu. Looking at Qin Mufeng's tragic situation, he hurriedly clenched his fists and pounded his numb legs like pounding garlic. There was a wonderful alternation of blue and red on his face, which made Qin Mufeng scream with a broken sound.

You unconscience-free beast! Mou Jingwu shouted and stood up tremblingly, staggered and striding forward, stretched out his hands to support Qin Mufeng. But the moment he touched him, the bone-thrusting cold spread from Qin Mufeng's body to his heart along his fingers. Mou Jingwu instinctively shrank his hand and his face changed drastically.

On the other hand, Qin Mufeng, with the joy of seeing his friend, finally relaxed his nerves that had been tense for a long time, but his eyes turned dark and felt weak all over, and he suddenly threw himself on Mou Jingwu.

Mou Jingwu Shi couldn't imagine what he had encountered. He hugged Qin Mufeng, who was cold all over, didn't care about his cold face, and dragged Qin Mufeng back to the shore with anger. He rubbed his hands and touched Qin Mufeng's whole body, pulled a piece of tiger skin to cover Qin Mufeng, and made a fire and barbecue. He was busy for a while, completely forgot about the pain on his body.

The warm spring sun slowly rose, bringing a lazy warmth. Soon, Qin Mufeng woke up slowly, and his whole appearance returned to his usual appearance. Seeing Mou Jingwu rubbing his hands and breathing, sweat beads on his forehead kept dripping, and another silly smile, which made Mou Jingwu put his hands on his hips and scolded him. He boasted about how brave he was and how to fight a tiger with bare hands. Qin Mufeng just smiled and agreed in admiration, but said to himself that he had just said the cold water at the bottom of the pond was hurriedly passed by.

Qin Mufeng finally didn't say anything to this good brother about the ancient thing of the Bingtan Cold Spring. Even if he himself was half-dream and half-awake, let alone Mou Jingwu?
Chapter completed!