The legend of Zhou Hua Jing Tian Hou's quest for the pinnacle

Qing Ning aimed at a piece of wood, swung the ax, aimed, and chopped it down. The wood broke with a sound, very neatly. Then he exerted force under his feet, and the ground seemed to vibrate. The wood flew up again, and then Qing Ning kicked the wood in all directions. He flew directly to the piled wood, clicked it a few times, and then stacked it neatly. The whole movement was done in one go. He had obviously gained some experience. The sky was already darkening slightly at this time, and Lime started to feel sore after shaking it. Although this is a practice method that I secretly saw in my father's study, it seems that my father has never mentioned this. He once tried to practice, but he did not expect to succeed. As his workload increased, he wanted to To complete it, he must exert all his strength. In the beginning, his body was indeed unable to bear it, but since he started practicing secretly, it has also made his already unsustainable body slightly better. But that's all. Just like today, he He had tried his best to save time, but there was indeed a lot of wood. He looked at the sky, which was already slightly dark, but there was still less than half of the wood in his hand that had not been chopped. He had tried his best to save time, but there was still a lot of wood. You can't make it in time to eat. It looks like you might be hungry again today, right? He thought like this, looked at the wood piled on the ground, and smiled.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much, let's seize the time." With this thought, he picked up the ax in his hand again and began to chop. His movements were still smooth, but while he was chopping, a figure appeared from outside. Walking in, her eyes were as gentle as water, without any impurities. Her steps were light, and she carried a small basket in her arms. In the basket was a handkerchief that had been embroidered. The embroidery was exquisite and very beautiful. At this time, Qing Qing Ning's father had come down from above and lit a dim light in the house. The light was not dazzling and could only illuminate a small area. After the woman entered the door, she began to look around. The man said directly: "You're back? "

The woman nodded: "You're back, where is Xuan'er? Why don't you see him?"

The man spoke directly: "He has his own things to do. Take care of yourself. Where are you? How about it?"

The woman obviously knew what he was referring to: "Obviously, it's not very good. Maybe these are outdated?"

The man frowned slightly and just responded in a low voice: "Oh, since I'm back, let's go cook."

While she was talking, the woman had already walked into the house. She just nodded without saying much. After silently putting down the basket, she said, "I know, but Xuan'er..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "I can ask you to leave food for him, but whether he can eat it is another matter. Okay, that's it. If you dare to help him, you know the consequences."

The woman opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed the words and nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, he walked towards the back room, but when he was about to enter, he stopped and couldn't help but said: "The task you gave Xuan'er is still too heavy. If this continues, he will be tired of you... ah"

Before she finished speaking, a water glass flew directly to the door frame, causing her to let out a low cry unconsciously. The splashing water fell on her body. She did not dare to avoid anything. After a few seconds, her heartbeat accelerated. It's back to normal again. Obviously this kind of thing has happened many times. Fortunately, the cup is a small wooden cup. Even if it is dropped to the ground, nothing will happen.

At the same time as the woman let out a low cry, the man's angry voice sounded immediately, gloomy and full of threats, as if he was not from this family: "I said, do your own business, don't meddle, he It’s none of your business, don’t make me say it a second time.”

The woman finally didn't speak anymore and just responded in a low voice: "I understand." Then she picked up the water glass that fell on the ground and brought it into the kitchen. As the smoke rose, the woman started cooking.

Qing Ning's movement was actually not slow, but as the sun set, a crescent moon soon appeared directly in the sky. Then, stars began to twinkle, emitting a faint light, although it was not very bright. But he could also clearly see a small area around him. At this time, Qing Ning still didn't stop, but there were not many pieces of wood around him. His arms had been waved too much, and the soreness had spread all over his body. It was obviously a sign of overexertion, even in the legs. He always felt that every movement would affect his muscles, shouting for him to stop. Every time he swung the ax, it became laborious, as if the small ax seemed to become too big. It was so heavy that it couldn't be lifted. His forehead was covered with sweat. Qing Ning gasped, gritted his teeth, and swung it towards the wood with another force. However, with a bang, this time, the wood was not chopped out. , instead the ax fell outside the wood. Qing Ning made a mistake for the first time. He looked at the wood in front of him and the few wood left on the ground. He gritted his teeth and swung it down again. There was still a clang sound, half The iron stake made a crisp sound, and a white mark appeared outside the wood again. The wood remained motionless. The huge echo made Qing Ning's ears hurt, and his brows wrinkled. At this time, his eyesight began to turn black, and he shook He shook his head, panted, and looked at the wood in front of him that he couldn't chop. He didn't continue for a while, but began to think with the ax in his hand.

‘The body loses strength and the mind begins to feel dizzy. It seems that this is a sign that the body has reached its limit. Is this how these white marks are formed? But there’s not much left, so we have to think of a way’

Thinking like this, the scene in his memory popped up again. Whenever he couldn't do it anymore, he would adjust his breath. He persisted in this day by day. Qing Ning raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Adjust your breath?" ? You can try it.”

Thinking of this, Qing Ning no longer hesitated and sat directly on the floor. The spiritual energy around her body began to circulate quietly. A warm current slowly flowed directly along the meridians of her body. What surprised Qing Ning was that her cultivation speed was actually faster than usual. It was much faster, and even a large part of his own sourness had receded. After a while, Qing Ning opened his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face, feeling that there was something incredible, but this body seemed to have been used to it for a long time. After learning this way of practice, Qing Ning shook his arm again. When he found that his strength was full again, he smiled, picked up the ax, and struck it down again. This time, although the speed and strength had not recovered, but His stability has directly improved