There was a sound of splashing water, but in a moment, Xue Danrong had already walked in front of Fang Chaozhou.

He looked at Fang Chaozhou, who was now pale, and put his hand on his shoulder. Using magic and force, he pushed him into the water.

This time, Fang Chaozhou was completely submerged in water. He was shivering with cold and wanted to stand up almost immediately, but Xue Danrong was still holding his shoulders.

Xue Danrong bent down and looked at him. There were crystal water droplets on his snow-white face. His phoenix eyes were cold, as if they were another cold pond. "Second Brother, have you not practiced much in the past year?"

Guessed it right.

Fang Chaozhou showed a guilty smile. He raised his head with a pitiful look in his eyes. "Junior brother, I think haste makes waste. It is better to take it slow."

"No, I have received Master's order to help you break through to the Nascent Soul stage within half a year. Only by practicing in the Cold Pond can you achieve the fastest result." Xue Danrong's tone did not soften at all, and even became more indifferent. "Being lazy or escaping will not do any good. Second Senior Brother can disobey me, but I will have to use my own method later."

This translates to -

You'd better be obedient while I'm still talkable.

Fang Xianyu was scared. He was afraid that his junior brother would burn his scripture and snacks. After all, he would be locked up for a long time at least. He would die without those things. Apart from sleeping, those were his only remaining pleasures.

Therefore, Fang Chaozhou still forced himself to sit cross-legged in the cold pond, but it was really too cold. The cold surrounded him and made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He felt like he had turned into an ice cube.

Xue Danrong sat down next to Fang Chaozhou. When he noticed that Fang Chaozhou's eyelashes were covered with frost, he frowned slightly and reached out to grab Fang Chaozhou's hand.

When he grabbed it, Fang Chaozhou felt a stream of air rushing in from the place where Xue Danrong was holding. The air flowed along the blood into his body and merged with his own true qi that he used to protect his body.

At the beginning, the true energy in Fang Chaozhou's body was very repulsive to the latecomer, as if he felt that the latecomer wanted to seize the territory, and he wanted to swallow up the airflow with great momentum, but was instead surrounded by the other party and started to move.

After several rounds, the airflow and true energy were completely integrated and began to truly circulate.

"Second Brother, remember this." Xue Danrong's voice rang out in the silent cold pond.

He wanted Fang Chaozhou to remember the route of the airflow.

But now there is only one word in Fang Chaozhou's heart - cold.

It was really too cold, so cold that he had no mood to care about anything else. Everywhere was cold, and he was cold too. The only hand holding his was warm.

Fang Chaozhou's long eyelashes twitched, shaking off the scattered white frost. His lips trembled as he stared straight at Xue Danrong, while Xue Danrong closed his eyes and focused on guiding Fang Chaozhou to circulate his internal Qi to help him absorb external spiritual energy. He did not notice that Fang Chaozhou was staring at him.

So when he was hugged, he looked obviously stunned.

Xue Danrong was stunned. When he opened his eyes, he saw a salted fish suddenly diving into his arms.

It has to be said that Fang Chaozhou really didn't practice much in the past year or so, and the original owner's previous practice method was to take a steady and cautious approach, which was different from Xue Danrong's approach of practicing under tremendous difficulties. In addition, Fang Chaozhou was just an ordinary person before, and he didn't know the true hardships of cultivating immortals.

Entering the Cold Pond to practice this time is equivalent to sending a guy from the Novice Village to fight the final big BOSS. Even if this guy from the Novice Village brings the most advanced equipment, in fact, he is just an empty shell under the gorgeous appearance.

Even with the cultivation left by the original owner, it is still too difficult for Fang Chaozhou now.

Could it be that he just wanted to hug something warm and try his best to get warmth from the other person?

"Second Senior Brother!" Xue Danrong frowned and tried to grab Fang Chaozhou's hand that was around his waist, but when he pulled it down, the hand quickly wrapped around him again. When he was about to use magic, he heard Fang Chaozhou calling him in a trembling voice.

"Junior...brother, I'm...cold, hug...hug...me..."

Xue Danrong was silent for a moment, then resolutely pulled Fang Chaozhou away. Pulling him away was not the end, he set up a barrier for himself, so that no matter how much Fang Chaozhou wanted to hug him, he couldn't.

Fang Chaozhou tried several times, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Xue Danrong's clothes, let alone hug her. He felt so aggrieved that he exploded. Why is it so hard to cultivate immortality?

Feeling aggrieved, he continued to sit cross-legged in meditation. He had already entered the water. If he went ashore again, wouldn't he have endured the cold in vain? You have to practice at least.

Thinking of this, Fang Chaozhou shivered as he followed what Xue Danrong had just taught him, drawing the Qi into his body and circulating it around his body. But halfway through the circulation, he shuddered with cold, and his Qi was cut off suddenly, so he had to start all over again.

After a few rounds, it didn't explode, it collapsed.

Fang Chaozhou suddenly stood up from the water and was about to walk to the shore. He wanted to ask his master for help, telling him that he would not be lazy anymore, nor would he read storybooks anymore. He would practice in seclusion in his cave in the future, learn from his mistakes, mend his ways, and resolutely stop being a salted fish. He would make a new start in the future.

But he had only taken two steps when his hand was grabbed.

Xue Danrong grabbed Fang Chaozhou from behind and pulled him back into the water, "Second Brother, you can't give up halfway."

The water splashed all over Fang Chaozhou's face and his body shook even more violently. He immediately tried to break free from Xue Danrong's hand. He didn't care. Even if he had a fight with Xue Danrong and was scolded to death by the fans of the original novel, saying that he was not worthy of being the top because he beat the protagonist, he didn't want to stay in Hantan anymore.

But before he could make a move, he was hugged.

Xue Danrong hugged him, one hand around his waist, the other hand tightly grasping Fang Chaozhou's hand, and said in a clear voice, "Don't be afraid." The clasped hands slowly turned into interlocking fingers, "I will help you, brother."

Time passed bit by bit, invisible spiritual energy gathered above the cold pond, slowly flowed into the cold pond, and finally merged into the bodies of the two people in the cold pond.

The two people were a young man and a teenager.

The young man was in a very miserable state at this time, and almost completely shrank in the boy's arms. Although he had his hair tied up, the boy's scattered long hair hung down on his body and stuck to his neck.

Like a black snake, it coiled on the white drawing paper.

Compared with young people, teenagers are obviously much better.

The young man lowered his eyes, his eyes under his long eyelashes were as deep as a lake. He held the young man in one hand. His handsome face was covered with a lot of mist because he sat cross-legged in the cold pool for a long time. The mist dripped down his cheeks.

“Tick-tock—”

It fell on the young man in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's brows suddenly frowned. He let go of the young man's hand and instead dug the man's face out of his arms. The boy's face turned slightly black.

Fang Chaozhou actually fell asleep!

Fang Chaozhou was very cold before, but as Xue Danrong helped him circulate his true Qi and absorb external spiritual energy, he gradually felt less cold. In addition, he was holding a small natural stove. Moreover, the smell of Xue Danrong's body was like the smell of a cat to him. He had absorbed too much spiritual energy from his junior brother.

Moreover, he had not slept for nearly ten hours, so he could not control himself and fell into a deep sleep.

Xue Danrong originally wanted to wake Fang Chaozhou up, but when he saw the blue marks under Fang Chaozhou's eyes, he pursed his lips and finally did not wake him up. However, the man had fallen asleep and there was no way for him to practice, so he simply carried him out of the water and to shore.

As soon as they got ashore, Xue Danrong dried his and Fang Chaozhou's clothes, then sucked the white fox fur off the stone, wrapped Fang Chaozhou tightly, and brought him back to the cave.

Fang Chaozhou actually woke up for a moment, but when he found that he didn't have to walk so hard, he closed his eyelids again.

Today’s exercise quota has been used up and he doesn’t want to move anymore. Sorry, little junior brother, you’ve worked hard.

Fang Chaozhou slept soundly this time. Because he was too tired, he felt like he was stuck in the quilt, completely unable to move. When he heard Xue Danrong's voice again, he vaguely thought it came from the horizon.

"Second Brother, it's time to get up and practice."

Fang Chaozhou didn't hear this sentence clearly, but it didn't stop him from instinctively rejecting it, so he buried his head in the quilt and burrowed deeper into it.

"If Second Senior Brother gets up now, I can let him read the storybook for half an hour today."

The salted fish in the quilt moved its feet.

“You can also have snacks.”

The salted fish in the quilt opened its eyes.

"If you don't want to get up, you have to stay in the cold pond for an extra hour today, and..." The voice paused, "You are not allowed to rely on others in the cold pond."

The salted fish in the quilt understood the meaning of this sentence a little slowly, and then sat up, "I'll get up, I'll get up now."

If he couldn't hold on to his junior brother, who was like a natural stove, he would definitely die in the cold pond.

Despite yesterday's experience, Fang Chaozhou was still afraid of the cold when he stood by the cold pond today. He even didn't want to go into the water because of the feeling of cold that almost invaded his bones yesterday.

Xue Danrong on the side glanced at Fang Chaozhou, then untied his outer robe, casually threw it on the stone beside him, and went into the water first. After entering the water, he turned and looked at Fang Chaozhou on the shore. Although he didn't say anything, Fang Chaozhou could already see the urging from inside.

Fang Chaozhou gritted his teeth and stretched out a foot with a fearless attitude.

After Xue Danrong saw the foot floating on the water but not touching it, he looked up at Fang Chaozhou, who had his eyes closed and a look of fear on his face. He was silent for a moment, then walked over expressionlessly, bent down, grabbed the other's ankle, and pushed it directly into the water.

Fang Chaozhou was caught off guard. Although he held back a scream, he couldn't help struggling, and it seemed as if his feet had just stepped on ice. As he struggled, his feet stirred up a lot of water, which splashed all over Xue Danrong and even got some on his face.

Drops of water dripped down the boy's thin chin. He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze gradually became deep.

When Fang Chaozhou met the look, he felt something was wrong, but it was too late. He only felt a heavy blow to his lower back, and then he fell into the water with a "plop".

The Broken Water Sword that shot down Fang Chaozhou flew around in the air and then lay back on the big rock.

revenge!

This is definitely revenge!

Fang Chaozhou climbed out of the water, all wet. For the first time, he felt that his junior brother might not be a good person. Looking at the sneak attack just now, he was too vindictive.

The younger brother who had pushed the man into the water now looked calm, "Second Brother, start practicing."

Fang Chaozhou wiped the water off his face and nodded with a dead heart.

After practicing in Zhichunzhou for half a month, Fang Chaozhou finally began to take the initiative to enter the water. Of course, if he didn't take the initiative, the Broken Water Sword would sneak attack him, and the angle of the sneak attack was sometimes very tricky and hard to defend against.

But even if he took the initiative to enter the water, he found that the Water-Breaking Sword would not let him go and would watch over him from the side.

Except for the first few days when Xue Danrong practiced with Fang Chaozhou, he practiced meditation on his own. Once he entered into a state of concentration, he would tend to ignore the movements of the outside world, so Fang Chaozhou would secretly take out the storybook and snacks from the storage ring, trying to be lazy.

As long as you make less noise, my junior brother won’t notice.

But Fang Chaozhou never expected that Duanshui Sword would actually monitor him. When it saw him take out the storybook and snacks, it immediately flew over his head and kept hitting him on the head with the hilt of the sword.

If you hide, I will chase and beat you.

If you fight back, it will go and complain.

The Broken Water Sword flew into Xue Danrong's arms and rubbed the boy's face gently with the hilt. After he opened his eyes, it immediately pointed the tip of the sword at the scripture and snacks that Fang Chaozhou had not yet hidden.

Fang Chaozhou, who witnessed all this, said: …

Then he voluntarily handed over the evidence.

No, he must find a way to get rid of the Broken Water Sword.

After much thought and secretly observing the Broken Water Sword for several days, Fang Chaozhou finally came up with a solution.

That day, the Broken Water Sword returned to the cave with its master as usual, and was about to fly to the tips of two stones on the stone wall, but it stopped halfway through the flight.

Because there was now an additional red lacquered carved orchid under the tip of the stone.

Fang Chaozhou, who was not far away, looked at the Broken Water Sword frozen in mid-air and couldn't help but curl his lower lip.

On one side is the barren and harsh stone point, and on the other side is the gorgeous and majestic sword rack. He wants to see how to choose the Broken Water Sword.

The Broken Water Sword was now obviously tangled. It kept spinning in the air, with the hilt sometimes pointing towards Lan Qi and sometimes towards the tip of the stone. After circling for more than ten times, it seemed to notice Fang Chaozhou standing nearby. After pausing for a moment, it resolutely flew towards the tip of the stone.

Fang Chaozhou’s smile disappeared when he saw this scene.

Well, it turns out that the magic weapon belongs to its owner.

midnight.

Everything was quiet.

The Broken Water Sword lying on the tip of the stone slowly moved. It first flew into the air, then slowly descended, and then lay silently on the vermilion lacquered carved orchid.

After lying down, the tassel on the Broken Water Sword swayed.

Fang Chaozhou, who was sleeping soundly, turned over unconsciously. At the same time, the Broken Water Sword on Lan Qi immediately sprang up.

The young man on the stone bed on the other side of the screen suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the Broken Water Sword on Lan Qi, his eyes changed slightly, and the Broken Water Sword noticed that its master had woken up, and it froze and did not move at first. After a while, it flew to the side of the young man, as if admitting its mistake, and gently rubbed the young man's arm.

The young man lowered his eyes to look at Broken Water Sword, and said almost silently: "Even you were..." He did not finish the rest of the sentence, and changed the subject, "Forget it, sleep with the one you like, I won't blame you."

However, Duanshuijian was unwilling to lie on Lanqi anymore, so he went back to sleep on the tip of the stone.

The next day, Fang Chaozhou discovered that Duanshui Sword was hitting his head even harder with the hilt of the sword, as if trying to nudge his neck in.

No, why does this sword have such a temper?

Broken sword!

No taste!

Please it and beat him!

Fang Chaozhou glanced at his junior fellow apprentice who was far away from him, and couldn't help thinking, as expected, things follow their owners, he was unyielding, cold and heartless, and...

He covered his head which was hurt by the beating and finished the sentence -

It is moody and doesn't have a face as nice as its owner's to ignore its temper. It will definitely be a single sword in the future.