Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou are sparring with each other.

Han Zhou's fighting style was completely different from Lin Shanshan's. He was aggressive and offensive, with the majority of his moves, and very little defensive moves, unless they involved his vital points.

Once Hanzhou launched an attack, the offensive was continuous, like icy wind and snow, covering the sky.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and held on, seeming to have fallen back into the same situation as when he first sparred with Lin Shanshan - only able to defend, unable to attack.

Han Zhou was surprised to see Ning Zhuo's very tight defensive posture.

"How long has it been? Ning Zhuo has made such great progress in martial arts!"

His feelings are much deeper than those of ordinary people.

Because not long ago, he was the one who took the initiative to challenge Ning Zhuo. During the battle, he and Ning Zhuo engaged in close combat.

After a few rounds, Ning Zhuo's defense collapsed and Han Zhou took advantage of his victory. If it weren't for the talisman, Ning Zhuo would have been defeated by him.

But now, Han Zhou had already launched his attack to the fullest, and did not overwhelm Ning Zhuo.

Although Ning Zhuo looked in a miserable state, his defense was indeed tight, forcing Han Zhou to take another approach in an attempt to break the deadlock.

"Be careful, I'm going to use martial arts." Han Zhou shouted in a low voice, giving a warning in advance.

The next moment, a layer of white frost covered the surface of his fists and the air temperature dropped sharply.

Martial Arts - Frost Fist.

Bitter cold air also emanates from it.

Ning Zhuo didn't dare to resist. He tapped his toes lightly, moved his body nimbly, and kept jumping backwards.

Han Zhou followed closely.

Ning Zhuo mainly relies on dodging, and every dodge and move is smooth and efficient, without any delay, reflecting his solid basic skills.

Martial arts - old cold legs.

Han Zhou’s legs were so powerful that they created a whistling cold wind.

Ning Zhuo tried his best to defend himself, but was at an absolute disadvantage.

If you defend for too long, you will lose. It is better to be clumsy and reveal your flaws.

Han Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up. He seized the opportunity, exerted force suddenly, and punched Ning Zhu in the face with a biting cold air.

Ning Zhuo's eyes narrowed and he stepped lightly, trying to dodge sideways.

He dodged most of the attacks, but was still hit on the shoulder by Han Zhou's punch.

Ning Zhuo staggered back, and his defensive posture finally collapsed at this moment.

Han Zhou stopped, stood still and no longer attacked.

"Awesome, awesome!" Ning Zhuo covered his shoulder. The pain of being hit was only secondary. He was in a very happy mood and praised Han Zhou sincerely.

Ning Zhuo had previously practiced with Lin Shanshan, but the results had gradually diminished, and he had less and less experience with martial arts and fighting.

But now, he has changed someone to compete with, and his previous state is back. Although this competition was not long, Ning Zhuo gained a lot, and there are many feelings that need to be reviewed immediately, remembered, and actively absorbed.

"Brother Hanzhou, it's really great to learn from you. I have learned a lot. Thank you! Thank you!" Ning Zhuo expressed his sincere gratitude.

Han Zhou's eyes flashed. He had other purposes in mind. The more times and the longer Ning Zhuo sparred with him, the easier it would be for Ning Zhu to be converted.

The Foundation Establishment Stage is not the Golden Core Stage after all, so the cultivation method can still be changed!

Han Zhou thought about it and said that Ning Zhuo had made great progress, which gave him a completely different feeling from the previous battle.

"But you lack relevant martial arts, otherwise, you would be able to counter my Frost Fist and Old Cold Kick."

"Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, the technique you practice focuses on the Qi Sea, which puts you at a disadvantage in close combat."

"I suggest you practice some martial arts. Although some martial arts are just techniques rather than skills, they can also mobilize and make good use of your physique and energy."

Ning Zhuo said, "I wonder if Brother Hanzhou has any good suggestions? I'm all ears!"

Han Zhou immediately said: "If you, Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, don't mind, I am willing to teach you Frost Fist, Old Cold Leg and other martial arts."

Ning Zhuo immediately frowned: "Is this appropriate?"

"It's perfect, absolutely perfect!" Han Zhou laughed in his heart, "After learning these martial arts, you will be more inclined to specialize in the bitter cold skills. If I can finally convert you, wouldn't that be a great benefit?"

On the surface, Han Zhou said: "Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, you can comprehend the true meaning of Bitter Cold, which shows that you have a natural affinity with the Bitter Cold Sutra. This is fate."

"You and I are acquainted with each other through fighting. I will teach you some martial arts, but it is not the basic skills, so it is nothing."

"In fact, even the Bitter Cold Scripture can be taught. Back then, I was just a beggar, and I was taught the scripture by others in a dilapidated temple in the snow, and I was led on the path of cultivation."

"I teach you the relevant martial arts, just as he taught me the entire Bitter Cold Sutra. Good deeds will bring good results."

Ning Zhuo understood and said, "Hearing what you said, it confirms some of my guesses. The Bitter Cold Sutra is indeed a Buddhist scripture, right?"

Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "That's right."

"However, please do not spread it lightly, or you may reveal my background."

"The Bitter Cold Sutra comes from the Hinayana Buddhism, which emphasizes self-salvation. As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is endless. Only by experiencing the hardships of cold can one forge a precious body and will to cultivate the truth."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "In that case, please teach me the relevant martial arts, Brother Hanzhou."

Han Zhou smiled slightly and said, "I have a method that can help you achieve success quickly."

Ning Zhuo showed surprise on his face and asked immediately.

Han Zhou then took out a small bowl from his storage belt, which was eighty percent filled with water.

"Back then, the master used this thing when he taught me the Bitter Cold Sutra."

"This bowl of water is made from bitter water, and contains many true meanings of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo only needs to take a small sip to instantly understand and thoroughly master all the key points of related martial arts."

"It is difficult for ordinary people to use this method. This is because this bowl of bitter water is extremely difficult to swallow. The extreme bitterness can even make people fall into extreme depression, feel that life and the world are bleak, and commit suicide on their own initiative."

"But I see that since Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo was able to fight against the bitter cold energy with me, he has comprehended some of the mysteries of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Obviously, he has a high level of comprehension and is naturally close to this Buddhist scripture."

"Fellow Daoist, why not give it a try?"

Ning Zhuo looked at the water in the bowl and saw that it was a deep dark blue color with a faint cold light flickering on its surface.

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Standing closer, Ning Zhuo could clearly feel that the bowl of water exuded a biting chill, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

"Bitter water, I've heard of it a long time ago. It's a treasure that can bring sins to water." Ning Zhuo exclaimed.

In Huoshixian City, he witnessed that the highest good is like water, which is a treasure of water-based merit.

Now we see bitter water again. It is in opposition to the highest good, which is like water. It is the treasure of sin.

The existence of bitter water itself is a symbol of sin. Legend has it that it is formed by countless tears of pain and regret.

Those who hold or come into contact with bitter water will be forced to face their deepest faults, grievances, bitterness, pain, etc. If they hold it for a long time, their spirit will be gradually eroded by bitter water, causing practitioners to gradually fall into endless pain and regret.

When this erosion reaches a certain extent, the monk will have auditory hallucinations and will constantly hear whispers and crying in his ears, and these voices are complaining to him.

This is absolutely tremendous torture.

Ning Zhuo showed a cautious look.

Han Zhou consoled him, "Don't worry too much, my friend. This bitter water has been refined. With me in charge, I can help you understand part of the true meaning of the Bitter Cold Sutra and instantly master the seven martial arts."

"Of course, this is also subject to certain conditions."

"The premise is that you need to fight against the bitterness and gain some insights from it, rather than letting it affect your emotions, causing your heart to be overwhelmed by the pain and become immersed in all kinds of negative emotions and unable to extricate yourself."

"If this is the case, let alone learning any martial arts, even if you want to return to normal, it will cost a huge price."

"The risks are huge."

Ning Zhuo just thought about it for a moment, then smiled: "Brother Hanzhou, since you are so frank, I believe you! It doesn't hurt to give it a try."

"But the martial arts arena is not the right place."

"Can I take some of this bitter water away?"

Han Zhou nodded: "Of course."

He immediately poured out a small bottle and handed it to Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo and Han Zhou said goodbye and returned to the cave.

He and Sun Lingtong first checked carefully to confirm that the bitter water had indeed been refined and was no longer posing a huge threat.

Ning Zhuo asked Sun Lingtong to look after him so that he could experience the bitterness of life.

Sun Lingtong was very interested and told Ning Zhuo that he had never tasted it since he was a child, so he should remember to save some for him so that he could also have a taste.

The two of them entered the spirit plant cabin together.

Inside the spiritual plant cabin, the dark yellow soil has shown obvious signs of becoming lighter than before.

Although it is only a shallow layer, in fact, because the formation folds the space, the thickness of the soil is much greater than what can be seen with the naked eye.

In the center of the cabin, there stands a Lingyin willow.

Clear and pleasant sounds are all around, the spring breeze is blowing gently, and the branches of Lingyin Willow are swaying in the wind.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both looked towards Lingyin Willow and observed it carefully. The former frowned slightly, while the latter showed a look of joy.

Sun Lingtong said, "Brother, look, these dry willow branches are showing signs of improvement. They seemed to be completely dehydrated before, but now they are somewhat plump."

Ning Zhuo sighed, "It seems that the consumption of Lingyin Willow is much greater than I thought."

"We have tried our best and prepared the best treasures that can be used at present, but the recovery speed of Lingyin Willow is not ideal."

Ning Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the soil near the roots of the Lingyin Willow. He emitted his spiritual sense and penetrated into the ground, and saw that the five-colored divine sand and the three treasures spiritual soil that had been spread before were almost consumed, with only a small amount left, less than ten percent of the original total amount.

Before, the soil was moistened by the Xinghe Spiritual Liquid poured into it. Now the soil is dry and the spiritual liquid has been used up! Ning Zhuo immediately decided: "It seems that this Lingyin Willow is not easy to support. We have to continue to invest in it to maintain its vitality."

Sun Lingtong also frowned: "I'm afraid it's not easy to do it with formal means. Lin Shanshan is the jewel in the crown of the Yuanying Sect Master, but she was put in solitary confinement because of this incident."

"But I believe that there are definitely more spiritual soil and divine sand in the Wanyao Sect, otherwise..."

(End of this chapter)