Ten Miles of Cold River

Cold winter, flying snow, ten-mile long river.

The extremely cold weather made the river surface form a thick layer of ice. Under the withered willow branches by the river, there was a hunchbacked old man facing the river, staring at the river with turbid eyes. He was wearing white clothes, white beard, white hair, and covered with snow, as if he had merged into the whole ice and snow world.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the river surface. On the ice layer as flat as a mirror, spider-web-like cracks appeared. In a few breaths, they spread to a size of ten feet. Finally, with a "crash", the ice surface completely cracked, splashing water and waves of white waves.

A black shadow jumped out of the water, and the water on his body emitted a wisp of white gas under the erosion of the cold air, with a tendency to condense into ice.

This is a young man, shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, holding a wooden sword in his hand, standing on the ice with a purple face. Although he tried his best to control it, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Go down!"

"The way of cultivation is to fight against the sky, like sailing against the current!"

"Since you have chosen this path, there is no chance to turn back."

When the young man just stood still, the hunchbacked old man on the shore gave a low shout, the voice was majestic without any emotion, as cold as the flow of a big river.

"But Uncle Li."

The young man raised his head stubbornly, as if he was rebellious, unwilling, and even a little proud, "I have been in the glacier for three hours."

"It's time..."

"Go down!" Before the young man finished speaking, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly became clear and transparent, and a loud shout like a huge bell shook, interrupting the young man's words.

The boy's body was unstable, and the ice under his feet suddenly cracked. His thin body fell down without any resistance and sank into the rushing water with a "plop".

The water on the river surface rolled, and the ice gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became as white and flawless as a piece of unpolished jade.

Under the water, the undercurrent was surging, and the icy cold water gathered from all directions, centered on the position where Lin Zheng sank, and rushed against each other.

Lin Zheng held a white pearl in his mouth, and his thin body gradually sank in the water until he stood at the bottom of the water two feet deep, standing in the water as steady as a stone statue.

The bottom of the water was pitch black, with only the undercurrents rushing in from all directions, making a "gurgling" sound. Lin Zheng slowly closed his eyes, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and slashed forward with a sword.

With a "hum", as the wooden sword chopped down, a stream of water broke through and melted into the turbulent currents rushing in from all sides, and more water rushed over, washing his body.

Lin Zheng still closed his eyes, his face unchanged, as still as a rock.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a dream.

…

The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was blood-red.

In the barren mountains, various monsters kept howling. An old man in white stood quietly and said to the blood-stained boy on the ground:

"Young man, I give you a hope, just a hope."

"Do you want it?"

The boy who was sitting on the ground raised his head, and a trace of desire appeared on his blood-stained face.

"Yes!"

A firm voice came out from the boy's hoarse throat.

A simple word carried all the boy's hopes. At that moment, his eyes became clear as water and full of desire.

…

Under the water, Lin Zheng let the icy cold water wash over his body, but mechanically raised the wooden sword in his hand and slashed forward one sword after another.

The chaotic and rushing water around him was shattered by Lin Zheng's wooden sword, and could not enter the half-foot range around him.

For a year, he practiced non-stop for five hours every day, just for that hope.

Lin Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. Under the dark water, his eyes were as dazzling as the stars at night. The wooden sword in his hand changed instantly. In a breath, he swung seven or eight swords, completely disturbing the water around him, turning it into a large vortex, which was slowly generated.

Then, he stomped his feet on the bottom of the water, and the whole person shot out from the bottom of the water like an arrow.

With a "click", the ice on the river surface cracked, and the area within a radius of more than ten feet became torn into pieces, with turbulent waves and rolling water.

In the constantly undulating waves, Lin Zheng's figure slowly appeared, with water marks all over his body, and fell on the ground not far away from the old man.

The old man in white, who had been standing quietly on the shore, nodded slightly when he saw this scene:

"It's not easy to reach the third level of the body refining realm in one year with a disabled Dantian."

"But there is still a long way to go in the future..."

The old man in white just said it calmly, but in Lin Zheng's ears, it seemed to be greatly appreciated, making his purple face flushed a little.

"Young man, I gave you the hope you wanted."

"The poison in the Dantian has disappeared. From now on, it depends on your own luck."

As these words fell, the old man in white moved slowly like a statue.

He started from the edge of the ten-mile long river, stepped out step by step, as if there were invisible steps in the sky, crossed the long river, and climbed up the steps towards the snow-capped sky.

"Uncle Li?"

The sudden change of the old man in white startled Lin Zheng, who was standing on the shore and was overjoyed, and he subconsciously called out.

Over the past year, the old man collected various spiritual herbs for him to heal his broken dantian, and he stood by the river to supervise him from beginning to end, asking him to practice in the river with a wooden sword for five hours every day. Li Bo, who had never moved at all, now stepped into the air and disappeared into the horizon.

Even over the past year, Lin Zheng only called the old man Li Bo, and Li Bo did not ask Lin Zheng's name, but only called him a young man.

But after a few breaths, Li Bo's figure gradually faded away, blending with the snowflakes falling from the sky, turning into white dots and disappearing.

With a "thump", Lin Zheng suddenly knelt on his knees, facing the direction where the old man left, and kowtowed three times in a row.

"We met by chance, and you didn't ask your name, but only gave me a hope, helped me reshape my dantian, and taught me for a year."

"I, Lin Zheng, will remember this favor in my heart."

Lin Zheng's voice was loud and resounding, echoing in this world of ice and snow.

"Hahahaha..."

A loud laugh suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, and gradually disappeared as time passed.

When the laughter weakened and became inaudible, the snow in the sky, the snow beside him, and the ice on the river in front of him all melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a dozen breaths, the ice and snow retreated, the sun was shining, and the warm weather restored the body temperature of Lin Zheng's cold body.

"Here is..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Zheng was stunned.

The river in front of him was still a ten-mile long river in the Great Wilderness Mountain, but it was not covered with ice and snow, but full of vitality. The river water rolled and surged into the distance, disappearing in the undulating waters.

"It's been a year."

Lin Zheng stared at his reflection in the river and muttered to himself, "I wonder if Lin Kan's men have left."

"After a year, I should have given up."

"But maybe, with his character, he will definitely find me out."

A figure appeared in Lin Zheng's mind, and the momentum around him was gradually becoming colder.

As a bastard of the Lin family, even though he was talented and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, he could not escape the jealousy of the family's elite disciples.

A year ago, Lin Zheng's Dantian was broken by Lin Kan with a deadly poison. He dragged his broken body to the Great Wilderness Mountains and had to hide from Lin Kan's men all the time.

Holding a pool of spring water, washing his face, letting the cool water flow down his cheeks, Lin Zheng suddenly felt refreshed, and the fatigue and exhaustion of the past year seemed to have left at this moment.

Lin Zheng's bare upper body looked strong and powerful, with some muscle lines showing, and the wooden sword in his hand was full of fierceness.

"Lin Kan, I am not the same person I was a year ago."

With sharp eyes sweeping around, Lin Zheng's mouth corners slightly raised, with a smile, and then he raised his feet, left the Ten-mile River, and walked towards the outskirts of the Great Wilderness Mountains.

...

In the vast Great Wilderness Mountains, there were faint roars of beasts, one after another.

Lin Zheng held a wooden sword in his hand and covered himself with a piece of animal skin. He seemed to be oblivious to the roars of beasts around him, and shuttled through the dense jungle.

"Swish, swish..."

Suddenly, in the jungle not far away, there was a rustling sound, which made Lin Zheng's heart tremble, and he tightened his grip on the wooden sword in his hand.

"Wow!"

A burly black shadow rushed out of the jungle and landed on the ground with a "bang", making a loud noise, bringing a sharp wind, blowing the surrounding bushes, and making a rustling sound.

"Hmm?" After the burly figure fell, his eyes fell on Lin Zheng, and his expression became a little weird, but then turned into great joy.

"Lin... Lin Zheng, you are not dead yet?"

"Hahaha, this time, I have done a great deed."

The burly man's voice was loud, and it sounded deep in the jungle. The roar made the eardrums hurt, and he rushed straight to Lin Zheng.

Faced with this scene, Lin Zheng was not surprised, but his face gradually became solemn:

"Li Yan, I didn't expect that a year has passed, and you are still looking for me."

"You are really persistent!"

Lin Zheng said calmly, slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, and blocked it in front of him, pretending to block it.

His face gradually became gloomy. He could not have imagined that after a year, Lin Kan had not stopped chasing him.

"Hahaha..." Li Yan, who was as burly as a brown bear, laughed wildly.

"Master Lin, do you want to stop me?"

"With this wooden sword in your hand?"

Looking at Lin Zheng's actions, Li Yan laughed wildly, as if he saw something funny.

"You are lucky to have been hiding in the Great Wilderness Mountains for a year."

"But now..."

With a "clang", Li Yan took off the giant diamond axe behind him, held it in his hand as if it were nothing, and forced towards Lin Zheng with a grin.

Facing Li Yan's fierce attack, Lin Zheng was not afraid. Instead, he picked up the wooden sword, moved forward, and rushed towards the opponent.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the wooden sword and the giant axe collided, and the strong wind caused the surrounding bushes and weeds to sway continuously. At the same time, a cold breath rushed straight from Lin Zheng.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three consecutive sounds were heard, and Li Yan's huge body was actually retreating again and again. The diamond axe in his hand was shrouded in a chill, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Refining... Refining Body Realm, Third Level?"

At this time, Li Yan looked at Lin Zheng with eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and his voice sounded intermittently.

"How is this possible?"

Lin Zheng ignored Li Yan's surprise, and the recoil force only made him retreat a step. After stabilizing his body, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed forward again.

"Crack!"

The wooden sword passed through the air and pointed at the giant axe that blocked Li Yan's body. Suddenly, a frost covered the giant axe, and the crisp sound spread all around, making Li Yan's palms cold.

The huge force from the wooden sword made Li Yan's body involuntarily step back.

"If you keep hiding, you may still be able to survive."

"But come out now, the young master will not let you go."

Li Yan looked at Lin Zheng, with some fear in his eyes, but still said viciously.

Lin Zheng looked at the figure who moved back a few steps not far away, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. A cold voice came out slowly from his mouth:

"Lin Kan?"

"Even if he doesn't come to me, I will go to him."